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Does Konig eat it from the back?

he’s a grown man. he’ll eat it any way it’s served to him…

he likes it from the back because it’s convenient. for example, you’re one of his favorite appetizers, and if he sees you looking especially tasty while you’re faced away from him, cooking him something nice, he often gets a craving for something else. he’ll come up behind you and shove every item of clothing out of his way, kissing and nipping at your supple skin on his way to his knees. he’ll push you against the counter until you’re bent at the hips, spreading your legs and licking into your soft pussy, hands gripping and parting the fat of your ass. don’t mind him, schatz, just keep doing what you’re doing.

before doggy-style, you’re in the perfect position for it, and who is he to resist a sight so pretty? he relishes in the way you gasp in surprise, expecting to be fed his cock and instead being met with his fat, wet tongue. his hands bruise your hips from the force he uses to hold you against his face when you try to run away from the overwhelming stimulation against your puffy clit, large nose bumping against your tight asshole. it’s not long before you’re fucking back into the pleasure, grinding your sopping cunt on his awaiting mouth, the vibrations from his hungry moans spreading throughout your entire body, until you’re spasming all over him. only after he’s able to drink in an orgasm from you (or three or four) is when his hunger satisfied.

to him, you’re perfectly plated in all forms and positions, and he’s never been one to turn down a meal.

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riding werewolf!könig, your naked body, which supple flesh is flushed with a slight blush due to the bubbling warmth in your body, is covered with his cloak made of wild wolf's fur, enveloping you in warmth and softness, as well as the thick, deep scent of könig's musk.

könig growls beneath you, calloused hands paw with a rough grip on your hips, sharp claws dig sharply into your soft, rounded ass, scratching the thin skin with small bloody scratches, as you bounce up and down on his meaty cock, your gooey walls pulsing around his fat, leaking girth.

his blue eyes stare into yours with an animalistic, hungry gaze, black pupils dilated and gradually absorbing the brightness of his blues, his cock throbs in the tightness of your stretched, silk pussy, as könig watches your breasts jiggle with each thrust, practically howling at the mere sight.

until your perky, sensitive nipples are between his sharp canines, wet tongue draws circles and sucks, as he more actively impales your squelching cunt on his weeping cock, squeezing and lifting you by your supple hips, deliberately quickly pumping into your cervix as a knot forms on his spurting tip.

könig making sure to fill you to the brim each time, letting the outline of his cock bulge in your tummy, as he jerks and coats your slick, pulsing insides with his thick, potent cum, making you shiver and arch rigidly with chocked, syrupy mewls slipping past your swollen lips.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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Playground Love

ೀ older!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, age gap (unspecified but reader is an adult), a lot of self doubt, talks about mommy and daddy issues, pet names (angel, princess, sweetheart).

W/C: 1.0k

A/N: studying? who is that? Anyways, this was supposed to be a cute ‘sitting on his lap would fix me’ but I got hit by existential crisis at 2am so angst.

"Wow, dating an older guy? That's so sophisticated!"

“Are you sure about this? Don’t you think there’s a reason why no one his age is dating him?”

"You get to date someone older? That's not fair! All I get are immature guys my age."

"Darling, I know you're an adult now, but dating someone significantly older... it just worries me. Are you sure you're on the same page?"

I love him.

At every reaction, you find yourself repeating the same phrase in your mind. It was a simple truth that anchored you amidst the swirl of opinions and doubts. Every concern, every envy—you faced them all with the same unwavering declaration.

But do you really love him?

The question lingered like a shadow, casting doubt on the certainty you had clung to so desperately. You couldn't shake the nagging feeling that perhaps you were merely caught up in the allure of dating someone older, mistaking infatuation for love. Or was it that you longed for attention from an older guy who could fill the void your absent father left?

You craved the paternal presence you had been denied, and in him, you found echoes of the guidance and affection you had longed for. 

"Dating someone older? Isn't that a bit... strange?"

"Why? Age is just a number, right?"

"Yeah, but... do you really think you're at the same stage in life?"

Oh, how naively optimistic you were. 

Perhaps you have been too quick to dismiss your loved one’s concerns, too eager to embrace the illusion of love in the arms of someone—his arms—who offered the fleeting promise of stability and security. 

“But he makes me feel loved and safe,”

“Does he?”

Was your love truly built to withstand the test of time, or was it merely a fleeting illusion, destined to crumble beneath the weight of your differences?

“Darling, can we talk for a moment?”

“Sure, Ma. What’s on your mind?”

"Well, I couldn't help but notice... you seem quite taken with this new guy you're seeing."

"Oh, you mean Leon? Yeah, we've been spending some time together."

"He's... older, isn't he?"

"Um, yeah, he is."

"I see... darling, I just want to make sure you're being careful. Dating someone older can bring its own set of challenges."

"I know, Ma. But he's different. He understands me in a way no one else does."

"I'm sure he does, dear…but promise me you'll take things slow and really get to know him before things get too serious."

"I promise, Mama.”

You've broken many promises with your mama, but why did this one hurt? Is it because you partially blame her for shaping you the way you are? Is it because she married your father? Maybe she would have lived a happier life if it weren't for him, if only.

But you thanked her, both her and him, for the lesson learned, for the wisdom imparted, for the love that had always been there, and for helping you recognise the kind of partner to avoid. 

You stood before the polished wooden door of Leon’s home office, your hand hovering in uncertainty over the ornate doorknob. Each second felt like an eternity as you battled with the torrent of doubts and fears that raged within you. 

You needed him, wanted him to hold you, and tell you that everything would be fine.

But what if he couldn’t understand your doubts? What if your confession shattered the fragile illusion of your love?

With a steady breath, you pushed aside your apprehensions and grasped the doorknob, steeling yourself for the conversation that lay ahead.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” His voice, gruff yet soft and reassuring, always managed to send shivers down your spine, freezing you in place. You couldn’t find the words to speak, and your throat suddenly dried.

Sensing your hesitation, he beckoned you closer with a gentle smile. You could see the experiences he went through, the complexities of adulthood etched into the lines that creased his weathered face.

“Come here, angel. Sit on my lap while I work.”

You obeyed, crossing the threshold into his office, your feet padding on the wooden floor as you made your way to him. Settling onto his lap, your linen dress pooled around you, the fabric soft against your skin. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close, his rough touch sent warmth flooding through your veins.

You inhaled his scent, a mixture of citrus and wood, with a hint of something familiar: whisky. You thought he quit. Ready to question him, you opened your mouth, but he stopped you before you could question him.

“Don’t worry your pretty head, princess. I only drank a glass, I promised. I’m just a bit stressed.” 

“Mm, okay,” you replied, pushing aside your concerns for the moment as you melted into the warmth of his embrace.

You found solace in the familiar embrace of Leon's arms, the weight of your doubts momentarily forgotten as you leaned into his chest, burying your face against him. A few of his buttons were undone, allowing the soft hairs on his chest to brush against your face. 

"Is everything alright, angel?" Leon's voice, soft and concerned, pulled you back to the present moment.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just want to stay like this, with you," you murmured, the words slipping out before you could second-guess yourself.

His arms tightened around you, drawing you closer, as if he could sense the hesitation in your voice. "Me too, princess. Me too," his stubble pricked your forehead as he murmured against them.

