#re4 fluff

[lunaekalenda]

"now that daddy's back home, i think he should be the one to read you your bed time story" your kid's eyes light up with excitement as his dad takes him on his arms, carrying him to bed. your son waves from above his dad's shoulder towards you, who waving back, smile towards the domestic scene your husband completed with his comeback. It feels like a dream to have him home, safe. to find him prepping breakfast when you wake up, to see his jacket on the entrance, his keys next to yours. Leon turns around slightly, winking in your direction, playful, even when he looks so tired. he's been home for less than a week, and didn't get a full night of proper sleep, chased by nightmares.

"his favorite is aladdin" you remind him. he raises a brow, before giving you a weak side smile, tired eyes focused on yours.

"i know plenty of tales, doll. don't worry."

your husband disappears inside your son's bedroom, the faintly light of his moon shaped lamp letting you see how delicately he leaves the kid on his bed. then, he sits on the chair by his side, and taking no book, he starts to speak.

"there was once a far, far land, full of mist and crows, cold and rainy, where a top agent was left." you smile, arching your brows. you already know which tale he is telling your son. "that agent, a really cool dude, if you ask me-" your husband gets interrupted by you son's laugh, who also caught who's that top agent left in Spain. "-only had one mission, but it was the most important one. saving the daughter of the president, no less. i bet he was nervous all the way to the town." you quietly leave towards the living room, your husband's voice getting lower and lower, until you barely hear him. once there, you water the plants, blow the candles and prepare your son's backpack for school. it's not long until you hear the silent -very, very silent- steps of Leon, the door of the bedroom closing, and his sigh when he hugs you from behind. you let go everything in your hands, caressing his arms, resting around your hips, and his head is buried on your neck. you stay silent for some seconds, just happy to have each other close again. his heart races against your back and his smell makes you feel like your home is complete again. he sighs slowly, tickling you.

"i've missed you, and i've missed him." he whispers. you let your head rest against his chest. tears don't let you speak, as they get stuck on your throat. lovingly, you squeeze his hand, in a silent way of telling him how much you've missed him, and how much you needed him back. time passes by slower hugged by him, none of you making a sound, none moving, as if by breaking this peace, he'll be gone again.

"he's asleep?" you ask, in a whisper, minutes later. he hums near your ear. you turn around between his arms. his eyes - full of love, of trust, of tenderness - look back at you. your fingers caress slowly his bags under his eyes, before he presses his lips against yours.

"let's go to bed, my love"

that night, he doesn't dream about spain. he doesn't dream about the monsters. he sleeps peacefully, pulling your body against his and letting himself find comfort in your warmth.

[killuintense]

i always liked the older versions of Leon, but this is another level omgf if i had him in front of me i would suck him until my knees bleed 🙏

cr: anglehands on x ‹𝟹

[praisethegabs]

from "yes, sir, i'll bring her by 7pm" to "your daughter calls me daddy too" and i think that's beautiful

[dmitriene]

cw: pussydrunk leon, choking him with your cunt.

you press your cunt against leon's parted mouth, filled with drool of greed, his tongue sticking out, muscle excited, wriggling, until feeling the press of your puffy folds against him, and you feel the vibration of his moans, whiny low and pleased to the point of his cock chubbing up his sweats, as he laps to part your labia, drink in the slick that drips to slip down his working throat, spit soaked, pouting lips closing harsh and sucking in every crevice of your pussy.

hips rolling down in rapid motion, thighs flexing, skin supple and taunting from where they're positioned from each side of his head, a mop of his mussed, haphazard dirty blonde locks brush and tingle you, as you brush them away, trembling hands tracing over his face, collecting the slipping through fingers liquid strands, his eyes fluttering at the slow, gentle caress, long eyelashes quivering, hiding the view of his blearing, hazy baby blues, moaning around a mouth full of your fluttering pussy.

you slip, when your stomach churns with impending, searing orgasm, and drag down, leon's mouth agape, gasping either for air, or more of you, and then sputters, chokes, as your cunt presses against the outline of his bobbing adam's apple, his hands twitching upwards, veiny fingers clawing up your rounded, exposed hips, blunt nails sinking in, holding, but not pulling you away, no, he holds you, let's you rock over the sharp shape of the cartilage that presses in the sensitive lips of your cunt, drag your folds over, the short hairs of the stubble that trails down his neck even after shaving rasps hard, but it's what makes your toes flex, curling.

leon's skin flaring up a vivid, striking pink, cheeks mottled with color, not enough oxygen, but he helps you rock yourself down, harder, quicker, until you come across his arching neck, gushing and spasming, your whimpery moans catching in time with his breathy, coughy gasps, watery eyes rolled back, away with his lolling head, as you slide even more down, weakly, moving your weight away, settling instead over his expanding chest, glancing behind to search for any tissues, only to see a prominently wet patch soaking the crotch of his pants, throbbing restlessly.

looks like he enjoyed the new position, but you'll postpone those questions for later, for now, he needs a glass of water, and to get clean, so you paddle away to the kitchen, leaving a fat smooch over his swollen lips, and a promise of coming back to the bedroom soon.

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[jks1uv]

𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 ; re 4 remake leon kennedy | one-shot |

summary: you think leon is an angel sent from heaven just for you, he believes it’s the other way around.

pairing: gf!fem!reader x bf!re4remake!leon kennedy.

trope: established relationship.

genre: fluff + romance + angst (if you squint).

warnings‼️: crude language + suggestive (they make-out).

word count: 810.

random disclaimerrr: devs = gods. inspired by an ai-generated tiktok audio of leon’s voice saying “you seem uncomfortable. do i make you nervous, baby?” TONGUE SHAKING EMOTE 😛😍😝 happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2025 @jks1uv

you’re a perspicacious woman, sensitive to other people’s energy.

your type in men and standards of living and romance are things you don’t won’t compromise upon.

because of your cautious nature, you’ve dodged some bullets. whether they be in potential friends or potential romantic relationships with men.

others call that picky but to you, it’s just liking what you like.

for the first time in a long time, the devs are on your side.

he approached you with the charm of an awkward yet intriguing stranger. he cracked a dad joke that made the corners of your lips quirk up just a bit and when he asked, ‘tough crowd?’, he’d won you over.

you gave him a chance and he took it.

he’s different you thought.

he’s tall; 5’11, a little over 6 feet with combat boots on and has soft, dirty blonde strands of silk for hair. his eyes remind you a cool glacier, the icy blue a stark contrast to his sandy, warm toned skin.

and his biceps, goddamn.

the sight of his arms and back, clothed or not leaves you breathless.

but it’s his smirk that makes you weak. it makes you giddy inside like a schoolgirl because it’s just for you.

he’s so sweet, so considerate of you.

you want to go get some food? okay, he can eat. he’ll be there to take you and pay, his excuse being ‘a gentleman never lets a lady pay on a date.’.

got a flat tire? no worries! he knows a thing or two (many, actually) about cars. free of charge, except maybe a kiss or two.

he’s also such a gentleman.

he’s always there to open any and every door for you, always pulls out a chair, always waits for you to sit down before sitting down.

he never raises his voice at you, always a gentle tone and soft-spoken; even in arguments which happens to be a rare occurrence.

when you’re wrong, he calls you out on it without having to fight. he’ll graciously accept his fault and will silently vow to never do it again, and he fulfills it.

he buys you flowers invariably. Including “just because” flowers!

being showered with affection everyday has a tendency for it to get old, you say that’s for superficial people.

you never get tired of leon’s attention because it’s he never gets tired of you.

your friends are impressed, with you and him.

“where the fuck did you find him?!”

“how is he so well-behaved?”

“it’s about damn time you got a man!”

it was that last comment that made you evaluate your relationship.

how did you find someone so perfect?

leon answers that with ease. “you’re you and i’m me.”

you snort. “what does that mean?”

he looks at you. “i get to be the best version of myself because you’re yourself around me.”

you’re taken aback.

the sofa you’re occupying turns into a soft cloud and you’re floating in the sky.

they’re words, so simple to him. you believe in the concept of being with someone on your level, but you learn so much from him.

in terms of emotional maturity and growth, he’s taught you things school and socializing hasn’t.

he’s a cop, a government official who has a beyond well paying job. he’s been awarded with a medal for fucks sake.

you think a man of such stature would be with a woman of equal ability but he denies that notion.

“it’s always been you.” he murmurs.

his hands find your hips and they squeeze affectionately. he gently lifts you into his lap and you smile as he noses your throat.

leon presses a kiss to your jaw, lips and temple.

“i really, really like you.” you whisper.

the “L word” will take some time to say but leon knows it’s what he feels for you.

“i really, really like you too.” his voice liquid honey and you find yourself wanting to drink it all.

you kiss him like it’ll be the last time.

your heart sounds like thunder in your ears. your hands delicately hold his face and he kisses you back with equal fervor.

his body is between your knees and you’re in his lap.

his hands slide up and down your thighs, feeling the goosebumps that prick your skin.

you pull away for air and he plants soft kisses down your neck, your head tips back in dizziness.

your lips tingle from the pleasant assault and your hands are on his shoulders, your fingernails pressing down on the muscle.

he presses one last kiss to your collarbone and you feel warm, quick breaths hit your neck.

“angel.” he mutters against your lips.

“that’s new.” you manage to slip out between your stuttering breaths.

“it’s true.” he wittily replies.

you’re bashful under his heavy gaze but it’s shining with adoration for you.

[shycloudkitty]

Time off

Summary: A rare time off with your boyfriend spent in creative ways ;)

Pairing: Re4r Leon × Fem! reader

Tags: NSFW 18+, MDNI!!! , Soft dom Leon, Oral (f! receiving), spanking, Swear words, Fluff, Light angst, Mostly fluff, premature ejaculation

A/N: Long time no see you guys!!! Okay so this is my second time writing smut, it's kind of clunky ig? But I feel like it has improved (I really hope it has). Shoutout to @writingwisterias and @fawnsflowerbed for giving me useful advice, the writing is not perfect but I feel like it has gotten better. Okay so, Things written in italics are a flashback scene, so be mindful of that.

WC: 4.1K

Credits to @/strangergraphics for dividers

Masterlist | Ao3 account

Finally, God, finally. A week free from work.

A week where you could happily enjoy the company of your boyfriend. Surprisingly, he happened to be free at the same time as you. Miracles do exist, it seems.

And now these past few days, you were in your boyfriend's arms sleeping late just because you can. Cuddling and laughing while he made another corny joke, he was charming enough to get away with it. Making out lazily and whispering sweet nothings to each other.

It was a miracle because whenever he was free, your hectic job used to pull in for a new project or a meeting. You couldn't help but dread and curse at your job for pulling you out of your boyfriend's arms while he was kissing your neck and caressing you all over like he could do it all day. And then, you have to leave.

“Leon, I'm sorry baby but I have to leave. It's important.”

As soon as those dreadful words leave your mouth he immediately holds onto you tightly, muscular arms wrapping around your waist as if caging you and huffs like a child who was about to throw a tantrum.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘No’?”

“No.”

You tried to wriggle yourself out of his grip but it was useless. Trying to push his arms away that were wrapped around you but they only grew tighter like a venus flytrap capturing a fly.

You couldn't help but groan half heartedly at his attempts. “Oh come on, Leon. You know I will be back soon.”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Yeah… like an eternity later when I'm old and sad and…miserable thinking about where my one true love went…”

His hands slowly slipped inside your clothes as he caressed your skin there, you suppressed a shiver as his calloused hands roamed your soft skin.

He sighed dramatically. “You want me to die old thinking when that asshole of your boss would let you come home?”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. He could be dramatic when he needed to be. “Y'know I will come home by 8 right?”

“Same thing.” Honestly, if it was upto him he would have marched up to your office and gave your boss a ‘talk’ about calling you whenever he wanted some help with work but he knew you would be upset so he didn't.

You were sure if you rolled your eyes any further they would fall out of your skull. When did he got so dramatic? “Leon, I will make it upto you I promise but for now I have to go really.”

He held you tightly for a few more minutes and saw you weren't budging, he couldn't help but sigh deeply and loosen up a bit. Giving you a chance to slip out.

You don't, it's not like you were happy to leave him here all by himself. You definitely wanted to keep cuddling with him, feel him wrap around you like a warm blanket on a cold night. Talking to him until one of you falls asleep or till your talks drift somewhere else… that somewhere being your face buried in a pillow while he arranged your insides from behind, him whispering all kinds of dirty things that made you come undone.

You looked back at him and cupping his face in your hands, his eyes looked into yours giving you puppy eyes which could melt anyone's heart but reserved only for you. You kiss his cheek, softly whispering. “Leon, I'm sorry but it's important. I don't wanna leave you either.”

“Then don't.” His answer came immediately. He leaned into your touch pressing a soft kiss in your palm, making your heart melt once more.

You sigh and kiss his forehead softly. Your thumb caressed his cheek gently as you continued to console him with love. “Babe don't make it any more difficult than it has to be. I promise I will make it upto you tonight.”

He slowly nods and immediately hugs you tightly in his arms and grumbles. “Fine, but if works calls in once more, I'm going there myself to talk to your boss.”

You chuckled and kissed him. “Deal.” He kisses you back, a small smile appearing on his face.

You pulled away and started make your way out of bed when he immediately yanked you back and held you tightly, making you yelp in surprise.

“Leon!”

“Just pretty please. 30 more minutes.”

“30?!”

“Ugh. Fine. 20 minutes. God it's like you love your job more than me.”

“It kind of pays my bills y'know.”

