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Summary: Your boyfriend admires you and your unique qualities, even if it comes with all your special interests and working with the dead. Instead, he feels a little more clingy than usual when you’re so busy.

A/N: SUGGESTIVE, nothing too crazy other than making out, gn reader in mind as always since it’s what I’m comfortable with. There’s themes of both taxidermy & bone collecting, but no gore. Infinite darkness leon is easily in my top three versions, they did this design so much justice🖤 LASTLY HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYBODY🏳️‍🌈 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩!!

The day he spotted you across the field at the cemetery, he couldn’t deny the sudden wave of awe he felt upon seeing your form. There you were, kneeled down, tending to the tombstone in front of you, so carefully, clearly well maintained unlike the countless others.

Each time he came to visit to pay respects to Luis’s grave, you were there, not that he was surprised. Eventually, he decided to keep track of your routine every week, waiting for the right moment to approach. Leon was a lot more confident now compared to his rookie days, so this should be more simple than a walk in the park.

Leon at this age doesn’t like to have the wishful thinking mindset, but you stood out like a sore thumb, so naturally he found himself drawn to you more each time. You were an enigma, a puzzle piece he couldn’t figure out, scrapping off of clues and putting the pieces together one by one.

Late at night when the nightmares were at their worst, he’d close his eyes and breathe deeply, picturing your face, how your personality would be like. Were you as sure of yourself in your abilities to bring life to the non living? Leon was more than sure that was the case, he wasn’t fond of those who weren’t as self sufficient.

After all, your back was always facing his direction, so he couldn’t get a full view of you yet. You were stood upright, with a focused expression, placing a bouquet of fresh roses in a vase, when he casually strode up behind you clearing his throat. You flinched, immediately startled, dropping the vase as it shattered into pieces onto a portion of the concrete floor.

There’s no way you could have completely missed his presence, nothing usually slipped past you that way. You reasoned that it could’ve been due to the fall weather, besides it was foggy and chilly that day so all the wind must’ve somewhat masked up the noises his footsteps made.

You swished your head into the opposite direction where the noise had caught you off guard, lips parting at the handsome man that stood in front of you. He wore a navy blue suit, his features consisting of dark brown locks, a chiseled jaw, a light stubble and bright blue eyes. He might have as well modeled with those looks of his, why would he be here of all places?

Leon snapped a mental imagine of your face, if he wasn’t six feet underground, he was under your spell if you had casted one on him without his knowledge. He’d keep it in his memory, to give himself a reason to pursued happiness

“Easy there. I didn’t mean to startle you, I’ve noticed you’ve been taking care of all of the neglected stones.” Leon noted quietly, silently gazing at each one, impressed at your beautifully crafted handiwork.

“I’m sure you can’t be possibly related to all of them?” He asked solemnly, eyes flickering back to you, remembering just how horrible their condition was before, further fueling his lingering curiosity.

You pressed a hand to your heart as it thumped against your fingertips, before chuckling a breathless laugh, mildly embarrassed at your first impression. You shook your head, calming your the sudden spike in nerves.

“Ah, right. No, they’re not blood related to me at all.” You stated firmly, crouching to pick up all the glass pieces, your previos embarrassment fading at the topic. “I figured, it’d only be fair, those were once all living people with loved ones, just like you and me.” You explained, the large pieces held in the palm of your hand, making sure not to hold then too hard.

Leon pointed towards all the stones then allowing his hands to rest on his sides for a short moment. It’d been awhile since he’d taken genuine interest in anyone, so he’d be more than sure not to mess this up. If you rejected him, he’d understand, there wasn’t a pressure to settle down so soon after all.

“I’m guessing you work in the taxidermy field, or at least a career that caters to them, right?” Leon’s lip switching to a faint smirk as he nodded, listening closely to your voice, which was soothing to his ears.

In all honestly you weren’t sure if you should be flattered or creeped out at how observant he had been. He gestured to the broken vase pieces in your hand, laying his palms downwards in front of you.

“Based on your keen observations, you’d be correct, I work at the morgue, it’s always been my specialty, can’t help myself.” You sighed nervously, already anticipating the looks and comments of disgust. “It’s not the most common kind of job but someone has to do it.” You added, brushing aside your mild discomfort.

However looking up towards him, Leon held a small smile with a gleam of awe in his eyes. You shook your head, walking towards the nearest disposable trash bin. His hands were buried in the crisp suit pockets, clearly iron to near perfection. You wondered would he work at where he had to maintain such a professional look.

“I’d rather someone ensures they don’t come back to life.” He chuckled cheekily, his cleft chin making the expression stand out even more. “Thanks to you, those people look decent in their attire one last time, rather than decaying to a fault.”

You made your way back towards him brushing down onto the fabric of your bottoms, letting out a breathless laugh. “Maybe it’s not so different from mummification.” You said playfully now enjoying the turn of the conversation. “I’m sorry about your loved ones, whoever was important to you appreciates it greatly even if they are not longer with us.”

Leon’s gaze turns a little more serious for a split second brows furrowed melting away instantly, taking in a sharp breath. “I could say the same for you. He was quite the handful back then, proved me wrong a couple times.” He said, with a more lone voice, glancing back at his own vehicle. “I should get going, I’m not wearing the most suitable outfit.” He grinned, filling intending the pun made.

You rolled your eyes in return, mentally face palming at the joke made. “Sure, wouldn’t want to scheduled another service, dedicated to you, deceased due to hyperthermia onto my list.” You couldn’t help but smile at your own retort, carefully picking up the remaining roses that fell in between your fingers.

As Leon walked towards his car he turned back to you for a brief second, calling one last time before his departure. “My name’s Leon by the way, I’ll catch yours the next time I see you.” He smiled, his lips curling upwards so beautifully. You wondered shortly just how handsome he’d look upon his future viewing.

A few months later, after dates, figuring out what made you tick, your dislikes, he finally grew the courage to properly ask you to be his partner.

Fortunately you agreed, feeling the mutual affection for one another since the start. He wanted to take it slow, but he didn’t expect the depth of your passion towards your grit vocation, which he gladly adjusted to. He’d seen much more gnarly things in his life anyway.

Leon loved all of you, your flaws, and insecurities just as much as you appreciated his own, and how much you valued every single life including your own. Your philosophy never failed to make him swoon head over heels all over again.

———

Leon arrived home from work, with the aroma of his favorite dish, the stove set on low, a warm pot resting atop perfectly. He knew where you were residing on the days you didn’t greet him immediately at that door, so he set his items aside, placing them onto the kitchen table.

Leon walked down the hall, and downstairs into the basement, workshop, or rather as you preferred to call it, tour “humble lair”, which was decorated and furnished accordingly to your liking. He adored the comforting lighting and the way you’d light up his favorite candles at times just for him, even if the scent wasn’t your favorite.

He couldn’t help but tease you about requiring to go out and get yourself some sunlight. Leon might as well have assumed you were a vampire at heart, waiting for your chance to finally strike him down.

It was a side hustle you did on your days off when you weren’t hosting funeral services. They were drastic projects, consisting small animals or insects, whereas your large and difficult ones were for the morgue.

You were completely engrossed, manufacturing a new mannequin, specifically for a raven, smart but curious creatures. On your workshop desk, there lay polyurethane foam, wood wool, wire, and clay.

The only work you’d willingly do outside was the skinning and prepping beforehand. Only the bookshelves, were preserved animals, bones, dead flowers and framed insects.

Nevertheless, it got a bit messy at times, so you had an apron cinched around your midsection for good precaution. Only this time around you knew when Leon had made his presence known, without you needing to turn around.

“How’s my favorite grim reaper been? You might as well take my soul with you too.” Leon said. You felt the sudden scratch of a familiar stubble, and soft lips pressing against your cheek, and heavy cologne filling your senses. “I’m scrapping off of bits of your love, death by broken heart this time.” He says, teasingly, half joking and half serious, you couldn’t tell.

“Leon— I can’t afford to get distracted right now, if any part of the anatomy is off, it’ll come out uneven.” You whined, feinting annoyance.

Sometimes you’d both bicker over small things, like how busy both your schedules were, or how overworked he thought you were allowing yourself to get. Majority of the time, it would be small things like leaving the dishes unwashed or if mint chocolate chip ice cream was good or not. Though, it wasn’t something that quality time and communication couldn’t fix.

“Hey, look at me. I get lonely a bit too, you seem to forget you have a breathing, living boyfriend willing to bend at your every request.” He taunted quietly, a needy look in his eye, using his hand to turn your determined face to him, your eyes facing the desk, hands trying to put the wiring together intricately.

Leon felt a little envious of those bodies you’d touch 24/7 when it should be his own, and rightfully so. He missed your hands running across him instead these past few weeks. He gently squished your face together playfully, leaning in closer to your face as you grunted in response to his antics.

“Leon, this isn’t funny, you are interrupting a genius at hand.” You rolled your eyes, your tone remaining as lighthearted as ever. “More importantly I don’t feel like restarting the process of molding it again.” You couldn’t ever bring yourself to be upset at him, unless he was in a potential life or death situation when you weren’t present.

Leon didn’t respond, he simply pressed a slow kiss to yours, nibbling softly on your tongue, emitting a soft moan from your lips while they involuntarily parted. “You still taste as good as I remember.” He whispered, tracing his mouth, down to your neck, craning it to the side, sucking onto it as you squirmed in your seat.

He spun your chair fully towards him both hands on the sides of your head now with a brow raised. He usually never came across so boldly without asking but he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, eyeing the way your grip loosened from the small structure in your hand.

“Leon wait—“ You interrupted with a half dazed look, but you didn’t push him away either. You established safe words, so if he pushed too far, he’d stop immediately. You didn’t realize how you’d forgotten about the project you’d been working on.

Before you knew it, the chair creaked with the extra added weight of his thigh pressing in between your thighs, rubbing against your clothed sex gently, a whimper leaving your lips. Your hands found their way to his torso, holding yourself steady as you grinded slowly against his knee.

“Mmph— I can’t, not this time, please let me have this just for once love.” He grunted, his lashes fluttering shut, a half lidded gaze on you and your sensitive reactions.

Leon’s cock twitched enthusiastically but, far too soft to bother actually being inside you tonight after a long day. He nibbled hickeys, turning your neck to allow him more access to your bare upper body.

You were equally the same, now more alert with the newfound senses, panting quietly as you both came to a stop. His lips and harsh teeth parted from your neck, a pretty purple bruising onto your skin.

Leon’s eyes closed as he moaned close to your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.You couldn’t tell if you hated or loved the sudden attention he was bombarding you with.

It was short lived as Leon gently let go and allowing you some space for a second, but he did pull away his knee, denying you the friction furthermore. It annoyed you how he could compose himself so easily right after just like that.

“What the hell was that for? You trying to rile me up on purpose too?” You complained, your grip on him loosened, but you wanted to punch and kick him down for even getting sexual with you in the first place, though it was well deserved. He could be petty when he wanted to be after all, sometimes, at least.

There lay the crow’s empty but clean skin, feathers trimmed and neat, just like the rest of the handiwork that was currently on display. A part of you wondered if all your animals on display were just secretly watching you two get it on.

“I only missed you, is that so much of a crime? It feels like maybe you’re the one gone, just because how empty it feels when you aren’t upstairs.” Leon chided, panting softly. He made note of your eye bags and weary expression, even if you loved this, he valued your wellbeing and health even more.

“I lost track of too much time equally as much as you did. Leon, it’s just—you always look worn out if it’s not your day off. In fact, I’m sorry I ever made you feel that way.” You added, and given his equally weary expression, he might opt for morning sex instead of initiating anything right now.

“Might I add, I was in the wrong too, in the future, I don’t plan on pouncing on you next time I get desperate. I love you more than you realize babe, always keep that in mind.” He muttered as he kissed your forehead and your nose next, so quickly in the blink of an eye, a triumphant grin spread across his face despite the tired features.

Of course you had to add a complain from your previous actions. “Also, I hope you’re aware, how much of a dick you are, but you’re lucky I love that shit and you even more too.” You groaned. Leon wanted to hold you close, rather than a firearm, and you holding the clean bones in between your soft hands.

“Good, wouldn’t want you with anyone else’s sad excuse of one. Come on now, we should rest while we can.” He leaned in, kissing your forehead, bringing you to your feet, holding and intertwining both of your hands in his.

You eyed your unfinished task, facing him with a nearly pouty look. “Or else I won’t let you turn me into one of your taxidermy buddies.” He chuckled, bringing your knuckles to his lips, kissing them tenderly. “Even better, I’ll decide to get my body cremated instead, hm?”

Leon and you discussed the potential what if’s should either one of you pass, but you’d make sure he looked just as pretty in his viewing. You knew a display wouldn’t do him enough justice, and either way, he’d rot. That’s now how you’d want to remember him.

“I can’t say no to such a stupidly good looking face like yours.” You reluctantly agreed, pursing your lips in return, and you knew more than anyone else that he was right, and you couldn’t deny you loved having him around. “And don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you when you heart stops beating for me.”

You tugged him downward into a sloppy lazy kiss, gently sucking on his bottom lip, before gasping for air, resting your head against the thrumming beat in his chest. It was one of the many things that let you know he was alive and well, still full of the wonderful thing we call living.

“I’ll be looking forward to my own demise then, in this lifetime and the next, I’ll wait for you.” He muses with a heavy breath, face flushed, letting go of one of your hands, and brushing a thumb across your temple. “Now let’s actually get some well deserved sleep.”

Summary: Leon takes a heavy loss of some stupid bet with his friends, so much so he ends up in your shop. After all is said and done, he decides that he should return each time with a good excuse, not for a new piercing but for the individual who performs them.

CW: SUGGESTIVE, HE’S KIND OF A PERVERT, MODERN AU, FLUFF/HUMOR, GENDER NEUTRAL READER, PINING, BLACK CAT/GOLDEN RETRIEVER TROPE, READER HAS PIERCINGS,(THOSE, TATTOOS, & STYLE AREN’T SPECIFIED AT ALL AND ARE UP TO YOU)

⛓️‍💥Leon stood outside the piercing establishment, contemplating whether or not he should back out. Well, first things first, he’s already here, and his friends would never let him live it down if he decided to quit. They’d still poke fun if he did it either way, so it was a lose lose situation no matter how he looked at it.

⛓️‍💥 To be fair, a small prick of a needle was nothing in comparison to the harsh police academy training he was enduring. Leon had to decide on something that wasn’t visible to the naked eye, since they weren’t allowed and completely against the rules. Eyebrow? No. Earlobes? Fat chance. Why was he doing this again?

⛓️‍💥Leon awkwardly adjusted his navy blue bomber jacket, waiting at the front desk, his gaze drifting to all the different jewelry on display, and the various other customers waiting their turn. He couldn’t deny it and say he didn’t feel out of place, like he was in a space where he didn’t belong. Though, he could sympathize, that must be how they feel, in a society that outcasts anyone who was different from the vast majority.

⛓️‍💥 As soon as you were in his line of sight, his heart leaped into his throat, gazing at all the different adornments across your face, and the way you presented yourself with the way you were currently dressed. Each accessory across your form made your outfit more mesmerizing, it was hard to pry his eyes off of you. He looked a little closer, noting a few pieces were diy, the authenticity bringing out your sense of identity.

⛓️‍💥 Whether you had large or small gauges, stretched piercings, multiple in one area, even just one, it was all equally fascinating to Leon. In fact, he had a couple alternative friends in the past, knew the amount of effort and dedication it took to maintain. It was tedious since so much could go wrong if not taken care of properly. He knew the risks that came with the jewelry from said friends, so he could appreciate the beauty in altering yourself.

⛓️‍💥 Leon isn’t new to the scene, especially since there was an uprise in punk and goth in the both early 80’s, or 90s, including the early 2000s. He’s quite a huge fan of heavier music genres, whether it be (various types of) metal, for example, post hardcore, screamo, deathcore, you name it.

⛓️‍💥 If he’s up for it, maybe a lighter tune like pop punk, darkwave or industrial. Sometimes, his friends would tease him about having the music taste of an older dad. In comparison, Leon was fairly open minded, if it wasn’t his preference he didn’t see the purpose in shaming those who enjoyed it.