Oh, how weak you were. His voice and touch alone melted you into a puddle, and all your problems seemed to vanish in his embrace. Your mama wouldn’t be happy with how you turned out; she wished that you would never let a man make you weak like she was.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into his embrace, letting go of the weight of your doubts and worries. In this moment, all that mattered was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.

Perhaps one day, when the time was right, you would find the courage to open up to him about your inner struggles. Until then, you cherished this moment, clawing in the warmth of his love.

Pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, Leon whispered softly, "I love you, angel.”

“I love you, too, Leon, always,” you replied. The words were a vow of unwavering devotion and love…was it really?

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.       

- Oscar Wilde

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double homicide 😭 sending you a tissue and a hug!! xoxo

Playground Love

ೀ older!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, age gap (unspecified but reader is an adult), a lot of self doubt, talks about mommy and daddy issues, pet names (angel, princess, sweetheart).

W/C: 1.0k

A/N: studying? who is that? Anyways, this was supposed to be a cute ‘sitting on his lap would fix me’ but I got hit by existential crisis at 2am so angst.

"Wow, dating an older guy? That's so sophisticated!"

“Are you sure about this? Don’t you think there’s a reason why no one his age is dating him?”

"You get to date someone older? That's not fair! All I get are immature guys my age."

"Darling, I know you're an adult now, but dating someone significantly older... it just worries me. Are you sure you're on the same page?"

I love him.

At every reaction, you find yourself repeating the same phrase in your mind. It was a simple truth that anchored you amidst the swirl of opinions and doubts. Every concern, every envy—you faced them all with the same unwavering declaration.

But do you really love him?

The question lingered like a shadow, casting doubt on the certainty you had clung to so desperately. You couldn't shake the nagging feeling that perhaps you were merely caught up in the allure of dating someone older, mistaking infatuation for love. Or was it that you longed for attention from an older guy who could fill the void your absent father left?

You craved the paternal presence you had been denied, and in him, you found echoes of the guidance and affection you had longed for. 

"Dating someone older? Isn't that a bit... strange?"

"Why? Age is just a number, right?"

"Yeah, but... do you really think you're at the same stage in life?"

Oh, how naively optimistic you were. 

Perhaps you have been too quick to dismiss your loved one’s concerns, too eager to embrace the illusion of love in the arms of someone—his arms—who offered the fleeting promise of stability and security. 

“But he makes me feel loved and safe,”

“Does he?”

Was your love truly built to withstand the test of time, or was it merely a fleeting illusion, destined to crumble beneath the weight of your differences?

“Darling, can we talk for a moment?”

“Sure, Ma. What’s on your mind?”

"Well, I couldn't help but notice... you seem quite taken with this new guy you're seeing."

"Oh, you mean Leon? Yeah, we've been spending some time together."

"He's... older, isn't he?"

"Um, yeah, he is."

"I see... darling, I just want to make sure you're being careful. Dating someone older can bring its own set of challenges."

"I know, Ma. But he's different. He understands me in a way no one else does."

"I'm sure he does, dear…but promise me you'll take things slow and really get to know him before things get too serious."

"I promise, Mama.”

You've broken many promises with your mama, but why did this one hurt? Is it because you partially blame her for shaping you the way you are? Is it because she married your father? Maybe she would have lived a happier life if it weren't for him, if only.

But you thanked her, both her and him, for the lesson learned, for the wisdom imparted, for the love that had always been there, and for helping you recognise the kind of partner to avoid. 

You stood before the polished wooden door of Leon’s home office, your hand hovering in uncertainty over the ornate doorknob. Each second felt like an eternity as you battled with the torrent of doubts and fears that raged within you. 

You needed him, wanted him to hold you, and tell you that everything would be fine.

But what if he couldn’t understand your doubts? What if your confession shattered the fragile illusion of your love?

With a steady breath, you pushed aside your apprehensions and grasped the doorknob, steeling yourself for the conversation that lay ahead.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” His voice, gruff yet soft and reassuring, always managed to send shivers down your spine, freezing you in place. You couldn’t find the words to speak, and your throat suddenly dried.

Sensing your hesitation, he beckoned you closer with a gentle smile. You could see the experiences he went through, the complexities of adulthood etched into the lines that creased his weathered face.

“Come here, angel. Sit on my lap while I work.”

You obeyed, crossing the threshold into his office, your feet padding on the wooden floor as you made your way to him. Settling onto his lap, your linen dress pooled around you, the fabric soft against your skin. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close, his rough touch sent warmth flooding through your veins.

You inhaled his scent, a mixture of citrus and wood, with a hint of something familiar: whisky. You thought he quit. Ready to question him, you opened your mouth, but he stopped you before you could question him.

“Don’t worry your pretty head, princess. I only drank a glass, I promised. I’m just a bit stressed.” 

“Mm, okay,” you replied, pushing aside your concerns for the moment as you melted into the warmth of his embrace.

You found solace in the familiar embrace of Leon's arms, the weight of your doubts momentarily forgotten as you leaned into his chest, burying your face against him. A few of his buttons were undone, allowing the soft hairs on his chest to brush against your face. 

"Is everything alright, angel?" Leon's voice, soft and concerned, pulled you back to the present moment.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just want to stay like this, with you," you murmured, the words slipping out before you could second-guess yourself.

His arms tightened around you, drawing you closer, as if he could sense the hesitation in your voice. "Me too, princess. Me too," his stubble pricked your forehead as he murmured against them.

Oh, how weak you were. His voice and touch alone melted you into a puddle, and all your problems seemed to vanish in his embrace. Your mama wouldn’t be happy with how you turned out; she wished that you would never let a man make you weak like she was.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into his embrace, letting go of the weight of your doubts and worries. In this moment, all that mattered was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.

Perhaps one day, when the time was right, you would find the courage to open up to him about your inner struggles. Until then, you cherished this moment, clawing in the warmth of his love.

Pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, Leon whispered softly, "I love you, angel.”

“I love you, too, Leon, always,” you replied. The words were a vow of unwavering devotion and love…was it really?

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.       

- Oscar Wilde

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its funny how after writing playground love I literally have a conversation with my mom about dating someone older than me….

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star, I wanna kiss you >:(( and thank you!! im glad you like how its written since its not my usual writing 🤍 your comment makes me consider writing a part 2…we’ll see hehe

and yeah I tried to make it realistic because its so easy for us to say “yeah!! I love older men!!” but I just know dating an older guy would destroy me mentally and emotionally

Playground Love

ೀ older!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, age gap (unspecified but reader is an adult), a lot of self doubt, talks about mommy and daddy issues, pet names (angel, princess, sweetheart).

W/C: 1.0k

A/N: studying? who is that? Anyways, this was supposed to be a cute ‘sitting on his lap would fix me’ but I got hit by existential crisis at 2am so angst.

"Wow, dating an older guy? That's so sophisticated!"

“Are you sure about this? Don’t you think there’s a reason why no one his age is dating him?”

"You get to date someone older? That's not fair! All I get are immature guys my age."

"Darling, I know you're an adult now, but dating someone significantly older... it just worries me. Are you sure you're on the same page?"

I love him.

At every reaction, you find yourself repeating the same phrase in your mind. It was a simple truth that anchored you amidst the swirl of opinions and doubts. Every concern, every envy—you faced them all with the same unwavering declaration.

But do you really love him?

