#leon brainrot

[sftandwet]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLEON SECRETARY! AU

content alert :pwp, pussy eating, oral (m/ receive), secretary leon x boss reader, smut, consensual relationship, fem reader! +I8 # MDNI

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secretary! leon, who follows you around all the time with a tablet in hand, jotting down everything that can be noted—obeying your orders like a little puppy. Simply waiting for your next command, doing everything without questioning, simply obeying yo

secretary! leon , who is extremely happy when he sees you happy with his performance. It is inevitable for him to feel butterflies in his stomach when you praise his development in the office—he holds a silly smile the whole time while you mention the parts that pleased you the most in his work, encouraging him to do even more for you. Seeing you praise him has become a desire and an incentive to follow all the orders.

secretary! leon, gradually, he has been inserting himself into your office, showing that you always need him and therefore having him away when you most need him could be detrimental to the progress of the business. So whenever you need him, he will be just a step away, fulfilling all your needs.

secretary! leon, who is attentive and always by your side, offering water, food, offering to turn off the lights, open the curtains, take a coffee break, or even give a massage—you don't refuse, after all, it's hard to be a boss, and that's why it's nice to be pampered, and Leon understands that better than anyone else.

secretary! leon, who understands that you deserve rest and that's exactly why he calmly goes to the door, locking it, closing the blinds and pulling your chair back and going under the table, kneeling on the floor while slowly lifting your pencil skirt , almost dying inside when he saw your wet panties waiting for him. He just pulls your panties to the side and rests your legs on the arms of the chair, burying his face in your pussy, sucking your clit while he feels you stroking his hair and praising him all the time ⸺͏͏ "good boy", "you are so good to me", "no one does it like you do". Leaving this poor man's dick hard inside his pants, almost exploding the buttons and zipper.

secretary! leon, who is hungry for your pussy, sucking and eating you as if she hadn't been touched for years, sticking his fingers in your wet hole and sucking fiercely on your sensitive spot while rolling his eyes feeling the taste of your cunt ⸺͏͏ his dick wetting his underwear all over time he feels your tight hole swallow his fingers and you pull his hair. He holds your legs tightly, burying his face in your cunt, quickly licking your clit while fucking your wet hole.

secretary! leon, who is a good secretary and will always comply with his boss's wishes, working overtime without complaining :)

[l13]

leon just being so in love with you like you can TELL that man loves you by the way he fucks you

literally 🥹 this man cannot for the life of him stop after round 1 EVER, cause he just wanna keep feeling close to you, idk something about the way you moan prettily against his ear, your pants sending shivers down his spine, the way your warm pussy tightens up around his cock<333 he just wants to hold you against him MOREEEE, and you best believe he's thinking about you all the damn time too.

like it's not his fault his dick gets hard if you bring him flowers??? he doesn't wanna ruin the moment but you're just too cute and his heart is jumping around and he just wants to thank you by bending you over the table, dropping to his knees, and eating you out till you're seeing stars

[leonkennedygvrl]

leon kennedy headcanon

quick thought but surely i’m not the only one.

leon gets JEALOUS and i mean jealous and it’s pretty obvious with the way he is with ashley in re4r, i mean luis just took her hand and he gave him a full on death glare like yes!! that’s what we want :3

>:) so i’m going to write something quick about this because hehehh i’m creasing right now

fpov + mpov.

having an incredibly possessive boyfriend is tiring sometimes but you definitely love it. another guy could just acknowledge you and leon would be seething, call it toxic or whatever but he’s willing to just lock you in a basement so that only he could see you, feed you, talk to you and touch you.

the other day during a walk in the park because it was winter and snowing, the big fountain in the centre pouring it’s icy cold water constantly providing a comforting sound as you held hands with leon.

but.. oh no, your keroppi keychain (that leon gave you) seemed to fall a few feet back without you noticing because you were too indulged in the conversation with your leon. a guy walking behind noticed and he picked it up, quickly jogging over and poking your shoulder.

leon noticed before you did and his smile immediately turned scowl as you looked up at the guy who apologetically smiled and handed you the keychain, saying ‘you dropped this.’

you sweetly beamed, super grateful because you could’ve lost this sentimental memento that brought you comfort at the very sight of it. how silly you were to not realise it wasn’t in your grasp! damn leon and his corny jokes that always distracted you.