⛓️‍💥 Leon actually enjoys music festivals and local shows, but he won’t necessarily dive in the mosh pits like he did when he was in highschool. He was a lot more on the edgier side back then, he’ll admit that, maybe you would’ve liked him more. You were so much more intriguing up this close he nearly forgot about the reason he was here in the first place.

⛓️‍💥 You stared at him with an expectant look, in your dark makeup across from him and pursed lips. Leon could feel his face warming up instantly, his palms sweatier than they were before. In a last minute attempt to make a good impression, his eyes flicked across the price chart once, blurting out nipple piercings. He mentally facepalmed himself, but at least it could be concealed under his shirt.

⛓️‍💥 You left for a moment, handing him consent documents and pen for him to fill out first beforehand. You left momentarily to prep and sanitize your station, to make sure any infections or transmission of pathogens wouldn’t occur. Once you called him up, he hardly picked up anything you were saying, far too focused on the way your lips moved, noticing the shiny glint of a tongue piercing, perhaps?

⛓️‍💥 Leon took a seat on the adjustable black leather chair, laying back comfortably. There was There was equipment nearby on a metal tray, feeling much more like the dentist. It was neat and organized despite the small interior, with a full body mirror facing him. On the other hand, dentists weren’t usually this good looking, ever.

⛓️‍💥 You ordered him to remove both his shirt and jacket with a sort of strict professionalism that was almost intimidating. He did as he was told, doing his best to relax but it was difficult when it wasn’t fair just how attractive you were, with the way you stood out. He bit his lip hard, holding back a moan when you sanitized around his nipple with an cold alcoholic wipe, far too focused to notice.

⛓️‍💥It didn’t get any better when he froze like an idiot once your gloved hands were on his bare chest after sanitizing and marking the area evenly. You chuckled, obliviously trying to comfort him, thinking he was nervous.

⛓️‍💥In general you were more than used to the way parents would bring in their crying children almost every shift. Leon had to hide the way your determined face and proximity turned him on, using his shirt to cover his tenting arousal. He was beyond embarrassed at just how reactive he was being under your scrutiny.

⛓️‍💥Leon felt so exposed beneath you, allowing his mind to wander too far deep in the gutter. He hadn’t noticed the way his breathing had started picking up the pace, doing his best to keep it together, failing miserably. He was only getting his nipples done—not running some brutal marathon.

⛓️‍💥He liked the idea of you dominating and being in control over his needs. He was curious what it’d feel like if you ran your lips across his chest, would it tickle? Or your lips on his, at just how sexy it’d be to french kiss, thinking of how the the metal would click against his teeth, maybe wrapped around his—

⛓️‍💥 You brought him out of his impure thoughts, snapping your fingers in front of his face with a midlly confused expression. You stood closer now, brow raised, with a sharp, hollow, needle in your opposite hand. You asked him if he was really okay with the current placement marking.

⛓️‍💥 What was the question again? Leon really wanted to save the trouble of asking you to repeat yourself. In a whim, he nodded quickly, shaking himself out of his filthy thoughts, humiliated, like you read his mind. He couldn’t tell what was worse, this whole idea, or making a complete fool out of himself.

⛓️‍💥 You directed him to breathe in, letting him know ahead of time that once you counted to three the needle would push through. Leon nodded, wanting nothing more than to relieve the ache straining the front of his jeans. He prayed to whatever god out there that you couldn’t feel the way his pulse was thrumming through your finger tips.

⛓️‍💥Leon squeezed his eyes shut, taking in a deep inhale, feeling the pressure of your gloved hand against his chest. The sharp sting across his pec shouldn’t have been so hot, but it was. God, he was such a fucking pervert for getting off to the pain this way. However, the insertion of the long jewelry hurt way more, and felt so foreign, not that it was nothing he couldn’t get used to.

⛓️‍💥 You repeated the same for the other side, with a swiftness that clearly displayed you’ve been doing this for years, and quite passionate about body modifications. It was a praiseworthy thing, and up close, he could see the ones on your ears, all shining so beautifully under the fluorescent lighting. Leon was slightly disappointed at how quick the procedure was.

⛓️‍💥 He knew then he wouldn’t have a reason to come back, and possibly never see you again, unless he accidentally swings by on patrol some day. You weren’t too difficult to spot in a crowd if you happened to simply “run into each other” out in public. Perhaps you’d be impressed by his occupation, unless you thought ACAB. He pulled his shirt back on, using both his hands and jacket to cover his groin nonchalantly.

⛓️‍💥 He tugged the collar of his shirt, looking down, admiring the new jewelry, truly, he thought they looked pretty badass. Leon would make sure to get to know you properly first, at least make you understand he didn’t fall under the conservative agenda. He knew some cops were corrupt and abused their authority, so he aimed to be the opposite.

⛓️‍💥 You removed your gloves, explaining his aftercare process, and how he would need to return in order to downsize the bars, after the initial swelling came to a stop. He did his best to listen, to pay close attention as much as he could really, but he kept finding himself admiring you each time you weren’t looking in his direction.

⛓️‍💥 You cleaned up everything you had used, giving a firm explanation about wearing clean shirts, using clean blankets, saline spray, being careful with body washes blah blah blah….. or something like that.

⛓️‍💥 What Leon didn’t miss was you stating how he could walk right in if the jewelry happens to embed, reject, or if an upsize is required. Hooray for him from his perspective, even if some of it sounds morbid. At least he wouldn’t have to use Sherry as an excuse to see you. Claire had brought up the topic over the phone how the younger child to wants get her ears done too.

⛓️‍💥As half hard as Leon was, he felt a sense of pride for getting through it, because it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. Neither was his masculinity as fragile, in his mind, he thought something so small like this shouldn’t have gender stereotypes.

⛓️‍💥 Leon was silently thanking himself for bringing the jacket, utilizing its convenience right when he needed it. He couldn’t cross his arms without experiencing pain, so he held it in front of his lower region so his prominent boner wasn’t visible.

⛓️‍💥He stood up, wincing, a little stuff from the torso up, since his fresh piercings were still new, doing his best not to move the area so much. He followed from behind shortly after, making sure to be careful. There you waited for him behind the front desk reception, counting up the charges in total.

“So that’ll be at least 100, for both.” You gestured across your upper body, with a mischievous grin across your face. The motion immediately sent butterflies to the bottom of his stomach. “Unless you plan on walking out free, I’ll remove them free of cost, don’t worry.” You joked.

“Ah no, I can pay for it, I’d rather have it at a higher price from someone reliable.” Leon stammered, tapping his foot anxiously at your teasing words. “Here, I’ll add an extra tip since it was practically painless.” He chuckled a bit nervously, handing the cash over the counter.

“That’s a first I’ve heard from anyone. I’d say you handled it pretty well for your first piercing.” You laughed in return, your fingertips barely grazing his, taking note of the chipped nail polish, a unique charm in it’s own way. “I presume you’re here trying something new?” You asked curiously, opening the register, swiftly pulling out his change.

“My tolerance is much higher than it looks, it’ll take more than a needle to wear me down.” He added playfully. “In a sense, I guess I am, while I can, at least.” There’s no way in hell he’d admit the truth, in front of you of all people. In fact, you might’ve been cupid the way you pierced right through his heart instead.

“Sure, go ahead and help yourself. If you ever feel rebellious enough to want another, don’t be afraid to swing by.” You scoffed in amusement, your fingertips touching his throughout the exchange, sending a shiver down his spine. He’d replay your laughter in his head a million times over, waiting for the following moment to meet with you once more.

⛓️‍💥That painless notion was a lie, if it meant keeping your local business open, that was the end goal. Besides, Leon could tell you knew what you were doing, and through your work it was done adequately. He was also in a bit of a hurry, needing to take care of his little problem. As much as he wanted to stay longer to chat with you, it’ll have to wait until next time.

⛓️‍💥Leon wasn’t like those who fetishized alternative people, it’s just been awhile since he’s felt anything for anyone, since his previous breakup. He really tried not to be a nervous wreck upon approaching unique individuals, but given his deceiving appearance he could understand why they’d think he’d poke fun at them instead.

⛓️‍💥Once Leon paid, he waved goodbye, his heart now feeling more full than ever. You waved in return, as he kept that mental imagine in his head for later on. Your back was facing him and the ring of the bell at the top of the door signaled his departure, and in your mind he was an interesting case.

⛓️‍💥 Once he finally got a breath of fresh air, the tension in his body started to fade, somewhat. Well, he’d have to update his friends that he actually went through with the bet, now realizing he had no regrets with following through in the first place. All except how sore his nipples would be for awhile.

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A/N: This is so incredibly short, so I’m not a huge fan. I love all my other heavily modded/alternative freaks out there. Don’t worry this shit doesn’t actually hurt THAT much, it’s simply for the plot purposes I swear😭 This made me realize I’ve been to my piercer too many times ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

⛓️I reached a new milestone since I finally reached a 2g septum after a year. I NEED to get cheek piercings done irl to pair with my dahlias & vertical labret to complete my setup! This is self indulgent bc alt readers don’t exist apparently (╥﹏╥)…

Re9! Leon x FTM! Reader⚓️

Summary: You aim to help your boyfriend get over his fear of the ocean, while he helps you get more comfortable being seen topless. What better way of exposure and sensory therapy than a beautiful beach trip?

CW: Suggestive imagery, Post top surgery, hurt/comfort, fluff ending, mild gender dysphoria, mentions of phobias, a/n at the end, pretend he’s got his well deserved vacation post re9…

Summer, the season you found yourself dreading the most, not because of the beautiful weather or bright colors that bloomed. The reality was, the way you felt towards the sunny climate had always been quite the opposite. You always longed to feel those elements against all your five senses, that foreign feeling of normalcy, just like everyone else.

It’d finally be your first time ever being seen shirtless since finally receiving your top surgery. You couldn’t have gone through with the operation alone, if not for the help and support from your loving boyfriend, who had willingly paid for the costs despite all of your protests.

A side of you felt the financial burden lift off your shoulders, even though you had a full savings account for the procedure itself. Leon wouldn’t tolerate any of it, sticking to your side, making sure you weren’t experiencing any pain or discomfort.

He didn’t view you any differently pre and post operation, the same goes for bottom surgery if you had any. In fact, if you did, he was happy for you, seeing how much more comfortable you were. If not, his adoration wouldn’t change, he’d find the means to make it happen once you were ready to take the final step to your transition.

You were strict on managing your aftercare routine, such as maintaining surgical drains, ensuring you kept wearing a compression binder consistently, and resting a significant amount.

Well, a little more than you should, really, it was your boyfriend that had you bed bound for a good week or two. Once you could walk on your own, Leon was practically your shadow during the first stages of your recovery.

He took on most of the heavy lifting and responsibilities at home, insisting on carrying you from to from place to place, watching your every step like an overbearing hawk. Due to his line of work, it was a survival driven tactic that he tried to ease up on when he was home.

It was cute at first, until you had to scold him a few times, because you wanted to be seen as strong and capable of protecting others too. In fact, he was your greatest role model whether he knew it or not but you knew he meant well regardless.

Leon would constantly tell you or remind you not to overexert yourself too much such as “Don’t strain yourself too much, love.” “I’ll grab it, just say the word and it’s done.” “Next time, I’d prefer if you let me know if you need anything.” Yet the only thing you’d be doing is trying to fill up a cup a water.

“Leon, I’m not doing any strenuous work. If I remember correctly, didn’t I tell you I’d start weight lifting like you once I’m fully healed?” You had reasoned bringing a hand to the bridge of your nose. You wanted to make sure your testosterone levels were high enough first.

“You’ve told me many things, most which I haven’t forgotten.” Leon said with a determined tone, he had his arms folded in front of him from where he stood but you could tell he was listening closely, like always.

“Unless my ears and memory are giving out on me much earlier than I thought.” He scoffed, holding back a smile at his own sad attempt of a joke. There wasn’t a day where you didn’t feel unheard or unseen throughout your relationship. At least he always tried to make you laugh no matter what, that was a bonus.

“I’m being serious! I still have the Doctor’s orders kept somewhere if I forget any details. If there’s an issue I can set an appointment for another checkup.” You stated raising an index finger in front of you, like you were accusing him of being too overprotective, which was true.

It was endearing, while also being a negative. Leon had his positives, but he wasn’t a perfect man either by no means. In the DSO, he was the golden boy, with high expectations pushed onto him, on the other hand, at home with you, he could live in the moment, and toss aside the labels placed onto him.

He was far too selfless for his own good, even when he struggled so much himself. In some sick way, he was just better at holding it together most days, as long as he stays away from any substances.

Without a word, he placed two of his large hands on your shoulders, staring into your eyes closely, as if trying to memorize those features he’s so infatuated with, before lowering his head.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He chuckled lowly. “I’ll have you know, it’s a requirement that my boyfriend stays in top shape, or is that too much to ask for?” Leon said lightheartedly, looking back up at you with an amused look.

In a split second he didn’t even grant you the chance to react leaning in to kiss your forehead, then your lips, his hands loosening his grip on you. You punched his shoulder lightly, not finding it the least bit amusing.

“Quit it! Didn’t I tell you to stop doing that already— besides I’ll be way bigger than you, so go ahead! Be all cocky now, just you wait and you’ll wish you weren’t .” You insisted, now jabbing your finger into a firm bicep. Instead, you found yourself wincing while rubbing your hand, at how rigid the muscle itself was.

You hated when he did that, catching you off guard as if you were a prepubescent boy barely receiving attention from his first crush. It was infuriating how it always warmed your face, as much as it did your heart.

“Sure, I’ll make sure you’re even more bulkier than me.” Leon said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, bringing you close to him, using his other free hand to dishevel the top of your hair, as the short strands stuck out in different directions. “Or you can always ask Chris, he’s far more built together than I am.” He admitted cheekily.

“Chris is far too buff, I sometimes doubt that hunk of muscle is even a natty.” You grumbled underneath your breath, patting your hair back down into place. “He has to be on some sort of steroids to get that huge.” You huffed out admittedly.

You were more concerned about being able to pass to the rest of the world, not to to become the next Mr. Olympia or some stuck up gym bro. That was the very last thing you wanted to portray yourself as, simply being seen for who you were, and how you felt from the inside onto your outwards appearance was your main priority.

“Alright, I’ll let Redfield know you said that next time I see him, or better yet, his sister.” Leon said wrapping an arm around your shoulder, bringing you close to him.

“He’ll appreciate your words of kindness, I can guarantee you that much.” He added smugly. You cursed at him now, flailing around. Despite how much you envied and wished for a physique like his, you much preferred ogling at what he looked like nude, shuddering beneath your fingertips.

“Try to tell either of them what I said and I swear I’ll cut your sorry little dick off.” You grunted, trying to pry yourself out of his strong grip, your hands clutching at his forearms.

You both were painfully aware he was anything but small down there. If he wanted to, he’d leave you unable to walk for days at a time if he was feeling particularly aroused at night while being so close.

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Speaking of which, you knew he had a major fear of the water, or rather large spaces of deep voids that made it impossible to see what was beneath your feet. It wasn’t his favorite time of the year either so you two always spent it inside, where the air conditioner ran all day.

Places such as oceans, lakes, beaches, where loved ones gather together to BBQ, not to mention the onslaught of fireworks on the fourth. Sherry and Jake typically hosted those, but avoided the firework aspect as well, for the sake of everyone’s wellbeing.

For one, holiday alone was tedious, it was far too similar to firearm shots, let alone the smell of smoke. Leon suffered flashbacks a little less when he had ear plugs in, all while you held him close, grounding him to reality.

That was a few months before , and now that you’re back in full mobility, you decided it was time you two quit putting your lives on hold due to fear. It took some time, but Leon was willing to do it for both of your sakes, especially since you had so much more ahead than he did.

Although Leon was embarrassed about his initial fear, let alone opening up about it, but you didn’t judge him, aiding him on building his tolerance step by step. He was there for you before your transition, so you’d reassure him that there was nothing to be ashamed of. Leon never mentioned the Del Lagos incident in Spain which triggered the phobia in the first place.

After continuous perseverance, and slowly changing his habits, your CBT therapist decided it was time for the final phase for you two. Exposure, which sounded terrifying at the start, but you wouldn’t be alone anymore and you’d both equally face your own challenges head on instead of heading the other direction.

