Bluetiful

Leon Kennedy x Reader

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Ever since being with Leon, you always noticed his eyes.

Once was innocent, soft, and gullible.

Next was hard, too cynical for the average man his age, yet still benevolent.

Then dark, mysterious, a new kind of look only he could handle.

And now in your fifties, they'd become significantly lighter. Not in that sweet way you once knew, but practically blinding. Every time he opened them it was like you were opening your kitchen curtains in the morning, the sun was meant to be something to look forward to, but even in all it's magic and glory, you hated the way it impaired you.

You were cooking a simple breakfast, a new daily routine that started after quitting your field work to stay in the labs at DSO, more time landed on your hands to care for yourselves better. Leon sat on one of the kitchen island stools, sipping on that hot coffee like it didn't burn his tongue, you knew he would never admit that.

"And a toast for you..." Your kissed his cheek as you plated it in front of him, eggs and ham on the side — a classic easy meal.

"Thanks babe..." He muttered and quickly kissed your cheek back, the pads of his hands grazed your arms as you sat down before he started digging into the food. You watched him silently, breakfast was always a peaceful time, a time where neither of you felt the need to crowd the silence with random words and topics that you didn't care about.

His fingers tensed on his fork and knife as he cut everything up into pieces, scrambling it together like a psychopath while you had a neat looking sandwich. The suns glare filtered through the window, casting a radiant glow along his skin and scattered grey hairs, baby stands sticking up like they'd found a signal at every tower near you. Clearly after what you two did last night, he had a good sleep.

You continued to chew on your own dish until he suddenly turned towards you, just slightly, a small cough escaping his lips. He didn't say anything, or do anything else, and kept munching. You noticed his eyes squint, sitting back in his chair closer to the shade in the house.

------ 6 Months Later ------

At first, it was endearing, another new thing about him you could look forward to that wasn't a wrinkle. A new habit that you discovered after you thought you knew everything about him.

But over the course of months, he began to complain...

At home in the kitchen, pinching his nose bridge, "Why don't we go back to warm white lights?"

Outside on walks, you could see him squint, "Fuck that sun's bright..."

Even in DSO's building, straining his orbs in those white sterile labs that had become your home, "Jesus christ, I need a coffee."

"Babe, you've had three coffees already and one of them is currently in your hand," you replied.

All he did was shrug, "well I need more? This place is so boring it makes me tired."

You noted the fluttering of his eyelids, the way he kept his head low, avoiding the corner full of glowing viral containments.

"... Is something in your eye?" You asked.

"No."

"Come on, let me look-"

"No- it's fine, I told you, I'm just tired."

You didn't bother arguing, audibly huffing and crossing your arms before getting back to work, "I sleep next to you, I know how you are when you're actually tired."

You eventually were able to convince him to go to a doctor. You weren't twenty anymore, and if he was willing to eat so much protein in a day to keep his juicy muscles, then he could stomach eye drops now and then... at least, that's what you thought.

The front door handle jiggled, you had already gotten home from work and were relaxed on the couch in your pyjamas, waiting for Leon to get back from his late appointment, of course he never scheduled during the day.

You straightened up and lowered the TV volume, "Leon?"

"Yeah, it's me..." he replied calmly, your cheeks pinked at the normality of his response, and you almost thought nothing of it until he walked straight past you into the bathroom...

Stop.

He has never ignored you like that, even if he was mad, a small kiss or touch would reach you regardless.

You got up Ava followed him silently, but you were shut out by the bathroom door.

"So what-" the spritz of the shower cut you off, you stood bewildered behind the wood, "the hell, Leon..."

You considered barging in, but you weren't the type to disrupt privacy like that unless invited. You went back to the lounge dejectedly, waiting with your knees pulled up to your chest, grabbing a blanket and returning to watch your show, toes curling in anticipation.

Minutes passed, the shower stopped but you were still waiting, waiting, and waiting... the clock ticked ominously... the bathroom door opened.

Leon reappeared in the living room soon after, he looked just as calm as he sounded, acting like he hadn't shut you out twenty minutes ago. You decided to keep staring at the TV pettily, but your mission diminished as far as it started once he sat next to you, his hand covering your knee, "Hey."