The question lingered like a shadow, casting doubt on the certainty you had clung to so desperately. You couldn't shake the nagging feeling that perhaps you were merely caught up in the allure of dating someone older, mistaking infatuation for love. Or was it that you longed for attention from an older guy who could fill the void your absent father left?

You craved the paternal presence you had been denied, and in him, you found echoes of the guidance and affection you had longed for. 

"Dating someone older? Isn't that a bit... strange?"

"Why? Age is just a number, right?"

"Yeah, but... do you really think you're at the same stage in life?"

Oh, how naively optimistic you were. 

Perhaps you have been too quick to dismiss your loved one’s concerns, too eager to embrace the illusion of love in the arms of someone—his arms—who offered the fleeting promise of stability and security. 

“But he makes me feel loved and safe,”

“Does he?”

Was your love truly built to withstand the test of time, or was it merely a fleeting illusion, destined to crumble beneath the weight of your differences?

“Darling, can we talk for a moment?”

“Sure, Ma. What’s on your mind?”

"Well, I couldn't help but notice... you seem quite taken with this new guy you're seeing."

"Oh, you mean Leon? Yeah, we've been spending some time together."

"He's... older, isn't he?"

"Um, yeah, he is."

"I see... darling, I just want to make sure you're being careful. Dating someone older can bring its own set of challenges."

"I know, Ma. But he's different. He understands me in a way no one else does."

"I'm sure he does, dear…but promise me you'll take things slow and really get to know him before things get too serious."

"I promise, Mama.”

You've broken many promises with your mama, but why did this one hurt? Is it because you partially blame her for shaping you the way you are? Is it because she married your father? Maybe she would have lived a happier life if it weren't for him, if only.

But you thanked her, both her and him, for the lesson learned, for the wisdom imparted, for the love that had always been there, and for helping you recognise the kind of partner to avoid. 

You stood before the polished wooden door of Leon’s home office, your hand hovering in uncertainty over the ornate doorknob. Each second felt like an eternity as you battled with the torrent of doubts and fears that raged within you. 

You needed him, wanted him to hold you, and tell you that everything would be fine.

But what if he couldn’t understand your doubts? What if your confession shattered the fragile illusion of your love?

With a steady breath, you pushed aside your apprehensions and grasped the doorknob, steeling yourself for the conversation that lay ahead.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” His voice, gruff yet soft and reassuring, always managed to send shivers down your spine, freezing you in place. You couldn’t find the words to speak, and your throat suddenly dried.

Sensing your hesitation, he beckoned you closer with a gentle smile. You could see the experiences he went through, the complexities of adulthood etched into the lines that creased his weathered face.

“Come here, angel. Sit on my lap while I work.”

You obeyed, crossing the threshold into his office, your feet padding on the wooden floor as you made your way to him. Settling onto his lap, your linen dress pooled around you, the fabric soft against your skin. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close, his rough touch sent warmth flooding through your veins.

You inhaled his scent, a mixture of citrus and wood, with a hint of something familiar: whisky. You thought he quit. Ready to question him, you opened your mouth, but he stopped you before you could question him.

“Don’t worry your pretty head, princess. I only drank a glass, I promised. I’m just a bit stressed.” 

“Mm, okay,” you replied, pushing aside your concerns for the moment as you melted into the warmth of his embrace.

You found solace in the familiar embrace of Leon's arms, the weight of your doubts momentarily forgotten as you leaned into his chest, burying your face against him. A few of his buttons were undone, allowing the soft hairs on his chest to brush against your face. 

"Is everything alright, angel?" Leon's voice, soft and concerned, pulled you back to the present moment.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just want to stay like this, with you," you murmured, the words slipping out before you could second-guess yourself.

His arms tightened around you, drawing you closer, as if he could sense the hesitation in your voice. "Me too, princess. Me too," his stubble pricked your forehead as he murmured against them.

Oh, how weak you were. His voice and touch alone melted you into a puddle, and all your problems seemed to vanish in his embrace. Your mama wouldn’t be happy with how you turned out; she wished that you would never let a man make you weak like she was.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into his embrace, letting go of the weight of your doubts and worries. In this moment, all that mattered was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.

Perhaps one day, when the time was right, you would find the courage to open up to him about your inner struggles. Until then, you cherished this moment, clawing in the warmth of his love.

Pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, Leon whispered softly, "I love you, angel.”

“I love you, too, Leon, always,” you replied. The words were a vow of unwavering devotion and love…was it really?

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.       

- Oscar Wilde

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Playground Love

ೀ older!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, age gap (unspecified but reader is an adult), a lot of self doubt, talks about mommy and daddy issues, pet names (angel, princess, sweetheart).

W/C: 1.0k

A/N: studying? who is that? Anyways, this was supposed to be a cute ‘sitting on his lap would fix me’ but I got hit by existential crisis at 2am so angst.

"Wow, dating an older guy? That's so sophisticated!"

“Are you sure about this? Don’t you think there’s a reason why no one his age is dating him?”

"You get to date someone older? That's not fair! All I get are immature guys my age."

"Darling, I know you're an adult now, but dating someone significantly older... it just worries me. Are you sure you're on the same page?"

I love him.

At every reaction, you find yourself repeating the same phrase in your mind. It was a simple truth that anchored you amidst the swirl of opinions and doubts. Every concern, every envy—you faced them all with the same unwavering declaration.

But do you really love him?

The question lingered like a shadow, casting doubt on the certainty you had clung to so desperately. You couldn't shake the nagging feeling that perhaps you were merely caught up in the allure of dating someone older, mistaking infatuation for love. Or was it that you longed for attention from an older guy who could fill the void your absent father left?

You craved the paternal presence you had been denied, and in him, you found echoes of the guidance and affection you had longed for. 

"Dating someone older? Isn't that a bit... strange?"

"Why? Age is just a number, right?"

"Yeah, but... do you really think you're at the same stage in life?"

Oh, how naively optimistic you were. 

Perhaps you have been too quick to dismiss your loved one’s concerns, too eager to embrace the illusion of love in the arms of someone—his arms—who offered the fleeting promise of stability and security. 

“But he makes me feel loved and safe,”

“Does he?”

Was your love truly built to withstand the test of time, or was it merely a fleeting illusion, destined to crumble beneath the weight of your differences?

“Darling, can we talk for a moment?”

“Sure, Ma. What’s on your mind?”

"Well, I couldn't help but notice... you seem quite taken with this new guy you're seeing."

"Oh, you mean Leon? Yeah, we've been spending some time together."

"He's... older, isn't he?"

"Um, yeah, he is."

"I see... darling, I just want to make sure you're being careful. Dating someone older can bring its own set of challenges."

"I know, Ma. But he's different. He understands me in a way no one else does."

"I'm sure he does, dear…but promise me you'll take things slow and really get to know him before things get too serious."

"I promise, Mama.”

You've broken many promises with your mama, but why did this one hurt? Is it because you partially blame her for shaping you the way you are? Is it because she married your father? Maybe she would have lived a happier life if it weren't for him, if only.

But you thanked her, both her and him, for the lesson learned, for the wisdom imparted, for the love that had always been there, and for helping you recognise the kind of partner to avoid. 

You stood before the polished wooden door of Leon’s home office, your hand hovering in uncertainty over the ornate doorknob. Each second felt like an eternity as you battled with the torrent of doubts and fears that raged within you. 