You turned to Leon with a knowing look, as you sat across from the specialist. “If you’re ready for this just as much as I am. I think it’ll benefit it us greatly if we follow through with your treatment like I did with mine.” You said sincerely placing your hand on top of his, giving the much larger one a squeeze under your palm, feeling the cold metal of your shared promise ring.

Leon squeezed your hand in return, a silent acknowledgement, in order to progress your relationship, in both sickness and in health after all, mental illness wasn’t an exception either.

“I couldn’t do anything for those in the past. It won’t be easy, but I can make a difference for myself, and for you.” He stated, nodding his head in agreement, but you could sense the hesitation in his voice.

“I’ll keep that in mind, hold on to that promise, I’m keeping a track record you know.” You replied chuckling as you kissed his cheek, the stubble scratching your lips. He rested his head against your shoulder, relaxing into your touch.

You were just as nervous as well, however you wanted to return the favor for the unwavering kindness and patience he’s shown you.

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Right now, you two stood, your jeans lifted up to your knees, on the very edge of the beach’s shoreline. You were hand in hand, squeezing his tight, it was sunny, your palms sweaty in his hold not from the heat either.

It was fairly empty except for a few other couples, you’d work your way up to a more crowded space eventually, for now, baby steps would eventually become the norm. You were tired of holding back who you were, no matter what anyone else said, you knew yourself, and this was the person you sheltered and denied for years.

“Let’s just take this slow, one at a time. I’ll take my own top off first, and you can follow my lead.” Leon said with a sharp inhale, clearly trying to calm his own nerves, even when he was trying to help you with your own. He hadn’t been this nervous in probably years, not unless you were ill or in tears.

“Mhm, it’s a bit chilly, but it smells refreshing out here. The perfect weather for a new beginning.” You added, letting go of his hand and wrapping your arms around yourself, comforting your own unease. You knew it was possible, others had done it too and been through the same.

“Let’s and focus on our five senses, the smell, what you see and feel, then close your eyes, see if it helps once we step in the water.” You replied, more than prepared for this big moment, which might seem like nothing special to most.

“That’ll be more than enough. You were right the entire time, it’s much more beautiful up close like this.” He shuddered quietly, his voice cracking slightly. “The sand feels great, the water shines so brightly, and it smells a little fishy.” He snorted lightheartedly, doing his best to ease up the thick tension.

How long had it been since he’d been up so close to such a gorgeous view? What beauty and tranquility nature had to offer? It pained you that the seasoned agent still put your needs above his even when he was on the verge of breaking down.

Only, you noticed the way he trembled, and the way his bottom lip barely quivered, a hard expression on his face whenever he was worried or thinking too hard about something. He looked at you affectionately before quipping “You look handsome under the sun, better than the view in front of me.”

You shoved him lightly, your face flushing at his idiotic comment. Even at a time like this his humor broke through, igniting a laugh from your lips, his absolute favorite tune. If he could loop it on repeat he would.

“Shut up, let’s get this over with, I’m sick of hiding under this shit.” You laughed, yanking at the front of your tank top, a little impatient, not towards him, but at yourself for stalling for so long. You only live once, you should live it authentically and to the fullest, shoving aside those ignorant people from the past.

Leon couldn’t help the airy laugh that escape him. “Alright champ, I’ll go ahead and get this off first, then you. I’m sure it’ll be just as freeing for you as this is for me.” He inhaled like it was his first breath, removing his top and discarding it to the side.

“I don’t doubt it whatsoever, I can’t lie I’m literally losing my mind over this, but I want the freedom more.” You said, your hands on the hem of your tank top, griping it tightly. You wouldn’t know unless you tried, so in a quick manner, you whisked it off, like removing a shell.

You of course knew about his insecurities regarding the leftover wounds from before, with slowly eased with time. It comforted him that you had your own too, from your top section too, you supposed that makes you two a perfect match made.

Right now, you stood straight, instead of slouched over, feeling more exposed than ever before. It felt good, no, it felt amazing to be out in the open just like this, you lifted your arms into the air, basking in the sun, as it finally touched all of you.

“It feels amazing, I never even imagined myself getting this far in my transition journey.” You admitted. It was scary, terrifying even, but there weren’t many eyes around. Your own mind played its trick on you for too long, everyone is far too invested in themselves to notice, or to even bother to look close enough.

Leon placed a hand on your lower back as you lowered your arms. “How’s it feel? It’s Great isn’t it? I knew you had it in you.” Leon shuddered quietly, the waves slowly touching the very tip of his toes, his hand now moving to your midsection. “That leaves my part of our bargain.”

“Come on, close your eyes if it helps a little better, I’ll make sure you don’t fall face first.” You laughed, intertwining your fingers in with his once more, the warmth hitting your bare back now, and not beneath some oversized tee or hoodie.

Once you two stepped in, now ankle deep, he winced as if the water was scorching him alive, eye squeezed shut a little too tightly. You gently guided him in until the waves reached your knees. You allowed him to adjust slowly. You knew with repeated efforts, he’d eventually adjust to swimming once more.

“It’s cold, are you entirely sure there isn’t anything that’ll sneak up while I’m not looking.” Leon said with a breathless laugh, before finally opening his eyes, the ocean breeze wafting across his dark blonde locks.

If you were complete strangers, you were more than certain you’d mistake him for a model, maybe promoting a luxury cologne advertisement at that.

“I’m sure there isn’t beloved, if anything tries it, I’ll take it down before it gets to you.” You hummed contently, feeling his hand grip yours a little tighter this time. “That’s something I’ll definitely keep my word about.”

You could see the way he shook slightly, the heavy breathing of his body, as he took another deep breath in, the cool water a contrast to his warm blooded vessel, as the small waves wafted between his legs.

“Thank you. This was much needed, even if I’m beyond a handful at times.” He added, with a sincere tone, facing you now, so utterly in love with your full form, and how you looked beneath the natural lighting. “You look good, really good, probably the most I’ve ever seen you so open.” He complimented his eyes tracing you up and down lovingly.

You shook your head, ignoring the way your heart race, and you’re more than certain his was doing the same. “No need to butter me up, I think this was great, a learning experience for us. We should try it more often, get used to being uncomfortable if we want to see any changes.” You replied, wrapping your arm around his, enjoying the feeling of his bare skin on your own.

“How about you bury me in the sand after? See how far you can get?” He offered before splashing the water against you, with a flick of his wrist playfully, using his sense of touch now, testing his limits to be the man you needed, the one who tied you down like you did for him.

“I’ll make sure you won’t be able to get back up, just you wait.” You exclaimed happily, shivering with a yelp, returning the gesture. The cool salty water was a refreshing contrast to the heat, now finding joy in the unknown. Even if the world shunned you away, as long as Leon accepted you, that was more than enough of a reason to keep on going.

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A/N: On a serious note, I had trivia : seesaw on repeat as I was rough drafting it, then the idea came up and thought it would be perfect for your request😭

Besides, if you read this not so anonymous anon, my page is for the minorities to feel seen, that’s why I write and initially why I started my page in the first place. I’m so sorry this took so long to be fulfilled. You’re unique in your own way & have so much more to offer than your gender identity alone, so give yourself more grace.

Anyways, Happy early pride month to you and all the other transgender resident evil fans reading this🏳️‍⚧️!! I hope you’re okay with non-hybrid Leon since I wanted to expand my writing options and see what concepts I can come up with.

I did some research on top surgery, so please trans folk let me know if this made you uncomfortable or if I missed a thing or two. Any spelling errors I might’ve missed will be proofread soon👻🖤

Re4r! Leon x Puppy Hybrid! Reader🐾

Summary: Leon once more arrives exhausted from a mission, accustomed to such an empty shell of home, but since you’re in his life, he’s been doing much better mentally. He plans to show how much he loves you through actions since words aren’t enough !

CW: No warnings! It’s pure fluff with a touch of humor if you squint..

A/N: Thank you! 😭 I’m wondering if anyone has any non hybrid asks…I chose re4r because I hadn’t written for him yet. I try to keep him in character as much as I can, studying him & his mannerisms. I hope I did alright on fulfilling your request🖤

For once, Leon finally managed to have a day off to himself, and to spend some well deserved quality time with his pup waiting for him at home.

He’s aware that his job wasn’t the safest option, constantly throwing himself in danger and never being around at home. It was his selfless nature that led him to adopting you in the first place, after hearing how you’d been mistreated and casted aside home after home.

In the back of Leon’s mind there’s always a fear that some day there’d be a fatal accident, or even he’d end upon deaths door, with no way of being able to contact you first.

You’d probably jump to the conclusion that he abandoned you when Leon promised to be different from your previous handlers. The nerve of the agency consistently suggesting on giving up his hybrid to some other owner to take you in should he ever be proclaimed deceased.

Leon couldn’t be whole without your steady presence, sitting atop his lap, the typical routine with every return. A part of him feels guilty for leaving you on your own for days or weeks on end, but now that he had the opportunity to show you just how far his affection and love for you goes, he wouldn’t let it slip past him again.

Hence, how the both of you found yourself at the mall, buying practically anything you laid your eyes on, he had the funds and the means to give you the best, so why not?

Perhaps Leon spoiled you far too much, because you dragged him from store to store and he’s carrying around 3 bags in each arm, not that it was heavy. The benefit of constantly being being on the move with his strength training, his muscular physique was meant to carry extra weight.

As much as he struggled to verbalize his adoration, he’d still do his best express it in different ways, so you’d know how deep it runs. Leon tried not to be so distant, treating each minute together like a precious moment.

It was better than him carrying the burden of his past mistakes and everything else he lost, including the innocence he often wonders about. You had that spark and he’s made every sacrifice with the intent to preserve that cheerful spirit.

The giddy smile on your face, the way your fuzzy ears were always tuned upwards, the brightness in your eyes and the swish in your tail, signaling your excitement to see him. That’s why he patiently tagged along in a clothing store, since you loved dressing up if the chance arised.

“I think everything you’ve looked at so far looks good.” Leon says sincerely gesturing with his hand to both. “If it’s your style, and makes you feel unique, I have no judgment towards what you decide to wear.” He wasn’t bluffing either, whether you chose to stand out or remain casual like everyone else, he didn’t love you any less.

“I can’t decide on which one I want, they’re both real neat..” You muttered quietly to yourself, tail taut in place whenever you were thinking hard. “Which one do you think looks better on me?” You asked, you had tried both shirts on, carrying both in each hand, lifting one or the other in front of you.

“You can take both if you can’t decide. I have the finances to pay for them.“ The side of his lip curled upwards, in a small smile as he set a few shopping bags down, ruffling the top of your ears and hair.

“I’d much rather you not fret so hard, you’ll get wrinkles earlier that way.” He added lightheartedly. You felt your tail lash back and forth, pressing your head against his hand for more, nearly dropping the items at hand.

“Come on. Once we’re back, let’s watch a movie together. If you’d like, we can cuddle up on the couch too, unless you’re not up for it. How does that sound for a plan?” Leon offered, holding onto the load of purchases in both hand once more. He’d also carry the groceries in one go, keeping in mind to never forget your favorite treats, remembering every small detail about you.

“Sounds more than okay, as long as I get to pick the movie.” You exclaimed now clinging onto his arm, intertwining yours with his own, nuzzling your head against his bicep in an affectionate manner. “But I won’t decide on any horror movies— because then I can’t sleep alone.” You whined, with your tail coming to a stop.

“It’s okay to be afraid, but I doubt I’d let anything happen to you, fiction or not. Don’t let it get to your head.” Leon chuckled quietly, running a hand from your temple to the top of your head gently, keeping you close despite everything he was holding onto.

He wasn’t a fan of them either, it reminded him of the things he experienced. “We should get in line for these and get home now, can’t have you be sore from all the walking we did today.” He including more seriously pointing towards the register.

You practically glowed with excitement, nodding your head up and down, your ears flopping with each shake. “It sounds like fun, let me prepare the popcorn again! I promise I won’t let it burn it like last time.” You chirped, with a pleading expression, hoping he’d take the bait.

You knew he was weaker when it came to denying you. “Pretty please? Pretty please with two cherries on top, chocolate syrup and tons of rainbow sprinkles?” You practically begged, your ears and tails coming to a stop.

He gave you a knowing look before sighing in defeat. “Alright, just don’t go all out with the candy, only if you promise to eat extra veggies this week.“ Leon said a little more sternly, pointing at index finger towards you, the bag crinkling from the heavy purchases inside.

“For the record, keep in mind to brush your teeth after your little sugar rush.” He added a raise of his brow. Leon didn’t like bossing you around, but he cared for your wellbeing far more than he let on.

You had to hold back a frown, knowing it wouldn’t get you anywhere, but he was right, unfortunately. “Fine, but it has to be something tasty like carrots or sweet potatoes, no broccoli and olives. You can eat those nasty ones for me.” You explained as you fake gagged dramatically.

Even at the mere thought alone, but nodded immediately at his last request. “That too , I don’t want cavities, and I definitely don’t want another dentist visit like last time.” You shivered, tail puffing up at the memory, what a time that was.

Leon had to hold your hand the entire time, he hated your frightened those tears in your eyes, tail tucked, your droopy ears. Those low sniffles and whines he can’t quite get out of his head if he found you upset.

Since then, he became even more strict on monitoring you, maintaining a close eye to see if kept up with your oral hygiene. If you think he never keeps on close eye on you when he gets the chance to be around, you’re mistaken.

“Glad you learned your lesson from the previous time. For now, let’s go, lovebug.” He says, giving your cheek a light playful pinch, as you swatted his other hand away with your free growling incoherent curses underneath your breath in disbelief.

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Once you two arrived at your shared place, the first thing you did was sprint energetically into your room on down the second floor hallway .

You set down your shopping spree bags next to your bed frame, coming to the conclusion that you’d get everything open and put away later.

Right now, you wanted to help prepare the snacks for the movie night with your owner. First, he told you to get showered and into your set of pajamas. You practically rushed the process a little more than you should’ve—

“Wait for me! I said I’d come down to help you remember!” You exclaimed as you practically sprinted down the corridor, leaping off each step with unrestrained anticipation, your tail moving in a blur. Your hyper sensitive nostrils could faintly pick up the scent of what could be melted butter.

“I’ll be in charge of the popcorn this time, that isn’t up for debate!” You added, out of breath, after making it down to the last step.

Though if Leon witnessed it, he’d probably lecture you about it again. There were far too many close calls where he had to catch or steady you from accidentally getting yourself into a fatal accident.

The living room was set to a dim, warm lighting from one of the many lamps against the wall. Your comfort blankets and pillows had already been set in place, so he most likely had this planned out before your shopping trip.

You peeked your head from the kitchen wall, as your breathing calmed down, you stuck up your nose, sniffing the air, your stomach growling. You could see Leon with his back turned from you, but he knew his beloved pup was there.

“No worries, I hadn’t started on it yet. In fact I’d prefer if you helped me out, a chef needs their assistant don’t they?” He teased, with the same smug tone whenever he made a stupid joke. It made him feel more human, and to you, he felt more alive than your past owners treating you like nothing more than an obligation to deal with.

“Come on, I’ve got a mix of ingredients we can put to good use.” Leon turned with a pliant and expectant voice. You happily charged through nearly losing your balance against the kitchen counter. He placed a hand on your lower back to steady you.

“So? What’s on the menu for tonight my great ol’ chef?” You asked, with a curious look, overly excited at the notion already, your tail and ears twitching in his direction, noting how he was making a small charcuterie board, with all your favorites.

“Careful there, watch your step.“ He stated, gesturing his head to the right, putting both his hands to use once more. “The popcorn bag, m&m’s and pretzels are on that side, if you want to set them into a bowl.”

“I’ll mix them all together, so it’ll be like chocolate covered pretzels.” You say happily, speed walking to all the unopened snack bags, prying them open with a pop, your tail wagging so enthusiastically it hit your legs.

“Whatever you’d like, just keep in mind what I said earlier about brushing.” He smiled, handing you an empty glass bowl, as you poured both the pretzels and the m&ms together, now all that was left would be the popcorn, the perfect mix of sweet and salty, just like you and your owner.

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Now you found yourself sat on his muscular lap, back rested against his firm chest, both his arms wrapped around your midsection. The snack bowl was in besides you already half eaten, the bright light from the television illuminated the dark living space.

