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zzzzombieboy · 10 months

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Hellooo it’s me 😋😋 here’s the Resident Evil 4, Leon S. Kennedy x male reader request. Reader and Leon always had that little competition between them, always trying to be better than the other which lead to them not liking each other. They got sent to various missions together but always ended up fighting with each other on how to do things instead of focusing on the mission. It just didn’t work between them. Additionally, Reader is sarcastic and acts a bit like an a-hole sometimes, flirts with Leon in a joking way and Leon just can't stand that.

After Leon was sent to save Ashley Reader is sent to back up Leon (and Leon didn’t know that so he is kinda mad that they thought it would be a good idea to choose Reader for it) on his mission and after a long and annoying search, he ends up finding Leon in the village. At first, he thought Leon was some sort of villager and attacks him. He pins him to the ground but then realized who he is and reluctantly apologizes which just makes the situation worse between them.

When they find Ashley and then lose her later Leon gets injured badly because he just rushed in without thinking to save Ashley. But he couldn’t and they ended up fighting when the coast cleared. In reality, the reader isn’t mad about the fact that they lost Ashley again. He is mad that Leon got hurt in the process and Leon noticed that the reader was worried about him. That could lead to an angry make-out session. Enemies to lovers type thing

And I really love your writing, gonna request alooooot more in the future 🥰🥰

oh thank u! i will try my hardest to make it as good as the last post

i also love writing ur prompts (long ones) it’s so very fun i love it

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Leon Kennedy x M!Reader

Leon was tired. Hours and hours of running around this odd town had taken its toll, leaving him utterly exhausted. The cool air around him gave him goosebumps, his jacket being stolen a few hours earlier. He was left in a compression shirt, not exactly the best when it came to keeping warmth.

Walking back into the village, he was relieved to hear no ambient murmurs or shouts. He had finally gotten himself some quiet, the one thing he had been searching for this whole time. Along with the presidents daughter, of course. His feet crunched against the leaves below him as he walked toward a house he had searched through a bit ago. He leaned against it, his body facing the forest beyond the piled rocks and the fence blocking it off.

He took in a deep breath, his head pressing against the ply wood behind him. He shoved both of his hands into his pockets and let his eyes close. Finally, some peace.

That was, until he heard a crack of a twig. His eyes snapped open as he held his hand over his gun’s holster. He wondered why he hadn’t seen this villager before, or heard them for that manner. He slowly moved himself to the side of the house and peered over the corner to get a good look at them.

It was a man in a puffed coat, seemingly looking for someone. He held what looked like a military issued pistol in his hand, hood over his head as he walked through the village slowly. Leon wasn’t in the mood to have to fight another one of these insanely strong villagers, especially concerning one with a gun. He was going to be swift and clean.

Leon began his stalk, making sure to stay close to a building and lay low. He pulled his gun from his holster and continued to step closer to the stranger. The closer he got, he noticed details about the man, specific scars and markings on his hands, the way his coat fell. Leon recognized something about him, but just couldn’t figure it out.

Just as he was close enough to see the side of his face, he had stepped on a pile of leaves. A feeling of dread washed over him as the man made a swift turn around. His leg swept across, tripping Leon and having him fall flat on his face. His gun fell out of his hand but still was in reach, until the man kicked it away.

The man planted one foot down onto Leon’s upper back, setting his entire weight on the blonde before grabbing onto both of Leon’s hands and pinning them behind him. The man belt his wrists between his fingers, keeping an extremely tight grip on them as he pressed his gun against the back of Leon’s head. “Speak or I shoot.” the man commanded. His voice was raspy, dark. Leon recognized it immediately.

It was no other than Y/N L/N. He had been at odds with Y/N for the entire time they had worked together. Their constant bickering and fights drove everyone around them crazy, Y/N usually being the one to start it. Y/N was combative, but always for a reason. He was smart and agile, and spent a lot of his time training, and could very easily pick out bad plans. He always picked out Leon’s first.

Leon figured that announcing who he was would kill him regardless, but there had to be a reason that Y/N was here. “It’s Leon.” he grunted, trying his best to wiggle out of Y/N’s grasp, but to no avail. He had a grip that nobody could rival.

Y/N paused for a second, slowly pulling his gun away from the head of the man he had pinned. He let out a soft chuckle, putting the weapon in his holster. With his now free hand, he brought it up to the chip in his ear. “Hunnigan, I found Condor One.” he spoke, somewhat loosening his hold but keeping Leon down. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll take care of it. Alright. Bye.” he hung up, his attention turning back to Leon.

He leaned his head downwards, almost against Leon’s ear. “Kennedy, why on earth did you think it was a good idea to sneak up on me?” asked Y/N with a slight smirk spreading across his face. Leon rolled his eyes.

“Better question,” he started, a bit of dirt getting into his mouth. He spit it out with a sour face. “Why the hell are you here?” he asked, getting a small glimpse of the cocky expression spread across Y/N’s face.

Y/N leaned his head back, letting out another laugh. “Because your ditzy ass can’t do your job.” he replied, his words laced with venom as he finally let go of Leon’s hands. He still kept him to the ground with his foot, however. “I always tell them not to trust the blonde bimbo’s, but they never listen, so I always end up getting sent to clean up your damn messes.”

Leon frowned, finally feeling the boot being lifted from his back. “I could’ve finished this by myself.” he grunted, pushing himself up off the ground, reaching for his gun that had been kicked away from him. Y/N rolled his eyes as he watched Leon stumble a little bit.

“It’s been 12 hours and you haven’t even got Ashley. It seems like all you’ve done is level an entire village.” Y/N raised a brow, resting a hand on his hip. Leon threw his head back around, finally finding something that he could be right about. “No, I found Ashley.” he disagreed. Y/N flickered his eyes from left to right before turning his head behind him.

“Okay,” he started. “Where is she then?”

Leon froze up, feeling his throat tense up. He considered lying to lighten the weight, but he figured that it wouldn’t do them any good. “I…” he started, squeezing his eyes shut. “I lost her.”

Y/N’s mouth went ajar as he stared at the back of Leon’s head. “You lost Ashley?” he raised his voice, stepping closer to Leon with his head leaned forward. “Are you fucking kidding me? You lost the goddamn presidents daughter?! Is doing nothing and looking pretty all you know how to do?” he hounded Leon, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. “I swear to god, I could’ve had this job done in an hour and a half. Why on earth do they assign you such insanely important jobs?” he asked nobody, pacing back and forth. Leon clenched his jaw, turning to face Y/N.

“Can you just shut up, man? You yelling at me won’t get us anywhere.” barked Leon, prompting Y/N to slow down. Y/N opened his mouth to respond, but instead he just looked Leon up and down. He stayed silent, giving a small head shake before taking in a deep breath.

“Okay, fine, whatever.” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose before letting his arm fall back to his side. “Where was Ashley when you last saw her?” asked Y/N, looking back to Leon’s face. Leon took in a small breath, happy that Y/N had stopped his rant.

He looked towards the gate, pointing towards the path leading out of it. “Down this road, there’s a large castle that she got carried to.” he uttered. Y/N nodded, starting his walk, not caring to see if Leon was following behind him. In all honesty, Y/N saw it as an insult that he was labeled as backup for this mission. He fully believed that he should’ve been the main agent on this case to begin with, and it was the biggest slap in the face that the most incompetent agent in his eyes was chosen over him. He wanted to get it over with.

Leon followed behind Y/N and remained silent, making sure to check every inch of the land they were walking on for loose bear traps he hadn’t set off yet, or people hiding above them that could ambush them. He saw nothing, so they continued their walk.

The walk was completely silent, the only sounds coming from either of the men being slight sniffles or clearing their throats. It had been a good half an hour before they reached the gothic style building Leon spoke of.

At the front, there was a large door with the insignia that had been coating the village. The two approached the building, Y/N taking a pause by the side, expecting Leon to follow suit. Y/N had always been a planner, making extensive backups and routes before ever going into a dangerous situation. Leon was much different, instead storming into a situation without much thought and figuring it out along the way.

In a rush, Leon kicked open the castle’s doors and ran in, his hands tight around his gun. There were many cult members, all wielding weapons. Y/N let out a small yell, frustrated on how impulsive his co-worker was. He just had to go with the flow now, thank god he was good with adapting. Y/N ran in, making sure that nobody could see him. Leon was trying to fight them all off at the same time, and Y/N was going to leave him to that while he tried to find Ashley.

Y/N booked it through the main hall, checking every nook and cranny, running up staircases before he found a dusty door with a small hand print on the side of it. His instincts told him that he should open it, and his instincts were correct. Sitting on top of a barrel, Ashley Graham was restrained, chained to the wall with a rope tied into her mouth.

Her eyes seemed to light up in fear as she let out muffled screams. Y/N shook his head, shutting the door behind him. “No, hey, easy lady. It’s alright.” Y/N started, putting both his hands up to try and ease her. “I’m with Leon. I’m gonna get you outta here, alright?” Ashley slowly stopped her movements, nodding slowly as Y/N continued to approach her.

“Sorry it took us so long,” started Y/N, pulling his knife out of the strap against his chest. “Leon isn’t good with time management.” he muttered, grabbing onto the rope tied to Ashley’s head, cutting through it with ease. He pulled the rope out of her mouth, letting her take in a deep breath. “Leon, where is Leon?” she asked, his chest heaving up and down.

Y/N looked to the door behind him. “Fighting off those cult guys.” he replied, now looking around for a bolt cutter. Luckily he found one, hidden behind a shelf in the far corner. He picked it up and stepped back to Ashley. Ashley gave a small nod, watching as Y/N cut the chains tied around her waist.

“Thank you.” Ashley hummed. Y/N nodded in return as a small ‘you’re welcome’ before creaking the door open. He peeked his head out, hoping to see a pile of dead bodies, but was left not-so-shocked to see that all the men in cloaks had been kicking Leon’s ass. He let out a small angry grunt before ducking his head back in.

He handed Ashley the knife he used to cut her free. “You’re the presidents daughter, you know self defense, right?” he asked, his voice slightly cracking. To say he was nervous was embarrassing, but he couldn’t help it. This was very risky. Ashley nodded, thank god. “Okay, good. You are gonna go out there, get out of this castle, and run as fast as you can, got it? We will find you, just make sure if anyone tries to grab onto you, stab them and run.” he ordered her, staring deep into her eyes. She nodded hesitantly. She trusted that he knew what he was doing, and followed his instructions.

Y/N opened the door again, watching as Ashley ran past him, down the staircase. Thankfully all of the cultists had their eyes set on destroying Leon, so nobody noticed their captive escaping. She ran through the hall and pushed open the doors, leaving nothing but a trail of dust. Y/N felt a relief seeing that Ashley made it out of there unnoticed, but he now had to save Leon’s ass again.