You needed him, wanted him to hold you, and tell you that everything would be fine.

But what if he couldn’t understand your doubts? What if your confession shattered the fragile illusion of your love?

With a steady breath, you pushed aside your apprehensions and grasped the doorknob, steeling yourself for the conversation that lay ahead.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” His voice, gruff yet soft and reassuring, always managed to send shivers down your spine, freezing you in place. You couldn’t find the words to speak, and your throat suddenly dried.

Sensing your hesitation, he beckoned you closer with a gentle smile. You could see the experiences he went through, the complexities of adulthood etched into the lines that creased his weathered face.

“Come here, angel. Sit on my lap while I work.”

You obeyed, crossing the threshold into his office, your feet padding on the wooden floor as you made your way to him. Settling onto his lap, your linen dress pooled around you, the fabric soft against your skin. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close, his rough touch sent warmth flooding through your veins.

You inhaled his scent, a mixture of citrus and wood, with a hint of something familiar: whisky. You thought he quit. Ready to question him, you opened your mouth, but he stopped you before you could question him.

“Don’t worry your pretty head, princess. I only drank a glass, I promised. I’m just a bit stressed.” 

“Mm, okay,” you replied, pushing aside your concerns for the moment as you melted into the warmth of his embrace.

You found solace in the familiar embrace of Leon's arms, the weight of your doubts momentarily forgotten as you leaned into his chest, burying your face against him. A few of his buttons were undone, allowing the soft hairs on his chest to brush against your face. 

"Is everything alright, angel?" Leon's voice, soft and concerned, pulled you back to the present moment.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just want to stay like this, with you," you murmured, the words slipping out before you could second-guess yourself.

His arms tightened around you, drawing you closer, as if he could sense the hesitation in your voice. "Me too, princess. Me too," his stubble pricked your forehead as he murmured against them.

Oh, how weak you were. His voice and touch alone melted you into a puddle, and all your problems seemed to vanish in his embrace. Your mama wouldn’t be happy with how you turned out; she wished that you would never let a man make you weak like she was.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into his embrace, letting go of the weight of your doubts and worries. In this moment, all that mattered was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.

Perhaps one day, when the time was right, you would find the courage to open up to him about your inner struggles. Until then, you cherished this moment, clawing in the warmth of his love.

Pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, Leon whispered softly, "I love you, angel.”

“I love you, too, Leon, always,” you replied. The words were a vow of unwavering devotion and love…was it really?

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.       

- Oscar Wilde

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ty for the tag, sweetie 🤍 @xoxostarlet

no pressure tags: @dmitriene @leqonsluv3r + anyone!!

@tomtomslongdong thank u for tagging me honey! you know i love cute shit like this hehehe

the goal is to make it look as much like yourself as possible, so <3

link to make your own here

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re-reading this cus its a banger

THE FUCKING DEAD

𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚

a spook/kinktober series + celebration [18+ ONLY] warnings: graphic sexual themes, depictions of violence, character death clips from re4r main game + dlc, vendetta movie and re3r

The death of thousands was damned from the beginning. The A-Virus is impenetrable, intricately manufactured to attack selectively from the shadows without a trace. You are one in five (Jill, Ada, Leon, Carlos) recruited all over the States to eradicate the bioweapon straight from the source—its headquarters in rural Mexico. Your objective: find Glenn Arias and stop him. At all cost.

But you didn’t know—Infection is already among you. Something different. Something more aggressive and violent that will drive you to the brink of lust and insanity.

Who will you trust with your life?

[Based on the events of Resident Evil: Vendetta]

RELEASE DATES:

Prologue

Follow The Girls Version

Follow The Boys Version

Epilogue — COMING SOON

Characters: Jill Valentine, Ada Wong, Carlos Oliveira, Leon S. Kennedy, Rebecca Chambers, Glenn Arias & [REDACTED]

FAQ: HOW DOES THIS SERIES WORK??

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[j3llyd0nut]

holy shit…this was so beautiful. I love the way reader switched from “hun” to “leon” in her expression, just showing her seriousness and intimacy. It felt like a tender affirmation of their connection (subtle yet clear??)

now playing: <the scars we bear> 00:00/43:00

starring: older!Leon x hooker!reader

MDNI + tw: brothel, inaccurate depictions of erectile dysfunction (?), fluff, suggestive (ish), thoughts of death, alcoholism, nsfw

playing next: <pieces of a whole> 00:00/55:00

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Leon sat alone in the living room with his head leaned back against the back rest of the couch. the glass of whiskey had long been forgotten when he now had the bottle by the neck. he should be outside, celebrating. it was what he had been slaving his life away for after all. the eradication of bio terror. regulations had been set, talks about it are going about, black markets have been cleared, and it was going good. no more back to back missions.

he let out a weighted sigh, wishing and praying that on top of the miracle that was occurring, god would pay him cheese tax for having busted his ass for ages and allow him to get drunk again. he wanted to not think for a while. just wake up the next day with a banging headache threatening to split his skull and covered in hurl of almost entirely bile and that one protein bar Hunnigan made him eat before he went home. or rather the empty coldness of the apartment he happened to have a bed in. he took another swig, feeling it burn his gums as it sloshed past his teeth. he wondered if his health insurance would cover dentures as well. he can lump it on top of all the other aches he had. his back, knees, neck, and shoulders, you name it.

at the age of 47, he found himself wondering what could have been had he ran that day with Claire and Sherry. maybe they could have staked out in motels for a while, get new identities, be a family? September 30th 1998. will it ever be a day he can forget? and if he did miraculously manage to forget, will everything fix itself? filled in cracks and duct tape around holes where the shards were too powdered to fit. Claire. he missed her. not in a weird way. in a way that survivors with a trauma bond, a close friendship, and a sort of shared guardianship custody of a now fully grown girl who would forever be little in your eyes would. but there were just some things that you learn to let go. because if you keep holding on to the what ifs, it'll only hurt worse.

sure they did see each other at events, gatherings, all of those things. but he missed that feeling of relief and connection they shared as the three of them walked out of Raccoon City's carnage. the calmest time he had ever experienced. his eyes stung. did the dribbles of whiskey on his fingers get in? he wiped his eyes at his sleeve. he must be getting old. too old and too tired. a double whammy.

and so that was how he found himself at the doors of a neon lighted establishment. the type that mothers would take a longer detour to avoid explaining things to their kids. the kind where drunk losers (not so different from him), unfaithful husbands, and sketchy people hung around. the modern day brothel. he wondered how this place was still up and running. he rubbed the stiff in the back of his neck and stepped in.

the counter was a sleazy bald man with a gold tooth. Leon blinked blankly at the sight. did he step through a time portal? was this man a typical sleazebag incarnate who escaped from the television world? he took a deep breath which made his ribs hurt and gave the man a half smile.

"any preference for ya?"

his voice was nasally and his eyes were beady as they stared at Leon. Leon found himself shaking his head.

"no. i'll take whatever you have."