The small charcuterie board he had made, was empty, after all it was split evenly between you both, so tonight he allowed you to skip dinner and straight over onto the snacks.

“How’s the movie so far? I hope you don’t decide to go fall asleep on me now that you’ve had your fill of sweets.” Leon snorted, seemingly amused at his own comment. He carefully used both his fingertips to massage your scalp, which turned you into a puddle.

“The movie isn’t even halfway done yet.” Leon adds, the callous of his hands always added a nice texture when it came to head pats. “I did let you pick, perhaps an action one would’ve been better.” He said casually.

“I’m not, it’s just so cozy when you hold and pet me just like this.” You had your blanket rested across both of you, nuzzling comfortably against him, curling into a fetal position against his embrace with every touch. You brought the blanket up to your face, while he patted your back, tracing small circles against it with his thumb.

You didn’t want to fall asleep, trying and failing not to, especially when you had the chance to be with him like this again. “It’s not the movie’s fault you just happen to be much cozier than my own bed.” You admitted with a yawn, your tail thumping against his thigh.

“Plus, your hands always feel nice, even if they’re on the rough side.” You giggled mischievously, propping one half lidded eye open. At that, you heard him chuckle, the sound reverberating from his lips, something your ears loved to pick up on.

“Yeah? I try my best to not be rough with them when it comes to you.” He said quietly, moving to rub his fingers right behind that favorite spot behind your ears, your tail wagging harder, burrowing your nose into the hem of his shirt.

“I can’t be your personal sleeping bag, but we can stay on the couch tonight if you’d prefer that.” At that you lifted your head up, eyes wide in agreement.

“Please, I’d like that. I don’t want you to leave now.” You whined softly, desperately holding onto the front of the dark fabric, rubbing your head into it, properly scent marking it just as you did to all his belongings when he was gone. “Next time, I want to play outside, or is that too much to ask for?” You asked, your tail wanting to tuck around him, bind him to you if it was possible.

The movie playing seemed to be nothing more than white noise between the two of you in the background. Leon scoffed, as if you offended him, which you hadn’t, maybe a little for ever believing you could be too much for him.

“Nothing you could ask for would ever be too much, as long as it’s something I can fulfill within my abilities.” Leon mused, his lips curling into a faint smile.

“In fact, I’m quite comfortable myself like this, with you in my arms.“ He leaned downward, brushing your hair aside to press a kiss to your temple. “Go ahead and rest up, I won’t be going anywhere tonight.” You nodded quietly as your eyes grew heavy underneath his touch and tender kisses across your face.

But she’s on the chubby side, soft stomach, bigger thighs, bigger arms with more stubby hands and stretch marks. She has been insecure about these things for a while and Leon seems to make it a mission to stop that silly mindset!

He just can’t understand why she’s so upset about something he sees as a gift. a woman who feeds, coddles, and cares for him? Whatever god out there must have finally figured he deserves a better life than the one he had while on the streets!

Black Cat Hybrid! Re9 Leon x Chubby Reader🐈‍⬛

Summary: You spent majority of your life sticking out from others in your life, past experiences had worn your self esteem to pieces. However, your cat hybrid reminds you just how much he loves you as you are, no matter what shape or size you take, he’ll put you back together again and again.

CW: SUGGESTIVE,HURT/COMFORT, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, BODY IMAGE + SELF ESTEEM ISSUES, INSECURITIES, IF YOU ARE SEVERELY STRUGGLING, SEEK THE HELP YOU NEED IF YOU CAN OR TALK TO SOMEONE YOU LOVE.

A/N: FYI, I’m not chubby myself, so I apologize if I represented it poorly. Remember you’re all imperfectly perfect, nourish yourself properly whether you’re curvy, flat or the opposite gender, there isn’t an exception for men since they also silently struggle too. It’s inclusive for everyone to read, so the changes are hardly noticeable🖤

A few years ago, Leon was hesitant to return home to you once he was cured. He wasn’t being unfaithful to you by no means, your wedding ring a silent oath, bound together. It appeared that although Elpis had completely rid his system of the virus, it had also altered his body, modifying it differently from the rest of society.

Only this time, it came with a pair of furry ears and a long black tail. He followed up with the agency’s doctors, but it wasn’t something that could be reversed with medical treatment. It took him awhile to get past the first initial stages of denial and self loathing. However, with you by his side, he could overcome any difficulties that might arise.

So why was it that you could love and accept him, with his issues, the new appendages, that you couldn’t reciprocate that same affection towards yourself? Your struggle wasn’t something Leon could physically fight off and that’s what pained him the most.

He was lounging lazily on the couch, tail and ears flicking upwards toward the kitchen every now and then. In his late 30s, he never thought he’d find himself in a better position, and definitely not with someone that could hold him down, reestablishing the unfamiliar sense of hope that things can in fact and do get better.

You catered to his newfound needs, head scratches, cuddles, helped him with his heats, without judging him for his new instincts, even indulging in many of his new cravings.

Things such as purchasing seafood, various meat types, a couple cat toys and having to scold him for not adding greens to his plate like he used to. If he was up for it, those lickable treats weren’t so bad if you were the one feeding it to him, even if he was a grown ass man.

You were preparing his favorite for dinner tonight, baked salmon, bending over to pull the hot tray out, oven mitts in your hands. As you stood upright, you suddenly flinched at the strong muscular pair of arms holding your plush form to his own firm, buff one from behind.

“Leon! You can’t sneak up on me like that— I nearly dropped this entire tray just now.” You complained in irritation.

“I can’t help it, the food smells delicious, though not as much as your scent.” He rasped quietly, sending a shiver down your spine, you attempted to pry his grip off of you, worried he’d feel what was really underneath your clothing.

However the annoyance faded for a second as Leon purred loudly, rubbing the top of his head against your shoulder, the stubble scraping your soft skin, his tail curled upward in contentment.

“Leon, please don’t touch me there, I don’t like it. Listen, it’s not you, I promise it has everything to do with me.” you insisted. It was a habit he could never quite seem to break, yet no matter how many times you told him to stop, he wouldn’t. Leon’s primal instincts always won over his rational thinking, because now he was much more physically affectionate than before.

The truth was, you just never admitted to the cat hybrid why you wanted him to. You set the tray on the kitchen counter, in a hurry you took off your mittens, quickly yanking his hands off your midsection, with a harsher tug than you initially meant to.

Leon immediately stepped back, a flash of hurt evident across his face, the sharp of his ears drooping low, his appetite nearly forgotten now. That was the first time you’d pushed him away so roughly and recently, you’d been much more self conscious, especially since the weather was beginning to warming up. You kept pushing him away repeatedly more often compared to the winter.

“Beloved, Is something the matter?” He asked with a trace of concern in his gravelly voice, the creases of his eyes and forehead crinkling in a worried expression. “I hope you realize I’ve been keeping a much closer eye on you that you realize.”

That immediately made you backtrack— as you stood frozen still in your place, you thought you had hidden it well throughout your relationship. Your previous ones always suggested they’d prefer you better if you shrunk yourself— cruel mocking words, by family, friends, you weren’t safe from the public eye.

“I promise whatever it is you’re assuming, you’re overthinking it, besides it’s something stupid to be upset over, so it’s not important.” You protested, feeling humiliated. God, you shouldn’t be on the verge of breaking down over something as stupid as a simple touch, but you were.

Leon reached out for you once more, tail puffing up as he reached out to you once more. “Hey, none of that, if you would, I’d rather you let me know what’s been going on—

“Can you stop prying into my business? Didn’t I just tell you it was nothing!” You said exclaimed raising your voice, swatting his outstretched hand away. You felt your face heat up with anger, leaving the forgotten tray of fish behind on the counter, taking off down the hallway and into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, scrutinizing every flaw you could make out. He was way out of your league— hybrid or not, why the hell had he bothered to settle down with you? Was he out of options for his dating pool or did he really have bad intentions?

It was already summer—so it was much easier for you to get hot easily, yet you forced yourself into hiding in large sweaters and hoodies no matter how scorching the weather outside was.

You didn’t allow yourself to wear shorts, or tank tops, since your thighs rubbed together, calves weren’t as slim, tight clothing exposed what you wanted to hide. Hell, you couldn’t even wear anything revealing or expose an inch of skin like this, at least that’s what society has told you for years on end.

You lifted your shirt up and turned to the side, before finally breaking down in tears, hands over your face now. Is this what Leon saw too? Or has he forced himself to love you?

You constantly found yourself in this endless cycle of wanting to be smaller— trying to a new fad diet— failing—rinse and repeat for years, no matter what you did, it was simply never enough.

You realized at a younger age that comparison would be the death of you, after all it is the thief of happiness. In a split second, You were snapped out of your incoming racing thoughts with two firm knocks at the bathroom door, then another. You weren’t even sure how long you were in there nitpicking yourself.

“Love? May I come in?” Leon’s muffled voice called out through the door. Immediately, you panicked, running cold water over your face, eyes puffy, face flushed, wiping away snot dry with toilet paper. “You’ve been in there far too long, and I’m worried about you, our dinner’s getting cold.”

“No! No! I’ll be out there in a second, I just needed to wash my face!” You shouted. Great, not only did you feel like a mess but you looked like one, how embarrassing.

You turned off the sink and opened the bathroom door, only this time you actively avoided his intense gaze. Was he judging you right now? Has he finally realized he doesn’t want to be with you anymore? That he’d finally get up and leave to find a different partner—

Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, in a strong warm embrace, wary of your sensitive areas. His strong calloused hands rested on the gentle flesh of your shoulders, a hard expression now on the crease of his brows, ears pulled backwards, his tail flicking behind him in irritation.

“I don’t know what’s going on— but I know you’re hurting. If I could fight it off for you, I would’ve did so years ago.” He said, leaning in closer to pepper small kisses all over your face, his hands now resting on the plush of your torso, giving it a firm squeeze, grounding himself that you were truly real, and not a figment of his imagination.

“Please, let me help, or at least let me show you that I care.” He sighed, resting his head against your shoulder, purring softly, close enough that he could hear the racing beat of your heart— so he knew you were upset. “You aren’t alone anymore and neither am I.”

You soft hands petted the top of his ears as the purring grew in volume. “I don’t like the way my body looks, you could have settled for better— someone smaller, more attractive, so, why me out of everyone else?” You croaked out, swallowing the tears that threatened to spill.

“You’re too good for me and I’m nothing in comparison—“ You protested, babbling on and on, endless cruel insults towards yourself. At that, he held your hand in both of his much larger ones pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, his purr reverberating through your palm.

“That’s where you’re wrong, can’t you see? I’m just as imperfect as you.” Leon said, his fuzzy ears much more attentive, twitching for any sign of your next reaction, his tail was low now. “Or must I show you? I always believed it was the other way around.” He admitted quietly with a low chuckle, other hand still resting on your plush waist.

“I love all of your qualities— whether you’re small or not. You’re the one person who’s been my steady rock this entire time, even as a feline.”

Leon sighed as he lead your free hand beneath his shirt, causing your face to heat up and breath to hitch in return. You could feel a particular old puncture would in his left shoulder.

“This is an old bullet wound from 98’, it’s pretty fuckin’ nasty to look at, but you kiss it better, makes the nightmares seem more dull.” Leon said sincerely in a much more raw tone, his tail seemingly puffing up and quivering from behind.

Your tears seemed to stop in an instant, you didn’t love him any less for these, but you swore it up and down it was a different case for you. Leon was more than willing to show you it wasn’t.

He moved your hands towards the center of his chest beneath his shirt, an extraction scar— the ones he never explained to you, until now. You could feel the way goosebumps littered across his scarred skin beneath your gentle touch.

“This one’s from a mission I took on back in Spain, another gnarly sight but I wouldn’t have made it out of there alive otherwise.” He explained sincerely, his ears were now standing upright, taut, including his tail, looping into a small curl.

“Leon listen— that’s not nearly equivalent, you’re you and everything I’m not—“ you sniffled quietly, wiping your face, and yet, even like this, his eyes gazed at you with the same adoration since you first met.

“It might not be the same, yet I still hold the same affection for you, like you do for these, when you touch me.” Leon said, purring, his tail looping around your leg, as he suddenly nudged his head forward into your chest. “Whatever shape you take, I’m not going anywhere, I know where home is and it’s in your arms.”

You choked back another hiccup, only this time you were crying, because of his sweet words. It was a foreign balm after being used to the constant pressure and harassment to be perfect, but while you were together, your sweet kitty loved you from the inside out.

Sub! Re9 CEO Leon x Top! Reader🪦

Summary: Your husband has been nothing but a nuisance all week. The last of your patience snaps and you’ve decided you had enough of his nonsense, showing him who’s the one really in control in your relationship.

CW: 18+, NSFW, MINORS DNI, PEGGING ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, ANAL SEX, USE OF BLINDFOLDS + CHASITY CAGE, OVERSTIMULATION, SEMI PUBLIC SEX, BRAT TAMING + DEGRADATION KINK

A/N: ILYSM TOP READERS!! I’m writing whatever people suggest, so therefore my works don’t apply for the majority. Anon, I didn’t know what a chasity cage was until I looked it up, but this was SO fun to write, I apologize for how short it is😭🖤

Leon considered himself a fairly composed man, as it should be. His reputation at the company preceded his success, consistently making sure every department and his employees remained in order at all times. He could always pick up on the immediate hesitation upon the faces of new hires, including the subordinates that have been working there for years.

As a result, since majority of people were willing to bend over backwards in order to earn his favor, his ego only began to grow, fully aware anything could be accomplished with the simple snap of his fingers. After all, Leon could decide who should resign, he didn’t need anyone under his name who wouldn’t benefit him. He required efficiency, not lethargic workers without drive.

However, you on the other hand, were anything but fond of his recent behavior this past week. Even more importantly, you weren’t a fan of those who were far too full of themselves. You knew your husband was intentionally acting out to rile you up, and it was working, annoying you to your wits end. It couldn’t wait until the two of you got home, not this time.

It’s ironic how the tables turn suddenly, here he was lying, on his back against his office desk, the suit and tie both unbuttoned, exposing the bare chest, his once combed neat hair disheveled.

His suit pants and boxers were completely down to his ankles. The only thing visible thing was the glint of chasity cage around the entire length, the flushed tip leaking, dripping hot release onto his inner thighs, the sensation cool against the office air.

Leon was in for a real treat now, considering you were stuffing him full of your strap instead, pushed deep inside his rear, your other hand wrapped around his neck, cutting off most of the access to his airway.

Leon wasn’t sure how many rounds the two of you had gone at this point, his weeping cock aching, yet he was still half hard from your dominant performance. He’d already made a mess of cum across the surface, along with a sticky puddle against the carpet floor— like you were trying to drain him until his balls shriveled into raisins.

“You think you can get away with testing my limits huh— look at the greedy worthless cumslut you’ve become underneath me— not very professional now are you?” You grunted, removing the grip from his neck to hold his muscular thighs apart as they trembled.

He gasped, heaving hard with a flushed face, the silk black fabric around his eyes blinding him completely, as he arched backwards, you continued your brutal pace into his abused hole, rocking your hips forward.

“Please— no more— don’t fuck me dry— I can’t.” Leon whispered with a strained tone. He rocked into you, not that he was worried you wouldn’t make him cum again, he understood the play-acting. A part of him also didn’t care, he felt drunk off the pleasure alone, and incredulously high.

“You can still give me one more.” You bring your lips to his ear, your arm crushing him back into the desk . “I still think you’re forgetting who has the upper hand here.” You snarled.

Leon struggled to speak and nodded his head as best as he could. His lips beneath the blindfold glistened with previous drool coating the front of them, like a perfect gloss under the fluorescent lighting.

“Then I’m sure you know what that means, babe, don’t you?” You growled, your fingernails pressing down into his thighs, probably deep enough to bleed if you wanted. “It means I’ll fuck you however I want, as many times I want—if you think I can’t keep up with you.”

Leon writhed under your hold, completely spent, his tears had already soaked into the fabric over his eyes. Every grunt and moan he held back, was even more agonizing as the last. He felt the tip of his cock painfully pulse for yet again another release.

“Please— dear— I can’t come another time!” He croaked out, his voice hoarse from trying to stifle his moans and previous orgasms. You were also completely worn out, but you were pushing past his limits the way he did yours. Your legs and midsection were starting to ache, but you needed to teach him some manners first.