He made his way down the stairs and pulled his shotgun off his back. The heavy steps were nothing compared to the yells of the men trying to kill Leon, so he also went unnoticed. Without a second to spare, he started shooting, knocking off the men closest to Leon and taking care of the others afterwards. Once all of them had gone down, he took in a heavy breath.

Leon stood there, his body exhausted. He now had puncture wounds in his arms and bruises on his waist, and the classic bloody nose. He stared at Y/N, who leaned his head back in a brief moment of satisfaction. The second his head moved back down, Leon felt a chill run down his spine.

Y/N’s eyes landing on his was a feeling of dread that remained unmatched. The rage in his gaze was clear to anyone who saw it, a scowl forming across his face as Y/N stormed toward Leon. “Sit down.” Y/N barked, setting his shot gun back on his carrier, starting to dig through his jacket while approaching Leon. Leon did as he was told, as he didn’t want to anger Y/N any more. Y/N finally pulled out a med kit and an herb mixture he had stored for emergencies.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Leon?” he asked, kneeling down beside him. “I can deal with the bratty shit, and the whole ‘I’m a loner I can do it myself’ thing or whatever, but this? You could’ve died.” he mumbled, his voice getting quiet. Leon could sense the vulnerability, his head tilting to the right as he stared back up at Y/N.

The tone that Y/N was speaking in was something he hadn’t heard before. Whenever they went on missions together, Y/N always spoke to him like he was a burden. But now, he heard something so insanely rare in his voice. It was sympathy. Y/N worried about Leon. Y/N tried his hardest not to let it on, but this was the closest Leon had ever been to actually dying.

He felt Y/N pull up one of his sleeves, holding a roll of bandages between his teeth while he used his hands to put pressure on Leon’s wounds. “I can patch myself up.” he muttered, slightly pulling his arm away. Y/N flashed him a glare while taking in a long breath.

“For the love of god.” he uttered, pulling the bandages away from his mouth. “Just let me do this for you.” he pulled Leon’s arm back to the place it was and began to unwind the bandages. Leon stopped trying to counter Y/N, instead just sitting silently, watching Y/N wrap the bandages around his arm.

Y/N and Leon were never really close by each other. The only times they were touching is when they were sparring during training, which neither of them enjoyed very much. This was the first time neither of them were trying to beat the shit out of each other in this close of proximity, and it gave Leon a new view. Y/N finished up Leon’s arm and moved his focus to the injuries that really mattered.

Y/N lifted up Leon’s shirt, revealing the many wounds inflicted by the cultists with their various weapons. None of them were very deep, but the last thing Y/N needed was for his partner to get a bunch of infections. He pulled out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the med kit, making sure he didn’t have too much dirt on his hands.

The sudden cool brush of wind up against Leon’s abdomen made him squirm a little. He took in a harsh breath through his clenched teeth, tensing up his muscles. Y/N grabbed some cotton balls and dunked them into the bottle. “Stop wining. You’re being dramatic.” he uttered.

Leon glared at him. “Oh yeah? Do you wanna try being impaled?” he asked, his eyebrow raised. Y/N rolled his eyes, cleaning the blood off of Leon’s skin.

“You weren’t impaled, you were poked.” he hissed, watching as Leon began to writhe around again from the stoning caused by the peroxide. “Stay still and be quiet.” he spoke, trying his best to pin Leon down.

Leon grunted. “Make me.” he grunted. Y/N looked back up at Leon’s face, the irritation he felt before coming back. He wanted to shut Leon up with everything he had. He wanted to make sure he stayed quiet for the rest of the time he knew him. He never wanted to hear another bratty ass word out of his mouth again. Y/N clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath in a he looked back up into Leon’s eyes. He needed him to be quiet.

In a sudden rush of emotions, Y/N found himself pulling a move he had long suppressed, but his impulse got the better of him. He jutted his head forward and pressed his lips against Leon’s, earning a stifled yelp from the blonde. The sudden contact sent a shock down both of their spines, but Y/N was pleasantly surprised when Leon reciprocated the kiss. The pain Leon felt had slowly slipped away as all he could focus on now was the feeling of Y/N.

Their lips moving against one another brought up feelings that neither of them really knew they had. Leon could feel his face heating up as he brought up a hand, planting it on the back of Y/N’s head in order to get closer. Y/N couldn’t help but feel weak in this moment, his knees starting to wobble as he melted into the moment. He was still a little angry, yes, but that made it so much better.

Leon could feel his heart beating faster than ever as he felt Y/N’s hand press up against his chest. He slowly pushed Leon down to the ground, continuing the kiss while hovering over him. As much as Leon hated to admit, he didn’t mind being pinned by Y/N all that much. If anything, he enjoyed it. The warmth on Leon’s face ended up spreading to the rest of his body, feeling a fuzz begin to form in his stomach. His breaths were erratic and heavy, waiting for Y/N to make another move.

Y/N also felt a buzz, but it remained in his head. He felt like he couldn’t think straight with this happening, all he could focus on was the feeling he had. He didn’t like the feeling of his guard being down, so against his own wishes, he pulled away from Leon.

Both his legs were on the sides of Leon’s waist, practically forcing him to remain on the ground as Y/N pulled away. He leaned himself upwards, biting down on his lips before wiping his hand across them. He didn’t know what to do with himself, and he couldn’t bare to look at Leon.

Leon stared up at him, swallowing slightly before lifting his arms, leaning back on his elbows. Y/N took in a heavy breath before standing up, backing away from Leon. He didn’t know what he was feeling. He didn’t feel ashamed, or embarrassed. He just felt like a hypocrite. For the first time, he uttered a word that he wouldn’t have said to Leon in a million years. “Sorry.” he blurted.

Leon widened his mouth slightly, trying to analyze what Y/N was feeling. All he knew is that he really liked what they had been doing. He shook his head ever-so-slightly. “It’s okay. I asked for it.” he gave Y/N the smallest smile, trying to assure him.

Y/N looked at him for a brief moment, a sly smile of his own spreading across his face as he kneeled back down, grabbing onto the medical equipment now tipped over on the floor. “I’m glad we agree that this is your fault.” He uttered.

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z0mb13-b0y · 7 months

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Its being brewed my lovelies😊‼️

#re2 remake #re2r leon #x male reader #m!reader #gay #leon x m!reader #vendetta leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x m!reader

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zg0nuwa · 6 months

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i’m not switching between my hyperfixations because i’m autistic, i’m just a whore

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hheaven-sentt · 5 months

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devotion

summary: because love doesn't quite capture it | leon kennedy x partner!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: depictions of injuries, angst if you squint, mentions of alcohol consumption, yearning, mutual pining, partners to friends to lovers

notes: BACK FROM THE DEAD W A VENGEANCE. my semester has finished and my second one doesn't start until january so i will be posting for once. college is kicking my ass like all the time so it puts everything else on pause for me anyway ily all | ao3

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The dress feels itchy against your skin. You don’t want to go to this event, so you can’t imagine how Leon feels. He doesn’t even like when you thank him for doing the dishes, so you wonder how he might behave up on a stage to receive a medal. You stretch behind you, reaching for the zipper. Wordlessly, Leon turns to you and zips it up himself. Of course he does; that’s just Leon.

“This is weird,” he says. It’s barely a whisper, breath dusting over your shoulder as he says it. You nod with a sigh.

“I wouldn’t say weird,” you return. You watch his eyes in the mirror. They hover somewhere on your forehead. “Not normal, but not weird,” “I think it’s weird,” he says, and steps away. You nod again, because what else can you say?

Working with Leon has its ups and downs. He’s too quiet some days, and you have to fill in the gaps yourself. Or he’s too loud–sometimes without even saying anything–and you have to figure out how to deal with it. Or he’s just Leon; he laughs and jokes, he helps cook dinner, he doesn’t talk about work. You like those days the best. Had you seen these versions of Leon when you were assigned to him almost ten years ago, you would’ve laughed. Ten years ago, you couldn’t imagine being this close to someone, to care as much as you do about someone you’re paid to be around.

You suppose there’s layers to it, layers you haven’t fully unraveled yet. You know only a few things for certain: Leon is your partner, he is also your unofficial roommate, and you care about him more than you care about others.

“Are you ready?” he asks. He’s standing in the doorway of the bedroom, the light from the hallway making him look like an angel descending to relay a message from God. You swallow and nod.

“Just need my shoes,” you say, moving to the bed and sliding your shoes across the floor to be in front of you. Leon bends down without a word to help you fasten them.

When he looks up at you, he looks less like your partner and more like someone you’re meant to love. An ache resonates within you, a need to reach out a brush your fingers through his darkened hair. He shifts his gaze to your upper arm. Gingerly, he runs the tips of his fingers over a scar that spans from your elbow to your clavicle. It’s ugly and red, courtesy of the nasty burn you’d sustained there a few years ago. The ridged skin is unfeeling as Leon skirts his hand across it, tracing it from your elbow to your shoulder.

“I remember when you got this,” he says absently. His fingers dance across your skin, and you wish the scar didn’t run so deep so you could feel his ministrations. “Thought I’d lost you,”

He says nothing more, just stands up and offers his hand to you to help you off the bed. You take it, and he hauls you up with ease. He twists out of the room like a ghost. You follow him, like you always do.

The scar is one of a few you’ve come to own. You remember the day you got it, too. For whatever reason, you replay the moment in your head over and over in the taxi on the way to the gala. It makes your skin burn.

It was supposed to be a normal day, a normal mission. Go in, extract, get out. Three simple steps that you had done a hundred thousand times before. Leon stood beside you, always offering to enter a room first. You’ll admit, years removed from the situation, you should’ve been more careful, should’ve listened to what he was saying. But you were so angry at him. You felt weak, unnecessary. You remember shoving past him and through a door you hadn’t known was connected to a trigger. Almost as soon as your boot touched the concrete on the other side of the threshold, your hearing went out. It felt like you were standing miles away from a nuclear blast, and you had felt the effects of the delayed shockwave. You were knocked to the ground in an instant, but you didn’t feel pain–not yet at least. When you woke up in the hospital a day later, Leon was asleep in the chair beside you.

“Don’t ever do that to me again,” he’d said. You vowed not to.

“Do you think they’ll at least have an open bar?” he says now, drawing you back into the world. You turn away from the window of the cab to look at him. He’s staring at his hands, forcing a small smile.

“They better,” you say, reaching over and settling a hand on his shoulder. He looks at you. “It’s the only reason I’m going,”

This turns his smile genuine, and he even offers an eyeroll. You squeeze his shoulder, bracelets jingling with the motion. His eyes are on you, and you feel as hot as fresh sin. You hate this; hate that he makes you feel this way, hate that he is so beautiful, hate that you can’t seem to shake this deep seated love you harbor for him. You miss him when he looks away and you remove your hand.

The gala is overwhelming. Leon stays near you, hand hovering near your own. You wish he would reach out and take it. You debate the consequences of doing it yourself.

Breath hot on the shell of your ear, Leon whispers, “You think our taxes went into this?”