Leon says. that was practically his life motto wasn't it? the government throws shit in his face because it's whatever they have and he takes it. day after day. year after year. a quick cheap lay would make things better. it had to. sex was the only thing he hadn't had in a while. must be what was missing. men have needs. they don't need to go for therapy continuously because the first and only session they had ever attended did not help whatsoever. and besides, wasn't it called...a placebo? if he thinks sex will solve all his problems, it will.

and so he took the keycard from the counter's sweaty palms and began trudging down to room 17-C. the room where 'the sweetest lay you'll ever get' resided. he fiddled with the keycard as he waited for the rickety lift to bring him up. if he was lucky, the cords holding it together would snap at the level he was supposed to alight and send him plunging to his death. but if god couldn't even pay him a miniscule cheese tax of getting inebriated in an attempt to regain control over his life, why would he be granted such mercy?

before he knew it, he was at the door. he knocked on it and waited. it felt wrong to just use the keycard and barge in like the sleazebag counter implied. and he would also rather not accidentally stumble upon another client. the shame of being here was gnawing at his barely addled whiskey brain; seeing dick and balls would just remind him of the military, and he would rather not remember that at all.

"come in, sweetheart. use the keycard."

the voice was soft and sultry as it called out to him, muffled by the wood of the door. he did as he was told and entered the room. his eyes shifted to the floor awkwardly. he did not know where to look or where to stand or what to do entirely. he was out of his element which felt funny to even consider because he had been constantly put in situations throughout his life. there was a soft rustling sound and he finally looked up.

"is this your first time, handsome?"

you asked him, head tilted to the side curiously. you were positively the sweetest looking girl he had seen in a while. usually the ones he saw were either friends, mysterious hook ups, the president's daughter, or downright rotting and falling apart. his heart raced.

"yeah and uh...the name's Leon Kennedy. but a doll like you can call me, Leon."

he says, face stretching into a grin that looked more like a grimace. he watched your face wrinkle subconsciously as you tried to stifle either a giggle or blatant disgust. the curse of being trained for observance has graced him once more and he felt his face warm. he finally processed how awkward it all sounded and mentally groaned. was it too late for him to induce that lift accident himself?

"okay, Leon Kennedy, what did you have in mind today? to preface, anything is fine unless i use the safeword and we can begin whenever you're ready."

you tell him, leaning closer and putting on your client facing seductive smile. your hands trailed to his shoulder and took off his gunmetal blue leather jacket. he gulped softly and nodded.

"what's the safe word, doll?"

he asks, looking at you as you held onto his jacket with the tips of your fingers. your smile turned teasing and the rouge of your lips brushed against his ear as you spoke.

"why? you've got something really messed up in mind, huh?"

you asked him, tracing the prickle of his stubble gently. he couldn't help but notice how your whole persona was arousing but at the same time almost...haunting. he scanned the room, your fingers, and then your eyes. he froze. it was like staring down the crystalline amber at the bottom of his whiskey glass. your eyes were his.

his silence made your fingers still and you found yourself searching into his blue gaze. the type that looked as if they hold too much of the world and nothing at the same time. your brows furrow slightly and you felt your heart tighten just a little in your chest. so you did what you did best. you kissed him. the taste of lingered whiskey and the feel of plush lips against your own. his hands traveled to the back of your neck as he pulled you in closer.

he wasn't a bad snog. his tongue parted your lips and he further deepened it. not forcefully or disgustingly slobbery like most of the other men before. it felt just right. down to the way his scruff tickled the soft skin of your face. he tasted dizzyingly good too. this was going to be the easiest lay of your day. he was stunning, relatively gentle, and not a creep. it was a major win in your books considering you had to deal with a balding sixty year old who probably brushed his teeth with cigars and ass.

he was pressing you against the cheap motel bed which creaked beneath the weight. his calloused fingers fumbled with his belt and you snuck a glance by pulling away to pepper kisses down his throat and shoulder. there was no bulge. tough crowd? your hands began to palm at his boxers which made his teeth grit. he was breathing heavily but it only twitched.

"hun, hold up..."

you say as he kissed you almost feverishly. he pulled away with flushed lips and half lidded eyes, pupils blown. you bit the inside of your cheek. this was gonna be a hard talk.

"hun you're not...forgetting anything?"

you ask gently, holding his face in your hands. he was breathing a little heavier eyes–dazed. he shook his head.

"no."

he breathed out before leaning in to kiss you, hands roaming to hold you close. you pressed a hand to his lips.

"you...sure, hun? you're not..."

you trailed off looking him in the eyes and praying that he got the hint.

"not what, doll?"

he says, eyes still trained on your lips as he wet his a little with the tip of his tongue. when you don't respond, his eyes meet yours. there was a desperation in it. not the type of desperation when a man needed a good fuck. it was more a desperation for something else entirely. like he was reaching for something to hold on to. anything at all. your heart tightened again. it felt all too familiar. you took a deep breath.

"not...hard, hun."

you tell him, your voice shaking a little.

"it works just fine, doll. trust me."

he says. although it sounded more like he was trying to reassure himself. that he was in need of a good fuck and nothing else. definitely nothing else that was more important to his wellbeing. he leaned in once more to kiss you and this time you let him. he began taking off his shirt and you did the same to your skimpy top, unclasping your bra. he looked at you and smiled softly.

"so pretty for me, doll. guess the counter was right, huh?"

he says. if it were anyone else you'd be grossed out but the way he said it made it seem like a genuine compliment. again, you read his eyes instead of his lips. you couldn't help the tenderness that began to rise from within the depthly caverns of your chest. a feeling you had long forgotten.

"hey...Leon? we can take it slow you know. you're my last customer anyway..."

you tell him and his smile faltered. you laid down beneath his hovering form and patted the empty space of the mattress next to you. he seemed to scan your face to figure out exactly what was happening but he didn't seem to get it. and yet, he still laid next to you anyways. both of you laid in your underwear, staring at the ceiling.

the mould spots, the dust, and the dirt that layered the ceiling and the lights were an all too familiar sight. you see it first thing in the morning, when a customer fucks you and you do the thing where you zone out and then pretend to cum when they do, before you sleep, and even now. in a way, it was a little memoir of your humble abode. the sound of him clearing his throat next to you made you turn to face him. his brown hair was splayed on the pillow case and he was studying the ceiling too.

"i'm sorry."

he says, his voice softer and deeper. you smiled. despite everything, his apology brought out a genuine smile from you.

"what for, hun? you didn't do anything wrong."

you say, eyes fixed on the rise and fall of his chest. his skin was littered in scars of every kind. you ran the pad if your index finger over each one, watching him shiver at your cold touch. almost as if he was holding himself from recoiling away.

"i can uh...eat you out. make up for it."

he suggests in a joking tone which trembled at the end of it. you exhaled softly. not an entirely bad offer but not right now. not when he's clearly going through it and is attempting to brush it all of with a cheap fuck.

"do you trust me, Leon?"

you asked him gently as you tucked away his hair. he pursed his lips and shut his eyes for a little before nodding. he found himself stunned at the fact that he was willing to trust this woman whom he had just met at most an hour ago. he couldn't even trust anymore, having been betrayed over and over again by strangers and acquaintances alike. so why...? what made this special? what made her special? his thoughts screeched to a standstill as she gently turned him and wrapped her arms around him snugly.

his breath hitched in his throat. he laid there awkwardly, unable to think. he felt his chest stricken and his breaths grew heavy.