“thank you so much!” you exclaimed, taking it a step all too far when you shook hands with the stranger, who gladly accepted and then said his goodbyes and walked away.

“god, i need to be more perceptive.” you groaned, not bothering to acknowledge the way leon’s eyes were narrowed, staring at the hand you touched the guy with. “i could of lost this! noo, not my keroppi.”

suddenly, you were dragged off the footpath with leon near the trees out of eyeshot, quickly pinned to the rough bark, leon’s iconic move: kabedon.

he glared down at you, tilting your chin up with his other hand as you looked at him in surprised. “leon?” you chirped, innocently.

“you didn’t have to fucking shake hands with that bastard,” leon hissed through gritted teeth. “couldn’t you just say thanks and get on with your life?”

ah, now you know.

“leon, seriously?” acting like you aren’t enjoying it, hiding the mischievous smile begging to paint your face. “it was like, for one second? get over it! it’s in the past now.”

leon grabbed a bunch of your hair, just how you like. he leaned in close, hot breath touching your ear making you shudder. “really now? or is it that you wanted to touch that guy? wanted to piss me off?”

you pouted a bit. “what? no! i was just thanking him, you’re being dramatic.”

leon grabbed both your shoulders, shoving you on your knees in front of him, face directly in front of his crotch and the tent in his jeans daring to be touched. he looked down at you, god, he loved seeing you so helpless.

“leon? stop, i don’t want to do this in—“

he shoved your face into his groin, biting his lip at the friction but keeping a stern expression. “what’d you say? didn’t fucking hear you.”

and then all he could hear were the pretty and wet squelches of your throat as he fucked it against the tree, your gags with his big, veiny hands wrapped around your neck effectively squeezing the sides to cut off your circulation.

he loved the sight of your eyes rolled back, nose runny and wet with bubbly slobber all over your face, he didn’t care who saw. you were his, right? he might as well make it known.

[fanaticmorelikefantastic]

I'm just gonna put this here

It felt like it had been hours. Hell, when I checked the time, it really had been hours. Yet here I am, still staring at an empty Word document. Well, almost empty. I kept writing and rewriting the first few sentences. ‘It was a cold and stormy night.’ No. Who starts with that anymore? ‘It was summer, the summer of my-’ Ugh I hate summer, it makes me think of flies. ‘It’s too bad that every love ends with heartbreak.” I’m not even writing a tragedy what? Well I could, but I’d feel terribly bad about it and would eventually end up writing a messy redemption arc with countless plot holes. Ew. I don’t know how long this cycle continued for until I was entirely fed up with everything. That’s a lie, it lasted for an hour and forty five minutes. I was obsessively checking the clock the entire time as though it held some secret answer to my writing dilemma, or the universe, or something. But it doesn’t and I’m all out of ideas, and motivation, and friends, and real romance, and potatoes, and milk, and hair ties, and- okay let’s stop. I shut down my laptop and put it in its bag. For a moment I thought that I could finish that painting I’ve been working on (the one that was ordered by that pretentious a- be nice), but the tedium deterred me. (It does have to be done in the next ten weeks though. I wish I would’ve just picked a struggle instead of being so ambitious.) Maybe a break is what I needed. That or a change of scenery. Both maybe. After standing up and almost falling right back down, I was reminded to eat, or that I haven’t eaten, or that I should go out somewhere to eat while I write! Genius, absolute. I practically ran to my room to get dressed to go. I could walk around and see if there’s anything to eat nearby, or I could just go to one of my regular spots. I had a hankering for adventure today, so I settled on the former. Cute clothing always boosts morale, so let's put some on. I also make sure that they’re comfortable. It’s important to be comfortable when you’re planning on staring at a computer screen for several (more) hours. 