You suppress a laugh, tightening your lips into a thin line to fight a smile. “I wouldn’t be surprised, but I’ll pretend like this was all donated,”

“You can consider taxes a donation if you really think about it,” he says, gliding across the floor with you toward an empty table. You snort.

“I think that depends on what your definition of donation is,” you say. He pulls out your chair for you before pushing it in, then takes his own seat beside you. His legs are angled toward you like he only plans on talking to you.

“I think you underestimate my ability to bend definitions to suit my needs,” he says. You laugh again.

You like this version of Leon, and you know that it won’t last very long so you should hold onto it while it’s here. An old jazz song rings out from the speakers across the hall, and the lights catch his eyes just right. They’re really blue, as true blue as blue gets. They’re your favorite shade of blue. If you could paint your living room that color, you would. It’s a soft blue, like the crest of a wave blue, like the sky just after dawn blue, like two perfect oceans set into his skull. There’s a hairline scar that runs between the crows feet of his left eye, one you ache to reach out and trace.

That’s the best way to describe how you feel when you look at Leon: aching. It’s desperation, an aching need to touch and hold. It’s not exactly love, but you don’t have another word for it. Maybe devotion? Looking at him feels like the first time a child sees a kitten. You’re like me, soft and lovable, and we should stay together.

“Have you listened to anything I’ve said in the last few minutes?” Leon asks, putting a hand on your knee that brings you back to the gala. You suck in a breath and shake your head. He smiles wide. “Quit staring at me, makes me feel like I’ve got something on my face,”

“You’re pretty,” you say before you can stop yourself. Maybe pretty is the wrong word, but you don’t know what the right one would be. He’s handsome, sure, but handsome doesn’t encapsulate the way his lashes flutter against his cheekbones or the way he blushes when you smile at him. “Sorry,”

He’s grinning now, giving your knee a squeeze. “You flatter me,”

An hour later, and he’s being called up on stage by your director, who intends to decorate him. You’re beaming with pride, even though you know Leon is dreading this moment. He stumbles across the stage. Cameras are flashing, and you can almost see Leon cringe between photos. He’s off the stage a few minutes later, heading straight for you. You grin more, knowing that he’s choosing to seek solace in you, in your company. He wraps you in a stiff hug that loosens as it endures. You laugh into his shoulder.

“Don’t let me do anything heroic ever again,” he mumbles, burying his face into your neck. You bark a laugh.

“Yeah, okay,” you agree. “I’ll make sure to step in next time,”

In an act that surprises you, Leon tugs you toward the dance floor. You must look wildly confused because he explains, “Just this once. Just one dance,”

You agree, not that you could deny even if you wanted to. He’s looking at you like you’re someone he’s meant to love, like you’re more than just his partner. His hand slots against the curve of your waist like it was made specifically to be there. He’s warm and smiling, and you think maybe he’s had a bit too much champagne. But you like him like this. Who knows when you’ll see him like this again? You stare at him, intent to memorize his features and the way the light catches on the bridge of his nose.

“You’re staring again,” he whispers. You smile sheepishly.

“Never seen you like this,” you reply. He bows his head to chuckle. “Not sure I’ll ever get the chance to again,”

“I’m sure you will,” he says. “You’re the one who brings it out of me,”

You roll your eyes. “I’m more convinced it’s all the free champagne we’ve been drinking,”

“You can believe whatever you want, sweetness,” he says, spinning you. “I’m telling you the truth,”

You’re both giggly and joking the whole way home. Leon has you wheezing about something you can’t remember as you step into the apartment. Tears rest at the corners of your eyes. You shove him playfully. He follows you from room to room like a puppy, making you giggle and flash a smile as you clean up for the night.

You crash onto the bed, warm and light from the night, and reach to take off your shoes. Leon stands in the doorway, watching you. The light from the hallway gives him a halo. Your feet ache as you release them from their prisons, and you glance up to see Leon smiling at you. You return it with the cock of one of your brows.

“You’re pretty,” he says by way of explanation. You feel heat snake up your body. His hands are stuffed into his pockets, hair slightly messy from where he’s run his hands through it, and the first few buttons of his shirt are undone. If you weren’t as shy as you are, you’d probably move to touch him.

Instead, you huff a laugh and toss your shoes to the floor. “You flatter me,”

When you stand and begin to move around him, he grabs your elbow. “I mean it,”

Perhaps, in another life, you would see this as a win. The man you’ve spent most of your life following around and yearning for seemingly returns your affections, and you are about to deny him. Admitting it out loud makes it real, makes it mean something. What happens the next time something goes wrong out there? The next time he does something heroic? Everything will be much too real, and much harder to bury. You blink at him, looking at him for what feels like the very first and last time. He’s still Leon; scruffy stubble, blue eyes, and warmth. He’s still Leon, teetering on being your Leon, and you’re not going to let that happen. You, again, are going to deny yourself from what you want.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. You take in a shaky breath. He’s still holding you, but his touch is a ghost on your flesh.

“Leon, I don’t know-”

“You know that one Frank Sinatra song?” he interrupts. You gape at him.

“Why did you ask if you won’t let me answer?” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. He returns his hands to his pockets.

“Predicted where it was going, figured I’d circumvent it,” he admits, the corner of his lips turning upward slightly. “The song he sings with his wife?”

You shrug. “Maybe? What’s your point?”

“I love you,” he says. Your body goes cold. “That could be the stupidest thing I’ve ever said, but I feel like you should know that before you make whatever decision you’re about to make,”

Your face breaks out into a grin, and you laugh in spite of yourself. “I’m sure you’ve said stupider,”

Whatever worry was on Leon’s face dissolves, and a real, full smile splits across his lips. He takes your face in his hands. He holds you delicately, like you’d break under the slightest pressure. To be fair, you feel like glass at the moment–if glass could have legs made of rubber.

“This makes it real,” you say. He swallows. “No going back, no forgetting, no pretending. When something happens, it will be real,”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he whispers. “It’s worked out for us so far,”

You’re not sure who closes the space first, but it matters little after it’s happened. His lips are gentle and giving against your own. Your hands splay against his sides, using his suit jacket to pull him closer. His hands wind into your hair. There’s a desperation behind his movements, one you’re all too familiar with. After what feels like hours, he breaks from you, leaning his forehead against yours. His breathing is labored, you can feel it in his strong chest beneath your hands.

“This is real,” he says.

“We take risks for a living,” you say. He opens his eyes to peek at you through his lashes. “What’s one more right?”

He grins and kisses you again.

#leon kennedy x reader #my fics #m writes #resident evil #x reader #partner!reader #resident evil fanfic #leon kennedy #id leon kennedy

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nomercyanywhere · 7 months

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age difference (?) ー ₊⁺ ⋆ ftm reader

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having to work on a project, you make your way to your friends house. standing at the door, you catch your breath before knocking

knock knock knock, patiently waiting for an answer before getting your phone out to message them that you're outside

not even having time to turn it on, the door opens slightly, and stood there a handsome tall man, "can I help you?" his voice deep and sultry

"..um, I-" as you were about to speak, f/n fully opened the door gently pushing their father aside, "You're finally here! thank god, cmon!!" they basically pulled you inside and then rushing immediately to their room

while sitting on the floor, right in front of you lied the unfinished project, " 'Kay so, I was thinking maybe I could do this one and you'll do that yeah? and if one of us needs help we'll just help each other" your friend says, already starting with theirs, "alright" was all that left your mouth

a few minutes had passed, you both were playing music to help focus, but you paused it all of a sudden, "hey, was that your father?" you ask, "yup, who else would it be?" they respond, "how old is he?" you boldly asked "why are you asking, you wanna get with him?" your friend says with a teasing tone, then chuckles "what? fuck no! I don't know shit about him you idiot".

"you just didn't let me introduce myself that's all" you lowered your voice "well, all you need to know is that he's 46yo and used to be an agent, now retired cus he's taking care of me, and for my mother, they separated cus that slut slept with another dude" they finished their sentence with a sigh "oh, sorry about that.. " you replied "it's fine, she was a bitch anyway, don't get what dad saw in her"

hours passed and your friend was fast asleep snoring loudly, just as you finished the project, you looked at your phone, 1:36am yawning before you stood and cleaned up

as you left the room, slowly turning around you were met with a hard chest, backing up slightly before looking up to see your friends father "Oh, Mr. Kennedy s-sorry about earlier.. I'm y/n, your kids friend" you gave him the best smile you could provide considering how late it was and you were absolutely exhausted

"It's alright, nice to meet you y/n" he gives you a warm smile, "say, it's really late right now, why don't you sleep here and leave in the morning, hm?" I mean... you were very tired so a short rest in your friends home without them knowing won't hurt right...?

Leon soon had you on your knees, cock burried in your mouth as deep as it could go, low groans and moans left his while you choked and gagged around him

"fuck, had I known you were this good.. I would've left that bitch for you" he chuckles while his right hand tangled around your hair, pulling you up harshly

"look at you.. suckin' off an old man like me, so desperate too.." while he slaps your face with his throbbing dick, your face was a mess, just a couple of facefucking rounds already had your strings of hair in your mouth, cheeks flushed and a sore jaw

"y'want more? hm?" he traced his cocktip around your lips, covering them in cum, "mhm, please" as you kissed it, "atta boy, now on your feet baby, let's see the damage in between those sexy legs of yours"

as you stood up, you held onto his broad shoulders for support, his larger hands then pulled down your underwear, revealing a pretty pink drenched cunt

his fingers trailed in between your wet folds, covering his long ones with your slick "shiiit, spread your legs love" you obeyed and opened them as wide you could, holding your thighs, his thumbs pulled apart your labia, a twitching cunt and a throbbing clit, just waiting to be devoured

"my fucking god.." his breath tickling your bud, gently he pulled you closer, then slowly licked your whole pussy

his warm tongue landing on your clit caused your thighs to tense up, knowing that you were standing and he was seated on a couch, you cutely shaking like a leaf in the wind

your moans were fucking heavenly, whenever you gasp as he sucked on your sensitive clit , it made his cock twitch while leaking pre on the floor

never, never in your whole life had you thought your best friends father would be eating you out, but there he was, in between your legs, his stubbles softly rubbing and tickling the surroundings of your cunt.. it just added to the sensation, just pushed you the edge even more

when he focused only on your clit, your thighs had began to hurt from twitching and tightening up too much, hands gripping onto his hair as you were letting out moans, slutty enough to embarrass even a pornstar

"gonna cum for me baby? go ahead" he says while pushing you more into him, ergo making your cunt press up a gasp his tongue even more

a string of curse words left your mouth as you came into his mouth, grinding your cunt on his nose like a needy mutt. with every thrust upwards caused you to squirt more and more, making a mess on his face

as you slowly came down from your high, you fell onto your knees and rested your head on his lap, his hand on your head as he wipes his face with the sleeve of his shirt

making you look at him, he whispers "this is our little secret 'kay? be a good boy and keep it to yourself... and maybe next time I'll fill you up till there's a bump.." his hand on your lower abdomen "riiight here~"

he plants a kiss on your forehead before cleaning your up, the sun has risen

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#leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy smut #re4 smut #ftm reader #m! reader #male reader #nomercyanywhereliterature

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slowbison · 10 months

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Heyy!! I love your writing and was wondering if I could request a Resident Evil 4, Leon S. Kennedy x male reader. Reader and Leon always had that little competition between them, always trying to be better than the other which lead to them not liking each other. They got sent to various missions together but always ended up fighting with each other on how to do things instead of focusing on the mission. It just didn’t work between them. Additionally, Reader is sarcastic and acts a bit like an a-hole sometimes, flirts with Leon in a joking way and Leon just can't stand that.

a/n: you plot stuff down like me (T-T)7 except yours makes more sense and less sporadic. for inspo on reader i used baptise/cassidy from overwatch (if ya know the game, i personally am a rein main, love the big guy)

Bottom! Leon S. Kennedy x Top! Male Reader

words: 3.7k

warnings: hand jobs, praising, nsfw, leon is going through it with reader

The air was moist when the car dropped you into the woods. You were assigned as a back up to an agent in ensuring the rescue of the president's daughter as the villagers proved to be much more troublesome than they thought. At first you weren’t interested in the mission, citing it as not challenging enough for your skills. But when they mentioned the agent already deployed was no other than Condor One, you agreed without any hesitation.