"turn for me, sweetheart. let me hold you."

your voice filled his being with a sense of something he hadn't felt in a long time. he turned, his silver scars and chiselled back pressed against the soft of your bare chest. if this had been any other situation, his dick would have hardened, they would have had sex, and his problems would have been solved–who was he kidding? you heard him sniffle. once. twice. and then a choked sob. you held on tighter, pressing your face against the crook of his neck. you rubbed his sides soothingly. you teared up. it felt like you were being entrusted with something so raw and vulnerable. something that not many people would put in the hands of someone like you.

the both of you laid there in a gentle silence. it felt like a respite from the constant shit that life threw at you. he was now facing you, forehead pressed against yours, and eyes red from having cried so much. you held onto him, fingers tracing against each and every scar as if to memorise the missing shards of him, and put him back together. his own muscular arms had made it's home around your waist, pressing you so close to him. the bareness of your skin was bathed in silver moonlight and everything felt right. even if it was just for a moment.

even if at the end of the day you were two strangers, a broken man and a hooker, laying in the soiled sheets of a sleazy brothel.

and against the rules of your job, you let him sleep in your room. it felt nice to be held so intimately in somebody's arms without the need to provide sex for them. it almost made you believe that sex isn't all you were good for. that you deserved this borderline loving treatment and intimacy. if you closed your eyes and deluded yourself enough, maybe it'll come true.

[j3llyd0nut]

Hey I got a new idea for a story. Leon is bent down on the table and he’s holding a paddle, with extreme pressure he spanks himself and screams into the rag that’s covering his mouth. His ass his raw and red. His butt his leaking with substances. He can’t take it anymore but he’s going to keep going, it’s pleasure for him

what the flip?! 😟😟

[j3llyd0nut]

omg star ilysm >:( 🤍🤍 no like fr even if a car hits me in front of leon, I’ll just walk it off like its nothing

Patches and Coffee

ೀ Leon Kennedy x gn!reader

Summary: You found yourself in the crossfire during one of Leon's cases in another state while visiting your family. Despite being bedridden, you tried to lift his spirits, assuring him that accidents happen and that you were just glad to have him with you.

Tags: established relationship, civilian!reader, pure fluff.

W/C: 1.2k

A/N: heyy so just a heads up, I'll be taking a small break to focus on my upcoming exams. Uni's been pretty intense lately, so I need to give it my full attention <3

—————

As you reclined in the hospital bed, snuggled up with your plushie, Patches, the soft glow of your laptop illuminating the dim room, a gentle creak announced Leon's arrival. Instantly, a wave of warmth washed over you at the sight of him.

"Hi," you greeted him, a smile naturally spreading across your face as you paused your series to give him your full attention.

Leon returned the smile, though it was tempered with weariness evident in the shadows beneath his eyes. With sluggish steps, he approached your bedside.

"Hey," he replied softly, his genuine concern evident in his tone. "Just wanted to check in on how you're doing," he added, sinking into the chair beside you.

"Better, now that you're here," you responded sincerely.

Leon’s chest swelled with a subtle sense of relief at your words, a feeling he hadn't experienced in days. It was reassuring to know he could make a difference, even in a small way. "What were you watching?" he inquired, leaning in to glance at the screen of your laptop.

"Criminal Minds," you answered, briefly diverting back to the screen. "I'm already on season 9."

"Damn, you're quick. Weren't you just starting season 8 two days ago?" Leon remarked with a chuckle.

"Well, I've got nothing better to do," you retorted with a playful smirk, your eyes meeting his with a hint of mischief.

With a small grin, he met your gaze and replied, "Fair enough," appreciating the lighthearted banter that lifted the sombre mood. "Don’t mind me, you can continue watching," he added, gesturing for you to unpause the show. As you resumed watching your series together, a comfortable silence enveloped the room.

After a while, you turned to Leon, curiosity evident in your expression. "So, how was work after all of this?" you asked softly.

Leon took a moment to ponder, appreciating your interest. Work had been an endless stream of stress lately, but your company and conversation had a way of melting away the tension, if only temporarily.

"It was alright, I guess," he sighed, rubbing his strained neck. "Had a chat with my supervisor earlier... He made me realise I might've been too close to the case, so he helped me refocus."

You listened intently, your gaze fixed on him. You could feel the weight of his words, the lingering tension beneath his casual demeanour. Reaching out, you gently squeezed his hand, offering silent support.

"It sounds like you’ve been through a lot," you said softly, your voice filled with empathy. "But I’m glad your supervisor is looking out for you. You shouldn’t have to carry the burden alone." You offered a reassuring smile.

Leon's expression softened at your words, a flicker of gratitude crossing his features. "Yeah…you’re right," he replied, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. He raised your hand and tenderly pressed his lips to your knuckles, silently appreciating your understanding and compassion.

To lighten the mood even further you reached for Patches, your childhood plushie, and held it up with a playful smile, using a slightly cartoony voice. "Hey there, Mr. Agent," you said cheerfully. "Patches and I are here to cheer you up!"

Leon's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the plushie, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, hello there, Patches," he replied, playing along with you. "It’s good to see you, old pal."

You giggled, bringing Patches closer to Leon. "Patches says you're doing a great job and that everything's going to be okay," you added in a playful tone, using the plushie's paw to tap his cheek gently, hoping to bring a smile to Leon's face.

Leon chuckled softly, his expression relaxing as he reached out to give Patches a gentle pat. "Thanks, Patches," he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "I appreciate the pep talk."

As you watched Leon interact with Patches, a sense of relief washed over you, “You should take care of yourself and grab a bite to eat together, okay?” you added, playfully wiggling the plushie.

Leon smiled and raised an amused eyebrow at the plushie. "Oh really now? So you think I need a break? Well, I don't know...what did you have in mind? You think you'll be able to convince me?"

You nodded enthusiastically, giving Patches a little shake as if the plushie were nodding along with you. "Absolutely! Patches and I have it all planned out. We're thinking of a nice sandwich and coffee from the cafeteria. You know, surprisingly hospital’s food ain’t that bad!" you said, your eyes sparkling with excitement. "Come on, Mr. Agent, even superheroes need to refuel sometimes!"

Leon's grin broadened at the adorable sight of Patches in your hands, and your words brought a sparkle to his eyes, especially the part about superheroes needing to refuel. “So Patches is the expert on superhero protocol now, huh?" He leaned in as if sharing a secret with the plushie.

"Of course! Patches is a wise plushie," you replied, pretending to confer with the stuffed toy. "And he says it's essential for super agents like you to keep their energy levels up!”

Leon chuckled, feeling his mouth starting to ache from smiling too much. Amusement danced in his eyes, causing them to crinkle at the corners. "Well, if Patches says so, who am I to argue?" he said with a mock-serious expression.

You smiled at his playful response, ready to stand up and fetch your crutches, but a sudden grimace crossed your face, causing you to wince and sit back down. "Ouch," you muttered, glancing down at the cast on your leg.

Leon's smile faltered slightly as he noticed your discomfort. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

You forced a smile, trying to brush it off. "Yeah, it's just this darn cast. I forgot I can't walk properly with it," you admitted sheepishly. "It's still a bit sore."

"Do you want me to grab you a wheelchair?" he offered, gesturing towards the nearby hospital equipment.

You hesitated for a moment, realising that accepting help wouldn't make you any less capable. "Actually, that might be a good idea," you admitted reluctantly. "Walking with this cast is more of a hassle than I thought."