It must’ve been divine intervention that made me want to go outside, because whilst in this cafe (which I never really noticed before) words have been pouring out of my mind. A hook, an exposition, a main character that I actually don’t hate, it seemed like all the stars were aligning in favor of me and this story. Well, all the stars that aren’t the male lead. I had written all the way up to when we meet him, but there he goes, pulling a disappearing act. Nestled in the corner of a cute and cozy cafe on a late autumn morning seemed like the perfect place to have a meet cute with the fragmented image of a male lead, but strangely, he was nowhere to be found. I scanned around the space for any inspiration. The cozy wooden tables and decorations paired with sleek black accents along the ceiling and other places gave the area a moody and romantic feel. The only problem was that there weren’t any moody or romantic people whose style I could rip off for my character. I gave up on my plan pretty fast. I had made plenty of progress already (or at least I gaslit myself into thinking so), so I chose instead to worry about whether or not I should get another one of those delicious sandwiches. Paninis. The food they served here was stupidly good, and maybe it could magically imbue some new ideas into my head. I decided on getting the chicken version of the sandwich (panini) I just had. While I ordered at the counter, my eyes wandered to a mini key lime tart seated behind the glass. I wondered for a second what their desserts tasted like, nestled all cozy in their display. It's what they specialize and advertise so I’m sure they’re delicious, but I needed an excuse to come back later, right? 

I settled into my seat, a new spot closer to the window this time, thinking that maybe a different view would help me to finally write in this character. His personality was already pretty much decided (it’s written in the notebook I have reserved for this book), but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what he was to look like. While pondering at my meal (sandwich (panini)), I heard the little cowbell on the door jingle and I instinctively looked up. I was joking earlier, but now I’m sure that some higher being brought me here because the man that just walked in was drop dead gorgeous. He was an absolute unit, his arm muscles unmistakably flexing in his short sleeved shirt (not that I was looking or anything (no, really they looked at me first). It was gray, which I usually wouldn’t like, but when it’s tucked into a pair of dark blue jeans fixed by a belt that matched the combat boots peeking from under them (the jeans), I waver just a bit. That’s all well and great, but the real kicker was when he glazed his eyes across the room. Oh my goodness his eyes. It felt like getting hit by a ton of bricks but if the bricks were made of metaphorical blue raspberry jell-o imbued with pure effervescence. It seemed like my fingers were floating when I wrote:

‘His eyes were blue when they met mine. I know it’s terribly cliche, but I couldn’t help but notice the cold, milky blue in his irises that melted away like a glacier when he looked to the floor. With gentle hands, he picked up my wallet, placing it in my hand that was, embarrassingly, frozen in place. I grasped it mindlessly as we both stood up. 

“Be careful not to drop it next time.” Not if you’re around to pick it up for me. 

“Yea.” I sounded pathetic. I felt pathetic. I looked pathetic as I watched him walk away, heart full of hopes, stomach full of butterflies, and head full of dreams.’ 

He walked right by me and I froze, the result of a sort of guilt for using him as a basis for someone in my novel. I tried to steal a discreet glance at him, but it was just my luck that he sat down in a cafe, by himself, with just one coffee, to do nothing. He wasn’t even on his phone. I immediately turned back around, not giving myself any time to see if he saw me or not because of course he did. He didn’t have anything else to look at (Wow, I sound so stuck up). I do my best to wrap up the paragraph I’m on and hide the embarrassment I feel towards this stranger that probably doesn’t even know I’m writing a paragraph about a girl falling in love with a fictitious version of him. I feel gross about it, but it’s not like I’m stalking him or anything, I just appropriated his likeness to write into my novel, which will be published, and people will (hopefully) read. I left before he did and on my way back I wondered why it was that I felt so guilty about it. It surely wasn’t the first time I pilfered a random name called by the barista at Starbucks, or stole the style of somebody I saw out of my window, or even took the words from a conversation I’d overheard for the sake of my writing. This time it felt a little more personal, maybe it’s because he was my type: tall, blonde, and built like a refrigerator. Whatever it was, I put it behind me by the time I got home. After all, it’s not like I’ll ever see him again. Now that chicken panini? That’s a different story.