“I can too. Stay. 20 minutes. Final offer.”

You knew it was useless to fight against this, might as well rest up while you can. You can tell your boss you got held up in traffic or something.

And whenever you were free, it was him getting yanked into his government missions to save the world, literally. Not that you weren't grateful. But him leaving always felt like a piece of your heart breaking. The type of work he was in… there was no telling when he would come back or if he would even come back.

What words might be his last to hear, which emotions would be his last to be feel, will it be fear or will it be anger?

It was kind of funny, in a dark way. When you left home, all he was complaining about was not getting enough cuddles.

But when he leaves home, you don't even know if he will be back. And neither did he, although he tried his best to make you think otherwise.

It was still early in the morning when some rustling sounds around the room, woke you up from your peaceful sleep.

Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the dark room barely lit up from the sunlight. You could make out the silhouette of your boyfriend preparing his duffel bag for his mission. He was trying his best to be quiet, tiptoeing across the room to collect his things.

You watched him quietly, not wanting to interrupt what he was doing and also avoiding a goodbye.

Opening his closet to take some warm clothes, going to the bathroom to pack some essentials. Taking out his gun from his closet which was usually hidden well, although you never tried to search for his gun when he was home. Things were difficult as it is & to digest the fact that there was an actual gun in your home was a whole different tale.

You watched him wear his mission clothes, gearing up with his knives and keeping his gun to one of his pockets, fixing his tactical gloves.

He sighs to himself looking around if he was missing anything then he looked towards your sleeping form in the dark room, the only thing he had left was to say goodbye to you.

He walks towards you, his boots creaking against the floor, you closed your eyes immediately trying to look like you were sleeping. You felt your side of the bed dip slightly and a hand gently caressing your hair, his warm breath fanning your neck.

A soft whisper fill your ears. “It's time for me to go now, I know you will be pissed but I have to do this.”

He takes a deep breath and continues. “It's always dangerous but knowing you're here waiting for me, helps me through it all.”

His fingers towards your cheek and gently caresses it with his knuckles. “You put up with so much shit, I don't know how… you're still here with me. You're the most important person to me. I love you so much.”

He presses a soft kiss on your forehead and holds one of your hands tightly. He sighs and buries his face in your hair, closing his eyes.

You feel a lump rise in your throat as you just stay there with your eyes closed not wanting to say goodbye, it broke your heart every time as he left but you also had to be brave, the last thing you wanted is him worrying about you.

You let out a shaky breath and whispered. “I love you too…”

He simply wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your neck. “I will be back soon.”

“Okay… just be safe.” Leon nods at your words and then gently tilts your head to face him, pressing a soft slow kiss on your lips. He always said his goodbyes like this. He could never say it out loud, it was better to show you how much he would miss you.

You both slowly part from your kisses and look at each other like it was your last. You softly ask. “30 more minutes?”

A soft chuckle leaves his lips, his knuckles gently tracing your cheek and replies. “Not 20?”

You shake your head “No.”

“What if I have to leave in 20 minutes?”

“I don't care. I want you for 30.”

You see his familiar smirk blooming on his face whenever he is amused by you. “Bossy & demanding.”

You shrug and feel your smile widening. “Well, someone has to be The Woman in this relationship.”

His soft chuckle turns into a full laugh, the warm sound filling your shared bedroom, making this goodbye into something much warmer. His eyes crinkle around the corners and smile at you. “You're right, someone has to.”

He adds in with a shrug “I can do 30 minutes, if you add in the kisses.”

Your smile widens and nod. “Deal."

He lays down on your side, getting under the sheets once more but this time with full gear. “Scoot over.” He mumbles.

You scoff. “No way, I'm on my side, I'm too comfy to move.”

He rolls his eyes and says. “You want cuddles or not.”

You grumble under your breath but comply by shifting in bed, giving him plenty of space. After getting comfortable he pulls you in and wraps his arms around you, his chin resting on top of your head and your warm breath hitting the nape of his neck.

Your grip tightens around him, soaking it all in once more before he goes…

That's how usually things went for you both, just trying your best to be by each other's side. Testing fate whenever you both can.

But this week, finally, you are both home. Safe and sound. In each other's arms & watching a movie, what better way to spend time together as a couple… Or that was the plan at first.

Now, you are sitting on the couch with your legs spread, panting heavily and moaning his name endlessly, both hands gripping your thighs, so you can't squirm away from him while his face is buried in your warm cunt.

Movie plans being far forgotten now along with your clothes and the sly bastard was still in his clothes.

He was on his knees, tongue swirling around your puffy clit, sucking on it happily while you whined that it was getting too much for you and him getting hard as a rock in his sweatpants. Grinding his hips against the edge of the couch, letting out occasional grunts and low moans as he wats you out.

One of his hands leaves your thighs to dip his fingers into your entrance to collect the juices flowing out of you, using it to lubricate his fingers as he gently pushes them inside. A soft moan slipping your lips at the feeling. “Lee…”

He kisses your inner thigh in response and mumbles. “You're doing wonderful, sweetheart… such a good girl for me.”

He starts to move his fingers at a steady pace while his tongue plays with your clit. Coaxing soft whines with his pace but then he curls against that spongy spot that always makes you sing louder for him. He gets his answer pretty quickly when you eagerly grind against his mouth and fingers for more.

He couldn't help but smirk at how easy it is to get you riled up. A few kisses here and there, some filthy words spoken, careful measured touches…and soon you were a beautiful mess for him.

Huge ego boost too since only he could unravel you like this. And he loved you for it. The moans, the tiny whimpers and gasps you make when he touches or tastes you, never fails to send a shiver down his spine.

It turned him on just by looking at you, seeing the way you surrender yourself for him, let him do whatever he wants. To know you trust him so much that you'd surrender yourself to him so easily.

Panting for breaths, your legs weakly settle on his broad shoulders immediately wrapping around his head as he keeps going.

He removes his fingers briefly only to delve his tongue deep in your warm pussy, nose bumping your sensitive nub, hearing those pathetic moans of yours that were driving him insane.

He tips his head up a bit to see your expression and he couldn't help the growl that leaves his lips. Your pretty face flushed red, sweat forming on your forehead, your hair being a beautiful mess, framing you into a perfect image of sin.

And the combination is just enough for him to immediately cums, humping the couch chasing his relief. A guttural moan leaves his lips against your folds as he rides his high, his tongue eventually slowing down and closes his eyes because his head feels lighter and dizzy. He adjusts himself and grunts at the feeling, his cock twitching lightly in his sweatpants.

He pulls back briefly to rest his head on your cushiony thighs. His words are breathy, chest heaving as he catches his breath. “Sorry, princess… didn't mean to do that so early…Give me one minute…”

Your breath hitches at the sight, him losing control of himself like this was rare but a welcome sight. His usual perfect blonde hair now sticking to his forehead, pupils blown wide and lust written all over his face. It didn't bother you that he came earlier than you, if anything it made you proud of yourself that you can make him lose his mind like this.

He mentally curses himself for losing control of himself so early when you didn't even reach the peak yourself. But he couldn't help it, the taste of your juices along with the sight of you surrendered to him…it would take a miracle for any man to not lose control like he did. A part of him still felt wrong for cumming before you did and he tries not to focus on it too much.

He felt your hands gently tugging his hair upwards, he looks up to see you, panting heavily and mumbling softly. “Yeah?”

Your heart melts at the sight and smile at him. “You good?”

He closes his eyes once more and mumbles dryly. “Yeah… yeah, M’ good. Just catching my breath.”

Your fingers gently massage his scalp as his head rests on your thigh. Your tone turning more soft as you talk to him. “It's fine, take your time.”

He nods and slowly says. “Sorry, really…didn't mean to-”

You interrupt him with a soft shush and keep caressing his hair gently. “It's fine, baby, nothing’s wrong… We can stop, if you want. No shame in it.”

He shakes his head and peppers kisses across your inner thighs. “Mmm, no way, I ain't leaving you high and dry like that.”

After a few moments, when he feels much normal, he starts again, slow and steady. His hands gently grip your hips, gently biting the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, sending a jolt through your spine as you start to feel worked up once more.

His mouth dives back into your pussy, he lays his tongue flat as he slowly moves it up and down your folds. His tongue lazily circling around your clit, smirking to himself when he starts to feel your hips twitch in his grip, his grip tightens to prevent you from squirming too much and continues his work.

He closes his eyes once more and simply focuses on you. Your soft moans, the way you tug his hair helplessly, motivating him to go further. He slowly inserts one of his finger, moving it inside you, feeling your walls contract around it. He inserts another and hears you yelp, trying to pull away from his grip. He grumbles disapprovingly against your clit and pushes his fingers deeper inside you, occasionally curling them.

Your skin grows hotter like before, breathing coming in short pants, thighs clenching around his head from the pleasure coursing through your veins but he makes no motions to stop you.

His hand that was on your hips moves to caress your waist gently, rubbing your back, helping you relax. He flicks his tongue against your sensitive nub of nerves, sucking on it, anything to get you closer to the edge.

You arch your back, trying to bring him even close to your core. A plethora of names and broken whines leaving your sweet lips, indicating to him that you were close.

He suddenly pulls back, breaking his pace to look at you. “Look at you, dollface…So fucking pretty just for me.” His hands travel up towards your chest, roaming towards your smooth curves, feeling your skin under his own. He teasingly ran his hands over your plump breasts, cupping them and pinching your nipples playfully, slowly rolling those soft peaks between his index and middle finger.

You whine and huff at him, glaring at him to stop toying you like this. This was probably the second time he brought you this close. It did feel good but right now all you wanted was to just fall apart by his tongue and fingers.

He has a big smirk on his face when he sees you glaring daggers at him. “Use your words hon'.” Pinching your nipples once more for emphasis.

Words? You didn't even had a chance to breathe when he started all this. And now he was teasing you instead of finishing what he started.

You groan from frustration and try to speak but the words come out in a half broken moan. “Just make me cum, Leon… I was already so close.”

Leon smirk doesn't wavers if anything it only gets bigger when he hears you beg. “I was just admiring the view, baby” He raises himself up and starts to kiss the nape of your neck, kissing away the beads of sweat, tasting the salt on your hot skin.

Both of his hands drift back down to your hips, giving you few gentle spanks but also gently rubbing the spot to soothe the skin, the roughness of his hands raising goosebumps on the bare expanse of your skin. His touch slowly travels back to your inner thighs, pulling your hips near the couch’s edge so he could settle between them. He hears you whine near his ear, your desire and impatience apparent. “Leon…-”

He immediately captures your lips in a deep kiss and mumbles against them. “I know baby… I know…” He deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a passionate dance, demanding your focus into the demanding kiss instead of your delayed orgasm. One of his hands grabbed the back of your neck so you couldn't pull away from it either.

Your body shudders from the intensity of the kiss as he swallows every sound as it left your lips, eyes fluttering close, you allow yourself just enough to get lost in the kiss. And he feels your legs relax just enough. He suddenly pushes two fingers back inside your pussy, smirking when he sees your eyes opening wide and a yelp leaving your throat. “Fuckkk! Fuck! Leon-” You feel the familiar stretch of his fingers and try to push him away, mewling as your walls soon accommodate the feeling of his fingers.

Whines turn into desperate low moans as he starts to move his thick digits, once again curling them against your spongy spot. Your eyes roll in the back of your skull as he pulls you in a kiss once again. His voice turning into a mocking one. “You wanted to cum, yeah? Well, go on. Nothing's stopping you, not whining now are ya?”

You try to kiss him back but instead it's just more messier than before, string of saliva connecting your mouth to his as you pull back. Your vision blurs as you feel your orgasm starting to close on you with each thrust of his fingers. You choke up on your moan. “M’ gonna cum!”

Leon's smirk only widens as he hears it and leans in to gently tug at your earlobe and huskily whispers. “Ride those fingers for me, paint ‘em with your cum.”

Your body feels hotter at his words, hips starting to move at their own accord now, just need that sweet release that was nearing the edge.

He kisses your collarbone and keeps mumbling. “Yes, sweetheart, you're doing so well, look at you…” His sweet praises were what you needed as you suddenly felt your orgasm crashing over you, a scream of his name ripping through your chest, legs giving out as your juices gushed around his fingers.

He helps you ride out your high and slowly pulls out of your aching hole, immediately putting his digits in his mouth, softly groaning at the taste of your cum. “Mmhmm, Jesus…” He licks them clean and looks down at your spent body and grins to himself. “Would you look at that…So pretty.”

He gently caresses your body as it shakes from pleasure. Leaning down to pepper soft kisses from your waist to the swell of your chest, slowly making his way up your body. He finally reaches your lips as he drops a soft kiss. He leans back and grins at you. “I was good, wasn't I?”

You chuckle breathlessly as you stare at him, feeling like you probably have melted in goo on the couch. Replying to him in a breathy tone. “Good doesn't…even begin…to cover it.”

Leon chuckles along with you, gently brushing some of the hair away which was sticking on your skin cause of sweat. He drops a soft kiss on your forehead. “I aim to please, sweetheart…Now come ‘ere.”

He groans softly as he stands up front sitting on his knees for so long. He sits down on the couch, leaning back & spreads his legs, stretching them a bit. He gently pulls you in his lap, allowing you to just simply curl up as you sit there, his chin resting on the top of your head. His fingers thread through your hair, gently untangling any knots that came across his way while you came down your high.

You sigh, feeling your shudders subside in his arms and reply. “God, I don't think I can walk even now.”

His lips turn into a mischievous smile, his chest puffing up at your words. “I know & you're welcome.” And drops a kiss on your head.