Condor One, or better known as Leon Kennedy, was your greatest rival yet amazing partner; if only you two could get along that is. The higher ups had always placed you and Leon as teammates due to the impressive career history. Both were top of the police academy, senses far sharper than the average agents and able to complete missions despite the numerous unknown factors. Which is why you were both often paired up. But what they didn’t know was how much fuel they fed the flames of competition between you two and how long time was spent arguing rather than maintaining focus on the task.

Leon for one, couldn’t stand your arrogance citing the times you would dismiss his suggestions with your own better option or making decisions on your own, leaving him to “pick up your mess”. Much less the many times you were more focused on teasing him or flirting in the middle of an intense situation.

On the other, you found it entertaining to annoy the blonde, enjoying the banter following after.

Worse was when you both started fighting over who gets to open the door first for the other, Chris lost brain cells hearing this story. Least to say that you both always miraculously managed to complete the mission, receiving high praise while the field agents tasked with providing information through both of the men's earpiece quietly cringed inside.

A smile grew on your lips as you made your way into the woods. “Now, where could you be, little puppy.”

The woods weren’t much of an issue to navigate as you walked up to a muddy path that led to what appears to be a desolated home. Cracks formed on the outer shell while flies circled around a heap of trash, possibly dead carcasses. You had been warned that these people didn’t treat strangers from the outside world kindly and kept your guard on as you moved closer.

With a gun in your hand, you entered the home and scanned around the dimly lit room. Blood splattered the wall, trailing to two dead bodies of what appears to be the cultists villagers mentioned from field operators' information. One appeared to be an old man whose throat was slit and the other riddled with bullet holes in the head. Picking up one of the empty shells on the ground, you found that it to be the same as your own ammo — meaning only one thing.

“Heheh, you’re still around here somewhere, huh?” You murmured, a slight grin on your face.

From the countless times you’ve spent working and being with Leon, you were rather knowledgeable with how the man shoots. Partially because you wanted to beat him at weapon handling in the academy, but from the many times your eyes lingered on every move he made.

The way his arms flexed as he held his gun, steadying it against the recoil or when he slightly pouted his lips to focus more on the target while your mind kept wondering how they’d feel if their attention was directed elsewhere…

Needless to say, you consider yourself an expert when it comes to the man and the knowledge proved useful today.

The grin dropped as soon as loud banging followed by heavy footsteps could be heard down the hall. Three rather angry looking villagers came crashing through a door, jabbing their axes and pitchforks at you before charging. You sighed, already having to deal with nuisances and shot at two of their kneecaps causing them to fall on the floor, quickly moving to punching the one still running square in the face — switching to your own combat knife, slitting the man’s throat.

The two villagers staggered their way to you, but you threw the now-dead third villager into them, crashing them both back onto the floor. You watched for a moment as they squirmed on the ground, reloading your gun before popping a bullet in between their heads, sending them to the next life. Sighing as it proved right that this mission wasn’t a match for your skills, but the thought of working with Leon lifted your spirits and made your way out of the home through the back door — marching into the forest.

Passing through the woods once more, going over a shoddy built bridge, you arrived at the main entrance of the village hidden behind a large door. Along the way you found more and more bodies, leading you closer to the man’s possible location. Hiding behind a pile of rocks, you watched as the villagers mindlessly yelled and prayed around a burning cross with a burn man tied.

Not wanting to watch for much longer, you moved further in, crouching as you rolled to hide behind a wall. Taking a moment to collect yourself, you sensed that there was a possible threat around the corner — most likely a villager.

Pausing for a moment to hear any movement made, an opportunity showed itself as the villager peeked at your corner only to be quickly pushed against the wall, gun clicking to the back of their head ready to shoot. You faltered as you realized who was at the end of the barrel, your grip on the gun easing, but a devious smile crawled on your face.

“Guess who, doll.”

The man tensed and immediately broke free from your hold, attempting to kick you at the side, one which you caught in your arm effortlessly.

“C’mon this ain’t no way to greet your partner Leon, dont’cha miss me?” You quipped, the man releasing his foot from your grasp. Leon huffed, moving back to peeking behind the wall, eyeing the villager’s for any reaction to the sudden noise.

“Just my luck I had to be paired up with you, was everyone out on break or what.” He spat, turning to finally address you.

Out of everyone they could have possibly sent out as assistance, he didn’t understand why they would send someone barely qualified to rescue the president's daughter. It just had to be a joke. You softly laughed, shaking your head at the man.

“Ouch, that hurts to hear Lee. I think we make quite the team, yeah? So long as you follow my lead, of course.”

Leon felt himself slowly losing his sanity the more he listened to you talk and moved to hide behind another home, you trailing after him. The first meeting didn’t seem to be going very well as the man decided to ignore your existence as he ran past homes, only turning to glare at you to ensure you were still real, smiling and waving as he turned.

So your brilliant mind decided that it was time to hit him with the old Y/n charm as you adjusted your clothing, wiping at the imaginary dirt. Clearing your throat and moving closer, whispering softly, “If it’s anything worth, you look great. Even if you got a little dirt on ya cheek.”

“Would you shut up for one second while I concentrate?” Leon hissed. You grinned, enjoying his reaction.

“If you’re having trouble, why don’t you leave this to me, doll? I’ll get us outta this shithole quick.”

“I don’t need your help, just shut up and stay-“

You quickly wrapped an arm around the man’s shoulder, pulling him close to your chest and fired your gun at the villager that had silently crept onto him — body falling lifelessly to the floor.

Leon snapped his head at the body before turning to meet your gaze on him, a sly smirk slowly spreading. “This is the part where you say thank you, sugar.”

The man grumbled before pushing you down, firing at the man on the floor who began convulsing, sprouting tentacles from his head. Ensuring the man was dead, Leon turned to face you with a smirk on his face.

“Guess we’re even now, huh darling?”

Your eyes slightly widened as the man referred to you with a pet name, something he never does and by the look on his face, he must’ve realized what he said. Though you could barely see it, a hit of red dusted his cheeks as he hid himself from you. You were about to tease the man some more when you heard the sound of many villagers walking in your direction, probably from the sounds of your arguing and guns.

“I’m afraid we’ll have to continue our little chat later, love. Maybe we could go out to dinner after all this.”

“I’d rather play bingo with these people than having to go on a date with you.”

“Oh?, never said it’d be a date, but if you insist.”

Leon let out an annoyed huff as he began firing at the villagers appearing, alternating between his combat knife to reserve ammunition. Overwhelmed by the sheer amount, you began busting through homes and fired at ones that broke in. The real challenge being a chainsaw wielding maniac that absorbed bullets like a sponge, barely reacting except for some staggering here and there.

Soon, the battle was over as many of the villagers lay dead at your feet as the last one standing was the chainsaw man who collapsed to the floor, blood painting the ground.

You and Leon shared a long stare as you both caught your breath from the long fight. Gaze landing on his lips while he scanned over your body before landing on your own mouth. You felt yourself pull closer to him and licked your lips while the other stayed still, eyes still focused on you. Only for the moment to be ruined, just as you were so close to him that his field operator Hunnigan, called asking for a progress report on the mission. You groaned as the blonde pulled away, speaking to the woman before turning to face you.

“Let’s go, they’ve got Ashley trapped in some big building up ahead.”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get this over with. I’ve got a date to attend after this.”

Leon let out a defeated sigh and walked off, following the dirt path as you joined him at his side, chatting as you both dealt with more villagers. Though the talking stopped as you both ran into a tied up Spaniard who you later learned his name was Luis after being thrown into a wall and awakening tied up in a room.

A bit of jealousy flared within you as the man, eyes lingered far too long for your liking on Leon. Feeling dissipating once the man ran off, throwing the key which you caught and removed the chains from your hands as well as Leon’s. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to befriend that man or eliminate him as a possible contender for Leon.

Either way, it didn’t matter as you and Leon continued the search for Ashley after traversing the village, buying items from a strange hooded man, fighting an overweight mutant pet fish and finally arriving at a church where it’s believed to imprison the woman.

The first encounter, much like your own with Leon, was a short fight that ended with her screaming before calming down and thanking you both for rescuing her.

“I’m so sorry for attacking you. I-I thought you were one of them.” She said softly, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Yeah we look like decrepit old men and got the whole cultist gear going for us,” You scoffed, the woman meekly apologizing once more. Leon punched your shoulder and moved to place a gentle hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about him, he’s just an asshole. We’ll get you home, promise.”

Ashley gave a faint smile and nodded, seemingly feeling a little bit better at his words. You huffed, turning to walk out the church doors only to shut them at the sight of a large mob of villagers outside.

“If you two are done gossiping about me, we’ve got company.”

Leon rolled his eyes, warning Ashley to carefully follow them and equipped his gun. You pushed open the doors, alerting the mob that began shouting — a fight ensued.

The mob proved to be overwhelming as your group slowly backed into a corner after making it outside, forcing you all to run for cover. Ashley desperately tried to keep between you and Leon, but was caught by a few villagers that dragged her back to the crowd. A shrill scream was all you heard as they ran off with Ashley, most likely to another building to imprison her in.

“Ashley!” Leon yelled, aiming for one of the villagers that held her arms. You quickly turned to look at the man, alternating between hand-to-hand combat and firing your gun at villagers surrounding you. Your eyes widening as one of the knife wielding villagers rushed to impale the unsuspecting man.

“Fuck, Leon! Watch out!”