You hum and shift your body to face him. He opened his mouth a couple times in contemplation, eyebrows furrowing for milliseconds, cheeks puffing for short moments, "um... the doctors..." he trailed off.

You perked up, "What did they say? It's nothing?"

"Well," he paused, he other hand clasped yours like he was getting ready to tell you bad news, to tell you... oh.

He fidgeted slightly against your knee, "I, um... I'm... going blind."

Your eyes widened, gaze stuck on him like glue, "... what?"

"... It's Glaucoma."

"... Seriously?" Your eyes watered.

He nodded with a small exhale, beginning to stroke his hand up and down your thigh, you broke the trance you had on him, "What is that? Is it really bad? Are you gonna lose your sight completely? When?-"

"Shh, calm down, it's okay," he moved to cradle your head, pulling you into his chest and kissing your crown, "I can still see... I'll just slowly lose it... I don't know when..."

Leon held the complete truth, he had lost his peripheral vision already but he didn't want to scare you, he couldn't admit that just yet.

You breathed steady against the mountains of his torso, you had no idea how to react to this information. So it wasn't the worst right now as far as you know, his vision will gradually deteriorate... how do you manage this? Well, you can only let it happen, but you didn't want to accept that, that someday he wouldn't be able to see your face. Your mind went blank, there were so many thoughts swirling in the mess of your mind that you couldn't pick one to focus on.

"You know I'd still love you if you were a worm right?" You half-heartedly joked.

Leon immediately chucked, "Yeah I know... It's just a big change... shit, I really am getting old."

"I don't want to believe it..." Your voice finally shook slightly.

Leon gently pressed his lips to your head, not a kiss, just close contact, he comforted you, even though you weren't the one to worry about.

------ 1 Year Later ------

You could hear the song of your diffuser misting as you woke, the star of the show almost limp right underneath you, his hand on your waist and arm over his face, a small groan escaping his lips while he shuffled to get comfortable again, "You awake?"

You hummed groggily in response into his skin, you used to pull on the lamp string first thing and saver the look of Leon's swollen sleepy face, but that habit changed fast in the last few months. The sensitivity in his eyes only getting worse, causing a few new house rules to be made.

You could feel his gaze on you, his chin tight against the top of your head as he looked down. You gave into his stare, taking in the tired puff of his face and those baby blues as best as you could in the moonlight. He'd started to look at you properly, not that he didn't before, but you could see a difference.

The way he turned to you completely when you said something rather than eyeing you from the side. The way he rotated his head up to see you instead of long up though his pupils, you oddly missed the show of his forehead wrinkles.

His thumb grazed your cheek carefully, you could just about see his face in the dark Abe dared to imagine what he must see when watching you right now. Pitch black? The middle of your face? Distortion?

As if Leon could read your mind, he murmured gruffly with a small smirk, "I can still see you, baby."

Leon Kennedy x Reader NSFW

There is no story to this I'm sorry I was just horny and lonely

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Your back was tucked into his chest sideways on the bed, your leg pulled up to your rib. Leon had looped his bicep around your thigh and held onto your shoulder like a lock, keeping you nice and open, ready. Sweet nothing fazed past your ears while he kissed around your neck and nape oddly affectionately, breathing almost in perfect rhythm like this wasn't fazing him at all. But you knew better.

His hips moved in time to meet yours, agonisingly slow but undeniably loving...

That wasn't right...

You tilted your head back and parted your lips, reaching behind you to grip his dirty blonde hair as you felt his hand glide down to massage your chest.

"Fuck..." you whispered under your breath. Leon hummed in response, gradually increasing his speed the more you expressed your pleasure. Groans then escaped him for the first time tonight, and your leg that was assisted in being lifted abruptly fell as he faulted. You blinked unexpectedly.

You were in the middle of turning your head, ready to ask why he'd stopped, right when it was getting good. Fortunately for you, Leon shuffled to hover over you instead, forearms caging you in beside your head as he started to roll against you again, faster, and not even daring to look away from you. He almost seemed hypnotised.

You instinctively lifted your knees up beside his hips, holding onto his biceps like handlebars as he did you good, struggling to keep your eyes open to stare right back at him, "Hm... Leon-" You moaned, "Yeah- shit... keep holding onto me, just like that..." He whispered.