You roll your eyes at his self-satisfied tone. “So Humble.”

You feel his chest rumble up from soft laugh as he replies smugly. “I know right, considering how much noise you were making I should brag more.”

You hit his chest lightly and feign annoyance at him. “Shut up.”

A stupid wide grin spreads across his face as you hit him, his arms squeeze around your body, pulling you closer and says. “What? It's not a bad thing to accept the fact that I'm just that good.”

“I didn't say that.”

“It felt like you did.”

“I was hoping for more quiet cuddling and less bragging.” Playful exasperation apparent in your words.

He rolls his eyes and dramatically sighs but his voice is full of teasing. “Jesus, fine, a guy can't even brag about making his girl satisfied. But okay, whatever the princess demands.”

He hears laughter spilling from your lips and feels his heart melt from the sound, his hands gently rub your back. And he buries his face in your neck, kissing you there softly. “Wanna get cleaned up in the shower or too tired?”

You nod and reply. “No… I wanna shower but only if you carry me.” Playfully batting your eyelashes at him.

He chuckles and stands up with you in his arms, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck. He passed the same playful smile back at you. “Was gonna do that anyway, Princess.”

Your giggles fill the air as he carries you quite happily to the bathroom. You rest your head on his chest and briefly close your eyes praying, that you'd both get more time like this more often.

Hello, everyone!!! So happy to be back. Good news- I have already started working on some requests from last time, I wasn't writing anything for these few months cause of exams, I'm still not exactly free but I think I can manage.

Other than that, I hope the smut is good enough to enjoy, I know it's not perfect😅 but I'm working on that, this is the only area where I get stuck Lol. Do let me know if you guys want me to improve in some areas or anything else you'd like to see.

Hope you all have a good day!

-Bella

[livchvz]

a/n: my second Leon oneshot, i can't believe it 😭 I hope you like it, English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes

summary: After a friend sets up a dating app profile for Leon, he—still a bit hesitant—ends up meeting you. And maybe, just maybe, it makes him rethink the idea that being on this app isn't so bad after all. (I’m terrible at writing summaries, sorry!)

words : 2k (sorry)

+18

"You did what?" Leon raised an eyebrow, arms crossed, staring at his friend.

"Relax, I just gave your love life a little update," his friend replied, grinning, phone already unlocked. "Check this out. Your profile looks amazing. Seriously, I outdid myself."

Leon huffed, running a hand down his face.

"Dude, this is a terrible idea. Seriously. A dating app? You know what happens when my face starts showing up out there..."

"What do you think will happen? Terrorists will break into your apartment because you liked a girl who’s into cats and bad TV shows?" the friend shot back, laughing. "Don’t tell me you're super happy with your lonely routine of cleaning guns and eating frozen meals while watching the news?"

Leon narrowed his eyes. "First of all: I don’t watch the news. Second: you know my life isn’t that simple."

"Exactly why you deserve to laugh a little, go out, I don’t know… live a little?"

The friend turned the phone to show him the screen. The first picture was one Leon barely remembered taking — he was leaning against a car, leather jacket, distracted expression. The second showed a rare real smile, from some random afternoon they spent together at a bar.

"You used that one?" Leon pointed. "I’m smiling too much in it."

"Exactly. People need to know you’re almost friendly."

Leon shook his head, about to argue, when the friend suddenly said, excited:

"Look at that, you already got a like!"

"...What?"

"Someone liked your profile. Here, look." He slid the phone forward with a dramatic gesture.

Leon hesitated. He didn’t want to care. He didn’t want to be interested. But his eyes fell on the screen.

It was you.

Your profile picture showed a sweet smile, round cheeks, bright eyes. And the description… it was funny. You weren’t trying to impress — and maybe that’s why it already did.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, staring at the screen.

"...She’s pretty," he said, mostly to himself.

"Mhm, and she seems nice. Don’t tell me it’s not worth at least a conversation?"

Leon bit the corner of his lip, thoughtful. "It’s just a conversation, right?"

"Exactly. A ‘hi’. Maybe a ‘how are you?’. Do you even remember how to flirt or should I type it for you too?"

Leon grabbed the phone from his friend’s hand, rolling his eyes — but the corner of his mouth betrayed a small smile.

"Alright. Just this once."

[...]

Days went by as your conversations with Leon developed. Talking to him was a little… different. The blonde was kind of cold in texts, didn’t always get your sense of humor, and sometimes took forever to reply. Still, he seemed like a decent guy and very respectful. You still remembered how hard you laughed when he told you how he made his dating profile.

After a week of chatting, you both decided to meet up, even though Leon was still a bit reluctant. The age difference wasn’t a problem for you — you always preferred older men. For him, though, it was still a little confusing. It wasn’t a huge gap, but it was still there.

The day came — at night — when Leon came to pick you up for the date. You saw him through your bedroom window, standing outside the car, taking a deep breath and talking to himself.

So cute.

He was wearing a white shirt under a blue blazer, dress pants, and his hair, as always, was perfect. As you walked outside, you saw him brushing off his clothes — he clearly didn’t know how to hide his nerves.

Leon seemed very different in person than in texts. Besides being a gentleman who kissed your hand, opened the car door, and complimented your outfit, he actually knew how to hold a conversation — even if he threw in a few awful dad jokes. He was taller than he looked in pictures, and definitely more muscular… honestly, he was hot.

Leon’s heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest — it was his first real date in years. You were beautiful, sweet, and smelled amazing… He knew he’d have to control himself not to kiss you right there in the car.

The way your breasts peeked out slightly from your dress neckline caught his attention — one wrong move and he’d be staring too much. You looked so delicate and sweet, so… perfect.

At the restaurant, his chivalry stayed the same. Your body shivered every time he spoke. That deep voice filled your ears, drowning out the other sounds of the place.

"So, are you in college?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah..." you laughed. "But probably not for long. I hate my major."

"Why? I thought you liked psychology." His voice sounded genuinely concerned.

Leon’s large hand reached out to touch yours, covering it completely. His hand was big and slightly rough, but still comforting.

"I don’t know… I just don’t feel the same passion I used to, you know? Like, when you finally reach that childhood dream of working with something and then, after a while… it just doesn’t make sense anymore."

That hit Leon deeply. He knew exactly what you were feeling… he’d felt it too.

"Yeah… I know that feeling all too well."

[...]

"Oh my God, yes! It’s so crazy... like, some people really mistake kindness for flirting," you said, laughing, covering part of your face, a little embarrassed by how much fun you were having.

Leon chuckled too, that low, rough laugh that came straight from his chest. He looked at you with a glint in his eyes, elbows on the table, glass forgotten beside him.

"I’m like... girl, I just helped you, okay? I don’t want you."

You burst into laughter. The way he said things, with a hint of sarcasm but never mean, made your stomach feel warm — it wasn’t just the laughs, it was his presence. His direct gaze, lips slightly parted as if always about to say something that’d make you smile. It was impossible not to feel at ease with him.

Conversations with Leon flowed with such delicious ease, so naturally, it felt like you’d known each other for much longer. You couldn’t even remember the last time you laughed so much on a first date — or when you allowed yourself to feel this comfortable with someone. Usually, you hated being touched during conversations; your personal space was sacred. But with him… it felt different.

Leon’s touch was almost hypnotic. He spoke calmly, sometimes pausing to listen to you, and in those moments, he let his fingertips lightly caress your hand. He did it like it was automatic, intimate without being invasive — like he had memorized your skin’s rhythm. And you loved it. Loved it so much that when he stopped, you missed it.

"Are you sleepy?" he asked, voice soft, eyes watching yours.

"A little… but I don’t want this to end yet," you admitted, looking down for a second, feeling your cheeks warm. You meant it.

Leon gave a slow, shy smile. He glanced around, calculating time, the hour, the distance.

"It’s getting late. I can take you home, if you want. I don’t want you walking alone."

You hesitated for a second. Not out of fear — you just didn’t want the moment to end. But he was looking at you like that — kind, protective, no pressure. Just him being… him.

"You’re gonna drop me off and then disappear from the app, huh?" you teased, half-joking but also testing him.

Leon raised an eyebrow. "If I disappear, will you miss me?"

You looked away, smiling to yourself. "Maybe."

He stood up, offering his hand, and you took it without thinking much — his fingers closed around yours with both firmness and gentleness, the kind of touch that made you forget the world outside existed.

The walk to the car was calm, sidewalks quiet under the yellow glow of the streetlights. He opened the door for you, and for a moment, when you sat down, the scene didn’t feel like an ending — but the start of something.

On the drive to your house, the conversation continued — softer, more intimate. You talked about little things, shared interests, bad movies from childhood, what you both hated about Sunday nights. Leon drove with one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally resting on your thigh, touching your exposed skin lightly — and that small gesture made your heart skip.

When he parked in front of your house, he turned off the engine but didn’t rush to say goodbye. He just stayed there, turned toward you, eyes locked on yours.

"Thank you for tonight, really," you said, voice softer than you expected.

Leon tilted his head slightly. "I think… it’s been a while since I felt this way. Light. It was good."

"It was great," you corrected, smiling.

And for a moment, silence fell — that kind of silence full of unsaid things.

You hesitated at the door handle but turned to him again.

"You’re gonna text me, right?"

"I will," he promised — and you believed him.

You meant to get out of the car, go into your house, and freak out like any normal girl would after a date with a hot guy, but your body wouldn’t move.

You let go of the handle and sat back, looking at him, noticing how his blue eyes looked even more intense.

"I was gonna leave, but…" you laughed nervously, "I don’t know… I can’t."

"Good. I was already regretting not kissing you before you left," he said, smiling softly.

He leaned his head back against the seat, glancing between your eyes and lips. You mimicked his posture, resting your head back too.

"So you do want to kiss me?"

"Fuck yeah," he whispered, the sound tickling your stomach.

A silence filled the space before the blonde leaned closer, inch by inch, until his lips met yours.

Leon’s lips moved with gentle hunger, savoring yours. His tongue danced with yours in a slow rhythm, making the car feel warmer by the second.

A moan escaped your throat when his fingertips touched your thigh again — this time moving up and down against your soft skin.

Hearing your moan, feeling the vibration of your voice in his lips, made his pants tighter — his cock growing harder, craving your wet, warm touch. You ran your fingers through his platinum hair, tugging slightly, earning a low groan from Leon. His fingers pushed your dress up until they reached the spot he wanted most, brushing against your damp panties.

His touch made you shiver. Breathless, you pulled away, but your faces stayed close. Heavy breathing, flushed skin, lingering tension… you wanted more. A lot more.

Without thinking too much, your small hand found his cock over his pants, squeezing gently and feeling his size, drawing a sharp inhale from Leon who shut his eyes, gripping your thigh harder.

So many years without a touch that wasn’t his own, so much time craving a moment like this — he just wanted to rip that dress off and fuck you until you forgot your own name. Feel your warm pussy swallowing him, squeeze and suck your tits while you rode him hard...

But this was your first date. And he wanted a second one. He knew that if you had sex now, there was a chance it wouldn’t happen.

"Baby… wait," he said, pulling your hand away, opening his eyes. "How about we save that for another day, hmm?"

"You don’t want to?" you asked, hesitant.

He chuckled, kissing your neck.

"Oh honey… if you only knew what I really want to do to you right now… but I think we should wait for a second date. What do you think?"

You felt his tongue teasing your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made your head spin.

"I think that’d be good…"

"Yeah?" he smiled. "I promise, next time, you’ll get to touch me as much as you want. But now, you need to rest."

You kissed a few more times before saying goodnight and finally getting out of the car.

Damn… you wanted him so badly.

[stellasdrafts]

Slow Morning with Leon Kennedy

Summary: a warm winter morning after with your boyfriend. (RE4R Leon x Reader)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: alludes to sexual content happening the night before, no smut, ur so in loooooove. would it even be a story of mine if it wasn’t at least a bit angsty? tooth-rotting fluff, unspecified gender of reader.

Notes: writing the aftermath because i’m scared of writing smut. #needthat. also, happy holidays to everyone celebrating stuff at the moment! <3

You awaken with the golden morning sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains and casting an entrancing glow on your bedroom walls. Every morning, the sight reminds you of that afternoon spent at the furniture store where you and your boyfriend deliberated way too long over picking the perfect amenities for your first place together. Leon wanted some blackout curtains, but you figured some pretty see-through ones could start off the day with some much-needed serotonin. You got your way and you were right. You’re home a lot more than Leon, anyway. It feels like he’s always gone on missions. He typically can’t even disclose the details of them to you, either, leaving you to find out he was risking his life across the globe only when he comes back. That feeling of hopelessness – of not knowing where your partner is, or if he’s safe… it’s a most devastating feeling you wouldn’t wish upon anyone.

It's that D.S.O. agent’s arm, sleepily thrown across your midriff, that now pins you down to the heavenly mattress. You couldn’t escape this warm, golden confinement even if you wanted to. He’s recently come back from Spain and can’t keep his hands off of you since – not that you mind the constant affection. You can’t so much as brush your teeth without having strong arms wrap around you from behind, or cook dinner without him plastering kisses down your neck and shoulders, or even pick out your clothes in the morning without getting groped lovingly. And despite all of that, there’s still a tenseness to the way he moves, the way he carries himself. As if you’re both waiting for the other shoe to drop – waiting for him to be ripped away from you again. So you take the time you have now to admire his sleeping form. It’s the only time he truly looks peaceful. You trace a careful thumb over the space between his brows. There are usually a few tense lines there, giving away the insurmountable stress he carries with him wherever he goes. You’d give anything to have him like this all the time: warm, safe, at ease and at home.