Leon turned to dodge and hissed as the blade struck the side of his torso, blood gushing from the wound. Swiftly roundhouse kicking the villagers around you, you went to pick up the man and ran as he fired shots at the mob chasing.

You both managed to lose the horde after hiding in a dense thicket, holding your breaths as the villagers ran over your head. Your arm wrapped around the injured man’s shoulder while the other held out a gun. Once the sounds of the horde began to die down, you directed your attention back to the man who let out soft groans of pain. A mixture of worry and anger swept over you as you helped him to his feet.

“What the hell was that Leon!” You spat at him, putting an arm around his waist, helping ease his balance. “You could’ve gotten stabbed! Use that damn head of yours smartass.”

Leon grit his teeth in anger before letting out a painful hiss. “Our mission is to save Ashley no matter the cost, you should’ve chased after them instead of being here, asshole.”

“Fat chance we’ll save her if we both get hurt and I’m not going to leave you here bleeding out.”

“Since when did you care about me?”

“I’ve always cared, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“Goddamnit, you’re always so hard to tell. I can never figure-“

You crashed your mouths together, teeth clacking. Leon let out a surprised noise but he didn't let it deter him from returning the kiss — threading his fingers into your hair, licking into your mouth. The kiss turned increasingly desperate as you pulled him close, not wanting to separate from each other’s lips for even a moment. Though eventually, the lack of much needed air forced you apart, bumping your head against his as you stared into his eyes.

“Can you figure that out, puppy?” You quipped, trialing your hands over his ass, kneading the mound in your hands.

Leon pressed himself against your chest and hovered his lips over yours.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

Not wanting to waste anymore time talking, you decided that your body could do it for you. Attacking his lips once more, tongues dancing together as you pressed him against a tree. Slotting your leg between his, feeling the blonde’s own hardness grind down on you. Leon’s soft muffled moans slipped past the gaps in the kiss, locking his arms behind your head to steady himself as he humped your leg.

The sound of the forest drowned in the background as the kiss got more heated, lips swollen, breathing heavy against each other — mind swimming in fog lustful daze. Trailing from his lips to his neck, you marked the man, leaving dark marks littered on his pale skin.

Leon clasped a hand on his mouth, hoping to suppress the drawled out moans and whining as he continued grinding on your leg.

“Shit, ah- not enough, need more please,” He whined, digging a hand into your shoulder before hissing at the pain from his side, blood still seeping into his clothes.

“Take it easy there doll. I've got you, I’ll make it quick alright?”

Leon groaned and nodded, pushing himself onto the tree — shoots of pain and pleasure coursing through him. Not wanting to prolong his suffering, you worked off his belt along with your own and brought the hard shafts together after freeing them of their confinement. Both letting out a soft groan as you started off with gentle stroking that got increasingly faster and tighter. Thumbing over the slits, letting the precum act as lube, making it

Leon threw his head back and arched his back, feeling the pleasure overwhelm the pain from the wound festering at his side.

“Yes, fuck yes, I’m close k-keep going please.. ah!”

Denying the man felt unacceptable, especially when he was begging so nice just for you. A satisfied grin emerged from your face as you continued working on bringing you both to climax.

“You look so damn pretty right now doll. Can’t wait to see what you’d look like when I fuck that tight ass of yours.” You panted into his ear, tugging at your cocks in your hand, leaving the blonde a sobbing mess in his hand.

“You’ll be good for me won’t you? I’ll make sure you can’t walk right for a week.”

A shudder traveled up Leon’s spine at the thought of returning back to the country only to be fucked into oblivion, feeling the ache of your thrusts all week. The fact it would be from his own rival no less, one that he swore up and down to never get involved with unless forced to. He didn’t know what was worse, the idea that he wanted nothing more than to submit to the same man that frustrated him to no-end or that is exactly what he felt missing in all the interactions shared with you.

Leon’s moan became louder as he started realizing the feelings he refused to acknowledge and buried his head into your neck, blush spreading across his face.

“I know you want it darling and I’ll make it a dream come true, now come for me.” You whispered into his ear, tightening your hand even more that proved to be enough for the man to spill.

The blonde concealed his broken cries into your neck as he came, coating your hand before dripping to the ground. You soon followed after and gently jerked the last few spurts of cum, stopping to wipe your hand on the tree, tucking you and him back into its restraints.

Leon panted heavily against your neck, heart rate dropping as he caught his breath. You placed soft kisses along his neck, moving your head over his.

“I’m serious when I say this Leon, let’s get that dinner and make it a date. I want us to be more than just.. rivals.”

Leon bit his lip in thought, conviction flicking between his eyes as he stared into yours. Gaze softening before speaking, “Alright then, but I’ve had enough seafood right now. I can still smell that thing’s breath.”

You laughed, bringing up a hand to rub a gentle thumb over his cheek. “I know this killer place downtown with a nice view, no seafood menu too.” You murmured, removing a strand of hair from his lips.

Leon softly smiled and leaned into your touch. “I’ll hold it to you then.”

A laugh escaped from both of you, only stopping when Leon hissed in pain, eyebrows furrowed as he bit back a groan. For a small moment, you both forgot that the man was still injured from a knife earlier and you quickly worked on fishing out some miraculous herbs. You weren’t too sure how they always helped heal such wounds, but it was the least of your concerns so long it worked. Digging out a large bandage to wrap around his torso, Leon stifled any pained noises.

You were slightly worried as the wound wasn’t anything deep, but it was a contender for possible stitches or better treatment than you could provide. Just how did the man ignore such pain during the heated moment shared between you two was beyond you. Unless..?

“Say you got a thing for pain or something?” You mused, a grin forming on your face as the man’s face flushed.

“What? No! I’m just used to getting hurt sometimes, this is nothing.” He huffed, pushing himself off the tree and adjusted his clothes, avoiding your pointed look.

“Is it also why you like it when I throw you on the ground back at the academy?”

Leon grit his teeth and shook his head, refusing to speak anymore unless he was to give away how he truly felt about being manhandled.

“Quit speculating and let’s get back to saving Ashley, again.”

You quietly laughed and made your way out of the thicket, returning back to focus on the operation. Though your mind couldn’t help wandering back to the man at times as you ran up to the new location they hid the girl in. Wanting nothing more but to end it quickly so you could spend more time with Leon than slaughtering villagers and cultists, even if you were good at it. A determined look set across your face as you watched from the door Leon helped free Ashley from her chains.

I’ll make sure we get out of here. No matter the cost.

a/n: yeah the reader is slightly psychotic when it comes to Leon at the end. i had thoughts of making a part two of this, but not all that sure. regardless of that, hope y’all liked this :]

if anyone’s interested, here’s a rough cut dialogue that i didn’t use.

“Think that merchant guy sells lube? Rather not hurt ya while we fuck doll, I can get pretty rough.” You grinned, watching the man’s cheeks burn.

“We are not fucking during a mission!”

“Damn, that was on my bucket list.”

Leon gave you a questionable stare.

“What? Why do you- forget it, I don’t want to know anymore.”

“C’mon, it’s a pretty good list and I just thought up a few more of what I could add.”

up next: reader request! Rocket x Male Reader. rocket isn’t fond of new people, more importantly a stranger that he’s to fight alongside with, but eventually comes around to you.

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yummyx1 · 5 months

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Leon Kennedy Audio

minors DNI-18+ ONLY.

Context: You finally managed to convince your boyfriend to go out drinking with you. Though, things turn weird when he ends up drinking too much and attracts a lot of attention. Worried, you take your boyfriend home, and boy oh boy. His personality does a 180, and you are ALL for it.

Script written by u/Musashinoya-

Audio made by-

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[Sweet Love] [Established Relationship] [Drunk] [Fingering] [Cunnilingus] [Kissing] [MSub] to [Gentle MDom] [Sweet Boyfriend] [Nerdy Boyfriend] [Caring] [Shy] to [Confident] [Creampie] [Drinking] [Slight Jealousy] [Binaural]

#leon kennedy #leon x reader #resident evil #resident evil leon #x reader #animation #blue lock #cute #digital art #kitty #audio post #p #m #c #aesthetic #f #w

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inarizqkis · 1 year

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pillow talk ㅡ l.k.

summary! in which leon wakes up to find you gone.

warnings! angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, leon had a nightmare, u have insomnia (ME), comfort, slight derealization, ooc leon

notes! THIS ISNT AS ANGSTY AS THE SUMMARY SAYS I PROMISE,, u guys should listen to hojean hes so cool and funny his music is so fire too ‼️‼️ also leon is my bbg 😍

edit: i tagged this wrong mb guys 😭 i was half asleep when i posted it LMAO

fem aligned/identifying dni

reblogs are appreciated! enjoy :)

leon looked for you everywhere. he felt like he was running in circles with how tired he was, but finally he found you. before he could get to you, the floor gave out, and you fell. before you could fall, leon grabbed your hand, trying desparately to pull you up, but you were slipping. he couldn't hear anything, not even his own words. it was dead silent, and it freaked him out.

'leon, it's okay.' he saw you mouth, and let go of his hand. shaking his hand, he grabbed your wrist tighter, and as fit as he was physically, it was like his arms were made of jelly. he was unable to lift you back up, and watched as you fell down, sobbing.

leon shot up in a cold sweat, panting heavily, tears gathering in his eyes before he wiped them away. he looked around the dim bedroom, only your light had been turned on, and he looked for you around the room. not seeing you in bed, he got up, his heart beating fast.

"babe..? where are you?" leon called out, searching the whole house for you, nearly in hysterics, looking on the balcony before you had stopped him, putting your hands on his shoulders gently.

"leon? what's going on, is everything alright?" you had asked worriedly, and leon sighed in relief, wrapping his arms around you, burying his head into your shoulder. you furrowed your brows, concerned, returning the hug gently.

"i.. i thought you-" leon sniffled, trying not to cry, eyes slightly watering. it was rare for him to be like this, so you just let him let it out, running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

"shh, shh, it's okay, just calm down, leon." you murmured, and he squeezed you tighter, afraid you would disappear, taking deep breaths.

"you.. i had this dream, and then when i woke up, you were gone.. i thought it.." leon explained, calming down slowly as he pulled away to look at you, eyes flitting over you; unable to focus on one thing, he was just making sure you were okay. his thick eyelashes were clumped together with tears and he was still unsure if this was real, flashes of his dream appearing in intervals.

"no baby, i'm right here. always." you reassured, combing through his hair gently, looking into his eyes. you took his calloused hand into yours, pressing your palms flat together.

"see? look, leon. remember what we practiced?" you said, and leon nodded, his breathing slowing down and his fingers gently intertwined with yours, squeezing your hand gently, wanting to be sure for himself you weren't just a figment of his imagination.

"thank you.." leon replied, now calmer, not as panicked as he was a few minutes ago. you smiled, kissing his hand gently, and led him back to the bedroom, while he followed you like a puppy.