Enter tomorrow morning, where I wake up refreshed, and early, and equipped with a name for our favorite love interest. Leon. It was a great name to give him, simple and iconic so the readers (and I) will remember it throughout the rest of the story. Also it goes great with the name Audrey. Audrey and Leon, star crossed lovers.  For a moment, the image of the guy from the coffee shop flashed through my mind, but that man’s name could never be Leon. I stretch my limbs, popping almost every joint in my body, before stepping into the shower and thinking about how his (the guy from yesterday’s) name probably starts with a J. He looked like a Jason, or maybe a Jamie. Definitely a Jamie. After I quickly jot down the name (Leon, not Jamie) into my notebook, which has gained more than a few stickers on the cover, I decide that now is the perfect time to go for a walk, maybe even a jog. It’s not often that I wake up feeling so great, so I have to take full advantage of it. Athletic leggings and a sleeveless top, something I don’t usually wear, but today we’re getting out of our box. I give a small thanks to laser hair removal as I put them on. The shirt matches the stripe in the leggings, which matches my shoes. I love how it matches. I also love how my leggings have a pocket on the side, and how it zips closed. I say another thanks to feminist clothing designers as I put my phone in said pocket before checking my ponytail once more in the mirror and leaving from my front door (like I have any other one). I make extra sure to lock it, turns out I hadn’t last time, which was scary, but thankfully inconsequential. 

The elevator to the lobby was filled with bliss. I even said hello to the receptionist on my way out of the building. I logged two miles around the park, half of which I actually jogged for. I sat on a bench, feeling accomplished and wondering if I should do another lap around, or maybe I should reward my excellence with a little treat, a chicken panini perhaps. I remembered those sweets they had on display at that shop (I can’t remember the name of it for the life of me) and decided that I’d rather die than not eat one of those this morning. I just did a run, I already worked off the calories, right? I did my best to perform a discreet smell check before heading that direction. I hummed lightly to myself all the way there, brainstorming ideas for how to progress my novel. It’d be cool if she found out his name by accident, like seeing it on his belongings, or overheating a friend say it, or something. That’s all fine and good, but the trope of saying ‘The name’s Leon’ still has a vice grip on me. I should've brought my notebook along. Then I could have written all this down. The friendly jingle of the door bell greeted me as I walked in the store. When I took my place in line, the focus of my thoughts shifted to which dessert I should get. Something with apples for sure. I love apples. They’re so refreshing and kinda earthy? There are so many kinds of apples, but they all taste similar somehow. I wonder why. I couldn’t pinpoint the reason before it was my turn to enthusiastically order an apple turnover (and a chai latte, I couldn’t help myself when I saw someone order one before me). I received the turnover in a little brown baggie and took a seat nearby to wait for my latte. While waiting, I pondered the second meeting of our (my) favorite protagonists and if Jamie is getting another medium black coffee right now. Wait, Jamie? I snapped myself back into reality as I watched (the man that I secretly dubbed) Jamie walk into the store and towards the ordering counter. I hadn’t expected him to be here again today, or at least that’s what I told myself because I couldn’t admit the possibility of him being a regular here. He probably was. I had (thankfully) barely started my thought spiral when my name was called at the counter. I mindlessly walked up and grabbed my cup. What a coincidence, I walked to the counter just in time to witness Jamie order a medium coffee with cream, but no sugar. I looked at him for a second, one second too long apparently. He looked at me (with those eyes, those infuriatingly gorgeous ones that made me sacrifice my writing morals to make the male lead have ones the exact same color) and smiled. He smiled at me, a knowing one as though he knew something I didn’t. Did he? Probably. I returned it along with a polite nod, then tried my best to exit the store with my dignity intact. Unfortunately, fate had different plans. I had barely taken a couple steps away when I heard a voice call out to me.