He begins to stir and you continue to caress the angles of his pretty face. His long lashes flutter slowly. He looks godly, with the white sheet thrown loosely over his bare frame and the celestial light glowing from the window behind him…

“Morning, baby~” he croaks groggily, making you smile. He only calls you pet names when his mind is dazed from sleep, or in especially tender moments.

“Shhh,” you coo. “Go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He shakes his head ever so slightly, despite struggling to keep his stormy eyes open. He nuzzles closer to you. “M’awake now,” he mumbles against the skin of your chest.

“Sorry.”

He gives you a look that you read perfectly – don’t apologize – and playfully nips the fat of your chest. You squeak, still sensitive from his generous attention to it last night, before giving his hair a light tug away. He just grins like the beautiful fool he is for you. “Careful. Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish. Must still be pretty spent from last night.”

“Fiend.” You scoff, but he can’t see anything other than amusement on your angelic face. “You’re that confident in your abilities?” you pull his leg for no reason – he very well should be.

“Mhm.” The blond yawns. He stretches onto his back causing the thin sheet to drag down and his defined v-line to peek ever so slightly from above it.

Your face warms and you make to get out of bed before the urge to start last night’s endeavours all over again takes over. “First thing in the morning. Shameful,” you scold half-heartedly as if you aren’t having the exact same thoughts.

Leon groans and hooks a toned arm around your waist. “Don’t,” he pleads, pulling you back down into his warmth.

You giggle, reaching back to hold him back. “Don’t you have anywhere to be? Won’t Hunnigan want to see you?”

He nuzzles his face into your neck, never getting enough of your warmness, your smell, your everything. The linens already smell like you. Part of him aches at the realization that there isn’t a hint of him there, granted he’s been gone on missions a lot. He’ll take waking up and having his senses consumed by you over waking up sore in a shitty motel, or even worse on something that’s not even meant to be slept on in the middle of a mission. Anyday. “No. I fought like hell to get time off for the holidays.”

That snaps you out of your cozy wooziness in a shared heartbeat. Your head jerks back to look at him, your eyes wide in disbelief, shining with a rare light of hope. “Really?”

“Mhm.” He dares to grin, pleased with your adorable reaction. Lovingly, he pulls you up to straddle his lap.

It always makes your stomach turn, how effortlessly he can handle you around. With a last-second thought, you pull a sheet along with you to create a weak barrier between your intimate parts and him, still wanting to relish in the comfort a moment more before things inevitably turn heated again. You bask in the idea of the two of you getting to pretend to live a normal life for a week or two. You could have this domesticity every morning…

He shoots you a mischievous look. “Minx.”

You only laugh. “We have all the time in the world.”

He sits up to litter warm kisses along your tender neck, his hands resting firmly on your hips. “And I plan to take advantage of every second,” he finishes your sentence.

To egg him on, you tangle your fingers in his hair. “Oh! We can make breakfast together… And I didn’t finish decorating the apartment! And we could go ice staking! I still can’t believe you don’t know how,” you begin to ramble, getting pleasantly overwhelmed with the possibility of all the seasonal activities you could finally do with the love of your life.

He chuckles softly, lifting his head from your neck. His lips are starting to swell deliciously. “Sure, baby. Anything you want.”

Leon was never a religious man, but he’d worship you if he could – drop to his knees and pray for a drop of your attention – his saving grace. He intended to make his devotion clear every crisp morning during this break.

[lunaekalenda]

somewhere safe

warnings: wounds, blood, mentions of dead animals, mentions of dead bodies, mentions of kidnapping, hint at religious rituals, self blaming. i'm almost finishing re4r and i NEEDED to write for him :D

shots. that's what wakes you up.

you barely remember what happened, or why your back rests in a bloody, uncomfortable stone table, aching from all the hours and cold nights you've possibly spent there. the crows above your head caw unceasingly and your eyes feel heavy, your body numb. your clothes are wet, tight against your body, dyed with blood, though you're not sure if it's yours. shots are getting closer, and even when fear wants you to react, your legs are unable to move. maybe you don't fear them. maybe they're the only way to escape this kinda hell you've been trapped in. it's been long since you got kidnapped, long since you saw him.

he protected you, even with his own life. you wanna throw up every time you remember how they hit him, how the pipe made him lose consciousness, and he fell by your side. the sudden memory of what happened feels like a punch on your stomach, and you feel sick.

shots stop suddenly, and everything around you gets buried in a strangely, creepy silence. no animals, no people, no guns. you can hear your own heartbeat, hammering against your head.

your eyes start to close again. the wind is gone as well , and you feel like resting a little. but you hear steps. close to you. way too close.

you sit in a quick movement, facing the noise, but your gaze blurs. fuck, it's been really long since you moved from that table. the diziness makes you fall back, but your back finds something warm, hard behind. you force your eyes to open, only to find blue, concerned ones focused on yours. ones you know too well. you feel how tears start to run down your cheeks.

"darling." that's the only thing he says. he brushes bloody hair away from your face, lovingly, sweetly. he came back for you, even when your destiny seems tightly tied to death. "doll. can you stand? please"

with big effort, you take air.

"what happened?" his arms find their way under your legs and against your back, before he lifts you up, pushing your body against his chest. you hiss in pain and he apologizes softly. near his neck, his shirt is stained with blood.

"i'll take you somewhere safe. we'll check your wounds."

during the walk, you try to stay awake, even when his warmth and the new sensation of protection are making you sleepy. he's thankful you can't see your surroundings. bodies, blood, piles of dead animals. this place is scary as fuck, full of death. and he can't forgive himself for fainting and leaving you alone. his steps are clear on the muddy floor, and the effort he's doing shows on the way he breathes, calm and controlled, but heavy. you can feel his body trembling due to effort and, probably, a lot of injures he's not going to tell you about.

"how's your head?" you murmur, half asleep. your hand tries to reach his wound, but you're too weak, letting it rest against his neck. he holds you closer, as if he was trying to protect you from the world, and he groans weakly when his leg fails.

"i'm alright, doll." he whispers. he leans to leave a kiss on your forehead, securing his grip on you. he keeps walking, quickly, but trying to keep you stable. thankfully, he found a house on his way to you, empty, where the ashes of a recent fire were still consuming on the fireplace. he revived fire, put some herbs to infuse and left to search you, knowing the day didn't have many hours, and hoping for not having to go back there and spend the night alone. he's sure he wouldn't be able to get a minute of sleep. he needed to find you - and, unexpectedly, he has you back in his arms earlier than he thought. he took extra time to prepare the house, covering windows and fixing holes, making sure the door could lock and resist to any attack. he opens without effort, before leaving you in a hard, used bed. but you can't complain. you watch him close behind his back, locking the door, and quickly getting back to the fireplace. he takes the infusion and gets close to you.

"careful, it's hot. drink a bit of this." his hand rests on your chin, angling your head, while the other pushes slowly the cup against your lips. he helps you to drink his tea. it's sweet, but has a bitter undertone. your throat thanks the tea. you leave half cup for him. he shakes his head, rejecting your idea, before speaking. "you need it way more than me."

"i'll be fine, Leon." your voice is a whisper while you push the cup towards him again, and he sighs, drinking from it. "we can prepare more." you try to move your body to the side, leaving room for him, but he kneels near the bed. he carries clean water and rags. "i boiled this earlier in case i got injured. it's clean. are you alright with taking the shirt off?" his kindness and empathy make him the perfect man, anything you could ever want. after you nod, he takes it off slowly, looking at all the bites, the cuts and the wounds. his eyes -those beautiful, icy eyes, that are always so controlled- shine with tears while he buries the rag on clean water. he hisses when his own wounds get wet.

he presses his lips together, guilt shinning in his blue eyes. "i'm so sorry i was late." you smile weakly when he presses a bite in your shoulder.

"you weren't late. i'm sorry you got hit." he smiles, this time. a distant church bell scares you, but you quickly erase it from your mind. you're safe -at least, as long as Leon is with you.

"i'm alright. i didn't think about it, even. all i could think about was finding you safe. when i woke up alone, in the middle of nothing... gods, i felt fear. fear for you. because i didn't know who took you and where. i thought i lost you forever." his voice sounds unstable as his hands tremble on your skin and tonight, for the first time, you saw him scared. after everything he lived, after all the difficult missions he completed, he was scared because of you. because of the thought of losing you. for the first time, you see him, not as the agent, but as the man. now that you look at him closely, dark circles are visible under his eyes, and he's way more pale that he used to. you caress his cheek sweetly, taking the rag away from his hands, and taking him into your arms, hugging. he sighs.

"thanks for rescuing me." he laughs softly, the noise covering the creak of the wood upstairs. parting from the hug, he looks at you, hand brushing away your tears and tired eyes focused on your lips. he leans on, lips slowly brushing yours, just a touch. your hand finds its natural way to his neck, getting him closer, until he's kneeling in the bed, next to your body. his lips taste like the tea he prepared. he hums, careful with touching any open wound in your body, before parting. he gives you one last peck. his eyes lock on yours, telling you everything he can't express with words now. his fingers caress your lips slowly, as if he wanted to learn their shape.

"we should sleep, now that the fire is on and we're warm." you whisper. he nods. "we can keep going with those wounds tomorrow. i'm too tired." your voice fails, and he finds his place on the bed, near you. he sighs, pulling you closer to him, smelling your hair. both of you are dirty, sweaty, but alive. and together. his hug feels safe, and he lets himself close his eyes and breath deeply. he has you, with him. he traces a bruise on your arm with his fingertips. his contact makes you sleepy. unexpectedly, his caresses on your arm get slower and slower, until they aren't more than his finger resting on your skin. looking up at his face, you find Leon asleep, lips half open, eyes closed. even when the fire is still on, you cover both of you with his blanket, long forgotten at the end of the bed, and you try to sleep, avoiding focusing on the strong wind and the wood creaking above you. you know you're still in danger, but with him by your side, you feel a little more safe.

[harpsinfinity]

Hi Hii, I absolutely LOVE your writing so much!!

Rookiecop!Leon x fem reader where he forgets his lunch at home and you have to go deliver it to him and he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever has been PLAGUING my mind 4ever….. 🫶🏾🫶🏾

I LOVE YOU

Leon had to leave in a rush this morning, still getting used to the routine of his new job at the rpd

And of course, in the flurry of thoughts and curses that ran through his mind, his lunch was the thought that decided to vanish that morning

You always spent a good amount of time making it for him, want your sweet baby to be properly fed. Leon loved nothing better than your cooking, it was way better than the food the rpd or raccoon city had to offer

The realisation he'd left his lunch hit half an hour before lunch time, today Leon had to endure whatever stuff the city had

That was until he heard the call of your sweet voice, his head whipping around instantly to meet your gaze

His heart melted, you were wearing a lovely pink sundress with matching heels and the necklace he got you for your birthday

"sweetheart ! what are you doing here?"

Leon presses a kiss to your cheek, his hands resting on your waist

you hold up the lunchbox he was supposed to take this morning, the little pink hello kitty one (he took it with him to work with pride and we all know it)

"you forgot your lunch this morning, baby"

you hand Leon the lunchbox,

"I wouldn't want you to go hungry"

The item is placed on his desk as he wraps his arms around you, breathing in your scent that he couldn't get enough of

"thank you, I was in such a rush this morning"

you huff in amusement, remembering the flurried movements of your boyfriend this morning. Nearly tripping over his own feet multiple times, practically throwing on his uniform

Of course, he didn't forget to press a kiss to your cheek before running out the door and practically speeding down the road.

You kiss his lips once more, a hand on his chest

"okay, rookie, I'll let you get back to your work"

He nods, letting you go

"alright, I'll see you at home"

You say your goodbyes, Leon's gaze lingering on you as you walked out the building.

You were the best thing that happened to him, it was so sweet that you brought him his lunch

Even if everyone in the building was staring at the two of you, he'd likely get shit for it later. He could already hear them

"aww, the little lovesick rookie"

and

"he would've followed her like a lost puppy if given the chance"

Regardless,

He really loved you

(even if he was a little lovesick)

[bruhhxiao]

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

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

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

“Babababa”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

just imagine bathing you three together surrounded by toys.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[killuintense]

put me in a room with him and I won't be the one who gets pregnant.

[praisethegabs]

GHOSTING YOU

leon s. kennedy x reader

synopsis: it's been four years since leon saw you die. four years since he blames himself for what happened. he can't forget and he can't move on. what happens when a ghost comes knocking on his door?

warnings: language, fake death, depression and ptsd. angst shot because why not? there's a happy ending, though.

word count: 4k

a/n: it's been a while since my last one shot here, i was trying to find something to write about when this idea came over my head. anyway, enjoy it ♡

acceptance. i finally reach it. but something is wrong. grief is a circular staircase. i have lost you.

Leon still blames himself for what happened four years ago.

Whenever he's out on a mission, he has a moment where the world around him fades, and he's back there again. The moment his life turned upside down, and he lost the only thing he truly cared about.

No amount of therapy or medication can stop him from mourning your death. No one can stop him from blaming himself. Since that day, he has changed completely. Now he is stoic, cold, and distant. He barely speaks with his friends, and he doesn't go out anymore, completely consumed by his depression.

Every time he closes his eyes, he sees you. And he sees himself — the pathetic version of him that couldn't save you. He must watch you die over and over again, and there's nothing he can do to save you. Every night he has the same nightmare, and waking up to live the day doesn't change how he feels.