You continued to do so, obviously, the sounds bouncing off the walls from you two only becoming lewder. You broke the eye contact with involuntary blinks of pleasure rather than want. God, you could look at his blue eyes all day if you got paid to do it... well you'd do it for free too but that's beside the point.

Leon tilted his head down with a rasp whimper, kissing along your chest while pounding into you like it was first, not second, nature. "God, you feel so good..."

"Don't stop... hm..." You managed to breathe out, "I'm- I'm gonna come... Leon..." Your words only seemed to spur him on more, his arms and hands tensing to cradle your head, skin slapping against each other. He kissed your chest sloppily until he latched onto a nipple and silently acknowledged you, "Mhm..."

He didn't need to say anything or act cocky, he knew what he did to you... and secretly, he was trying to keep it together too.

Your back arched at the extra pleasure of his tongue swirling around the most sensitive part of your chest. Breaths and moans suddenly poured out of you faster, louder, mouth parting more and more until finally your body caved in to the feeling. Your voice rung out like a siren and your legs trembled as you pulsed around him, barely noticing him slowly taper off from his own high with a slew of quiet groans and mutters. "Ugh fuck..."

You breathed against each other for a minute, it was intimate.

Too intimate.

Leon slowly raised his head from your chest, pushing himself up on his hands. Your grip slid down his arms and coasted off while he breathed steady... well, as steady as he possibly could. He faintly shook his head and grabbed your hands in retaliation to pulling back, wrapping them around his neck before rolling over to pull you onto him like a body pillow. His hands gently traced up and down your sides.

You kept your hands around him, caressing his skin with one of your thumbs soothingly as you watched looked up at him. He looked timid, smaller than usual, only glancing at you below his irises while he kept his head parallel to the ceiling. He softly spoke against the hum of the AC, "... thanks, I really needed this."

You smiled tightly and pecked between his collarbones, "I know. Of course I know."

You smiled tightly and pecked between his collarbones, "I know. Of course I know."

"No I mean seriously-" "Yeah I know, Leon."

"I don't think you do."

... You stared blankly.

His torso shook underneath you as he silently chuckled unsurely, "... same time tomorrow?"

Leon Kennedy x Reader

It wasn't your first time having your arms wrapped around Leon S. Kennedy.

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This so-called stoic agent had offered you a ride the first time you expressed interest in his baby, his motorbike. One day had gone by like a flickering flame, you barely remembered the files you were handling or the classified documents that had you queasy at every read as you archived them continuously. Working on the same floor as Leon was usually more eventful, being part of the DSO came with more gossip than the average person might realise… but all that had happened was three coffees, ten too long bathroom breaks, and stinging eyes as you finally waved the building goodbye, already prepared to fall face first on your mattress.

Seven o'clock. Seven nineteen to be exact. You were taken aback by the weather, or maybe it was the wind that whipped in the air from a vehicle passing right at the front door, totally not hazardous whatsoever. You were going to walk to your car, until you noticed who it was, what is was…

Leon, on a bike. His 90's boyband hairstyle was recognisable from any angle and it didn't take long for you to start ogling… his bike. Not him. But that beautiful shiny bike. You just stared for a moment, and soon-to-realise fortunately for you, he had immediately stopped after it registered that he sped past a civilian, taking a quick glace back to make sure no one got hurt.

Typical.

His eyes met yours, but your eyes met the gleam of the paint, so he followed your gaze… and a tiny smirk arouse. "Want a ride?" He asked. You paused everything, "…What? On that you mean-" he cut you off with a barely noticeable shrug, "Yeah."

You lit up, a smile rising to your cheeks, suddenly you weren't as tired as you thought. You nodded as you walked up to him, this was the closest you had ever been to an agent, or specifically, him. Leon handed you a helmet that was tucked behind the back, you took it slowly, contemplating your words, "Look, I know you're being nice and all but… I don't plan to look like a loser." His face was mixed between amusement and disbelief, "Come on, don't be ridiculous-" "This is gonna make me look ridiculous-" You retorted.

He threw his hands up as he took the helmet back, he did not feel like arguing today. You hopped on the seat him after he patted it like a baby's behind, then grabbed your arms and hooked them around his torso himself as he muttered, "hold tight." You tensed for a split second before hugging him accordingly… damn, he was beefier than you thought.