“Hey wait up!” It was him. I know it was, I just heard him order his coffee. His voice sounds like coffee, rich and smooth. I turn around, putting on my best I-definitely-didn’t-plan-to-write-a-whole-book-about-you face.

“Yea?” I can’t get over how perfect he looks. It feels illegal for a man to have such flawless skin and- scar? Why would he have a-

“Hey um, I just couldn’t help but notice you at the cafe earlier. Well I was wondering if you’d maybe wanna meet up for a chat there sometime?” I would die for this man. It was something about the way he said it, or maybe he’s just using his evil eye powers to hypnotize me because I feel like I could never say no to him and I have an alarming lack of qualms about it. 

“Yea- Yea, um I think that’d be nice! Well, my name is _ and I’ll look forward to meeting you- uhh…” I gave him that please-tell-me-your-name look that people do when they want to finish their sentence. He laughed a bit. Well, more like a lighthearted exhale, but I say it counts.

“Leon. It’s Leon” Oh. My. God. Oh no. Oh dear.

“Leon, Okay! Do you, uhh” I moved the bag that held my pastry to be precariously secured by the hand that held my latte in order to grab my phone from my pocket. 

“Oh, yeah, let me put my number in.” Leon gently took it from my hand when I held it out to him (he also scrambled my brain by making me try to figure out how his hands could simultaneously feel like clouds and alligators). I watched him type his name, then his number. All my thoughts must’ve gotten scared and hidden away, because my head feels empty as  a helium balloon. I clumsily receive my phone back once he’s done, looking at the name ‘Leon S. Kennedy’, then back at him. He’s so gorgeous and he’s just standing there, smiling, but not like an idiot (I’m the one smiling like that), he’s more like, a reassuring fireman. 

“I’ll see you around then?” I barely registered that he was talking to me. It felt like I was having a semi-lucid dream where once I wake up, I realize my entire life until now was just a figment of my imagination. 

“Yea.” I sounded pathetic. I felt pathetic. I looked pathetic as I watched him walk away, head full with dreams, heart full with hopes, and stomach fluttering with butterflies. 

…

I am so dead.

[theprestigegirly]

i love leon

[1eoness]

have u guys SEEN leons shoulders n his bakc is so wide ofmg i wanna hold onto it and claw on it

[saotoru]

y’all. im thinking about inexperienced boys.

inexperienced boys that are shy. who freeze up when you climb on their lap, who don’t realize how hard they are until your cunt brushes over their clothed bulge and they whimper, a sound they’ve never heard themselves make before.

inexperienced boys who feel like they’re losing their mind when you do it again, harder this time, and they can feel the heat of your cunt through the layers of clothes. can’t stop his hips from jerking, involuntarily rutting into you because he can’t get enough of how good it feels. it’s overwhelming in the best possible way, so much so that it’s a struggle kiss you back properly, trying so hard to stay sane.

inexperienced boys who are so embarrassed when they cum in their pants just from rubbing against you, their pants a creamy, sticky mess, blushing and stuttering out apologies as if it wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever seen <33

[number1mikeshcmidtfan]

i need that 36 year old man so bad!

also hello! im back!