It's raining outside, and he's almost drunk. The television is on a news channel, but he's not paying attention at all. He's too focused on a picture he has with you. Then, his eyes darted around, and he finally focused on the screen, and it felt like the world froze around him. Right there, in the center of the camera. It was you.

He couldn't believe it because he saw you die. He was sure of it. He went to see your body in the morgue; he even paid for your funeral. You were seven feet under; he knew that. The eyes, however, never lie. His eyes weren't lying to him, and you were there. Breathing and alive. Beautiful as the day he lost you.

“What the fuck?” Leon muttered, touching the screen to see if it wasn't a sick trick.

There's a knock on the door, and Leon freezes again. He stumbled toward the front door, taking a deep breath. He opens it, and he feels like he's about to fall. It's like he's seeing a ghost. Maybe ghosts are real, he thinks.

“Can I come in?” You asked him, closing your umbrella and leaving it on the floor.

He was clearly in shock, but he let you in. Leon closed the door behind him and simply stood there, unable to find his voice, unable to even speak. What was going on with him?

“I'm sorry.” It's the first thing you say to him, taking a seat on the couch.

“I saw you die,” Leon finally says, although his voice is barely a whisper. “I fucking paid your funeral. I mourned you for over four years.”

And now he was back. He snapped back to reality once he saw you sitting on the couch, looking at him with those eyes he loved so much. Now it wasn't the best time to talk because he was keeping four years of loss inside his chest. It was time to let it all go.

“All this time I thought it was my fault that I couldn’t save you. I kept blaming myself every single day,” Leon continued, his voice cracking a little. “And you fucking ghosted me for four years. And now you come back like nothing happened. What the hell do you want from me?”

You kept looking at him while he vented. It wasn't the time to talk because he was clearly angry, and every word could lead to a huge fight. Clearly, that's not what you want. Maybe you deserve this. Oh, you deserve this.

“I went to see you in the cemetery every single day. I talked to you, cried for you. Everyone thought I was going insane because I refused to move on,” Leon continued, the first tears finally coming to his eyes.

He stops for a moment to catch his breath. He's too angry and hurt, but he knows he needs to vent. He kept inside himself for so long that he felt he was about to explode. Everything feels like a sick prank, made especially to hurt and mock him even more.

“I feel so stupid.” He sits on the couch, burying his face in his hands as he cries and sobs.

“I'm not here expecting you to forgive me,” you finally said after a long moment of silence. “I wanted to explain what happened”

“Do you really think I'll buy it? I'm not so dumb as you think I am,” Leon laughs between his tears, looking at you.

“You have every right to be angry at me, but you need to know what happened. It's up to you if you'll believe it or not,” you tell him with a calm and collected voice, not wanting to hurt him more.

He nods, knowing there's no reason to avoid the problem even further. However, he's too disgusted to even look you in the eyes. It's like facing something he doesn't want to believe is real.

“Four years ago, I was assigned to an undercover mission. I had no choice but to pretend I was dead,” you explained to him in a very simple way.  

“So that's it? Simple as that?” Leon snaps back at you, still angry.

“I swear I had no choice. I knew they wouldn't let me get closer to you until I finished the mission, but I always made sure to see you,” you tried to tell him what you were doing during these four years. 

"You watched me? From a distance? Like I was what, a memory? A mission to monitor?" He spat the words with contempt, but underneath it all, there was more pain than anger. "And you just let me keep going... talking to an empty grave."

Leon looked up at you, his eyes red, swollen, but still burning with hurt.

"Leon, it wasn’t just a mission. It was an undercover operation involving dangerous people. If they suspected I had any connection to you, you would’ve been dead. You. Even your coworkers. I had to erase myself from the world."

You took a deep breath, struggling to keep your voice steady.

"But I’m not just anyone!" he shouted, voice trembling. "I was... I was everything to you. Or at least I thought I was."

You lowered your head, the guilt pressing on your shoulders like an anchor. "You were. You still are."

The silence between you thickened. Leon ran a hand through his hair, standing up from the couch like he was suffocating. He paced the room, trying to convince himself this was real — that you were here, alive, but not in the way he had imagined.

"You know what the worst part was?" he said, voice now low, almost a whisper. "It wasn’t you ‘dying’. It was me killing myself inside every day trying to understand why. Wondering if I did something wrong. If I failed you."

"You didn’t fail. I did. I failed you." Your voice cracked.

"Then why now? Why are you only coming to me now?"

Leon stopped. He looked at you with tear-filled, exhausted eyes.

"Because the mission is over. Because I thought that maybe… after everything… you still deserved the truth. Even if you hate me forever. I’d rather tell you than keep living like a ghost."

You hesitated. The answer wasn’t simple. Nothing about this was.

He turned away, his shoulders tense. Breathing deeply, as if trying to hold his heart together with duct tape.

"You think the truth is gonna fix anything?"

"No," you said. "But maybe, just maybe, it can keep the pain from destroying you completely."

Leon didn’t reply. He just stood there, motionless, with his back to you. A broken man, torn between anger and longing. And you… still just a shadow of who you once were. The silence that followed wasn’t empty — it was dense, suffocating. Every breath felt like it had to be earned, fought for, swallowed between the cracks of everything broken between you two. Leon stood with his back to you, arms stiff at his sides, like he was afraid that if he moved, he’d shatter.

You watched him, wanting to reach out — but your body wouldn’t listen. Maybe because deep down, you knew you didn’t deserve to. You’d rehearsed this moment a thousand times during sleepless nights. You imagined tears, shouting, maybe even forgiveness. But you never imagined this silence. This unbearable quiet that screamed louder than anything else.

A voice told him to scream again, to tell you to leave and never come back. Another whispered that you were here — alive — and that had to mean something. But more than anything, he felt betrayed. You had always been the one person he could trust with anything. And now, he couldn’t even trust what he was feeling.

Leon’s mind was chaos. Every part of him was at war.

He hated how much he still loved you.

You closed your eyes for a moment. You could still see him, four years ago, in your memories — smiling, hopeful, soft. You remembered the way he used to touch your face like he was afraid you’d disappear. And in a way, you did. You wanted to say something. Anything. But the truth was, words felt meaningless. What could possibly be said to fill four years of silence? Four years of pain? Four years of believing a lie?

Leon finally sat back down, slower this time. He didn’t look at you. His hands rested on his knees, fingers trembling slightly. You saw it — not the anger now, but the exhaustion. The weight of grief he carried for someone who was never really gone.

“I mourned you,” he said quietly, almost like he was talking to himself. “I learned how to live with the hole you left. And now you’re here, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel.”

“I don’t either,” you whispered. “But I’m here now. Not asking for anything. Just… letting you know I never forgot you. Not once.”

You nodded slowly, tears welling in your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall.

Another pause. Quieter, but heavier. His breathing steadied, but his heart raced. Yours did too. You both sat there, two people who used to be each other’s home, now barely recognizing the shape of what they’d become. And in that silence, there was no forgiveness. Not yet. But there was something else. Possibility. Fragile, flickering — but still there.

Leon exhaled, a rough, tired sound — like carrying that silence had hurt more than anything he’d said so far. He rubbed his face with both hands, like he was trying to scrape the past off his skin.

“Two days after your funeral,” he began, his voice hoarse, “I woke up thinking you were still lying next to me. I swear to God, I could still feel your warmth on the sheets. I turned over, ready to say ‘good morning,’ and the emptiness… it almost killed me right there.”

You felt your chest tighten but stayed quiet.

“I stopped eating for almost a week. Not because I was trying to punish myself, but because everything tasted like stone. Nothing made sense. People hugged me at the funeral like that would somehow fix anything, but all I saw in their eyes was pity. And pity… it made me sick.”

“One day, I sat on the kitchen floor with a bottle of whiskey and a gun in my hand. I stayed there for hours. I didn’t have the guts to pull the trigger, but I didn’t have the strength to keep going either. I just wanted the pain to stop. That’s it. One second of silence in here,” he said, tapping his chest.

He let out a humorless laugh, bitter and broken.

Finally, he looked at you — eyes red, wet, but steady.

“I became someone I barely recognize. Cold. Cynical. Closed off. I pushed everyone away. My friends. Even your mother. I told them I needed time, but really, I hated the world for moving on when you couldn’t.”

You tried to hold back your tears, but one slipped free before you could stop it. He saw — and for a moment, the fury in his face softened into raw pain. The pain of still loving you.

“Every damn day, I went to visit you. Told you about my week. How the coffee shop changed brands. The neighbor’s new dog. Sometimes I just sat there in silence. It was the only place I still felt… alive.”

“I loved you like I’ve never loved anyone. And you killed me while I was still breathing. And now you’re here, and I don’t know if I should hold you or scream until my throat bleeds.”

He took a deep breath, and now his voice wasn’t so much angry as it was heavy.

You felt every word like a blade to the chest. Because he was right. Because nothing you said would erase his pain. Because he had spent four years in ruins — because of you.

“I’m not even sure who I am without the pain anymore,” he said at last, eyes staring into nothing. “It became part of me. Like a scar that never closes.”

The silence returned. But this time, it was different. It wasn’t the silence of avoidance — it was the silence of two people standing at the edge of a cliff, unsure if the next step would be a bridge… or the fall. You stood there, frozen — the weight of his words pressing into your chest like a collapsing ceiling. You wanted to say something, to reach out, to close the distance that four years had carved like a canyon between you. But how do you touch someone you’ve already shattered?

“I don’t have an excuse that can undo what I put you through,” you said, your voice low and trembling. “I wish I did. I wish I could go back and change every moment. But I can’t.”

Leon didn’t respond. His eyes were glassy, fixed somewhere just over your shoulder — like looking at you too directly would break him all over again.

“I never stopped loving you,” you continued, stepping forward. “I carried you with me every day. I thought about you when I was in the dark, when I thought I might die. And the only thing that kept me going was the hope that one day, maybe, I could come back. That maybe you’d still be here.”

He flinched — just slightly. It was enough to make you stop.

“You don’t owe me anything,” you added quickly. “Not forgiveness. Not trust. Nothing. I didn’t come here to reclaim a place in your life. I came because the truth was eating me alive. Because I needed you to know that you were never forgotten. That your grief wasn’t for nothing.”

Leon closed his eyes, a single tear slipping down his cheek. For a long moment, he didn’t move, didn’t breathe — and then, slowly, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, head bowed. His voice came out in a whisper.

“I don’t know if I still believe in us.”

That sentence hit you harder than anything else. But you nodded. Because he wasn’t wrong.

“I understand,” you whispered back.

More silence. But now, it felt like a thread — thin, frayed, but still connecting the two of you. A lifeline. Maybe not enough to heal yet… but maybe enough to hold onto. The silence lingered, dense and alive — like a third presence in the room, breathing between you both. Leon sat still, his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. His shoulders had stopped trembling, but his entire posture screamed exhaustion. He wasn’t crying anymore, not out loud. But the kind of grief that sat inside him… that never really stopped.

Every sound — the ticking clock, the hum of the refrigerator, the distant bark of a dog outside — felt louder now, like the world had resumed while you two remained frozen in time. Leon slowly sat up, wiping his face with the sleeve of his shirt. His eyes found yours again, this time not with fury, but something harder to read — like he was trying to see if the person in front of him was real. Still real.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t dare. Not yet.

“Do you know what it’s like to live every day with a ghost you can’t let go of?”

His voice, when it came, was low. Hollowed out.

You nodded. You did. Maybe not in the same way — but you had your own ghosts. Your own regrets.

“Yes,” you whispered. “I do.”

He leaned back into the couch, eyes on the ceiling now.

“I thought if I ever saw you again, I’d lose control. Scream, curse you out, slam the door in your face.” He paused. “But now… I just feel tired.”

That truth hit heavier than any rage. There was no fire left in his voice — just ash. You stepped forward, slowly, cautiously, until you were close enough to sit across from him. But you didn’t. Not yet.

“I lost years of my life too,” you said quietly. “But I know… yours were worse.”

“I used to dream about you,” he murmured. “And every time I woke up… it felt like losing you all over again.”

Leon chuckled softly. Not out of humor. Out of something closer to disbelief.

“I don’t expect you to love me anymore.”

Another long silence. This one sat differently. Like neither of you wanted to break it. Your voice came out almost inaudible.

It landed like a punch to your ribs. His breathing was slower now. Steadier. The storm in his chest was still there — but it wasn’t ripping him apart anymore. It was just… present. Heavy. Real. He looked down at his hands.

Leon turned his head toward you slowly. His eyes were tired, rimmed red, but his expression was unreadable. “I never stopped,” he said. “That’s the fucking problem.”

“I don’t know what to do with this. With you. With any of this.”

“I don’t either.”

You nodded.

Another silence. This one longer. But not as suffocating. You both just existed there — broken, bruised, side by side, trying to figure out if the pieces still fit. Leon finally looked at you again. Not as a ghost. Not as a betrayal. But as someone human. Someone who hurt him — but also someone who hurt with him. And for the first time, his voice didn’t shake.

Just one word. But it wasn’t forgiveness. It wasn’t peace. It was a door — barely cracked open — and the unspoken hope that maybe, just maybe, this didn’t have to end in ruins. The rain outside had started to fall harder, drumming steadily against the windows, a soft rhythm like a heartbeat trying to remind them they were still alive. The city beyond was blurred and distant, hidden behind streaks of water and foggy glass. Inside, the world had shrunk — just you, Leon, and everything unsaid still echoing in the corners of the room.

“Stay.”