“Don’t tell me the stupid whore can't handle a little more— what happened to the big boss, not afraid your little subordinates might catch us?” You taunted heaving hard with each thrust, most likely about to cum again, before him.

“Fuck— I know honey— M’sorry—- M’sorry, won’t do it again, please.”

Leon whined as his cock twitches at the thought, begging for attention. He grunted— trying to maintain the last semblance of his forgotten pride and dignity from before. Leon couldn’t see you but he could picture your smile and hazy, mean expression, the one he loved when you topped him this way.

Leon was muttering incoherent curses underneath his breath from how every one of his senses practically burned from the overstimulation. Especially since the cage restricted further access from being able to stroke himself.

“Or was it finally taking my cock inside you for you to get your shit together, hm?” You cooed, using your thumb to gently caress the side of his face, wiping the dried tears, and a few missed ones above his light stubble.

With one final grind of your hips you finally settled, cumming again, completely out of breath, the office reeking of sweat and sex. Even if he cleaned up his long time subordinates would know— just like every other time in the past.

His bottom lip trembled just slightly as he came again from your cruel words, spilling over his abdomen, only this time it was a pathetic amount as you pulled out harshly.

“Now look at this mess, you got the whole fucking place stained—and yourself, like a dirty wench.” You panted, taking the blindfold off and discarding it aside, glaring into his teary brimmed blue eyes. He looked like an absolute mess, sweat brimming across his temple.

“Listen up, because I expect you to clean this filth up with your tongue, so get your slutty ass to work.” You snarled, grabbing a hold of his neck tightly before letting go. He gasped desperately with a fucked out expression, coughing, in an attempt to catch his breath against the office desk— he desperately hoped no one had overheard him.

Sub Death Island! Leon X Fem Top! Reader🕸️

Summary: Leon arrives home from Alcatraz Island, wanting nothing more than to enjoy his vacation with you properly. He’s lucky, because you knew exactly how to help him wind down.

CW:18+,PORN NO PLOT, NO MINORS, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, FULLY CONSENSUAL, CLOTHED SEX, FROTTAGE, BEGGING, HUMILIATION + DEGRADATION KINK.

A/N: You’re too sweet anon, that one is horribly written imo😭 but I LOVE me a good submissive older leon, the devil works hard but I work harder, so I’ll keep writing them. My NSFW isn’t the best, so I hesitate posting these compared to my SFW. I hope you like this improved version as much as I enjoyed writing for it🖤

Leon should have felt ashamed, really, or that’s what society expects a masculine, bulky, man like him to be. The agent’s morals lied elsewhere, he never believed a woman couldn’t please him any less.

Even when he was younger, if the experience felt good and ignited positive emotions, that was what mattered most, rather than the average stereotype. He and his first ex girlfriend also tried out other sexual acts, positions included.

He loved you as much as you loved him, during intimacy, if safe words and consent was established, it wouldn’t bother him whatsoever. Neither would Leon hold a grudge if you wished to withdraw halfway through, even if he was mid orgasm, he could take care of the rest himself.

However, any time you laid a hand on him, he shamelessly would subject himself to anything you had in mind or wanted to experiment with. Besides, he’s not embarrassed to admit he loved being taken care of, instead of constantly being the one in control.

You had taunted him continuously through text on his way back from San Francisco. Leon was forced to hide the way his boner popped out from the rest of the team. If he was found out, he’d never hear the end of it from that point on.

Though, the risk alone of being accidentally exposed by the others sent blood pumping south even more. He was on his best behavior, making sure not to touch himself, since your hands felt better than his large, much rougher ones.

It was worth the wait because there you were, awaiting his arrival with an expectant gaze, tapping your thigh, a clear sign of an open invitation.

Leon hadn’t even bothered to change out, far too aroused just by looking at you. Other than his bulletproof vest carelessly tossed aside to the floor, he was more than desperate for your sinful caresses where he needed it most.

So that’s exactly why he was was currently straddling your thigh, hands on your shoulders, rocking his hips back and forth, the bulge of his straining cock evident beneath his tactical pants.

“Please! Please! Stop teasing me… that’s enough—just fuck me already!” Leon whimpered, crumbling with only the soft flesh of your leg. “I need your big cock inside me honey—I can’t take it anymore!“ Leon moaned, his glossy lips parting.

Leon wasn’t afraid to admit he had a guilty pleasure for your strap pounding deep inside him if he was particularly bratty. He didn’t mind sucking your strap off either, if he gagged on it , he convinced himself that it was entirely his fault, not yours.

He pressed your foreheads together, shoving his lips against yours sloppily, his teeth accidentally gnashing and clicking right into yours. Whenever it came to you being on top, he felt like a horny teenager all over again.

You could feel the way his light stubble scraped against your face with each desperate kiss. Your fingers dug into the scarred muscle beneath his shirt, as he rut into your leg, with more feverish intensity than before.

“That’s it babe. Go ahead and use my leg like the filthy bitch in heat you are.” You panted in between kisses, equally hot and bothered as he was. Your panties were fully soaked, getting high off every loud noise he was making.

“It’s not— I need more—baby please, I’m begging you— Oh god 'm gonna— oh god, oh fuck, fuck, fuck—“

Leon whined, pulling away from your lips, rubbing his erect groin against your clothed cunt, a wet spot appearing in the front of his jeans, searching for the friction you refused to give him. He already soiled the inside of his boxers, all sticky and warm with precum.

Beneath his blue shirt, which reeked of previous gunpowder and perspiration, your hands ran over the old lesions, faded away with time. It never failed to make him shudder under your touch.

The familiar scent of his musk had you bucking your hips forward against his dick, the stiff rock hardness a soothing relief to the throbbing pulse between yours. You twisted and turned a tight little bud, rubbing your index finger over it.

“Wanna show me how sensitive your cock is?” You whisper lifting the base of his shirt up, trailing downward kisses, then nibbling the bud with the front of your teeth. You began sucking like you could milk his pecs completely dry.

You toyed around with his spit-laced nipple so well he tossed his head back, voice cracking with shaky moans. You used your hot breath, exhaling, flicking your tongue side to side. You could see the smallest traces of goosebumps littering his skin each time your wet muscle moved.

“A-ah, that feels so good! Ngh—I’m gonna need so much more than that to cum for you honey—“

Leon gasped out, his back arching at the sudden stimulation to his bud, quivering above you. His thighs were trembling, as he tried his hardest not to squeeze them together. His testicles practically ached each time you denied his orgasm.

His hands weren’t a secondary option to touch himself and you’d make sure of that, swatting them away if deemed necessary.

You detached your swollen red lips from his upper body, satisfied at all the love bites surrounding him, the teeth marks littering the skin.

You pulled his shirt back down harshly. It filled you with immense amount of pride knowing that only you got to undo his usually stoic and cheeky self this way. Along with seeing his physique underneath all his clothing.

“What was that? You gonna come in your pants for me, sweetheart?” You purred against his chest, as if you were a succubus meant to corrupt him.

To be fair even if you were, he’d let you, anytime you wanted, if he was feeling a little more risky, he’d love nothing more than to be in a public space where you two could potentially get caught love making.

“N-No! Not without your permission!” He whined, his face crinkling with tears and pleasure.

You were sat on the couch, thighs spread out for him to use. Each time he’d protest, you’d reassure him you’d be fine beneath his much heavier weight. It always grounded you, a constant reminder that he came home alive once more.

You weren’t some fragile, petite individual who needed someone to step in. You hated that shitty label, who the hell set that up for women? In fact, you’d much rather portray yourself as a heroine instead.

Leon admired that independent trait, he didn’t have to worry so much knowing you could handle your own skin should anything occur if he wasn’t around.

"Should I touch my favorite whore? When you look so pretty like this, I might not be able to restrain myself.” You teased, using the back of your hand to brush the part of his bangs that stuck to his temple. He shuddered with a soft moan, nuzzling against your hand.

“Y-Yes! Honey—Ah, touch me— over here please.” He panted yanking your hand in his, shoving it against his covered groin, with every roll of his hips. “I need your hands on me.”

In response, you began palming him gently, your thumb tracing the needy head over the fabric tent. You pushed against it, releasing a few spurts of cum beneath your fingers into the front of his pants. You squeezed, playing with his balls just right.

“Christ— Hng—ahh, you feel amazing, treating me like that— turns me on every time.” He said choking on his own words halfway.

It caused his knees to buckle inwards as you lifted your thigh upwards the best you could, emitting a higher pitched whine. His face crinkling with ecstasy.

Your previous partners always shut down your suggestion to be the dominant one, crushing your self esteem. As a result you were far less willing to take your relationships to the next level in the bedroom after that.

So when you met Leon, you were expecting to receive the same backlash like the others. Only this time, he was your first boyfriend to be open to it, hell, grateful wouldn’t even begin to describe the way you felt, so you’d show him just how much through your actions instead.

"Shit, Leon you're so hard right now—-making a dirty fuckin’ mess all over my jeans." You groaned letting go of his dick, rolling your hips upwards, the heat from the fabric and the familiar pressure in your gut starting to coil.

“Only you turn me into this mess, fuck— not that anyone needs to know.” He grinned, with a heavy breathless chuckle.

“No one will— it’s just us.” You moaned lightly. “You’re all mine to for me to keep, so don’t forget it.”

You said as you scoffed lightheartedly in response, since Leon was practically bouncing against your thigh now, so close to his own release.

The couch was groaning beneath the repeated motions, the older man met his lips with yours, while he humped faster. Leon loved when you were on a possessive streak, made him feel like he had a sense of belonging.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum—most definitely like the whore I am—“ He grunted, huskily, his mouth parting for a bit. “No regrets about that.”

His hands met your nape, yours hands now on the muscle of his ass, squeezing hard, the friction began to almost burn the quicker he went. You utilized the opportunity of his open mouth, slamming yours into his, swirling your tongue around, exploring the inside.

You sucked hard on his tongue as he gasped, trying to come up for a slip for air with your ruthless kisses. Upon orgasming Leon pulled back with an shudder, a string of saliva connecting your parted lips as he finally came hard into his boxers, heaving heavily from the post bliss.

You came at the same time, pressing your thighs together over his, clawing into Leon’s back, leaving a trail of red.

Leon hissed at the sting, hips twitching, the puddle in front of his jeans even larger now, riding out the last of his release. He finally came to a slow stop, resting his head on your shoulder, fucked out of his mind without being inside you. You could feel the moisture from his previously shed tears into your shirt.

“Thank you.” He croaked out, voice hoarse from all the sounds he was making, your poor neighbors. “You make it worth my while, knowing I have a reason to keep going, and possibly to get my brains turned to mush instead of eaten.” He said with an airy laugh, like he just ran a mile.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, I’ll run the shower for us. I hope you know, I ruined my favorite pair of jeans all for you.” You snorted in disbelief, equally worn out, if not worse. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be upset right now.

You could practically feel the shit eating grin spreading across his face, acting like he wasn’t begging mere seconds ago. Leon sighed contently at the softness of your hands intertwined in his dark brown hair, his body relaxing in your embrace.

Mind if a request a bit of comfort?

I…just got my period and I’ve been CRAVING physical contact.

Any chance we could get a hybrid Leon x female vet reader who is on her period? Like she takes a day off of work and just rests in bed, Leon who’s used to her taking shifts is surprised, but he sniffs her eagerly, enjoying the scent?

Then Leon curls up and either spoons reader from behind or just holds her. Nuzzling her like crazy?

Maybe his body keeps her warm from behind while he massages her abdomen and reader just melts into the embrace? Like he could even just comfort her the way he would comfort a mate?

Love your works! <3

Hybrid! Leon comforting Fem Veterinarian! Reader on her cycle🐾

Summary: You’re in pain, everything feels so tender and you want nothing more than to cuddle up with your own personal heating pad. Thankfully, he’s happier to fulfill all your needs & more in the blink of an eye.

CW: None, only comfort, established relationship, no specification for who you wanted, so I chose di and re2r leon since they’d be the most physically affectionate, and were mentally the healthiest points of his life, so it’d be harder to hold back their instincts. You can decide on which you prefer more or imagine the one you had in mind. I apologize if it isn’t the versions you wanted, but I appreciate your kind words, take care anon 🖤

You immediately recognized the subtle signs at first, the way your mood shifted, bloating, constant cravings for sweets in which, Leon would gladly ruin his sleep routine for 3am snack runs. He always remained alert, his ears standing up straight whenever it came to you, hurting just as much if he saw you in pain.

You weren’t sure which day it was coming, and you were hoping it wouldn’t come throughout the week when you had a shift to clock into. Your hybrid had more than enough saved from his time with the government for you to retire completely, but that’s not the life you wanted yet.

Besides, you believed hard work paid off, you loved having your own money knowing you earned it yourself. Your style wasn’t to be reliant financially on a man, no matter how happy you were, for your peace of mind.

Leon knew how important your job was to you, he often voiced his concerns of you burning yourself out. He’d seen it happen a couple times, as he’d whine, leaning close into your space. He worried that you prioritized helping others instead of yourself far too much, even if you denied the fact.

He noticed, just as every detail in your demeanor, even the smallest details such as a different lip tint shade or the extra jewelry you wore on a day you two went out.

Even the smallest changes in your scent and hormones, to put in bluntly, he wasn’t the biggest fan of perfumes. His nose was sensitive, besides, it masked your scent that truly grounded him when he missed you.

It was the center of the week, and you obviously kept a strict routine, making sure you got a sufficient amount of sleep, for the following days. At times it was like living with a robot, only when you were on your way, but coming back, you could finally relax in his arms.

Leon never liked being apart from you too long, so you kept your door open, while he kept watch, making sure you were safe and no intruders made their way in. It was a fixed instinct that had been ingrained to him for years after all. However during the summer, you have to lock him up in his own crate, he was way too warm during the heatwaves.

It wasn’t until you awoke to an unbearable pain in the middle of the night, you sat up immediately, groaning in agony, one hand rested against your stomach.

You didn’t understand why menstrual cycles were even a thing, couldn’t you just be fertile without the constant worry of bleeding through? The woman’s body was resilient and the source of all life, so was it fair that this was the price to pay— even for the four legged animals?

You noticed a pool of moisture in between your legs and beneath you. You immediately pulled the blanket noticing the crimson stains that was left across the once white sheets and pajama pants. You groaned in annoyance, while your stomach cramped like crazy, leaning over with a whimper.

“Leon?” You raised your voice, wincing. It was far too late for this crap, as you checked your clock, 2am, just great when you had to be up by 5am. “Leon!” You shouted, your voice cracking in pitch.

“Are you awake by any chance? Fuck—It hurts— to get up on my own, and I’ve soiled my favorite pair of sleepwear.” You shouted down the dark hallway, pulling the handle to your bedside lamp.

Leon’s ears twitched, as he sat up from his bed, his reflexes were still just as quick, his sensitive ears made him quite the alert hybrid, even if he didn’t need to be.

He heard the evident pain in your voice, immediately moving towards your room in an instant, as he saw you squirming in pain, eyes squeezed shut, then the scent that filled his nostrils.

It was a sweet coppery scent that always made his primal side swoon, didn’t matter if you found it disgusting or not.

Really, anything that you loved or had your traces never failed to lift his spirits. He had an ex girlfriend in the past and a couple flings, so he knew how to handle this, like most things.

“Shh, Shh, I’m right here with you now. I heard you across the hallway, it’s your time of the month again, isn’t it?” Leon asked with a worried tone and expression, he held your hands in his, using the rough of his thumb to gently rub the back of your soft hands. His ears were facing you, his tail a little puffed out in concern.

“I’ll have to call in for tomorrow.” You grumbled, a mix of relief and annoyance at the break you’d let yourself hardly allowed yourself. “I think I can make it to the bathroom and back. I just need to change out of these and the bedsheets.” You gestured towards the blood that tinted the bed and yourself where the scent was the strongest.

“Alright, don’t worry about changing the sheets, I can get it cleaned up, it’s no trouble at all, alright?” Leon said in a reassuring manner, letting the palm of your hand go.

He placed an arm under your shoulder, helping you to stand up on your own. You winced slightly, but it hurt a little less with the hybrid at your side.