Leon nodded, understanding written all over his face. "Alright, let me go grab one," he said, moving towards the equipment.

As he returned with the wheelchair, you thanked him, feeling a sense of relief wash over you knowing you wouldn't have to struggle with every step. "Thanks, Leon," you said gratefully, settling into the wheelchair with Patches still in your lap. "Let's roll!"

As Leon guided the wheelchair out of your room, a heavy sense of guilt weighed on him. "Hey," he said softly, his expression clouded with remorse. "I'm sorry that you're here because of me."

"Leon, it's okay, really. It's not your fault," you reassured him gently, reaching for his hand. "Don't beat yourself up over it. Besides, it's not a major injury." You offered him a reassuring smile.

He returned your smile with a soft one of his own, though the guilt still lingered in his heart. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Thanks again for cheering me up," he said gratefully.

"Anything for you," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and affection. "And besides, it's not like I'd let a little cast keep me away from my favourite federal agent." You punctuated your statement with a playful wink.

“You’re such a goof,” he teased, shaking his head in amusement.

[j3llyd0nut]

tysm for reading, bee 🤍 sending you kisses xoxo

Patches and Coffee

ೀ Leon Kennedy x gn!reader

Summary: You found yourself in the crossfire during one of Leon's cases in another state while visiting your family. Despite being bedridden, you tried to lift his spirits, assuring him that accidents happen and that you were just glad to have him with you.

Tags: established relationship, civilian!reader, pure fluff.

W/C: 1.2k

A/N: heyy so just a heads up, I'll be taking a small break to focus on my upcoming exams. Uni's been pretty intense lately, so I need to give it my full attention <3

—————

As you reclined in the hospital bed, snuggled up with your plushie, Patches, the soft glow of your laptop illuminating the dim room, a gentle creak announced Leon's arrival. Instantly, a wave of warmth washed over you at the sight of him.

"Hi," you greeted him, a smile naturally spreading across your face as you paused your series to give him your full attention.

Leon returned the smile, though it was tempered with weariness evident in the shadows beneath his eyes. With sluggish steps, he approached your bedside.

"Hey," he replied softly, his genuine concern evident in his tone. "Just wanted to check in on how you're doing," he added, sinking into the chair beside you.

"Better, now that you're here," you responded sincerely.

Leon’s chest swelled with a subtle sense of relief at your words, a feeling he hadn't experienced in days. It was reassuring to know he could make a difference, even in a small way. "What were you watching?" he inquired, leaning in to glance at the screen of your laptop.

"Criminal Minds," you answered, briefly diverting back to the screen. "I'm already on season 9."

"Damn, you're quick. Weren't you just starting season 8 two days ago?" Leon remarked with a chuckle.

"Well, I've got nothing better to do," you retorted with a playful smirk, your eyes meeting his with a hint of mischief.

With a small grin, he met your gaze and replied, "Fair enough," appreciating the lighthearted banter that lifted the sombre mood. "Don’t mind me, you can continue watching," he added, gesturing for you to unpause the show. As you resumed watching your series together, a comfortable silence enveloped the room.

After a while, you turned to Leon, curiosity evident in your expression. "So, how was work after all of this?" you asked softly.

Leon took a moment to ponder, appreciating your interest. Work had been an endless stream of stress lately, but your company and conversation had a way of melting away the tension, if only temporarily.

"It was alright, I guess," he sighed, rubbing his strained neck. "Had a chat with my supervisor earlier... He made me realise I might've been too close to the case, so he helped me refocus."

You listened intently, your gaze fixed on him. You could feel the weight of his words, the lingering tension beneath his casual demeanour. Reaching out, you gently squeezed his hand, offering silent support.

"It sounds like you’ve been through a lot," you said softly, your voice filled with empathy. "But I’m glad your supervisor is looking out for you. You shouldn’t have to carry the burden alone." You offered a reassuring smile.

Leon's expression softened at your words, a flicker of gratitude crossing his features. "Yeah…you’re right," he replied, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. He raised your hand and tenderly pressed his lips to your knuckles, silently appreciating your understanding and compassion.

To lighten the mood even further you reached for Patches, your childhood plushie, and held it up with a playful smile, using a slightly cartoony voice. "Hey there, Mr. Agent," you said cheerfully. "Patches and I are here to cheer you up!"

Leon's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the plushie, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, hello there, Patches," he replied, playing along with you. "It’s good to see you, old pal."

You giggled, bringing Patches closer to Leon. "Patches says you're doing a great job and that everything's going to be okay," you added in a playful tone, using the plushie's paw to tap his cheek gently, hoping to bring a smile to Leon's face.

Leon chuckled softly, his expression relaxing as he reached out to give Patches a gentle pat. "Thanks, Patches," he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "I appreciate the pep talk."

As you watched Leon interact with Patches, a sense of relief washed over you, “You should take care of yourself and grab a bite to eat together, okay?” you added, playfully wiggling the plushie.

Leon smiled and raised an amused eyebrow at the plushie. "Oh really now? So you think I need a break? Well, I don't know...what did you have in mind? You think you'll be able to convince me?"

You nodded enthusiastically, giving Patches a little shake as if the plushie were nodding along with you. "Absolutely! Patches and I have it all planned out. We're thinking of a nice sandwich and coffee from the cafeteria. You know, surprisingly hospital’s food ain’t that bad!" you said, your eyes sparkling with excitement. "Come on, Mr. Agent, even superheroes need to refuel sometimes!"

Leon's grin broadened at the adorable sight of Patches in your hands, and your words brought a sparkle to his eyes, especially the part about superheroes needing to refuel. “So Patches is the expert on superhero protocol now, huh?" He leaned in as if sharing a secret with the plushie.

"Of course! Patches is a wise plushie," you replied, pretending to confer with the stuffed toy. "And he says it's essential for super agents like you to keep their energy levels up!”

Leon chuckled, feeling his mouth starting to ache from smiling too much. Amusement danced in his eyes, causing them to crinkle at the corners. "Well, if Patches says so, who am I to argue?" he said with a mock-serious expression.

You smiled at his playful response, ready to stand up and fetch your crutches, but a sudden grimace crossed your face, causing you to wince and sit back down. "Ouch," you muttered, glancing down at the cast on your leg.

Leon's smile faltered slightly as he noticed your discomfort. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

You forced a smile, trying to brush it off. "Yeah, it's just this darn cast. I forgot I can't walk properly with it," you admitted sheepishly. "It's still a bit sore."

"Do you want me to grab you a wheelchair?" he offered, gesturing towards the nearby hospital equipment.

You hesitated for a moment, realising that accepting help wouldn't make you any less capable. "Actually, that might be a good idea," you admitted reluctantly. "Walking with this cast is more of a hassle than I thought."

Leon nodded, understanding written all over his face. "Alright, let me go grab one," he said, moving towards the equipment.

As he returned with the wheelchair, you thanked him, feeling a sense of relief wash over you knowing you wouldn't have to struggle with every step. "Thanks, Leon," you said gratefully, settling into the wheelchair with Patches still in your lap. "Let's roll!"

As Leon guided the wheelchair out of your room, a heavy sense of guilt weighed on him. "Hey," he said softly, his expression clouded with remorse. "I'm sorry that you're here because of me."