[postersofleon]

re4 remake leon is so gentle. he has this new found strength so he is very careful around you. he never angrily fucks you or tries to be rough. he just wants to gently kiss you and make you feel his strength in a limit. you need to be very patient with him until he knows how to hold you. but you didn't mind. you like jumping into his arms, he gives you a cute smile and you peck his cheeks.

this man seems so fucking nice. he just holds you, small kisses on your shoulder. he touches to love you. he is a hopeless romantic in a way. he likes how you tease him. he let's you ride him so you controlled the situation. his eyes will always be gentle with you. he has heart eyes everytime you start rambling about things you love and hate

[sftandwet]

imagine ★ I saw an edit on Leon's tik tok and I couldn't contain the slut that was inside me | +18 ONLY

imagine a cold morning with Leon, with the room in your apartment dimly lit because of the blinds and him fucking you with all his might, holding the headboard of the bed with his left hand and his right hand lifting your legs ⸺͏͏ leon has such hot arms . And you scratching his broad back as he goes deep into your pussy, him loving every second and expressions you make because fucking you is one of the best things he can experience. Imagine him looking at you with his eyes almost closed because the pleasure that your wet hole gives him holds him hostage, that disheveled hair, falling under those blue eyes and those beautiful lips moaning low and husky. Imagine Leon fucking you for hours, so close, kissing your neck as he slides his dick inside your pussy, biting your lips as he moans your name. It's a beautiful way to start the day <3

[l13]

Leon S Kennedy- the s stands for switch. That boy has the range, goes from a dom dirty talking in your ear to a whiny sub begging for you in a second flat.

rIGHTTTT

like one second he's all like,

"You can take it, slut. Fucking take my cock down your throat, someone's gotta shut you up already," "Fuck- you like that don't you? Like being treated like a little whore, yeah?" "So pretty with your mouth full.."

and then,

"Fu-uck yes, wanna cum- please let me cum," "I'll be a good boy I- I swear," "Yesyes m cumming-no- nnonono, touch me again, fuck please-" "Yes- fuuuck yes, sit on my facemmh-"

[dark-star-exe]

thank you pinterest

[corpsoir]

hello bruabba nation heres crumbs

[poisonedprose]

rookie!leon kennedy who has to perform a pat down on you because you were accused of stealing something and he's so so nervous because he's never done this before but no one else is available right now. his hands barely making contact with the fabric of your clothes and of course you were wearing a skirt. "can you, um, turn around for me, please?" he didn't think he was much of an ass guy, but fuck, does your ass look good in that skirt. his hands are back on you, again barely even touching you. if you did steal something, he probably wouldn't even find it with how lightly he was touching you. "looks like you're good. sorry." he so shy and nervous and he feels so bad about wasting your time and you turn around and see that hes so so hard :(( he doesn't even realize how hard he is until you're pointing it out. "have fun?" you smirk as you point down to his pants and suddenly he wants hide under a rock and never see the sunlight again for as long as he lives.

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[number1mikeshcmidtfan]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEON!! (he’s 47!)

[idyllcy]

blue - mer!leon kennedy x reader || i am not immune to vievvie's thoughts

The glass is haunting.

Whenever you pass it, it's always empty, and considering the size of that god-awful glass enclosure, you can only assume it's some sort of merfolk or mershark. It wouldn't be something new. Umbrella was ratched when it came to animal experimentation. Data gathering. Intel. The need to be knowledgable in the ocean that no one explores. The best of the best. To crave the knowledge of the unknown. To be wise.

Whenever you pass Luis' tank, no one shows.

You assume it's a shy merfolk, then. Your own mutation of a dolphin isn't much better, consistently playing tricks and refusing to answer to you. The men of the sea, or whatever. You don't really find it in yourself to care.

However, Luis' subject shows once.

Icy blue eyes and a cold blue tail, you pause to stare into his eyes, shudder rippling down your spine as neither of you look away.

He's huge.

He presses up to the glass, staring down at you as you stare back up, and neither of you move. You do not breathe. You doubt he does either, fins not moving, and the two of you stay still.

"Ey, see you met Leon, finally!"

Luis' voice breaks you out of your trance, and you laugh dryly.

"Big guy."

"Loves bluefin."

"Good to know." You stare back down at your clipboard and then at the giant once more. "See you around."

"Catch ya later!"

You miss the way Leon's blues turn dark as you leave.