You sat across from him now. The coffee table between you was scattered with old coasters and a few unopened envelopes. Neither of you had moved for a while, not really. It was as if you both feared that a single wrong word or gesture might send everything crumbling again.

Leon reached out slowly for the glass of water he'd poured earlier and took a sip. His hands were steadier now. His breath is less sharp. The kind of calm that only comes after emotional devastation — a quiet, temporary stillness where there's nothing left to break.

“Are you cold?” he asked, his voice rasped but gentler now.

You blinked, surprised by the question, then realized your hands had been resting on your thighs, fingers curled slightly from the tension.

“A little,” you admitted.

Without a word, he stood up and walked down the hall, the sound of his footsteps soft against the old wooden floor. You stayed where you were, the quiet hum of the rain filling the room in his absence.

He came back holding a faded gray hoodie — the same one you used to steal from him on lazy Sunday mornings, the one that still faintly smelled of him, even now. He tossed it gently onto the couch next to you but didn’t sit back down yet. You slipped it over your head, letting the fabric swallow you like a memory you weren’t ready to let go of.

“Thanks,” you said softly.

Leon nodded, standing by the window now, watching the rain.

“You know,” he said after a long pause, “I used to sit here and pretend you’d walk through that door again. Like the universe would just… undo it somehow.”

You stayed silent. There wasn’t a right response to something like that. He turned around finally and leaned against the windowsill; arms crossed loosely.

“But now that you’re here… I don’t know what to do with the part of me that’s been built around your absence.”

“I don’t want to take up space I don’t belong in anymore,” you replied. “But I don’t want to vanish again either.”

His eyes met yours, tired but a little softer now.

You nodded. That was more than you expected.

“Then don’t. Stay tonight. That’s all I can promise for now. One night.”

You talked about small things. Mundane things. The new neighbor who played guitar too loudly. The cat that used to sit on his balcony. The time he tried to bake banana bread and nearly burned the kitchen down. There were pauses. Long ones. But they weren’t heavy anymore. Just… space. Breathing room.

Later, the two of you sat in the dim light of the living room, a cup of tea warming your hands. The steam curled into the air while the sound of the rain softened into background noise — a lullaby for two people learning how to share silence again. He sat close now, but not touching. Still unsure. Still tender.

At one point, he looked at you — really looked at you — and his hand brushed against yours on the couch. Not a grab. Not a reach. Just a question, asked without words.

You didn’t pull away.

Neither of you smiled. It wasn’t time for that yet.

But you sat there, side by side, as the night deepened and the rain kept falling, and for the first time in four years, you weren’t ghosts to each other anymore. You were real. And for now, that was enough. The rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle by the time you both finally found the courage to talk about the hardest thing — what comes next.

Leon stared at his hands resting on his lap, fingers tapping nervously against each other. The room was almost dark, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows that danced on the walls.

“So,” he began, voice low and uncertain, “how do we start over? After… everything?”

You swallowed, the question hanging heavy like a stone in your throat. You had no easy answer. No neat fix.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, your eyes fixed on a spot on the carpet, tracing invisible patterns with your gaze. “Maybe we don’t. Maybe we just try to build something new — not from what we lost, but from what’s left.”

Leon looked up, his gaze searching yours. “And what’s left?”

You hesitated.

“Pain. Regret. Memories that don’t always hurt, but don’t exactly heal either.”

He laughed — a sharp, bitter sound. “Sounds like a great foundation for a relationship.”

You chuckled softly despite yourself. “Yeah, maybe we’re better at breaking things than fixing them.”

He met your eyes, and for the first time that night, there was a flicker of something warmer.

“But maybe that’s exactly why we have to try.”

Silence stretched between you again, but it wasn’t heavy this time. It felt like a shared breath, an unspoken agreement.

“I don’t expect things to go back to how they were,” Leon said quietly. “And I don’t want to pretend this pain just disappears. But I want to see if we can be… honest. Even if it’s hard.”

You nodded, the lump in your throat loosening a bit.

“Honesty. No lies. No ghosts.”

He gave a small, sad smile. “No ghosts.”

For the first time, the possibility of a future — however fragile — felt real. Not a promise. Not a certainty. But a chance. You reached out, letting your hand rest lightly on his. Not forcing anything. Just presence. Leon’s fingers twitched, hesitating, then slowly closed around yours. Not quite a grip, but not a retreat either.

“We’ll figure it out,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “One day at a time.”

[pencil-n-pen]

Is it possible for you to expand on your overworked series w Leon? I actually loved it sm

first request !! of course lovely, hope you like it! <3

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NOT SO MESSY

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college student! leon x college student, eldest daughter! reader

summary: things get difficult- they pile up, and the harder things get, the further you start to drift. Luckily, Leon isn’t pushed away so easily.

cw: realistic depictions of depression, reader is overwhelmed with everything, abandonment issues if you squint (not that hard tbh) leon being a very good boyfriend :)

a/n: been having a bit of a rough time recently and when this request came in i knew what i had to do

hey!! so this fic deals with realities of depressive episodes and how the room(s) we live in reflect that. i have had depression most of my life, so I’m drawing on personal experience. That being said, if you are bothered by the mentions of “gross” depressive behavior in this fic, i.e not showering, dirty plates/moldy coffee in the bedroom, or not brushing teeth, and plan on leaving a comment about how “depression is just an excuse to be gross” just don’t. scroll on past, this fic isn’t for you :)

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You’re hiding from Leon.

Not a good idea in the long run, because one, he always manages to find you —always— but two, when he does inevitably sniff you out, he’ll be upset for two reasons— because you’d let things get bad and because you’re hiding it.

Your room is a disaster. It’s always the first sign. Well, the first sign is usually the general unwillingness to do anything but get out of bed, sleep, or binge watch tv, but still. Half-empty water bottles litter every available surface, accompanied by papers —both unimportant and important— and dirty dishes. You don’t even want to look at the coffee cups.

It’s disgusting. You know it is. Actually, truly disgusting. There’s mold on some of the plates for Christ’s sake. And all you have to do is stop whining and just do it. But you can’t.

You can’t.

Because letting everything else get this bad is the only way you’ve managed to keep your grades intact during this episode. Something had to give— you didn’t have the energy to give to anymore. So your room fell into complete and utter disarray and you haven’t been eating well like Leon wants and you don’t even want to talk about your shower routine.

It’s bad. Everything is bad. You hate going home to your dirty, gross room, and you’re tired of being too tired to do nothing but homework, and you’re afraid of how upset Leon is going to be when he finds out.

And you’re so frustrated. Because you’re not that girl— you can’t be the girl with the dirty, messy room and the unkempt hair and the bags under her eyes who doesn’t leave the house. You can’t— you’re more than that. You’re you. You’re that girl. The girl. Beauty and brains. You just don’t know how you let it get this bad.

And you don’t know how to climb your way out.

—

Leon hasn’t been by in… awhile.

This of course, is not his fault. Over the course of this episode, as things got worse and worse, you got better and better at keeping him away.

At first, you were ashamed. You were doing so good for awhile, before everything got bad again. And then, you started worrying— you’re pushing him away, hiding everything from him, and once he realizes, he’s not going to be happy. You’re scared of losing him because you can’t keep it together.

You don’t dare to admit it outside the safety and comfort of your own mind, but you’ve really come to rely on Leon. He’s always there for comfort when you need want it. Even when you don’t know. He knows. He always does.

A hand on your thigh, squeezing to distract you from picking on your hangnails during class. A large, warm arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight to him. That deep rumble in his chest when he’s telling you something, his voice low and sliding around in your brain, making all your thoughts stick together.

And you’re not allowed to miss him. You pushed him away. You told him he was distracting you. You told him you didn’t want him at the apartment.

You’re not allowed to miss him. But that doesn’t stop you from doing it anyway.

You’re sitting on your bed, staring at the slivers of floor you can see and wishing it would all go away so you’d stop feeling so bad. You hate staring at the mess, hate seeing it— but you can’t bring yourself to look away. The shirt you’re wearing probably smells —you haven’t kept up on your laundry so you’ve been cycling through the same three shirts for around the house wear— and you can practically feel the tangles you’re getting in your hair from not washing it. You haven’t showered in awhile either. Your skin feels grimy.

Your gross. This is gross.

A loud knock sounds on your door and you snap your head up, frozen.

Only one person knocks like that on your door.

“Shit— uh, coming!”

You pick your way across the floor, stumbling over clothes and hangers and seriously, how many disposable water bottles can one person drink?

You finally reach the door and crack it open the tiniest sliver.

Leon’s staring back at you, his expression unreadable.

That’s not good. You can usually read them, nowadays.

Your eyes catch what he’s wearing- his uni sweatshirt and one of his favorite pairs of old, worn flannel pajama pants.

That’s not good either. If he’s wearing his comfortable clothes, it means he’s not leaving for awhile.

You stare at him through the crack in the door for a little while, unable to break the silence. He shifts his stance, rocking back onto his heels and putting his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

You don’t respond. You begin to chew anxiously on your lip, hands going white-knuckled on the door-frame.

“Princess,” He says, and you can’t tell if his voice sounds fondly annoyed or just annoyed when he says it, “You wanna tell me what’s been going on?”

You shake your head.

“Oh? Not talking today?” He relaxes his stance a bit, “Is the reason you’ve been avoiding me the same reason you won’t let me in your room?”

You resolve begins to crack. It always does that when he’s right in front of you, every part of you longing to slot yourself into place next to him, safe and protected.

You stamp down the urge.

“I’m just busy right now Leon. I’m not avoiding you.”

“Sweetheart, I stopped believing that the second you started wearing the same sweatshirt for a week straight. You’re not well.”

“So? What does that matter to you?”

“Do you really need me to answer that?”

It becomes a competition then- who’s gonna look away first. Leon’s staring into your eyes, clearly cataloguing your face, that unreadable expression still in place. You meet his gaze right back, wondering how long it will take to get him to break.

He doesn’t. He must find whatever it was he was looking for in your face though, because he smirks, crossing his arms and leaning back.

“You’re not going to outlast me, princess.”

You sag, frustrated. “I just…”

You suck in a breath, rushing all the words out at once.

“I’m ashamed and I don’t want you to see it.”

He blinks. “Your room?”

You nod. “It’s… really bad. I let it get really bad.”

“No,” He starts slowly, taking a step towards the door. “You don’t let things happen, baby. Sometimes we can’t help how bad things get.”

“But I—“

“No but’s. You’re overwhelmed. Of course some stuff is gonna fall through the cracks.”

You scrub a hand over your face and immediately regret it, the feeling of your unwashed skin grating on your already frayed nerves. “It’s gross. I haven’t showered and there’s mold in the coffee cups—“

“Don’t care.”

“But you should. It’s disgusting, Leon. I’m—“

“Hey now,” He says, voice hardening. “Don’t finish that sentence. Now, answer one question for me: do you want to keep living in your room like this?”

“No! But I can’t—“

He shrugs. “Then I’ll help you clean it.”

He says it so easily. Like it’s not a gross, hard task that he shouldn’t have to do.

You shake your head. “You don’t have to, really—“

“I want to.”

The words go straight to your chest. Warmth begins to pool and spread where they struck, tendrils curling around your fingers and throat.

“Why?” The word is lodged in your throat- you barely manage to get it out.

“Because you’re my girl,” He says, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his warm ones brushing your chapped in a kiss so gentle you almost wouldn’t feel it, if not for the press and heat of his face. “And when my girl needs —or wants— something, she gets it. Especially when it comes to help. Okay?”

Tears begin to well unbidden in your eyes. “Okay.”

You open the door wider, stepping back and letting him see into your room. It all feels raw— you’re like an open, exposed nerve. Letting him see your room is a bit like cracking your chest open and letting him see all the messy, bloody, ugly bits that keep you going.

He steps into the room. Pauses. Looks around. Looks at you.

“You wanna do this?”

You nod, biting your lip and hunching in on yourself as he takes in the mess.

“Baby,” He says slowly, stepping into your space, sliding his hands across your waist, “What do you need from me?”

You press your face into his shoulder, breathing in deeply.

“Come on. Use your words.”

“Can you just—“ You step back, “Can you please just… sit? On the bed? I just, I just need—“

He strokes a hand over your cheekbone. “You need me to sit on your bed and tell you you’re doing good?”

You can’t help the whine that builds in your throat. Not really.

“Mmm. My poor baby.” He presses a light kiss to your forehead then walks away, sitting and immediately making himself comfortable on the sliver of open space on your bed.

He reaches for your bedside table, opening a drawer and pulling out the headphones he knows you keep there.

(You keep them there because he bought them for you. Your old headphones were falling apart but did the job just fine —most of the time— but Leon wouldn’t stand for it. The next day, you’d opened your door to a brand new, incredibly expensive pair of headphones you’d brought up wanting maybe once. So when you’re not using them for studying or walking to and from classes on campus, they live there. Safe.)

“You know listening to music makes you more productive,” He says, extending them out to you, “Leave one side off, so you can hear me.”

You take the headphones, sliding them on and powering them up- though not without leaving one ear uncovered. You put on one of your more upbeat playlists- something to keep you moving.

It’s slow going at first. Since the trash and dishes are what makes the room feel the grossest, you start with them first. Wrangling the dirty coffee cups and water bottles and other various forms of trash into the trash bag is an arduous promise, and more than once you have to tell Leon he might want to cover his nose.

He remains where he is, scrolling idly on his phone and occasionally putting it down just to watch you clean. After a few moments of staring, he’ll pipe up with a comment:

“Keep it up, princess.”

“You can do it.”

“I’ll be right here if you need a anything.”