"are you okay?" you asked softly, rolling to the side and turning off the dim light. he nodded, laying on your chest, still holding your hand.

"yeah.. i think so." leon mumbled, so quietly you had to strain to hear it. you kissed his head gently, your thumb rubbing his hand gently.

the two of you layed there until the sun rose, and you continued to lay there when leon fell asleep once more, combing your fingers through his blonde hair.

#Spotify #x male reader #m!reader #oneshot #male reader #inarizqkis #reqs open #resident evil #resident evil x male reader #leon kennedy x male reader #re4 leon #re4 remake

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mushrubes · 4 months

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A date

Masterlist | Resident Evil masterlist

Requested : yes

'Hii, can I request a RE6 Leon Kennedy scenario with the prompt “Let’s go out. Just the two of us”, it can be about the reader and Leon being work partners for a long time, sometimes after missions they go out and drink with other people from the work. In one of those hangings reader invites him to go on a date or something like that.

Reader doesn’t necessarily have to be so flirty it can be more of a idk awkward? Like, when you’re about to ask someone out but never have done it before so things kinda turn awkward but cute'

Pairing : Leon Kennedy x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 1.9k

Content: Swear words, mutual pinning, slightly ooc :)

Have a great day !! <3

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You'd just gotten back from a mission with the group, all of you agreeing to meet at the local bar to celebrate how successful the mission had been. You'd been the last to show up with Jill, greeting Chris and Carlos who were sat at the table. Your eyes wandered around the room, looking for a certain blonde, unable to find him. You were searching around for Leon when you heard that familiar voice to your left. "I'm right here," he spoke in a soft, calming voice, a slight smile on his face. He had a beer in one hand and his other hand rested in his pocket. "who said I was looking for you?" You teased jokingly, looking at your long-time work partner, trying to hide the flush on your cheeks.

"I can read you like an open book. I knew exactly what you were thinking when you walked in." Leon chuckled, taking a sip from his beer. He looked over at you, staring at you for a moment before speaking again. "You know, it's always a joy to see you." he responded, his voice genuine. "It's always a joy to see you too. How's your arm holding up?" You asked softly, looking over the bandage. Leon followed your gaze to the wound on his arm. "Oh, it's just a scratch, nothing I can't handle" Leon chuckled, looking up at you, his eyes shining with emotion. "I know I've told you this before, but I just have to say, you look absolutely beautiful tonight." He complimented, eyes soft. Leon looked at you , his eyes starting to glaze over, he was becoming infatuated with you all over again. he looked away for a second, a light blush forming on his cheeks. "Um, thank you. You're sweet. You should know that." He chuckled before finishing off his beer.

"Hey, uh..."You paused, your nerves getting the best of you. You took a deep breath, wiping your sweaty palms on your sides. Leon raised an eyebrow, looking back at you "Yes?" he gave you a soft, gentle smile as he waited for your response, listening intently to every word you would say. "Let's go out. Just the two of us." you got out, cheeks tinted. Leon felt his heart skip a beat as he heard you suggest a date. He took a minute to collect himself, trying to come up with a response "That sounds… that sounds amazing to me. I would love to go out as just the two of us. When were you thinking? Saturday night?" he paused for a second, his eyes glued to you, waiting on their response. Leon smiled as he looked at you, their quick response caught him off guard, but the fact that their was so excited made everything all the better

"Well, it looks like I have a date with the prettiest person in the city this Saturday night. I'm gonna have to think of something special to do for you."

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The cool autumn breeze and dark, cloudy sky made the entrance to the haunted corn maze even more creepy. Faint screams from participants could be heard from the corn maze. Leon wanted to visit a spooky attraction with you. He thought it was the perfect date idea considering Halloween was just around the corner. He turned to look at you and gave you an excited smile. His hand found yours and interlocked them together, squeezing gently. “Don’t be afraid to grab onto me if you get too scared.” he assured, a smug grin on his face as he looked down at you. "You're more likely to grab onto me." You teased, grinning at him.

Leon grinned at your sassy remark. “Oh, is that right?” He said, a challenge in his voice. The pair of you walked hand in hand into the corn maze. Shadows cast by the low sun rays made the atmosphere seem even more ominous. The sweet scent of fall air wafted by your nose. Leon noticed the nervous tension in you and his voice softened. “It’s alright. I’m right here,” he assured, thumb rubbing your hand. "I know, I know," you said softly, smiling weakly at him. He squeezed your hand gently and smiled as you looked up at him. The pair of you walked through the corn maze. You felt his strong presence next to you, making you feel safe. Leon noticed some movement between the corn stalks. “Ready to be scared?”

You nodded, gripping his hand slightly tighter. Leon chuckled softly as you squeezed his hand, showing your nervousness while waiting for a scare. Leon had a teasing grin as you both made your way deeper into the maze. The screams from other participants got louder the more the two of you walked deeper into the maze. Leon looked at the corn behind you, noticing movement between the stalks, a sign of an upcoming scare. As the two of you walked, Leon slowed down a bit.

He noticed you start to tense up, and heard you let out a sharp inhale when you saw movement behind the corn. Leon gripped your hand tightly, a signal for you to stay close and follow him out of range of whatever was hiding within the corn. You couldn't see exactly what was behind there, but its shape was enough to cause you to feel a slight chill. Leon squeezed your hand again and led you out of the maze, making sure to stay close to you in case of any scare attacks from any side - neither of you noticed the clown approaching behind.

Leon stayed vigilant as you continued to walk the corn maze. You both kept your senses sharp, waiting for a scare to happen anytime. As you were both focusing on the front, both of you failed to notice the clown sneaking up behind you. The clown was very adept at sneaking up on unsuspecting visitors. It was a skill that the workers in the maze were notorious for. The clown had now positioned itself behind the two of you. It was so quiet that it managed to slip right behind you without an inch of detection.

Now it was just waiting for the right moment. The clown stayed still, staying silent and waiting for the right moment. It was looking right at you. The clown's breath was now visible due to the temperature change. You could feel its presence behind you, just waiting. Both a good and bad feeling. Leon was still keeping a close eye on the front and behind him, not noticing that the clown had managed to slip behind you. The clown raised its head as if to check if anyone was looking at it. It made its move now, raising a blood-stained machete up into the air.

Leon noticed you started to scream. He heard a loud metallic sound, that must have been the machete that the clown had just swung at you. Leon acted fast, rushing towards you and tackling you away from the clown. The machete came crashing down on the corn maze, slicing right through the stalks. Leon quickly dragged you both towards the exit, the clown was still chasing after you both. Leon pushed the both of you against the maze wall, your backs pressed against the hard surface.

You were shaking slightly, cheeks pink from embarrassment at your fear. Leon looked at you and squeezed your hand reassuringly. The sudden adrenaline had caused him to start getting into his work mode, but his look of concern remained. He noticed the trembling in you and smiled a little, finding it somewhat cute. He noticed the pinkness in your cheeks from the embarrassment of fear and chuckled softly. "You okay?" He asked, looking away to check if the clown was nearby before turning his attention back to you.

You nodded, intertwining your hands and walking out of the maze with him, too embarrassed to speak. The two of you exited the small haunted corn maze, breathing heavily from the scare. Leon looked at you and smiled at the pinkness in your cheeks from the blush of embarrassment. He squeezed your hand as he looked down at you and chuckled. "You shouldn't feel embarrassed for being scared. Everybody has fears." He reassured you. "And it wasn't just you who that clown managed to surprise too. At least 25 people have reported seeing that thing just today. It's a professional at sneaking up on people."

"Still-" you sighed softly, looking at the ground. Leon noticed the defeat and disappointment in your tone. He was still holding onto your hand and looked down at you. He smiled reassuringly. "There's no shame whatsoever in admitting that you got scared. Everybody has fears, just like I do. And even if you're embarrassed, the fact that you've managed to keep your cool and go on this date with me says something about your character." He said, squeezing your hand softly. You smiled, walking with him away from the maze. "What do you wanna do now?"

Leon thought for a few seconds, contemplating what to do next. He wanted to do something that wasn't related to horror or anything spooky, considering what just happened at the corn maze. He had a sudden idea for the date. "How about I take your mind off that scare and we visit the pumpkin patch?" He asked, looking you in the eyes. "..yeah. we could get two and carve pumpkins tomorrow?" you suggested, grinning at him. Leon smiled a little and laughed at the thought of carving pumpkins together. “Definitely.” He said, still amused by the thought. He squeezed your hand and his expression went from amusement to seriousness as he had an important question to ask. “Can I ask you a serious question?”

"go ahead." You nodded as you headed to the pumpkin patch. Leon had been enjoying the fun-loving and cheerful side of you that he had seen throughout the date, but his expression changed to one of seriousness as he looked over at you during the journey to the pumpkin patch. “I know it's a little early to ask, but I was wondering if we could go out on another date? We've had a lovely date so far, especially with the little horror element in the haunted corn maze, and I'd like to know if we could keep seeing each other.” His cheeks were a light pink, eyes full of love. "I'd…I'd love to go on another date with you. I enjoy hanging out with you - more than just being your partner at work." you giggled, squeezing his hand.

Leon's expression brightened once this had registered in his brain. He was delighted! He thought that he would be too pushy if he asked you to be official already, so being told that you'd like to continue seeing him was the most perfect answer he could have received. "Awesome!" He said, squeezing your hand with enthusiasm, "Well, now that you mention work, I was going to ask you something else." You tilted your head in curiosity, silently telling him to keep going.

"Would you maybe… Be interested in maybe being my partner?" He asked, a little uneasy because he didn't want to be too pushy or too fast in asking. "Don't feel obligated to answer immediately. We can see each other for a little while longer in a romantic context before you decide if you want to commit. Just a proposal from me for consideration in the future if you do end up having feelings for me." Leon said. Your cheeks went red and you grinned at him, eyes full of adoration.

"I'd love to."

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gaybatmanenthusiast · 4 months

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WHISPERS IN THE NIGHT (oneshot)

(LEON S. KENNEDY X GN! READER)

⋆★ word count : 387 (that’s so short sorry☹️)

⋆★ warnings : n/a!

⋆★ summary : you and leon start talking while ashley sleeps, and you start talking about your old dreams

⋆★ extra : new theme, new year, new me😍 (I’m gonna be more active sorry guys😞)

The night was quiet, and Ashley had finally fallen asleep not too long ago, exhausted from the day's events. Leon and you found yourselves sitting by her side, keeping watch over her. In the stillness of the moment, you’d both began to talk about your lives before the apocalypse took over.

Leon leaned back, staring into the distance. "You know, before all of this, I really wanted to be a detective. I wanted to make a difference, to protect as many people as I could and bring justice to those who needed it."

You nodded, a wistful smile on your face. "I can see that. This whole time we’ve been together, you’ve been a great leader Leon. You would have made a great detective. ”

Leon chuckled softly. "Thanks. But what about you? What did you want your life to be like?" his gaze shifted to look into yours.