"Next time… maybe wear a helmet yourself so I wouldn't feel so left out." You said sassily. He kicked off the gravel and slowly began to accelerate, "next time?" He raised an eyebrow, he didn't even need to elaborate - he knew what he was doing, smug motherfucker. You furrowed your brows just enough for him to notice and leaned your head closer to his ear to speak over the wind, but no counter came to mind, simply glaring softly against his peripheral.

The corners of his lips lifted, and you took the opportunity spoke before he could say anything, "No introduction needed."

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"You know how people say that you'll meet the one when you least expect it?… I mean it's still bullshit but I will admit maybe they were onto something." You talked to Leon's ear.

A year later, complicated feelings, free drinks and free rides led you to this, a relationship with Leon. Something you'd once considered impossible.

You had your arms wrapped around him closely now, feeling along his torso as you idled at a red light. Leon leaned back into your touch, turning his head to look at you in the radiant sunrise, "That's surprising," he said. "What's surprising?" "You never admit to anything." You scoffed lightly, puffing your cheeks and smushing it against his shoulder. "Shush."

He hummed pleased, "Yes ma'am." The traffic light flashed green, Leon held onto one of your hands as he steered the bike around the corner, heading down the highway to a quieter road travelling along the mountain side. You both liked to go on rides early in the morning, just another way to spend time together before the day crashed down on you again. Leon eventually cruised calmly along a straight road, relaxing his shoulders as he stared out on the horizon.

You turned to rest your chin forward on his shoulder, watching him closely but absentmindedly through the side mirror, your eyes half lidded… he caught you, his own softening as he pressed his lips together to hide his smile. He quickly pecked your temple a few times before focusing back on the road, "Don't go falling asleep now, I'm not holding you this time." You pecked his cheek back, "don't tempt me, maybe I need some more TLC."

He shook his head slightly as he chuckled, "You're spoilt."

Another couple minutes go by in silence until something came over you.

Was it all the movies you had been watching?

Was it the risk alluring you?

Maybe you weren't awake enough to think clearly.

You held tightly onto his shoulders and made your move. You carefully maneuvered around Leon's hips, shifting until you were sitting on his thighs in the front. The bike trembled as he attempted to stabilise it, eyes widening in surprise until finally you had stopped moving to look right at him. His gaze shifted between you and the road ahead, shaking his head again, "This is dangerous," he murmured, but he didn't look all that upset. "You drive drunk, I'm sure you can handle a girl," you grinned almost mockingly in his face.

"A beautiful girl," you expanded, "beautiful lady," Leon corrected.

He exhaled a chuckle as he leaned in, "You're stupid."

His lips met yours in a rush, but the kiss itself was slow, impactful. He coasted 20, way below the speed limit for his personal taste, keeping his eyes opened ever so slightly. As much as he loved you, he was not idiotic enough to let something happen to you over a reckless kiss. You leaned further into him as you tilted your head, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and your legs around his waist, breaking the kiss momentarily just to end up taking more.

One of Leon's hands glided against your back, feeling along the bones of your spine. His body heated along with your own, emitting enough to feel the pleasure coming from both of you, you kept lapping at each others tongues softly until the bike stopped moving…

Wait, the bike stopped moving?

You both immediately broke apart like your future kids had caught you, listening to the tank sporadically try to use up the air inside it like fuel.

"…Oh shit." You whispered. "Oh shit is right-" Leon unhooked you from around him, setting you down onto the bike to crank the steer stopper. He stood silently, his eyebrows tightening in that how you like to say, sexy intellectual way. He took out his phone and sent a quick message, you leaned forward slightly to glance at the name.

"Um… don't worry someone will come," He began to say, "Someone?" You deadpanned. "Okay and that someone may be a whole chopper, so what?" You exhaled, you couldn't contain it, you had to laugh as you facepalmed, "Oh my fucking god, Leon. I told you to put fuel in it-"

He immediately kissed you again, one hand on your cheek, the other on the seat right next to your behind, practically threatening to touch you. You could feel his cheeks going taught as he tried to keep composure, "But we don't have to rush now."

You attempted to speak out but were muffled by his insistence, "Leon-!… We-… mmm…"