The last one is by far the most tempting offer.

Once you’ve finished getting all the trash and dishes out —the room not only feels and smells one hundred times better already— you move on to the bigger part of the project: the clothes. They’re everywhere. And they probably all need to be washed, but doing that many loads of laundry is—

“I’ll take them to the washing machine if you sort them.”

You jolt, not noticing him standing next to you.

“You don’t—“

“Start with that pile over there. It’s the biggest. Everything else will feel easy once you finish that part.”

While you (begrudgingly) begin tackling the pile, he cues up a t.v show on your laptop, then hooks it up to your monitor so it plays on a bigger screen. Then he leaves the room, giving your shoulder a squeeze as he walks by you.

(He’d given you the monitor too. He’d told you that he upgraded and didn’t need his old one anymore, but the monitor was in suspiciously good condition. But you’re not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, no matter how guilty the amount of money he spends on you makes you feel.)

You slip your headphones off, putting them back in the drawer and use the ambience of the show you’ve seen ten-thousand times and the now available space on the bed to sort clothes in a relatively timely fashion.

You’re starting to slow down a little, a headache beginning to form behind your eyes right when a delicious smell hits your nose and the door opening signals Leon’s return.

“I bring sustenance for the princess.”

He holds two plates of grilled ham-and-cheese sandwiches. One with ketchup, and one without.

You snatch the plate with ketchup and devour the sandwich in seconds, making a grabby motion for the water bottle tucked under his arm.

He chuckles, but obliges, sitting down at your desk to tuck into his own sandwich. You go back to your folding, headache miraculously waning and energy renewed. Go figure. After a few minutes, Leon disappears with the plates and then reappears with an empty laundry basket.

You wordlessly point to a pile, engrossed in the show he put on as “background noise”, folding and sorting clothes as you go.

And so bit by bit, your room gets cleaner, and cleaner, until Leon’s taken the last of the loads down to the washing machine and you’re making your bed and you’ve got an entire season of the show under your belt.

It’s long been dark outside, and you’re making your bed now, fluffing your pillows and laying your plushies in their respective spots.

Leon comes up behind you, draping his body over your back, hands over your shoulders and chin resting on your head.

“Looks good in here, princess. I think you deserve a little reward.”

You hum, leaning back into him. “For what? Needing help to do a basic thing?”

“For being vulnerable,” He drops his head to your shoulder, burying your face into the crook of your neck, “So proud of you, baby. You were so brave.”

Your stomach is doing backflips. “You don’t have to baby me.”

“M’ not babying you. You were brave. And I am proud of you.”

He wants to curl up in bed with you and keep watching t.v, but you insist on showering first. You’re gross and you just washed your sheets.

Feeling happy, you grab one of your nicer, cuter pairs of underwear, taking your time to lather your good smelling body-wash and enjoying the warm spray. Your enjoy the shower once you’re in it. It’s just getting in that’s hard.

When you get out of the shower, you notice that the oversized shirt you were going to wear was replaced with Leon’s sweatshirt. The one he spent all day in.

You smile to yourself, throwing the clothes on and rushing out to cuddle up in bed with Leon. The second you touch the bed he’s dragging you to him, face finding the free inch of space between your neck and the top of your sternum. He takes a deep breath, warm air fanning over the soft skin there.

“You smell so fucking good.”

“Mm,” You hum, already growing sleepy in his hold, “Your sweatshirt smells like you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s really good. And comfortable. I’m sleepy.”

He chuckles, pulling the blankets up over the both of you and planting a soft kiss to your forhead.

“Go to sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.”

You fall asleep surrounded by warmth and safety. It’s the best sleep you’ve had in weeks.

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early mornings

— leon and you have some fun in the mornings, a blurb

contains nsfw content, 18+, MDNI

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you wake up to leon poking you from behind, not with his fingers or any of his other body parts. his morning wood was digging into the curve of your ass.

you groaned and buried your head into your pillow, feeling his breath fanning over the back of your neck. he always had morning wood, always. not a single morning when he wasn’t waking up horny for you. for any part of you.

you didn’t always have time, you were flattered that he still obviously found you attractive. it made you feel good, to have that pride that he most likely dreamed about you or that his body was still subconsciously attracted to you.

his arm was slung over your waist, you were only wearing underwear that you had thrown on. you mostly slept naked these days anyways. it wasn’t something you bothered with if most mornings your pjs would be gone anyways.

so you forged them until you or him change your mind. but you loved these mornings with him. feeling his boxer clad erection digging into your ass where he held you from behind, her his fingers held you close protectively.

you instinctively rubbed your underwear clad ass up against his boxer clad erection, waiting for him to wake up and deal with you like he did most mornings. your panties practically drooling with the thought of him just lazily fucking you like he did most mornings.

it was enough to put your gut into a tizzy, to make you want to pounce on top of him and ride him lazily until you both were moaning and sweaty messes.

he grumbles into your neck, “baby, stop.” he mumbles lazily into your neck as he breathes heavier, his hand pressing into the skin of your stomach. you swallowed and didn’t listen, instantly grinding your ass up against his erection again.

there he is, you think, about time.

he growls lowly against your neck, “you little…” he says in his rough sleepy voice, his hand going from your stomach down to the slit of your panties. he practically moans against the back of your neck as he finds a wet spot in the front of your underwear with his skillful fingers.

“always so fucking…wet, christ.” he mumbles against the back of your neck, “this all for me, baby?” he moves his mouth to the skin right below your ear. you whine and rub your ass up against his erection again, he hisses and spanks your underwear clad pussy. “enough, so impatient in the mornings.”

you whimper and move your thigh so he has more access, you like this. you like how lazy and simple it is in the morning. in the fog of sleep. how easy it is for you to just move your underwear to the side, let him take himself out and slip it out, slip it in. your mind only focused on his cock, his touches and how simple it is.

how effortlessly he can make you fall apart without much work at all. he doesn’t waste any time this morning either, pushing your underwear to the side and exposing your wet core. lightly rubbing the pads of his fingers through the arousal their with an amused noise.

he presses small kisses to the back of your neck and your hair, teasing you a little despite his impatience. he loved building you up and tearing you down again with his fingers, his touches, his cock. he delighted in knowing that he could do that.

even in the lazy haze of the morning with both of you half asleep and horny for each other.

he didn’t waste time again, pulling his boxers off of his legs and kicking them off from behind you on the bed, gently picking your thigh up and angling you gently so he could swipe his erection through your drenched folds. you whimper, “enough teasing.” and it practically sounds like a whine, your eyes fluttering open and shut delicately.

you could already feel the stretch when his head nudged at your drenched opening, his hand stroking lazily at the flesh of your thigh. he drifted it up to your breasts, palming them in his large hands. “mmm, so fucking wet for me baby. jesus.” he mutters into your hair as he slowly pushes the tip in.

you moan softly, just the tip stretching you and it’s already delicious, already making you feral and hungry. he groans again and pushed in slowly, your arousal letting him slip in with no prep.

no matter how many times you had taken him, let him stretch you out and bruise your cervix. you still needed him to prep you, but not now. not in these hazy mornings when you were practically dripping wet.

he let out a low groan, panting against your hair behind you, squeezing your breast as he hit the hilt inside of you. “so tight…fuck me…” he managed to get out, it sounded strained and like he was doing his best not to come from just slipping inside of you.

“leon…” you whined as you buried your head into the pillow, panting as you tried not to clench around him. you were just so full, half asleep and you were already cock drunk. he hadn’t even moved his hips yet, was just still and twitching inside of you.

“i know, babygirl. i’ve got you.” he muttered as he pressed a small kiss into your hair from behind, moving his hips. he drew out almost all the way and pushed back in, causing you to moan softly. his hand gripping onto your breast, kneading it gently.

the moans kept slipping from your slightly parted lips, your eyes fluttered open and shut. he rolled his hips and kept fucking you from where he laid behind you, rubbing his thumb over your nipple. “good fucking girl…fuck…so good.” he babbled against the skin of your neck as he propped himself up behind you on the pillows.

he pressed kisses to your neck and jaw as he kept rolling his hips, his hips hitting your ass with every thrust he made into your wet entrance, stretching you out deliciously with every move he made. you whined and moaned against the pillow, practically drooling onto it as he lazily fucked you.

your head was so fuzzy, so dazed and full. you could just die like this, stuffed to the brim with his cock and his fingers working over your chest like he was tuning an instrument.

“doing so good…my fucking…good girl…” he strangled out in between soft grunts against your neck, his mouth fanning there as if he forgot he was kissing it. his hands twisting and pulling at your sensitive nipples, making you whine and keel at his touch.

“leon…m’gonna cum…” you whine softly into the pillow, your eyes practically opening just to roll into the back of your skull. he moans in return, a low rumble against your neck as he slapped his hips harder against your ass.

stretching you out and filling you harder, determined to keep hitting that spot inside of you until you were both hot and sweaty. “so fucking tight, christ baby…your squeezing me…” he grunted as he moved his hand down and away from your chest, grabbing at the flesh of your thigh to open you up more.

you moaned loudly at the new angle, your head falling back against his shoulder as your eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy. you could feel your heart race, your skin get hot. you knew you were close, that his touch and his cock was the one to get you undone so fast.

“right…there…mmm, please…wanna cum.” you babbled as you parted your lips in shaky shallow breaths as your chest rose and fell. he growled against your hair and practically had a white knuckled grip on the flesh of your thigh where he opened you up.

slapping of skin and heavy pants, moans and the swirling of arousal filtered through your shared bedroom as he kept thrusting into you from behind.

he was going to happily oblige you, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t. “gonna cum too baby, delicious fucking pussy…needed some cock to wake you up.” his dirty words went straight to your dripping cunt as it devoured his erection with every thrust.

“yes, yes…” you babbled as your eyes opened and shut in a lazy lustful way, drool leaking out of the corner of your lips. you probably looked absolutely wrecked but he took so much pride. the way only his cock and his touch, his words could make you look that way.

“come for me baby, milk my cock. milk it…fuck…like the good girl you are. let me feel you.” he managed to get out in between thrusts to your spot inside of you, the one spot that only he could reach. he was beyond coherent at this point, just like how you were.

he was just as absolutely wrecked as you were, you didn’t doubt it. even if you couldn’t look behind you to see it, you could just tell. you’d had sex with him enough times to know.

you didn’t even hesitate when that band snapped deep in your belly, coming all over his cock. your arousal spilling all over him and clenching around him like your body knew. like it knew that he was giving the command and that it was okay.

“oh..shit..fuck…” he grunted as he panted heavily against your hair, fucking you through your orgasm as he chased his own. his hand went back up from your thigh to your chest, squeezing your breast like a stress toy.

he chased his own orgasm as overstimulation set in, in your body. causing you to shake and writhe a little bit, small whimpers coming from your parted lips. “it’s okay…shh, i’m close…” he said into your hair, his low raspy timbre keeping you reassured.

and just with a few more frantic thrusts, he stilled inside of you and you heard him groan. his seed spilling inside of you, filling you up and making you his again. you could feel it, it was carnal and your body couldn’t deny him. you loved the feeling, the feeling of being filled with his cock and his seed.

just making you his in the simplicity of his movements. he panted heavily as you did, both of you coming down from your releases. he moved his hand away from your chest. rubbing his fingers in lazy strokes over your stomach. you tilted your head up to look at him from where it rested on his shoulder.

he looked down at you with his hooded blue eyes, dilated with the arousal that he was coming down from. “morning.” he said in a low voice, his cock still inside of you, just letting you be full for a little while longer.

“good morning.” you replied sleepily, your eyes opening and closing to take him in. he lowered his mouth to yours, pressing a soft but searing kiss to your lips.

and it was a good morning. every morning with him was, intertwined with him like a knotted rope that you didn’t want to undo. because together you fit so well, and why mess with the lazy imperfection when it suited you both so well in the first place?

an: god, would love to wake up like that. i’m sure ur guys horny asses can back me up on that one lol. this idea had been sitting in my drafts for so long so i just decided to finish it and give it to you guys. i’m almost finished with two oneshots out of the millions in my drafts. my requests take me the longest, especially with my new job. but i’m doing my best to get them done for you guys. my masterlist and taglist are linked at the beginning if they’re any interest to you. please reblog, like and interact. i love you all, kisses. xx.

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[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Birthday Boy 🎂

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Leon S. Kennedy x reader

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Your need to spoil your boyfriend on his birthday with an elaborate celebration results in a misunderstanding with hurt feelings on both sides. But the pure love the both of you hold for eachother finds a way to mend all tears in the end.

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Leon stirred, the sweet smell of something pulling him from his dreamless sleep. His nose scrunched at the strong aroma filling the air, a hint of stinging saltiness coming to join the delicious symphony of scents.

With a groan he turned to his other side, burying himself in the softness of your shared bed. The curtains did a surprisingly well job at keeping the bright morning sun out of the room, a pleasant dim making it easier on the eyes.

Though peace was far out of his reach, as were you. With furrowed brows and a clumsy attempt to feel for you on your side of the bed, he was met with cold sheets. Not even slightly warm from the heat your body emitted.

Not your soft form that he could mold to his hardened frame. An annoyed huff slipped past his lips as he begrudgingly opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them as a yawn took over his face.

"Sweetheart? Where are you?" He called weakly, cringing at the roughness of his voice.

But he made no attempt to move, limbs heavy with exhaustion. It seemed that no matter how much sleep he got, the tired feeling that sat deep in the marrow of his bones would never fade.

Leon surrendered to his fate, laying as if confined to the bed, resting his eyes but never actually falling back asleep.