You about to make your way to the bathroom, slowly limping with each step, until you felt yourself being lifted up off the floor bridal style with ease.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, I’m not a helpless damsel in distress, Leon. Have you forgotten I’ve got complete and full control of my legs?” You complained, grunting in response.

Even if you were on the chubbier side, he didn’t have an issue with it, it made all the weight training he did worth it.

Leon had a lot of experience carrying others, Ashley, Helena, you name it. With his hybrid genetic material, it made him stronger than the average human, not that he’d ever allow a man to gawk at you for long, let alone lay a finger on you. He’d bite both their hands off if they dare tried it while he was around.

You looked up to see Leon’s gaze completely focused, facing forward, his long strides on the path towards the bathroom down the hallway. Even if the dim light, he was still as handsome as ever. The fluffy ears sitting at the top of his head only added to his charm.

“You’re bleeding, that alone is a cause for concern. You’re under my care now, so call me Dr. Kennedy if you will.” He hummed. “A little ironic how the roles have switched now, don’t you agree?” He added cheekily.

“Oh stop it, before I decide to send you back to your crate like I used to.” You swatted his bicep in mild annoyance, the banter a nice addition to the profession you lead.

Leon rolled his eyes as he set you down onto your feet, twisting the knob open and flicking on the light switch.

His ears were standing upright, his tail wagging at your scent, your hormonal changes noted by his keen senses. He wished to bury his nose where the aroma was the strongest but now wasn’t the time for that. Maybe another day if you’d let him get a taste or two.

“I’ll bring you a new set of pajamas, your second favorite. I know which, don’t worry.” Leon said pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, tapping your shoulder gently.

“Huh? No, I’m more than capable of doing it alone.” You protested, but even that attempt was futile. “It’s just my period it’s nothing inherently life threatening—“

“It’s not up for discussion, get yourself cleaned up sweetheart, and don’t hesitate to call for me to carry you back if you need it, hm?” He reassured you, acting like he didn’t just cut you off mid sentence, closing the bathroom door behind you.

You peeled your own clothing off, and stepped into the shower, closing the curtain right behind you. As you ran the water, the hot liquid felt relaxing against your sore and tender body. You scrubbed all around yourself, hearing the bathroom door open.

“I’ve brought you your stuff, don’t keep me waiting too long, love. You know your pup gets lonely waiting too long when you aren’t around.” He chuckled, closing the door shut right after with a soft click of the handle.

You were about to reply with a sassy comeback but decided to keep your mouth shut for now, that could wait until you were back in bed.

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Leon kept his word as you were propped upright in between his pair of strong legs, his tail thumping happily, being so close to you felt like heaven on earth, like a divine gift.

“Does this feel alright? I want to make sure I don’t tug on your hair too much.” He chuckled. “I’m not a hair stylist by no means.”

You giggled in return, leaning your back against his muscular chest, eyes fluttering shut. “It’s more than perfect, in fact I’m sure you know I can’t really remember the last time I relaxed like this.” You sighed, about to fall asleep at his mere touch alone.

Leon ran a comb through your now dried hair, parting your hair into sections, after he used a towel to tenderly dry it out. The dog hybrid loved the way you relaxed as he held you, it only made him want to keep you with him like this forever.

“You should take your days off more often then, stay home with me, where you’re the one taken care of, for once instead.” He mused. “Can’t you see how much you wear yourself out already baby?”

But Leon knew that wasn’t possible, the world needed you, and medical experts were one of the most high demanding careers, and for good reason.

He knew the toll it took on you so he took it upon himself to manage the responsibilities at home majority of the time, like some househusband. If you wanted to consider him that, he’s elated with the idea, no complaints there.

“I know I need to utilize my sick days, but most days I hardly feel the exhaustion. For the record, one of us has to make sure we still have a place to live in, plus, I love what I do for a living.” You sighed, your shoulders slumping.

Once Leon tied your hair into a firm braid, he used his fingers to brush away any loose strand. He laid you onto your side but was especially wary of your midsection, fluffing a pillow out beneath you first. His buff arm wrapped around your waist, as he pressed his nose against your nape, sniffing you up close now, just how he loves it.

“Love, as long as you take breaks in between. If your hair happens to falls apart during the night, blame the pillows not me.” Leon grinned, rubbing his head across your face, scenting you properly.

“Quit being so cheesy, it’s a shame you’re a pain that a dose of ibuprofen can’t get rid of.” You snorted, the faith of your lip lifting upwards. As much as you became easily irritated towards him on your period, it went through one ear and out the other. Leon had a thing for feisty women, or rather he just loved when only you were, good days or bad.

“You won’t need those, in fact— I’ll prescribe you with cuddles, no exceptions, these are mandatory procedures you have to take.” Leon said in a matter of fact statement. He lifted his arm for a second, pinching the softness your cheek, the rhythm of his tail even more aggressive.

“Sometimes, I question why I selected you out of all hybrids to take home with me from the shelter.” You lied sleepily, rubbing the sore spot on your cheek. You laid down fully now, the side of your face rested against the soft pillows, the sheets now fresh and warm from the dryer.

“On second thought, thank you for this, even if I’m being the most negative nancy in town right now.” You groaned, against the twitch in your lower stomach, it didn’t hurt as much nor were the pains as persistent as before.

“You should more than glad it was me, I’m not quite like the rest. Besides, whether you throw a ball or insults at me, I’d take it, even if it’s a grenade too.” He muttered, licking short stripes against the back of your neck, pressing gentle kisses against your shoulder.

You hummed contently, since he was warm for his physique, it eased your cramping and bloating. “Just let me have this, have you right here where you belong.” Leon growled lowly, ears fluffing back for a second.

The base of his hands ran under your shirt as he kneaded your stomach, rubbing circles with the calloused skin, an exhale escaping you. You felt like a warm puddle in his comforting embrace, as if the stress of your current life couldn’t get you now.

“Mm, fine. That feels really nice, please keep going if you must.” You said closing your eyes shut now. Leon growled lowly, both nudging and rubbing his head against your temple now, overly protective now that you were more fertile than ever.

Leon really didn’t like how you had to be around other male coworkers— even worse hybrids while at your job. He knew how addictive your scent was, and was aware others would pick up on it. Hence, why he wished to mark your insides properly once you were ready for the commitment and fully available to be home at all times.

“Good night Leon, and don’t stay up too late, you need your own rest too. Those are your Doctor’s orders too for your information.” You giggled, reaching your hand out to flick his forehead, turning back around. His hand rested on your hip now, squeezing the soft plush that was there.

Leon was obsessed with your body, the shape of your curves, every inch, the sharp and rounder edges, every imperfection deserved the same amount of love and attention. It didn’t matter if your size fluctuated, you were unique, one of a kind, and your appearance wouldn’t change his absolute devotion towards you.

“Yes, ma’am.” He concluded placing his head on your neck now, keeping you close, as if he could mold into one with you. “I’d quit eating apples if it meant you were the only doctor I shouldn’t stay away from.”

A small ‘tch’ escaped you, your back still facing him as your shoulder shook with a silent laughter. At this point he was purposefully trying to get on your last nerve, he wasn’t getting the best of you tonight, though.

“Quit trying to piss me off. I hope you realize that won’t work, I have more than enough energy to argue tonight if that’s what you want.” You groaned, not that you meant anything you were saying.

“Hm, well good night to you too. Don’t try shutting me out now, I’ll be right here if anything.” Leon said, keeping a firm grasp on you, his tail just slightly curling around your thigh. He heard your heartbeat thumping slowly in your chest. It was his favorite kind of music if someone were to ask his about his genre preferences.

Leon knew you heard everything he said so he muttered one last thing. He didn’t let up with the ministrations across your waist however, enjoying the feeling of you falling limp.

“I hope you realize, I love you so much more than you’ll ever know. Now, time to get some well deserved rest, that’ll be your medical treatment.” He whispered quietly into your neck, he couldn’t help but want to nuzzle you like a junkie getting his first fix, but he held back some of those urges for your sake.

Leon’s ears turned in each direction, at any unfamiliar sound you couldn’t pick up on. However they were facing primarily towards you, keeping note of your vitals the exact same way you did for your patients. He wasn’t a heart monitor by no means but he’d try to be until the week was over.

I had an idea for Vendetta Leon x Male Reader (he is taller then leon ). Leon’s depressed and emotionally exhausted, then he meets Y/N. They click instantly and genuinely enjoy each other’s company. Y/N is openly gay and keeps dropping hints while trying to take Leon out to dinner… meanwhile Leon is standing there completely clueless 😭Later Y/N asks if Leon wants to come back to his hotel, and Leon basically short-circuits trying to explain he’s not gay. Awkwardness™ happens, but they talk it out and decide to stay friends because they actually had a really good time together.But then Leon spends the whole night suffering because he realizes… he doesn’t actually hate the idea 👁️👁️ Y/N is handsome, sweet, and suddenly Leon imagining “trying something new” doesn’t sound bad at all.Basically: Leon Kennedy accidentally discovers he’s bisexual and has a crisis about it 😭

Vendetta! Leon x Male!Reader🕷️

Summary: Leon decides to finally get his life together, putting himself out there once more . He knows the clock is ticking, until he instantly clicks with you. Everything goes smoothly when suddenly you put him in a situation where he’s feeling emotions he thought were reserved only for the opposite sex.

CW:None, angst/fluff, internalized homophobia & feelings realization, self acceptance, post vendetta events.

You have my full gratitude, also my first male reader request, so I was super excited!! I brushed it up to fit your current description. This is a bittersweet concept & something the queer community can all relate to, it’s a struggle to get past the internalized homophobia. The constant cycle of second guessing yourself, it’s hard not to feel outcasted from the vast majority, so if any male readers see this, remember you’re never alone🖤

Leon had started thinking to himself, as he sat in inside a retro diner he hadn’t bothered reading the name of. His order arrived, hot burger and fries, a nameless classic he enjoyed in his youth. When he and his friends from the police academy would spend leisure time at some burger joint outside training hours.

Rebecca and Chris had a point, he couldn’t wallow in his own self pity forever, to bask in his misery, even if he found a sense a comfort at the pain from strong whiskey. His cravings for the substance were slowly but surely beginning to subside, taking it one day at a time which Rebecca constantly reminded him of.

If it wasn’t those two for their persistence, he wouldn’t have gotten as far as he did without their support. Presumably, Leon wasn’t a huge fan of boasting his wealth, wasn’t worth it if he had nothing or anyone to spend in on asides from the only consistent people in his life, which was rare.

However he made sure to donate and tip heavily whenever the opportunity was presented, always including an extra amount to younger, newer faces. Leon understood their jitter, so he cut them slack, even if the individual got his order wrong or forgot something, that wasn’t an issue, simply a practice for relearning patience once more.

The truth was, the reason he found himself again at the restaurant, was for you. A much taller, attractive man, always chatting him up like he was worth the time and trouble, when service was running slow. He’d intentionally come in during the shifts you worked, with a small smile on his face and a bright one on yours.

“There you are, how’s my favorite regular been? Have you ordered on the same old usual you like so much?” You chuckled as you walked towards him, extending your arm in a wave. The way your apron cinched your torso, how the uniform shirt fitted your form was pleasing to the eyes to say the least. One side of Leon’s face lifted upwards into a half smile, not surprised at your sudden presence.

“It could’ve been worse, it’s better now that you asked.” Leon admitted, it wasn’t often that people questioned his daily life, accustomed to the other way around. “The food is still as delicious as ever, might need to cut back eventually.” He cheekily added, with a raise of his brow, although most of them time he left his food half untouched.

You leaned over, the palm of your hand pressed against the table, with a pliant shrug.

“You sure you aren’t just here to visit? If I recall you’re only ever around when I’m put on the schedule. At least that’s what my coworkers tell me. Don’t make me hope you got a thing for me I don’t know about.” You casually said, standing to your full height now. Leon would be lying if he said he was a little envious of your height, so used to being the one who protected those who felt small, now he did.

“If this thing is practically spoiling you with the amount of cash, you could say that.” Leon snorted faintly, an amused tone laced in his voice, as he took a long swig of his root beer. How ironic given the name, but it’s better than the actual booze itself. “If that’s why you’ve been extra friendly towards me.” Leon replied, swirling the ice cubes with his cup.

He knew about your sexuality, and although you had some doubts, Leon wasn’t at all bothered by it. In fact, he’s seen and been through so much shit in his life, that someone’s sexual preference was hardly the tip of the iceberg. The only issue was, his self confidence wasn’t as high as it used to be, but he’d been trying to groom himself better and build back the muscle he lost.

“Maybe, the cash is nice and convenient, don’t get me wrong.” You shrugged placing both hands in the pockets of your apron. “That’s not the actual reason though, I’m much more interested in the customer who hands it out to me like money grows on trees.” You playfully retorted, however you didn’t take any real offense, it just meant you had to be a little more direct. However, in the case he hasn’t felt the same, you’d take the blow, even if it took time to heal.

Leon folded his arms, gazing at his half eaten burger, his once hot and ready dish already cold and unappetizing. He wasn’t sure how much track of time he lost, but it was pretty late so not many people would be coming in.

“Is that how it is then?” Leon laughed quietly. “That’s the food service industry for you, pleasing the hand that feeds gets you far in those settings.” Leon said in a lighthearted manner. He wasn’t wrong and the reality sucked, but most jobs like these were only a temporary struggle, and that settled your unease.

“That’s not quite what I meant, Kennedy.” You grinned, giving him a mischievous look. Leon appreciated your bright and sly nature, it was opposite to his own, and definitely lifted his moods when he was down. “You’ll see in due time.” You noted just as sassy as ever.

It was nice to see you stayed positive, regardless of the rude customers that came in and out. It was at those moments Leon didn’t hesitate to step in at any notice, even if you were more than capable of deescalating the situation.

“I’m looking forward to it then.” Leon chuckled, his obliviousness both a curse and a blessing all at once. You might need to up your game just a little more you thought, something not too overly pushy but casual, like a shared dinner between friends. “Say, I’m pretty much done with this, still as good as usual, mind giving my thanks to Joseph in the back, I can tell he’s on the clock tonight.” Leon gestured with a salute.

He placed his used napkin onto the plate, chugging down the last of his pop. It was a small gesture but went a long way, especially since many customers left a whole mess for you to clean up after. How thoughtful, you hated how the bare minimum made your chest flutter.

You barked out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re so clueless it nearly wounds me.” You said dramatically wiping a nonexistent tear with your index finger. “By the way, are you planning to take your leftovers with you?” You sincerely asked, after all, you didn’t want to throw it away if he still wanted it.

Leon gave you a confused gawk and shook his head in response. “No, not tonight. It won’t be as good if I reheat it again the next day, it’s better fresh.” He explained with a cunning smile. You picked up his plate, and of course underneath stood a crisp hundred dollar bill, which was great but Leon was the dealbreaker in your opinion.

“Sounds good, I’ll be back, I have something I’d like to ask you right after.” You stated, making your way towards the back of the house, usually bustling with traffic of both waiters and waitresses. However due to the lack of customers inside right now, a few were on their cellular devices, not that you really cared. You used to do the same, but since Leon was around, you looked forward to coming in most days.

You scraped the remaining leftovers into the trash, neatly placing the plate into the dish pit. Your coworkers appreciated your efforts even if you didn’t have to go so far for them. You quickly made your way back to the front, back to Leon’s table, finally more than ready to ask the question that’s been building up for months now.

“Are you free this weekend by any chance?” You asked, curiously. “I was wondering if you’d like to come over to my place, have a nice home made dinner if you’d like. I know a few recipes you might enjoy.” You noted in a matter of fact tone. Leon had mentioned before he was of Italian American descent, so you kept a mental reminder to make a traditional meal should you ever invite him over.

A surprised look crossed his tired features, appearing as if he was putting some real consideration. Leon nearly had to face palm himself, how many times had he asked someone out for dinner only to get rejected, not because he wasn’t attractive by no means. Leon knew he was aging so he didn’t pick up as many chicks like the bright eyed rookie he once was.

First with Shen mei, and later on Claire, however she was also occupied with babysitting Sherry, couldn’t hold a grudge against her for it. Not to mention a nice homemade meal, when at times he’d drink himself silly until he blacked out or went days missing meals, often puking up what little sustenance his stomach held.