You pondered for a second, It’d been a long time since you’d thought about your dreams. “It might sound silly but, I really wanted to be a veterinarian. I wanted to care for animals, nurse them back to health, and be their voice when they couldn't speak for themselves. It felt like my calling."

Leon's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Thats not silly at all (M/N), I could see you being really great at that. You’re quite passionate about animals.”

A faint blush dusted your cheeks at the small praise. “You think so? Maybe one day, when all of this is over, I could still pursue that dream." It was a silly thing to say, but hope was the only thing you truly had left in this world.

Leon reached out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I believe in you. Don't let the chaos and darkness of this world extinguish your dreams. We'll find a way to make them come true, just you wait."

You both shared a hopeful smile, your heart warmed up at his words. It was a nice thing to think about, being able to go back to the way things used to. As the night wore on, you continued to talk about your other smaller dreams, your hopes, and the future you’d want to build. It was a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, there was still room for hope.

#writers on tumblr #male reader #x male reader #x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #m! reader #gender neautral reader

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astraxxei · 4 months

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I'm happy to see you're back pookie :)

Speaking of Leon from RE, I want him to put me in a chokehold with those big arms of his. I guess that's my request? Sorry for being immediately horny.

CHOKEHOLD ᶠᵗ : ˡᵉᵒⁿ ᵏᵉⁿⁿᵉᵈʸ.

Warnings: Suggestive. Young minors DNI.

You and Leon are on a mission together for the first time, a mission to neutralize an abandoned building from the infected and retrieve a lost item from there. However, the whole situation with you two just walking around to search the first floor of the building and Leon being, without a doubt, extremely annoyed from having the most annoying brat, in his opinion, to ever work at the R.P.D. as his partner for the mission, is extremely entertaining for you. You wanted to see just how mad he could get, because you found it so attractive. The way his large, strong frame towered over your small and vulnerable figure ignited something inside you that you never even knew existed. You couldn't help but imagine him growling in your ear...

Leon scoffs and grunts in annoyance at your lively and mischievous attitude.

"We are on a very serious mission. Quit acting like an infant."

However, you just giggle and continue behaving exactly like he hated. You play around with his nerves. You pretend to purposefully kick a bunch of metal pipes to make noise that will attract the zombies. Leon exhales in desperation. He doesn't know what to do with you.

Minutes later, you both arrive at the center of the building. On a dusty desk, you find the old, shiny antique - ish item you're supposed to retrieve and return to the R. P. D. Leon reaches out his hand to take it, but with a grin, you snatch it and quickly climb up to damaged window up high, staring at him with this smile of yours.

"Hey! Y/n, what the hell do you think you're doing! We're on this mission together!"

However, his words have no impact on you whatsoever. You're extremely curious on how he's going to react.

"Aww, but what if I tell everyone that I found it first and that I'm more worthy of recognition. What are you going to do? Huh, Leon?"

You immediately knew you went too far when you felt his hand grab your leg and pull you off, and when as soon as you got up, you saw him slide behind you with a swift movement and wrap his strong, muscular arm around your neck.

He leans near your ear. You keep a tight hold on the item, holding onto it for dear life. You hear his heavy breathing and his voice roughening, as his huge arm feels so tight around your small neck you almost feel like you're going to pass out. His tall figure holds you up in place firmly, your feet not touching the ground anymore. You sway your legs slightly and let out a little whimper. Even though you can barely breathe, you can't say that you didn't want this to happen. He smiles and whispers near your ear.

"You though that I'd let you annoy me since we got in the car. Who do you think I am?"

You let out an audible breath, looking in his direction. His grip is tight, but not too tight, just enough to keep you conscious.

"Now apologize, y/n, and don't make this any harder for you dear. This would have never happened if you didn't make me mad...But oh, you look like, you wanted this after all... Didn't you, y/n? What a filthy boy you are."

Your head is spinning, and your heart is beating rapidly. Your fingers release the item and it falls to the ground. You nod your head eagerly, letting out little whimpers and short breaths.

"I- I'm s- sorry...I- I won't..do it again- nghh..."

Hearing your exclamation, he lets go of your neck and puts you to the ground. He towers over you and grins, ruffling your hair softly as he sees your pretty face flushed red and hearing your erratic breaths.

"Good. Now be a good boy and behave. I promise I will reward you if you're good and actually useful. If not, I will punish you. Got it?"

Looking into his eyes with heart shaped ones, you nod your head. You never imagined that he would make you so flustered. Let alone, that you would end up being this worked up because of him.

~ ♡ ~

a/n: I AM DISRESPECTFULLY FOAMING IN THE MOUTH.

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zzzzombieboy · 10 months

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Leon Kennedy

Headcannons

just things that I think abt Leon

listens to Linkin Park for sure, fav song is probably no more sorrow or in the end (he likes the basic songs i’m telling u) also DEFINITELY listens to Three Days Grace, doesn’t have a fav song tho

he was obsessed with guitar hero for a little bit and he got really good at it when it came out but then stopped playing and now can’t even fc a song on easy mode

sleeps on his stomach with his face to the right side

if you like a movie he doesn’t like he will act like you’re a swine and bring it up all the time to make fun of you

doesn’t have a bed frame, sleeps on two mattresses stacked on top of each other

he is so bland and probably has like one thing on his wall, the rest of his room is bright white with stains on it

doesn’t like sour candy

never talked much in high school, probably only had like 3 friends each year

terrible hearing, absolutely awful (from all the guns he’s shot INDOORS)

used to LOVE zombie movies as a kid and obviously he is not a big fan of them anymore

loves atari games like centipede or tetris but he can’t stand playing space invader for some stupid reason

he loves a good, horrible, greasy, poorly cooked fast food burger

has so many shirts but like 3 pairs of pants

very unorganized work locker, probably stinks too

he only knows one way to tie a tie, and it’s very simple so all of the ties he wears go somewhat past his waist

used to be a little thief and stole issues of comics from the gas station and then giggle about it once he got out of the store, he always got caught though

he is so stingy about his money, the only extravagance he has is really expensive leather jackets (or the jacket that he wore in the re4 remake that was like $1000)

doesn’t fold his laundry he just jams it into his drawers

DYES HIS HAIR!!!! he dyes his hair he was born in 77 he is 46 he has to be graying at this point

gay king 👑 (i don’t CARE that he asks women out in the movies to me he is just so hungry and wants dinner so bad)

he wears his dog tags under his shirts so they don’t get damaged

he sucks so bad at driving because he missed like 8 days of drivers ed and had to retake the test like 4 times before he passed

also he didn’t have anyone to practice with so he just kinda winged it

doesn’t know how to reply to compliments so he just goes “ok 🙂”

texts with his pointer finger and not his thumbs

he’s bad at keeping secrets but not in the way that he’s an instigator, he just forgets that the person he’s talking to isn’t also in on the secret and will randomly blurt it out like common knowledge

bad at cooking, nobody ever taught him and he is really stubborn and doesn’t wanna learn

he’s an atheist but has weird religious trauma so he’s like scared that god exists but doesn’t believe in one

we all know he’s corny and says stupid shit and i think when he comes across a cookie he goes “don’t mind if i do 😏” then has a little nibble, puts it down and forgets about it

he likes german shepards

doesn’t understand modern art

likes taking personality quizzes that ask him really obscure things

ok that’s it tell me if u agree or u want a part 2 or something ok bye

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z0mb13-b0y · 8 months

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Leon Kennedy x M! Reader HCs

RE4 Leon:3

⚠️: Mostly Fluff, Slight NSFW

TW: None.

• He loves leaving all of his weight on you, laying ontop and cuddling you is the best.. he loves just wrapping his arms around your back.

• Sometimes he'll just lay on your stomach with his arms around you with your thighs on either side of him, its calming for him just to lay with his boyfriend comfortably.

• If your smaller than he is he loves just comparing everything, whether it's your hand size or even shoe size he just loves how small you are so you can fit comfortably whilest you cuddle.

• Sometimes just to get you flustered if your cooking or doing anything really he'll come up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, laying his head ontop of yours.

• Hes not a particularly loud snorer but the nights you both drink together or hes just a little tipsy he'll lay in the most uncomfortable position and fall asleep like that whilest snoring like a siren, but if you've been drinking you'll adapt to how he sleeps and you start doing the same.

• Sometimes he calls you the most foul pet names just to frustrate you, names like "pumpkin", "sweetie pie" and "cupcake" make you absolutely recoil and he loves using them against you even tho even saying them makes him recoil too but its all worth it.

• When you both clean the house together, he'll ask to blast the music throughout the house and it'll always start out with Linkin Park, sometimes you'll walk around the house and catch him doing lil dances and lip syncing the lyrics.

• After the first few months of living together he'll start begging for you both to get a cat together, specifically a black kitten.. he loves cats but black cats get the best of him.

• Other than trying to fraustate you with the horrendous pet names, most of the time he'll you give you sweet ones like 'Love' and 'Baby' but if he's feeling a little teasing he'll call you his babyboy.

• Tries to enjoy your interests just as much as you do and tries to watch/play them with you, sometimes if he spots it whilest he's out he'll buy a little keychain of your favourite character for you BUT he'll act suspicious about it before giving it to you because he always wants it to be a surprise.

• Everytime he wants to do something with you or goes out and you reject the idea he'll always try and do the puppy eyes hoping you'll change your mind, but if your serious about it he won't try anything and he'll accept your rejection.

• He can be quite quiet when it comes to going out with friends or your side of the family but he'll always light up after awhile or if you start conversations with him infront of everyone about things he's interested in, he'll immediately light up and talk about it all, smiling the whole time like a giddy child.

• Biting and kissing on his neck is a massive turn on for him, he'll immediately hold onto you tightly so you can stay in that position and keep doing it.

• Depending on his mood during the 'hanky panky', Leon will either praise you or desgrade you.. If he's praising you he'll call you a goodboy and tell you how well your taking him but if he's degrading you he'll use more degrading names like 'slut' and tell you that your taking him so good.

Im on holidays rn for my birthday‼️ (Tmr is my birthday:3) so I might not be focused on writing as much:C

#m!reader #x male reader #gay #leon x m!reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy hc #lgbtq #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #male reader

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hheaven-sentt · 4 months

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i'd be home with you

summary: this is where he finds he is safest | leon kennedy x gn!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: yearning, mentions of catholicism, intense softness, all comfort no hurt bb, first time L bomb, past trauma subtext, this one made me blush so there's a warning for that

notes: the wip as promised, posted when i should be in bed because i have class at nine am anyway ily | ao3

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Leon pushes through the apartment door, light from the hallway streaming in behind him into the dark living room. He doesn’t reach for the light, just closes the door behind him to remedy his fault. He toes his shoes off next to the door. He spies you asleep on the couch, curled beneath more than a few blankets. He smiles tiredly. His feet really hurt, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t give just to rest beside you. But he only has tonight and the wee hours of the morning.