Meanwhile, you were flitting through the kitchen, icing the cake you made and simultaneously flipping the bacon for a hearty breakfast. You hummed a tune, none in particular, with a smile on your face as you glanced at the table filled with wrapped gifts and birthday cards.

A candle sat in the middle, itching to be lit and used to send a wish far into the universe. With a last few finishing touches, you admired your work before cleaning up the inevitable mess.

A grin sat high on your cheeks as you quietly made your way to your bedroom, where the birthday boy was resting without a thought in the world and a grumbling stomach.

You couldn't contain the excitement bubbling in your own gut, the idea of finally spoiling and doting on Leon blooming in your chest like a delicate flower at the first spring rays. With a hand securely on the handle, you peaked in, seeing his peaceful and resting face. A smile cracked on your cheeks.

To see him without those deeply worried eyes and stressed crease between his brows, a soft jaw instead of the grinding of teeth made your heart swell.

The door swung open, and before Leon had time to register what was going on, you had already tackled him and were pressing sloppy kisses all over his face while mumbling something along the lines of happy birthday.

As much as Leon would like to love being smothered by your affection, right now, it was all too much. Exhaustion was still heavy in his limbs, and his eyelids felt like they were made of lead.

Your engulfing touch felt suffocating instead of comforting and warm, and your giggles that normally made his heartbeat rise along with the overwhelmingly nauseating smells of his favorite foods made his stomach twist.

Teeth grinding on teeth as he tried to keep the growing feeling of too much too much too much away.

"Stop.." he said quietly, tightly grasping your arms to stop the scratchy fabric of your shirt from brushing against his skin.

"It's your birthday, silly! I'm not stopping until the clock hits midnight." You giggled, somehow completely unaware of his discomfort.

"Please, stop." He whispered firmer this time, the feeling of your lips on his making him shiver in such an unpleasant way, he was wondering if he was broken.

You were too caught up in your own excitement to notice the crack in his voice or the tension in his jaw, instead peppering more kisses all along his face.

The thin string of his sanity that Leon was holding onto with his life was worn through and he snapped. His bones felt wrong in his body, his breaths were coming out all weird and an uncomfortable pressure in his nerves made him stiffen.

"Stop!" He snapped, roughly pushing you off of him.

You managed to grasp onto the bed so you didn't complete crash onto the ground, but the pain of his sudden rejection hurt more than your knees hitting the hard floor. You were shell-shocked, your eyes wide and your lips parted in disbelief.

For a moment, you just stared at each other.

Your eyes glassy, a pained expression on Leon's face as the discomfort in his body didn't ease. His breaths were ragged, and when he did open his eyes, his heart clenched so hard in his chest, he swore he could feel his ribs breaking.

With a sleep addled and exhausted mind and a body that didn't feel like his own, he turned away in shame and pulled the covers over his head, hoping all of it would go away for just a minute.

Eyes squeezed shut, and fingers pressed into his ears to limit the amount of outer stimuli.

With your heart cracked and sitting heavy in your chest, you swallowed the tears and wrestled yourself up from the floor.

"I... sorry.." was all you managed to get out as your throat closed up. The quiet patter of your feet faded before stopping at the doorframe.

"Happy Birthday.." you whispered, looking back, before leaving him be.

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He felt horrible. Physically and how he'd treated you.

How could he explain that you weren't the problem but the world preying on him outside of his safe sanctuary?

How could he explain the fucked up things that had broken him in so many ways, ruining every last bit of joy he had?

How could he explain that every single birthday of his had ended as another chapter for a therapist to write down instead of big smiles and memories on old polaroids?

He couldn't, because you were his voice, his breath with which he could speak, and now he'd chased you away, too.

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The obnoxious presents and decorations along with the elaborate breakfast platter and mile-high birthday cake seemed much more ridiculous and mocking as you sank into yourself on the couch.

It was like the sun had disappeared behind the clouds, and a heavy gloom settled around you, your own little storm of sorrow that made sure to keep you soaked and shivering.

Too much too much too much.

It was all too much. You were too much. Too affectionate, too happy, too excited, too big of a personality, simply too much.

An unpleasant feeling settled in your stomach as you stared at the colorful and patterned presents, a cruel reminder laughing straight in your face.

You were paralyzed, staring into nothingness with the feeling of a boulder on your chest.

Your thoughts spiraled deeper into depths you hadn't missed, and you'd wondered if soon you'd reach a land with a grinning cat, a white rabbit and a mad Hatter, ruled by a Queen that resembled wrath incarnate. Losing your head didn't sound so horrible, after all it would stop the thoughts at least.

You didn't know how long you'd sat on that couch, the cushions molding to your body. As if on autopilot, you managed to pry yourself from your seat and wordlessly started putting things away.

The breakfast that had stopped steaming was shoved into the oven, in hopes of keeping it from going completely cold.

The cake that you had decorated with so much love was gently covered and set into the fridge, residing between jams, cold cuts, and a jar of pickles.

The presents were gathered into a pile, a blanket thrown over them, and the balloons were rushed into the supply closet.

You'd decided it wasn't worth it to climb on the death trap of a ladder you owned once again to take down the garlands, so they just had stay there, out of your sight.

The only thing that remained was the lonely birthday candle, the flame flickering as the wax dripped onto the counter.

It had burned down quite a bit, and as much as its image was tearing into your heart, it wasn't yours to extinguish.

Not your wish to make.

Not your plumes of smoke that swirled like they were burdened with a purpose.

Not your fond memory of another year gone by with the people you love.

So, you watched. Followed the hot flame as it danced in that elegant way only fire could.

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Meanwhile, Leon was still hiding away beneath the covers. Deep breaths as he tried to regulate his senses, the stiff and torturing feeling that had befallen his nerves fading. His brows were creased, his heart heavy, tears stinging in his eyes and his throat closing.

Why couldn't he be normal? React like any other human to such a thoughtful and sweet gesture?

Nevermind his discomfort, he hated how his feelings exploded onto you, pulling you down with him.

He knew you'd understand, you always did. You were patient and kind, never rushing him or trying to shove him into a box.

You had your own inner turmoils but treated him with such an open heart nonetheless.

With a deep sigh, he dragged himself from your shared bed with the intention of making the best out of this day.

And that meant begging for your forgiveness on his knees, like a lost and lonely follower desperately pleading for redemption from his deity.

Leon got himself ready for you more than himself. A pair of slacks that took every outfit from casual to chic, and that one shirt that fit him a little too well like you said. The silly police-themed socks that you'd gifted him one day just because they made you think of him. A touch of the warm and comforting cologne you loved so much and a quick rake through his blonde mop.

With a deep exhale and a hand on the doorknob, he was ready to reconcile.

You heard him before you saw him. The quiet commotion coming from your bedroom had already drawn your attention away from the candle, although your eyes were fixed on it still.

The opening and closing of a door, the soft shuffle of feet, and then, his tall frame in your peripheral.

Finally, you turned with a half-hearted smile, the hurt in your eyes still visible.

"Hey, you." You said quietly, watching as his expression softened.

"Hi." He muttered, a gentle but unsure grin on his face.

Without a word, he carefully pried you from the barstool you were seated on and pulled you against his chest into a warm embrace.

You melted into his arms, your eyes falling shut in comfort as the scent of his cologne invaded your senses, patching up the tears in your heart.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled into your hair, "I... it was too much. The sensations, the sounds, the smells. It isn't you, but everything else. I'm so sorry."

The confession came from his lips like a pleading cry, his voice trembling only to a degree you would notice.

Pulling your head from his chest, you cupped his cheek with a soft smile.

"I get it. I get overwhelmed, too, sometimes. I just... didn't expect that reaction." You chuckled half-heartedly.

"And I'm sorry. For not asking first, for not noticing how uncomfortable you were. Everything's a little different with you, and that's okay, I just really wanted to spoil you for once. But, now I know better and I'll do better next time, I promise."

Your heartfelt apology hit him right between his ribs, brows scrunching and lips trembling as he wrapped you up into another hug.

"Thank you. You just looked so hurt and I felt horrible. I didn't mean to do it, I swear, I just didn't know what to do and-"

you gently shushed his rambling with a sweet peck to his lips while wiping a few tears from his lashline.

"Take a deep breath, alright?," you began softly, earning a nod from Leon,

"it's all forgiven. Shit like this happens, okay? But we can't let that push us away from eachother, we're a team. I admit, I was pretty hurt, but that was the consequence of overstepping. We talk this out and everything's gonna be fine. Now, dry those tears, we only have reason to celebrate!" You smiled brightly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Leon chuckled wetly, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand.

"You're amazing, you know that?" He sniffled with a lopsided smile.

"Well, I've heard that once or twice, so it must be true." You teased with a grin, pulling a laugh from him.

"Thank you for being so patient with me. I know I'm not exactly easy to deal with at times, so I appreciate you putting up with me for this long."

"I'm not putting up with you, I want to do this, yeah? I'm here because I want to be, don't forget that."

A gentle smile graced your features caressing his cheek. He nodded silently, cupping your hand and leaning into your touch.

"Can I set all of this up again? I really want you to have a great birthday. But only if you want to." You offered softly. Leon started at you for a while, his eyes so soft and gentle like you'd never seen before.

"I don't deserve you." He mumbled, taking your hand off his face and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

"Yeah, you do! Now, is that a yes?" You grinned. He laughed, pinching your cheek.

"Yeah."

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With the little conformation you needed, you ushered him back into your bedroom with a giddy smile on your face.

"It'll just be a minute!" He heard through the door, shaking his head with a smile.

There was some shuffling here and some clanging there, but at least you had arranged everything like before - if not better. The candle stood in the center of it all, almost snuffed out surrounded by a lake of wax.

Suddenly, the door ripped open and Leon was dragged from the bedroom, almost stumbling into you.

"Hey, slow down, angel." He snorted, slightly pulling at your grip.

"No, we gotta hurry!! Before the candle goes out." You urged, using all your strength to log your giant of a boyfriend to his birthday candle.

With an eye roll, he followed you, although his heart swelled.

"You could've just blown it out, you know." Leon chuckled, staring at the more than sorry excuse of a candle, resting his weight on the counter.

You gasped in shock, a hand dramatically clutching at your chest.

"And commit such blasphemy? Never! It's your candle and your wish. It's not my candle to extinguish." You replied, raising your hands in surrender.

"You're weird." He replied, a lopsided grin on his face.

"Eh, you love it."

"That, I do."

You stared at him expectantly.

"Are you gonna make your wish today or do you wanna wait till next year?" You deadpanned, although a smile cracked on your lips.

"Bossy." He scoffed playfully before leaning over and, at last, blowing out his candle, his eyes never leaving yours.

He squeezed them shut for a second while the smoky plume danced in the air. You clapped for him with a bright smile.

"So.... what'd you wish for?" You asked curiously, like the nosy thing you were.

"Ha, you wish I'd tell you. No pun intended. If I do, it's not gonna come true." He smirked, watching as a pout settled on your pretty face, followed by a huff.

"Fine. Happy Birthday, baby." You smiled sweetly, stretching over the counter to press a kiss to his lips.

Leon hummed in appreciation, his eyes fluttering shut while his hand found your cheek.

"Thank you, sweetheart." He smiled, twirling a piece of your hair between his fingers.

"How about-"

You were interrupted by the grumbling of his stomach.

"-Breakfast? Yes, please."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The rest of the day was spent with digging into the delicious and plentiful breakfast you made, along with a slice of cake, because when's a better time to have cake for breakfast than a birthday?

With a full stomach, the two of you sat in the sea of balloons, surrounded by all the presents provided by you and Leon's dearest friends.

"Jesus, so much for don't get me anything." Leon mumbled, looking over all the wrapped boxes.

"Yeah, I had to fight them off with a stick. They all wanted to come by today but we comprised on another time." You chuckled, Leon joining in.

"Thank you for protecting my sanity."

"Anytime, babe."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

There were so many gifts, Leon had lost count of all the things he'd gotten. But the namely ones were a new motorcycle helmet from Claire, an ornately decorated lighter from Luis, a new leather holster for his Red 9 gifted by Chris, and concert tickets from Sherry.

"None from you, huh?" He smirked, crumpling the wrapping paper in his hands.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll get to unwrap that later." You quipped, followed by a smirk.

"I can't wait." He grinned, his eyes darkening while his voice dropped into a low timber.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The day ended with the two of you snuggled on the couch, stuffed with cake and too much delicious food and maybe that bottle of scotch Leon had saved for a special occasion.

You were pressed into his side, contently dozing off in his arms.

"I've never had a birthday like this before." He said quietly, turning to brush some hair out of your face.

"Like what?" You mumbled, your cheek squished against his chest.

"A good one." He confessed, a small smile playing on his face, but the dim lighting illuminated the sad shine in his baby blues.

A soft look cracked onto your features, your thumb caressing his cheekbone.

"I'm really glad you liked it." You smiled gently.

"I loved it, angel. Thank you." He replied quietly, wanting to bask in the softness of this moment.

"I'd do anything for you, you know that?"

"I do. And I'm the luckiest man in the world because of it."

His lips melted against yours in a passionate kiss, soft breaths exchanged as you got lost in one another.

Leon pulled away first, to your dismay, eyes glassy and lips red.

"I believe there's one last present for me to unwrap." He smirked, trailing the tips of his fingers up and down your arm.

"You're insatiable." You shook your head, but couldn't help the smile that snuk its way onto your face.

"Hey, it's my birthday." He defended with a chuckle.

"Alright, alright, birthday boy."

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