“Sounds like a plan, I could do a Saturday, if something comes up, I’ll clear my schedule just in case.” Leon said with a certain tone now, nodding his head. “What time should I be there? I have to get myself used punctuality and routine once more regardless.” He admitted, the first step to healing was admitting there was an issue at hand, so he was slowly attempting that.

You made sure not to make him feel like a freak show, with that, he was grateful for. At his positive response you clapped your hands together, in a tight squeeze, a lit up beam in your mood.

“Perfect, you already know my address.” You chirped out excitedly, your cheeks warming up. “As for timing, we could do 7:30, right after the sun sets, how’s that for you?” You chuckled, already anticipating the day, you might even find yourself counting the seconds until Saturday. The weekend couldn’t come any faster.

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” Leon said smirking faintly, standing upright from his seat, starting to make his way out, the cash already laid out near the napkin holder. “I’m sure I’ll like anything you decide to make, see you then.” Leon replied, walking towards the diner door in long strides, the bell chiming signaling his departure. You knew he was here when you saw his bike parked right outside.

You took the bills, holding it close to your chest feeling all nice inside. You looked up to see Leon starting the bike, revving it loudly once or twice with a twist of his wrist, using the free hand to wave a goodbye before taking off into the night.

———

You had gotten started an hour or two earlier, and the recipe you decided on was Carbonara, making sure ever ingredient measurement was exact, you couldn’t make a mistake.

Wasn’t the saying that a way to a man’s heart was through his stomach? You were already changed into your nicest dress shirt and pants, however you used your work apron to avoid getting any stains.

With a stir of your hand, you swirled the pasta, making sure the sauce was spread out evenly, and ensuring it wouldn’t be too overly cooked as well. The aroma and appearance didn’t mean anything if it didn’t look as good as it tasted, in your opinion. It was nearing the meeting time, as you set the stove to low, the table already set up.

There was a slow jazz tune, a semi dim lighting, however you used normal cups instead of wine glasses and a cold bottle of sparkling water as healthier replacements. You made sure to be mindful of any potential triggers, to make this was a comfortable environment so you could finally confess what you felt towards Leon.

You placed the pot on a cutting board in the center, the dining silverware set in place. You were making sure they were all set evenly until you heard a firm knock or two. You practically had to stop yourself from sprinting to the door.

Leon had his hair out of his face for once, a clear attempt at parting it much neater. He wore a black biker jacket, layered with a navy blue tee underneath beneath, paired with a crisp set of black jeans. You could faintly smell the hint of cologne, how sweet. You wanted to say you were in awe, but anything he did, took your breath away, whether he appeared presentable or not.

“It smells good in there, mind if I come inside? Or have I gotten the incorrect address?” Leon chuckled as he stood on your front porch. He knew the smell of carbonara when it presented himself, his mother would prepare it for his birthdays back when she was still alive. Those memories feel like a past life, given how young he was at the time. “I’m sure I’m not mistaken, been here plenty of times if I recall.” He teased.

You couldn’t help but laugh in return, stepping back, with your hold on the knob you opened the door all the way so Leon could step inside. You hadn’t forgotten to deep clean the day before, wanting to land a good impression each time he came over to spend some quality leisure time with you.

“No you can’t, this is a private residence and any intruders will be dealt with as soon as possible.” You sarcastically replied, closing the door shut behind him. You followed his steps, taking your seat at the opposite side of the table. You looked up to see his reaction, his eyes seemed to warm up with a blend of gratitude and awe at the display laid out in front of him.

“You didn’t have to go this far, I appreciate it a lot, even with these.” Leon mused, pulling his chair back, and taking his seat across from you. He began tapping the top of his glass cup, to say he was touched was an understatement.

“It’s a lovely arrangement that you’ve set up, it’s a relaxing environment, perfect for a shared meal.” You shook your head in return, he didn’t know being close had your stomach doing flips.

“Thank you, it’s not often I invite people over, so you should consider it a privilege.” You taunted, clearly joking with him. You popped open the sparkling water, pouring an event amount into both yours and Leon’s glasses. “All the cooking made me rack up an appetite, I’m more than ready to try what I’ve made. You replied, lifting the lid off the pot.

Leon’s eyes widened at the sight, it was beautifully made, he could tell you went through a lot of effort just to make this a picture perfect experience for him. “It looks delicious, I think I might be much more than excited you are, let alone, it’s rare I even get the chance to eat at home, or cook for myself.” Leon grinned, taking the tongs, placing a decent sized portion onto his plate.

You did the same, but you wanted to see his reaction first before you took a bite. With your fork still in hand, Leon picked up his own utensil, spinning a decent mouthful onto the metal. He parted his lips, chewing slowly, savoring the sharp creamy flavors that brought together the cheese and yolk-like flavor, paired with the hint of black pepper.

His face crinkled in approval, a soft hum escaping him as he licked up the remaining sauce from his lips, using a napkin to dab it up. It was a mix of exquisite flavors that truly brought him at home.

“It’s wonderful, that’s not enough to describe it.” He said, with a laugh, taking a drink of the sparkling water, a refreshing, cold beverage, a delicate taste compared to the mix of flavors. “I’m sure my mother would have loved it as well, I took on that trait since this was her favorite dish to prepare as well.” Leon stated, with a softness in his eyes as he gazed at you.

The sight had you coughing into your hand, palms immediately beginning to sweat, and your heart beat picking up. You were usually much more direct and confident but right now you felt like you were left in the spotlight.

“Of course— I was hoping it would be something you liked, I didn’t realize it held so much sentimental value.” You tried it yourself, satisfied at the way it had came out for your first attempt at a dish that was different to your own culture.

You were on the right track more than you thought you’d be it seems. However you didn’t want to get your hopes too high, embracing for either the negative or positive outcome.

Rejection was simply redirection to something greater, it never meant your value or worth as a person has less significance compared to everyone else.

Whether it was an application or individual that turned you down, everyone experienced it within their lifetime. It was how you reacted to tough situations out of your control that mattered the most. It’s an affirmation you had to repeat to yourself when things got too heavy at night.

“I often don’t share much about my Italian heritage, let alone ancestry, it’s more of a coincidence, the childhood comfort dish.” Leon replied. “Enough about me, I’d rather know more about your own, or more importantly about you, the things you haven’t shared yet.” He added, bringing another bite towards his lips, his plate already have finished. He was a bit of a foodie if he said so himself.

For the rest of the night, you spent it catching up on lost time, or at least the missed opportunities in which Leon wouldn’t be able to come in for any reason. Two hours had maybe gone by, and you two were full, but your heart felt even fuller if that was even possible. You decided now was the perfect time to lay out your feelings, clearing your throat.

“Leon, there’s something that’s been weighing on me for quite some time.” You said quietly in a serious tone.

“If you don’t reciprocate the same that’s— fine. I’ll move on if you give me the time to do so, I value what we already have, but my feelings for you have gone beyond just being friends. I really like you, quite a lot. I wondering if you were open to possibly wanting to take this to another level?” You said, staring down before meeting his eyes.

Leon’s lips were pursed, his face a deep shade of red, if you were in a playful mood, you’d compare him to a tomato, now wasn’t the time though.

“Ah— listen.” Leon coughed, regaining his breath. “I’m surprised you feel that way and I’m flattered, truly but I’m not gay, or I’ve never truly thought about dating the same sex, if I had the time to.” Leon admitted, feeling a little guilty for letting you down this way after you did this for him.

His intentions was never to hurt your feelings on purpose. You didn’t take it to heart, even if it hurt it was a much better reaction than running out of your place in disgust— and cutting ties with you entirely right after, blocked on pretty much everything.

You stood up, picking up both your plates, with a sigh, as much as your chest ached, you saw this outcome but you didn’t hold it against him for not expressing the same adoration you held for him.

“Hey Hey, none of that, don’t apologize for it. Sexuality isn’t a choice, whether you’re heterosexual or not.” You chuckled, placing everything in the dish pit. “People are attracted to who they fancy, no pressure, but I’ll give you time to process it.” You said, in long strides across the living space to the front door, prying it gentle open.

Leon faced you, now onto your front step, a half guilty expression on his face. He’d be lying if he felt something that went far past flattery, maybe he had been alone for so long, or hadn’t had any luck with receiving attention from a woman, he seemed it out from a man. That makes him the prick he knew he was.

“I know you mean well. I’m really sorry. I’d prefer if we stayed in contact, if we could remain good friends, just as things were before.” Leon suggested, scratching the back of his neck, rather awkwardly. The tension in the air was a little too tight, not in a negative light, just unsure how to handle it. “If that’s okay with you, if you never want to see me again—“

You cut him off shaking your head. “That won’t be necessary, Kennedy, I’ll take you up on that offer if it means we’re on equal terms. Thank you for understanding.” You said, with the hurt, you could let those emotions out later, lashing out wouldn’t change anything after all. “Have a good night and thank you for coming over.” You said waving goodbye, the door locking shut in front of him.

Leon ran a hand across his temple. That stupid nickname of calling him by his last name made him soft. He knew you needed some time just like he did. Maybe a bike ride and the wind would help cool the heat in his cheeks, and keep his mind occupied for a bit, and definitely not the conflicting thoughts circling about.

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Later that night, Leon was wide awake, his bed and hair completely disheveled. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, or what you had said, he swore he’d need a padded room for the near mid life crisis he was having. There was no way he liked men, he’d never even seen the same gender that way, but since meeting you he’d been thinking about it.

Or perhaps he was either too drowned out in alcohol and work to give a shit about something he considered so trivial in the past. However, he might have shoved them aside, and realized it sooner than he let himself.

When he took on that mission in Spain long ago, Luis’s flirty and charming personality, even when knowing where he stood before, made him jittery like a schoolgirl with her first crush. When he displayed the scar on his chest his dick twitched slightly.

That was almost 10 years ago— he figured it was simply adrenaline from everything that was going on all at once. It confused the hell out of him, since Ada happened to be there, the same passion that bubbled for the Spaniard applied towards the mysterious woman.

Leon stared at the ceiling of his lone apartment room, hands rested over his torso. He simply never acted on those feelings, and with time he’d forgotten about them, deciding to sort them out later, which never came. In his line of work, romance was never an option, he grew tired of being a high functioning alcoholic, so he was on temporary leave for the time being.

Leon’s eyes dropped every five seconds but every time he closed his eyes, he saw you, your sweet words, your form, the sweetness that had nothing to do with the root beer and everything to do with the person who served it to him.

He wasn’t familiar with all the new terms that the community fell under, you didn’t laugh when he questioned what each letter meant. In fact you patiently explained each one, it was that he might’ve realized something he’d been casting aside for far too long.

He’d seen plenty of same gender couples out and about, and had pictured them as you two, how your gentle hands would feel like intertwined with his rough ones. Would they be larger than his? Warm? Maybe colder? How would they feel against his skin, caressing the wounds of his past? Wait, is he a pervert for thinking all of this? The height difference between you a little ironic given your occupations.

Leon couldn’t take this anymore calling up the one person he knew he could confide in right now. Chris? He’s straight as hell, a total chad. Claire and Sherry? She had way more dating experience but both were likely as occupied as ever.

He grabbed his device from the dresser, his eyes squinting at the bright screen as he unlocked his phone, scrolling through his contact list with one individual in mind, Rebecca. She’d know exactly what to say at a time like this.

He was about to press the call button, but the time read 3am. Leon hesitated, he shouldn’t bother her— what if she was busy or asleep— or wouldn’t pick up? Fuck it, this couldn’t wait any longer. His thumb tapped it immediately, putting the phone to his ear, his heart thudding more than it should.

To his surprise, she picked up shortly after, only her voice sounded groggy as hell, with a bit of shuffling in the background, it was clear she had just been woken up from her sleep. Leon would make it up to her tomorrow with her favorite drink, that hyper-sweet caramel macchiato she adored so much.

“Hello? Leon? What are you doing awake at this hour? Shouldn’t you be asleep by now like the rest of the world?” She chuckled, her voice a sitting balm to the internal battle he was facing. Leon had fought grisly bio weapons but this was something that he couldn’t see, and not something he could take down with a simple bullet to the skull.

“Listen, ever felt something for someone you never expected— like ah, say the same gender?” Leon asked, gnawing into his bottom lip, awaiting her response. It was quiet for a few moments before she chuckled.

“Is this about the waiter me and Chris keep teasing you about?” She laughed. She’s laughing! The audacity to laugh in his face when he’s being vulnerable was absolutely humiliating, but her laugh was contagious, as he chuckled too.

“You read me like a book, that’s exactly what this is about. Listen, I think I have some sort of feelings for em’. I’m just not sure if I fall under a category just yet, Christ, I don’t remember what it’s called. Leon winced slightly. “It’s when you feel something towards both men and women—“

Rebecca listened closely, over the phone she was nodding. It was such a relief that Leon felt something positive, even if it was scary, it was so much better compared to him drunk calling and texting her in the hours of the early morning.

“I think that’s under the bisexual term? If I remember things correctly. Claire might know more than I do, you know her and those old college hookups, gender didn’t matter to her.” She chuckled. “Leon, I think you should try it out, if you don’t like it, that’s always an option.” Rebecca said, her voice a comfort in the darkness of his room.

“If you explain it to him— he’d understand. You have to tell him how you feel too, no beating around bushes or finding the nearest bottle, got it?” Rebecca said sternly— the same way she scolded him and Chris during their petty little argument.

Leon nodded, listening closely. Bisexual. It sounds like a fitting label, he’d try it out, and explain his thoughts about your confession.

“Thank you, I’ll try and take it slow, just don’t tell anyone else about this until I know for sure.” Leon admitted swallowing a hard lump in his throat.

Rebecca sighed, sitting upright onto her own bed now. “No one’s going to know Leon, this is your self discovery, so you decide when you’re ready to step forward.” She said tenderly. It was now that he was more than grateful for the woman, she was the grounding rock he needed at the moment.

“Thank you, for listening— it means the world to me that you stuck around in the first place, you and Chris, even if you two drive me nuts.” He laughed now, the weight of the situation just a little bit lighter than it was before now that someone else knew.

“Don’t thank me, that’s what friends are for, at least, what I’m here for.” Rebecca said, with a yawn. “Just make sure you owe me the coffee you promised, every day for a month.”

“You know the one, I’m talking about. It has to have extra whipped cream and chocolate chips, no negotiations, I won’t drink it otherwise.” She added with a much more serious tone. He knew better than to try and test her limits again after last time.

Leon barked out a laugh, running a hand over his face, the tension leaving his body slowly. “Alright, I’ll come swing by with your favorite, I’ll keep my part of our deal, thanks for everything Beck.”

“Sweet dreams Leon, don’t stay up too much thinking about it. I’m sure you’re exhausted, get some rest.” Rebecca reassured him, her voice getting sleepy over the phone. “If you forget our deal I will be pounding at your front door like before.” She huffed, playfully.

“Don’t worry, I’ll hold up my end of our bargain. I did disturb the princess from her beauty sleep, so, see you tomorrow.” He scoffed lightheartedly. He hung up the phone shortly after, turning onto his side, with his newfound revelation, the puzzle pieces slipped into place a little more than they did before.

Vendetta Hybrid! Leon! X Veterinarian! Reader🐾

Summary: You’re both temporary parents for a neglected puppy hybrid you found on your way back home from the clinic. Only one little problem, you already have one at home. All goes well until he grows to be a little too attached to him.

CW:None, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff ending, One sided pining because i’m a bitch, mention of domestic abuse, low self esteem, once again adjusted to fit the plot. He’s retired, our guy is where he wants to be. I made sure he’s not too out of character. As always thank you for requesting 🖤

Leon doesn’t like it, hates it in fact to put it shortly. He wasn’t against the idea of taking him in, but rather sharing your affection, attention, space and care to someone other than him.

He knew it was an immature, irrational thought, but knowing that this was your purpose, your drive, didn’t mean it hurt any less if he was being down to earth.

You had arrived home with the younger one hand in hand, once Leon caught sight, especially when the puppy was touching you—his entire demeanor shifted the following days.

Leon actively avoided you, or rather was trying to ignore the pit in the bottom of his stomach. At least it wasn’t alcohol, still made him feel just as crappy if not worse. He was used to drowning out unwanted emotions in either work or substance, not facing them head on in a healthy manner.