"Leon, it's okay, really. It's not your fault," you reassured him gently, reaching for his hand. "Don't beat yourself up over it. Besides, it's not a major injury." You offered him a reassuring smile.

He returned your smile with a soft one of his own, though the guilt still lingered in his heart. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Thanks again for cheering me up," he said gratefully.

"Anything for you," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and affection. "And besides, it's not like I'd let a little cast keep me away from my favourite federal agent." You punctuated your statement with a playful wink.

“You’re such a goof,” he teased, shaking his head in amusement.

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JULY 🤍 im glad you liked it, sweetie!! gonna give you a tissue and a lil kith :3

Patches and Coffee

ೀ Leon Kennedy x gn!reader

Summary: You found yourself in the crossfire during one of Leon's cases in another state while visiting your family. Despite being bedridden, you tried to lift his spirits, assuring him that accidents happen and that you were just glad to have him with you.

Tags: established relationship, civilian!reader, pure fluff.

W/C: 1.2k

A/N: heyy so just a heads up, I'll be taking a small break to focus on my upcoming exams. Uni's been pretty intense lately, so I need to give it my full attention <3

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As you reclined in the hospital bed, snuggled up with your plushie, Patches, the soft glow of your laptop illuminating the dim room, a gentle creak announced Leon's arrival. Instantly, a wave of warmth washed over you at the sight of him.

"Hi," you greeted him, a smile naturally spreading across your face as you paused your series to give him your full attention.

Leon returned the smile, though it was tempered with weariness evident in the shadows beneath his eyes. With sluggish steps, he approached your bedside.

"Hey," he replied softly, his genuine concern evident in his tone. "Just wanted to check in on how you're doing," he added, sinking into the chair beside you.

"Better, now that you're here," you responded sincerely.

Leon’s chest swelled with a subtle sense of relief at your words, a feeling he hadn't experienced in days. It was reassuring to know he could make a difference, even in a small way. "What were you watching?" he inquired, leaning in to glance at the screen of your laptop.

"Criminal Minds," you answered, briefly diverting back to the screen. "I'm already on season 9."

"Damn, you're quick. Weren't you just starting season 8 two days ago?" Leon remarked with a chuckle.

"Well, I've got nothing better to do," you retorted with a playful smirk, your eyes meeting his with a hint of mischief.

With a small grin, he met your gaze and replied, "Fair enough," appreciating the lighthearted banter that lifted the sombre mood. "Don’t mind me, you can continue watching," he added, gesturing for you to unpause the show. As you resumed watching your series together, a comfortable silence enveloped the room.

After a while, you turned to Leon, curiosity evident in your expression. "So, how was work after all of this?" you asked softly.

Leon took a moment to ponder, appreciating your interest. Work had been an endless stream of stress lately, but your company and conversation had a way of melting away the tension, if only temporarily.

"It was alright, I guess," he sighed, rubbing his strained neck. "Had a chat with my supervisor earlier... He made me realise I might've been too close to the case, so he helped me refocus."

You listened intently, your gaze fixed on him. You could feel the weight of his words, the lingering tension beneath his casual demeanour. Reaching out, you gently squeezed his hand, offering silent support.

"It sounds like you’ve been through a lot," you said softly, your voice filled with empathy. "But I’m glad your supervisor is looking out for you. You shouldn’t have to carry the burden alone." You offered a reassuring smile.

Leon's expression softened at your words, a flicker of gratitude crossing his features. "Yeah…you’re right," he replied, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. He raised your hand and tenderly pressed his lips to your knuckles, silently appreciating your understanding and compassion.

To lighten the mood even further you reached for Patches, your childhood plushie, and held it up with a playful smile, using a slightly cartoony voice. "Hey there, Mr. Agent," you said cheerfully. "Patches and I are here to cheer you up!"

Leon's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the plushie, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, hello there, Patches," he replied, playing along with you. "It’s good to see you, old pal."

You giggled, bringing Patches closer to Leon. "Patches says you're doing a great job and that everything's going to be okay," you added in a playful tone, using the plushie's paw to tap his cheek gently, hoping to bring a smile to Leon's face.

Leon chuckled softly, his expression relaxing as he reached out to give Patches a gentle pat. "Thanks, Patches," he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "I appreciate the pep talk."

As you watched Leon interact with Patches, a sense of relief washed over you, “You should take care of yourself and grab a bite to eat together, okay?” you added, playfully wiggling the plushie.

Leon smiled and raised an amused eyebrow at the plushie. "Oh really now? So you think I need a break? Well, I don't know...what did you have in mind? You think you'll be able to convince me?"

You nodded enthusiastically, giving Patches a little shake as if the plushie were nodding along with you. "Absolutely! Patches and I have it all planned out. We're thinking of a nice sandwich and coffee from the cafeteria. You know, surprisingly hospital’s food ain’t that bad!" you said, your eyes sparkling with excitement. "Come on, Mr. Agent, even superheroes need to refuel sometimes!"

Leon's grin broadened at the adorable sight of Patches in your hands, and your words brought a sparkle to his eyes, especially the part about superheroes needing to refuel. “So Patches is the expert on superhero protocol now, huh?" He leaned in as if sharing a secret with the plushie.

"Of course! Patches is a wise plushie," you replied, pretending to confer with the stuffed toy. "And he says it's essential for super agents like you to keep their energy levels up!”

Leon chuckled, feeling his mouth starting to ache from smiling too much. Amusement danced in his eyes, causing them to crinkle at the corners. "Well, if Patches says so, who am I to argue?" he said with a mock-serious expression.

You smiled at his playful response, ready to stand up and fetch your crutches, but a sudden grimace crossed your face, causing you to wince and sit back down. "Ouch," you muttered, glancing down at the cast on your leg.

Leon's smile faltered slightly as he noticed your discomfort. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

You forced a smile, trying to brush it off. "Yeah, it's just this darn cast. I forgot I can't walk properly with it," you admitted sheepishly. "It's still a bit sore."

"Do you want me to grab you a wheelchair?" he offered, gesturing towards the nearby hospital equipment.

You hesitated for a moment, realising that accepting help wouldn't make you any less capable. "Actually, that might be a good idea," you admitted reluctantly. "Walking with this cast is more of a hassle than I thought."

Leon nodded, understanding written all over his face. "Alright, let me go grab one," he said, moving towards the equipment.

As he returned with the wheelchair, you thanked him, feeling a sense of relief wash over you knowing you wouldn't have to struggle with every step. "Thanks, Leon," you said gratefully, settling into the wheelchair with Patches still in your lap. "Let's roll!"

As Leon guided the wheelchair out of your room, a heavy sense of guilt weighed on him. "Hey," he said softly, his expression clouded with remorse. "I'm sorry that you're here because of me."

"Leon, it's okay, really. It's not your fault," you reassured him gently, reaching for his hand. "Don't beat yourself up over it. Besides, it's not a major injury." You offered him a reassuring smile.

He returned your smile with a soft one of his own, though the guilt still lingered in his heart. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Thanks again for cheering me up," he said gratefully.

"Anything for you," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and affection. "And besides, it's not like I'd let a little cast keep me away from my favourite federal agent." You punctuated your statement with a playful wink.

“You’re such a goof,” he teased, shaking his head in amusement.

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pov: your wife caught you looking at another woman’s boobs

(and also chris being the father figure he is)