With a sigh, he trudges over to the couch where you snore. He hates to do it, but he nudges you awake. You groan.

“What time is it?” you ask, voice hoarse. You don’t even open your eyes to see who it is; you already know.

“Just past midnight,” he says. You sigh, stretching your arms out above your head. He watches you carefully, like you’re performing for him. “Come to bed,”

“What time do you have to leave?” you ask, finally opening your eyes to gaze at him. He smiles softly.

“Around six,” he says.

You frown. “Wake me up when you get up to leave. I want to be able to see you go,”

He nods, then extends his hand to pull you free from the cushions on the couch. You silently protest for a moment, murmuring about how comfortable you are, but you eventually give in and let him haul you to your feet. You press a sleepy kiss to his cheek before walking around him toward the bedroom.

He follows you, because he would be stupid not to, and feels his bones loosen beneath his skin. You ooze comfort and simple pleasure. If he could take you with him everywhere, he would. He’s a selfish man when it comes to you; he wants to keep you beside him at all times, keep you hidden away in a place where only he can find you. He stares dreamily at you, watching you shuffle pillows and sheets as you prepare to slip between them for the night. You brush a few stray hairs from your eyes.

He’d gladly be sick for a hundred years if it were the disease you’ve given him. He smiles.

“What are you staring at?” you tease, grinning. He feels like he’s floating.

“Just admiring,” he says simply, softly, lovingly. You laugh and climb into bed. “Sometimes I feel like the luckiest guy in the world,”

You roll your eyes. “Quit being so sappy and come to bed,” you tease, reaching for the bedside lamp. He doesn’t deny you.

With as much speed as he can muster, he pulls his gear off. You watch him, hand hovering near the lamp. He’s clad in a pair of sweatpants in minutes, and finally, he joins you. It’s like coming home, getting into bed with you. It’s soft and gentle, he always knows what to expect. He tends to steal the blanket in the middle of the night and you respond by clinging to his shoulders like a backpack.

He’s staring at you again, he knows he is, but he would be a fool not to. You shut the lamp off finally, and you’re suddenly bathed in the moonlight streaming in through the windows. Your eyes reflect the light. This is where Leon finds he is safest. Beyond you, there is no Umbrella, no Raccoon City, nothing. He can only see you. He can only feel your fingers weaving between his, your lips against his cheek, your muttered words as you sink into the pillows. He never wants to leave, never wants to feel the ache of missing you ever again.

“How long will you be gone this time?” you ask quietly. He stiffens beneath you.

“A few weeks, probably,” he says. You sigh heavily. “But I’ll come home,”

“You better,” you say. He can feel your lips curl up into a small smile from where you rest against his bicep. It sends a shiver through him. “Who would keep me warm at night?”

He reaches over to pull you in closer, to stake some sort of claim upon you. “Nobody, I would hope,”

You laugh. “No one could replace you. You’re one of a kind,”

“You just like how I cook your eggs,” he mutters, but he’s smiling. He’s holding you steady against him, perfectly tucked into his side where you belong. At this moment, it feels like this will last forever, like morning will never come and he will never board a plane.

“That certainly is a plus,” you tease. He hums.

You’re asleep within minutes. He knows he will follow soon after, but he wants to hold onto the moment for a little bit longer. In this room, the world doesn’t exist. It’s just you and him. He wants it to be that way forever.

When he wakes, the sun is barely peeking over the horizon. He rolls out of your arms, tucking the duvet back into your side to keep you snug. His gear rolls back onto his body with little protest. The ache returns. Gently, he nudges you awake.

“Already?” you whisper. He fights a frown. “Don’t get lost out there,”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says.

You pull him in for a sleepy kiss, and that’s how he has to leave you. You turn onto your other side, facing the window where the birds are beginning to sing. He smooths a hand over your head before he turns out of the room. He leaves a little piece of his heart behind when he closes the front door behind him.

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It’s week two in some European city he can’t pronounce, and Leon is full of aching. His muscles feel heavy, his head constantly hurts, and he wants nothing more than to sit in your presence for a few minutes. A few minutes is all he needs.

He remembers how his mother would drag him to church on Sundays, half the service memorized and etched into her heart. Leon was always rather bored with it, often counting how many people were in the room and then imagining how many it would take stacked on top of each other to lift him to the ceiling of the church. The only part of service he liked was communion–his midday snack, if you will. More than anything, he remembers the way the pews felt beneath him, sturdy and hard against his legs as he desperately tried to stay still for the service lest his mother send him another warning glance. It’s how he feels now, sitting in the helicopter on his way home to you. He itches to move, to have the flight conclude so he may rush home to you. But Hunnigan is throwing looks in his direction, looks that tell him that even when he touches down, he won’t be home until at least tomorrow.

A sigh escapes him. It’s been much too long since he’s missed someone, and the fact that he misses you like this, right here and now, is almost too much for him to bear. What are you doing? What time is it there? Have you showered and gone to bed? Are you making dinner? He wants nothing more than to lean against the counter and watch you cook, or sit on the bathroom counter while you shower because he can’t bear to be away from you for long, or ask you questions about the movie you’re watching because he didn’t see the beginning of it.

His longing for you is a foreign concept. He doesn’t understand what you do to him to make him think in terms of you. He passes his time planning the next time he’ll get to see you, often creating grandiose fantasies in his mind about where you’ll go and what you’ll do. Sometimes, he takes you away to a remote island and you live in paradise for the rest of time. Other times, he has a normal life with a normal job, and he can give you life you deserve; a house on a quiet street in a sleepy town, maybe a couple kids, family dinners, and bedtime stories. Sometimes, the thought makes him sick, the fact that he can’t give you a normal life. But he pushes it away with the memories of the way you look at him, and that quiets him for a while.

Finally, after hours of yearning and waiting, he’s standing outside of your door. Even after spending his formative years surrounded by God and altars and psalms, he is not sure Heaven exists. But if it does, it could not compare to the interior of your apartment. His key gets stuck in the lock when he tries to open the door, excitement coursing through him. You come to his aide, like always.

He’s home earlier than he expected, honestly. It’s just past nine in the evening. You’re clad in an old pair of sweatpants and a shirt you stole from him. The sight of you makes him melt. He can barely allow himself to get his coat off before he’s pulling you into him, breathing you in like he’s been lost for air. You laugh into his chest, returning his embrace, and he feels lighter than he has in a long time.

“Missed you,” he mumbles into your hair. It makes you laugh again. He wishes he could play the sound back from memory.

“Missed you, too,” you say. “There’s some lasagna left on the counter if you want it. I don’t know how warm it is, though,”

He grins widely, pulling away from you for a half a second just so he can pull you back in for a kiss. It’s long and languid, easy and careful. It’s warm. It’s loving. When you break, you’re blushing, staring at him like he’s acting strange.

“You alright?” you ask, searching his eyes for anything that might be out of place. He just grins again.

“More than,” he says. You laugh again. “Lasagna sounds amazing,”

You chat to him about your last couple of weeks while he struggles to dig the lasagna out of the pan and onto a plate. Apparently, the girl at work that you hate had gotten fired. Leon couldn’t remember her name if he had a gun to his head. But you seem excited that she’s gone, and so he is too. He microwaves his lasagna for too long and burns his hand on the plate when he goes to take it out. But you’re quick to soothe. As the hiss of pain leaves his lips, you’re dragging him to the sink to run cool water over his hand. You chastise him for touching the plate, telling him he needs to be more careful.

“I love you,” he says. You freeze in place, halting your fretting over him. Your eyes pull to his in an instant, searching to see if he’s telling the truth. He is.

“Do you mean that?” you ask. His lips pull into a thin line, fear beginning to creep up in a flesh on his neck. His mom always told him that was his biggest tell.

“I do,” he promises. Your apprehension eases away from your features. The water is still running, it’s the only sound between you two. You take a deep breath.

“I love you,” you return, smiling softly.

All the years spent going to church prepared him to recognize divinity when it was presented to him, and he sees it finally. It appears to him in the form of you and your laughter, your caring nature and your freckled skin, your birthmark and your crooked tooth. He kisses you again, the love fuel to his movements. You laugh against his lips, peeling his soggy hand away from your cheek. When he pulls away, your hair is smeared against your face from where he’s wet it, but you’re laughing.

Maybe he can’t give you the future you deserve, at least not yet, but he can give you now. He can give you himself, and for right now, that is enough for you both.

#m writes #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #my fics #x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil fanfic #fanfic #fluff #re fluff

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nomercyanywhere · 7 months

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anon asked: can u write a quick fic of Leon head-locking his cute boy while he squirts all over his cock? pretty pretty please? (with rizz)

it all started with a messy make out sesh, Leon had just gotten home from a tough mission , he was completely tensed, his arms were dirty and wounded, he was clearly exhausted, but knowing him he'd definitely picky you over resting anytime

luckily, you knew just what to give him, a night of passionate love making right? wrong, after a couple of rounds in, you were the one feeling weary, you wanted to help him decompress a bit, but it felt like he was taking out his frustration on you

your mind had gone blank, and the next thing you know, his arms have wrapped themselves around your neck

his left arm around your throat and the right one behind your head, putting you in a headlock with his dick still buried deep inside you

"hey, if it gets too much, safe word's red okay?"

he says in a soft tone before violently pistoning his hips into your messy cunt, his balls hitting your clit caused more friction, with each plap, your pussy clenches around his thick cock sucking him in even more

the continuous intense humping into your hole, repeatedly hitting your g-spot had sent you into ecstacy

you could feel a twist starting to form on your tummy as you began rubbing your clit, desperate for release, his grunts grow louder, his thrusts become sloppy and fast

your legs tremble as liquid squirts out form your cunt, the sensation of it was heavenly, he came the same time you did, filling you up till hes certain that his cum got in your womb

"shit, made a mess on both of us you dirty boy"

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#leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy smut #re4 smut #ftm reader #m! reader #male reader #nomercyanywhereliterature

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aliorsboxostuff · 1 year

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MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS (TEMP) CLOSED !

Come check out my works bellow!

I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. I find them kind of weird for me to write so my fics are mostly 1st Person POV. I write most of my fics based off on Fixations that may last a couple weeks, months, years. If you've requested something but havent seen the fic, that might be because i've lost interest!

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut

Platonic or Romantic relationships

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST! Or, characters I will definitely write about if requested!

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

Tim Rockford (yes from the Ad)

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

MARVEL & XMCU

Miguel O'hara (ATSV)

Hobie Brown (Platonic/fluff only)

Pavitr Prabhakar (Platonic/fluff only)

Kurt Wagner (xmcu)

Loki Laufeyson

Bucky Barnes

Moon Knight System

Deadpool

Daredevil

Eddie and Venom (They come as a pair)

BULLET TRAIN

Tangerine

Ladybug

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands.

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!

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