You didn’t let that slip past you, especially not under your roof. It was just now that he finally had the guts to confront you face to face properly. You initially thought you wouldn’t get through to him like before, it was like trying to make amends with a brick wall.

However, you could wait it out, he just needed to time to process and adjust to the sudden change, so you didn’t pry any further. He couldn’t stand the silent treatment any longer, so he finally spoke his mind.

“How long do you exactly plan on keeping him? It’s a huge responsibility, that job of yours keeps you busy as hell. You’ll never be around to keep an eye on em.” Leon huffed, folding both arms over his chest, like a defiant child.

It was a ridiculous sight, the way his tail puffed and his ears drooped like a neglected or kicked puppy that got his favorite toy taken away.

“It’s only for a temporary period, the clinics and shelters don’t have any extra space for another hybrid.” You explained, bringing a hand to the bridge of your nose. “We’ve been trying to file a report to CPS to investigate both his parent’s whereabouts and home life.”

You two were discussing in the middle hallway while the little one watched cartoons, playing with a few toy cars you’d recently bought to keep him occupied.

“I still don’t see how the workload would be split equally. I have to play the role of babysitter while you’re off at work keeping a roof over our heads and god who knows elsewhere.” He grunted, with a click of his tongue.

Leon’s gaze was down the corridor, tail flicking in irritation.

You sighed, bringing both hands to the sides of your torso. He had a point but you refused to leave the smaller hybrid out there, scared, alone and confused. Poor thing didn’t even know what was going on, and hadn’t realized he’d been left behind for god knows what reason.

“Look. I couldn’t just walk past him, not when he’s clearly been left there on purpose, at a park no less, that should be more than enough for him to stay.” You reasoned, doing everything you could to logically get through to him.

“Then what? Have you ever considered the other possibilities? Like If he wants to stay for good, he thinks I’ll ever let that happen—“ He rasped with a snarl, barely biting back a growl.

“Stop it, that’s enough Leon! I’ve had it with you and your incessant sulking already.” You snapped raising a firm hand in front of you. You never lost your temper but this was a dire issue and it wouldn’t be up for further negotiations either.

“All I’m asking is that you play nice with him, even if you don’t mean it. It’s as simple as being on your best behavior while he’s with us.” You were exasperated, a plea in your tone, something you never did, in the case if he left you no other option. This argument had been going on for hours and it had finally gotten on your last nerve.

Your head was beginning to hurt and you really weren’t up for an argument, not when a kid was present. There must’ve been a factor at hand for him to end up out there. You knew a neglected hybrid as soon as you saw the signs.

Leon glared at you with a hard stare, like he was trying to get through your stubborn head. That makes you both even, only making things worse than they already are. He wanted to flip the table, destroy everything in his sight— rip apart your couch, anything to relieve his current frustration like a feral stray.

It pissed him off even more how it was one of his favorite qualities about you. You and your annoying, unshakable determination, and righteous morals that didn’t change even when questioned over insults or under immense peer pressure.

“Fine. I hope you keep your word, temporary like you said. This better not be permanent, remember, this is only since you specifically asked me to, not because I wanted to.” He barked out with the snap of his teeth, storming off to his own room right after. This time, he slammed the door slammed a little harder than usual.

“Leon—“ you called out, about to pull him back, as the door nearly hit you face first. You sighed in defeat, knowing he needed to be alone for a bit. You made your way to the living room, your other priority in mind.

One of Leon’s worst fears was that you’d realize how fucked up he was and move onto a younger, cuter, hybrid, full of life and innocence that he no longer had. He had stopped trying to fear anything, considering he the thought he’d lost his will to live again a few months ago, until he met you.

“Fuckin’ stupid puppies and their whining, crying, accidents, their adorable faces…” He complained, tail ramming hard against his thigh slowly.

“Always needing supervision, and coddling.” His was buried face first into his, with one of your favorite, most used shirts that had gone missing gripped tightly in his palm.

Leon buried his nose into it with a groan, inhaling the intoxicating scent that always made blood rush south, his urges to properly mark you as his mate rising. His tail wagged faintly, looking back on the past tender moments you shared.

“Christ, I shouldn’t be doing this.. miss you so damn much.” He whined lowly, making sure it wasn’t too loud. Is it so wrong for him to miss someone who lived under the same roof as him? He’s surely going crazy talking to himself this way.

“Gotta pull myself together just for your sake, Doc.” Leon muttered to himself, he’ll prove he’s all you need, a capable partner to take care of you, even if he doesn’t believe it himself.

“Then you’d never have to lift a finger, or search for another.” He grumbled, tail and ears falling limply now. Your hands healed, while he had killed without a second thought.

Almost everything he cared about crumbled in his grasp, and he’d make sure you didn’t suffer the same fate as those he failed before.

You were only one who even bothered to slowly help him recover, after years of suppressing his natural instincts in order to function properly on the field. Leon would be damned if you burned out or overworked yourself while under his watch.

———

Currently he was standing across the room with child while you had a shift to take at work. The little hybrid pup was behind the couch, whining with teary wide eyes.

“Listen up, I’m not gonna hurt or raise my voice at you if that’s what you’re thinking.” He said, his tail swishing lowly, ears open for any kind of reaction.

“My owner— they’ve got one hell of a heart of gold on them. So, as much as I don’t like sharing, I want to see them happy, you understand buddy?” He said much more quietly now, raising a brow, stepping closer towards the couch, both hands on his knees.

“Y—Yes. Sir. I’m really sorry. I don’t know where my mama and papa went.” The puppy sniffled with a nod, his floppy ears moving up and down, and using his sleeve to wipe away remaining snot and tears from his flushed face. “I was playing and running away with all the pretty butterflies then— they weren’t there anymore.”

Great, at least so far for trying to land a good first impression. He stayed behind with Sherry when Claire moved away for college, but she frequently visited as much as possible. If he recalled, it was when the blonde was only a kitten before, so this should be a piece of cake. He felt guilty when the reality was, his parents were the actual problem at hand.

“Pal, there’s no need to call me sir, I’m not your lieutenant. Name’s Leon, yours, how old are ya?” Leon asked, now inching closer, kneeling onto one leg, hand on the couch armrest to keep himself balance, the tip of his tail lifting upwards in curiosity.

“O-okay, I’m really sorry, I won’t do it again.” He hiccuped, trying to calm himself down, but he seemed a lot less hysterical, the toy car in his other hand. “My name is “V-Vincent and I’m seven.” He says now shuffling his body towards Leon’s direction from behind the couch. He held up 7 small fingers in front of him, just to make sure.

Alright, now the older hybrid was getting somewhere. Poor kid, he was far too young to be on his own. He might’ve been too harsh, he had to admit you were right. If he said anything you’d probably say told you so, plus one point for his owner.

“Look, Vincent, you can stay in my bed, I don’t need it.” Leon said softly, gesturing down the hallway with his thumb. “I’ll keep watch, nothing’s gonna get ya. How’s that sound?” The appendages of his, sweeping across the floor in slow motions.

He’s slept and survived in far worse conditions, this was nothing. Hell, he’s even gone multiple days without sleep before.

Vincent nodded, his breathing finally stopping to a normal rhythm, as he stood upright, walking to his side, looking up at Leon with a hopeful look. “Follow me, it’s down this way.” He sighed as he placed a hand on his shoulder, leading him in the right direction.

Once they reached his space, a place he only allowed you in, Leon began fluffing up the pillows and setting everything comfortably.

“Alright, let’s get you to bed, we can decide what we’ll do for tomorrow. My owner should be home soon, other than that, get some sleep champ, you need it.” He said, picking up the little one, as Vincent nodded and exclaimed with a ‘wee’ arms up, his tail wagging the smallest bit.

He set Vincent down, bringing the blanket up to his face. He on the other hand, sat on the side of the bed, enough to leave him room.

“Thank you Mr. Leon, you know, my papa was never really home.” Vincent said sleepily with a yawn, nuzzling into the soft plush fabric, growling lowly at Leon’s comforting scent. He felt safe like this. “He was always drunk, and my mama would always come into my room, crying for some reason, with purple marks all over her.” He mumbled, dozing off already.

The made Leon freeze immediately, knowing exactly what that meant. His mother didn’t want to leave him behind, but what else could she have done? As for his dad— he knew he himself wasn’t any better with his alcohol issues, at least he was trying to get better one day at a time. For the record neither was he an abusive, deadbeat dick.

“He’s not here anymore, won’t be, I promise. He says sincerely. He reached out the back of his hand to gently caress Vincent’s temple, pulling away. The puppy sighed leaning into the touch, clearly not used to receiving affection from his father.

“Oh, well, thank for letting me sleep in your bed, it’s cozy.” He sighed contently. “Papa always kicked me out of his room when I was scared.”

“Don’t thank me, besides, there’s none of that here. As for your mom, she’s a strong woman, I’m sure she loves you, but you have to keep going for her sake.” Leon said, now shuffling down to the floor, back against the bed frame, one arm propped on his knee, his hair falling over his face.

“She really is the best! I miss her... a lot. You sure you’ll be okay sleeping down there?” The pup asked, eyes over his blanket, voice muffled.

“Never been better, get some rest kiddo, don’t worry about an old sack of bones like me.” He said in a sincere tone. He decided to keep his bedroom lamp on, assuming Vincent might still have a fear of the dark, just like he did he was a pup.

“Goodnight Mr. Leon. Don’t let the bed bugs bite, if they do, I’ll protect you.” The kid said, his ears twitching happily now, eyelids growing heavy, the sound of his heart rate coming to a steady rhythm, Leon’s ears sharp and alert. It was such a simple phrase, but he had more bad nights than good ones, haunted by nightmares of his past.

Leon hummed in response, remaining awake, but even he was growing weary, his eyes fluttering shut shortly after. It all felt a little too domestic, like he was waiting for his mate to come home from work. The hell is he thinking? It wasn’t a surprise that you didn’t see him that way. He chose to sleep his feelings off, burying them deep with everything else that was ugly about him.

He didn’t realize his vision blacked out.

———

Once you made your way inside, you set everything onto the couch, removing your lab coat, holding it under the pit your arm. You weren’t supposed to see the living room empty whatsoever. At least the two of them weren’t fighting.

You had an idea where the two could be, you already established your own room was off limits long ago.

You tip toed down the hallway, reaching Leon’s room. You noticed his lamp was still on so you were more than careful, placing your hand on the knob with a slow turn. You creaked it open gently, smiling at the sight in front of you.

There Leon and Vincent were. Leon had his head turned downward, arms folded, as if he were guarded even in his sleep. He looked quite handsome in the lighting, the light illuminating his gruff features. You weren’t even surprised to say the least, but it was nice to see his relaxed demeanor for once.

Vincent was snoring softly, his mouth slightly ajar, hair disheveled from tossing and turning most likely. It’s a good thing he stopped crying. You held back a chuckle, shutting the door silently. In the meantime, you’d keep an eye open for an open spot at the shelters, a no—kill one you’d make sure of that.

The following weeks followed about the same routine, only except Leon was beyond drained by the each one.

Vincent had Leon giving free piggy back rides as if he were a steed and definitely not an ex agent who could easily take the both of you out if he really wanted to. The one time you’re fortunate to not be his enemy, and the person of his choosing.

They watched cartoons together, played outside, even taught him how to hunt a squirrel, dig a proper hole or two— not that you needed to know that. Don’t worry they covered it all back up, poorly. Whoops.

Anything Vincent wanted to do, Leon would follow, unless he was actively putting himself into danger. He was growing grey hairs just making sure he didn’t hurt himself— jumping on the bed, couch— climbing onto counters, the table, you name it.

But it was all worth the trouble if it mean you had less worries to carry on your back, he’d carry the weight of the world and more for you, without needing to ask.

It wasn’t until Saturday night, when the three of you were sharing a nice steak dinner— almost a little too much like a family would. That’s when Vincent decided to break the ice— typical kids and their blunt mouths, never thinking before they speak.

Vincent on the other hand had macaroni and cheese, which was his favorite you found out.

“So— are you guys like mates or something? It feels like we’re a happy family. Especially Papa Leon, he’s always so nice to me too.” He giggled, happily clapping his hands together, tail wagging more than ever, even spilling a little bit of the pasta onto the table.

Leon who had been chewing into a piece of his rare steak immediately choked, punching his chest, his ears pulling back, a pink tint across his face.

He dreamt, fantasized countless times, waking up next to you, with a house full of his own puppies, with your eyes and his ears. He’s finally get to be the father he dreamed of, teaching his litter self defense, to be capable and kind like you were. To see you swollen, plumper, stuffed of his seed over and over after properly breeding you full—

“You can’t just throw topics out there that, kid. Hope you’re aware how serious mating is for hybrids, it’s not equivalent for humans.” Leon said, bringing a fist to the table, regaining his sense of composure. What an idiot.

He pointed his fork at Vincent a much more stern look on his face.

“We don’t just pick and choose whoever is convenient, you’ll know you found the one when you’re older.” He added with a gruff tone now, cutting into another steak piece with his knife, a little too aggressively now. He wasn’t going to lay his feelings out, not in front of you.

“Oh, Vinny— families are complicated. You’ll be here for a little bit just until there’s a spot available at the clinic, okay?” You explained, clearing your throat awkwardly, your own face flushing. “Besides, your real mother is finally in a better spot, you’ll reunite with her again.” You confirmed with a smile, sipping from your water glass.

Vincent lit up immediately, before whining lowly, jabbing his fork at the bowl of cheesy noodles.

“But.. I’ll miss papa Leon, can’t he meet my real mom and then we can all be together?” Vincent pouted, sticking his bottom lip out his tail tucking low. Oh dear, he looked like he was about to cry.

You turned to face Leon with a light grimace. He gave you the same look as well.

“Leon has to stay with me, it’s mandatory, he’s already under my name in the records. I’m sure your mom will meet someone better for you.” You gently said, now kneeling in front of him, rubbing gentle circles into his back. “Plus, I’m far too occupied to be home most of the time as well.”

Leon’s tail wagged at the sight, the way you were so caring towards him, already painting the picture of his dream family, how you’d scold the pups, hold them close when they were sad or cold.

“They’ve got a point, Vin.” He grunted, ears flicking, placing his utensils down. “It doesn’t mean we don’t care if that’s your concern. You can come visit anytime if it makes you feel better.” He gruffly suggested, after all, maybe it’d be good practice if you ever decided to settle down with him.

You nodded in agreement, as Vincent continued to pout.

“Okay… I’ll tell my mama all about you guys. I think she’ll like you both very much.” The puppy said with a sniffle. You leaned in to hug him, as you felt small hands gripping your torso.

Leon stood up, ruffling the kid’s hair and floppy ears, with one hand noticing the wagging once more.

“Cheer up, buddy. We’ll come visit ya when we have the time, maybe even play a couple video games.” He suggested, even if he wasn’t as good as he used to be, he’d take all the losses without a complaint.

“You better, but you’re still papa number one to me. I can’t wait until Father’s Day! Vincent exclaimed happily, immediately gripping onto Leon, holding him tightly. “Even if you’re not really my real dad.”

The older hybrid’s mind kept drifting, he always thought he’d never entertain the idea of kids ever again, not since he was in his early 20s. Currently, he was more certain than ever before.

“Your mother is a wonderful, hardworking, woman, you take on a lot after her and I’m sure she’s waiting to see you again too.” You chuckled, feeling whole at the sight of the two together.

“Sure kid, just make sure your mama doesn’t know, I’ve already got my eye on someone, have been for a long time.” Leon admitted, but he knew it’d fly over your head, he’ll tell you someday, until he was sure you really felt the same. Once he’s at a more steady point, and ready to step forward. In present time, he’s somewhat accepted that he’s okay with this, being with you.

Vincent gave Leon a knowing look as he looked up at him with those soft doe eyes, then back at you. He giggled burrowing his face into his shirt.

“What?” You laughed, crossing your arms. “Is there a secret you two have been hiding from me?” You had a rising suspicion there was information you were secretly not being let in on. Boys will be boys as they say. However, your heart just warmed at the sight of Leon being so gentle.

Vincent shook his head quickly, more than the way his tail was moving.

“Vins had too much sugar, let’s get all that energy out of your system.” He said, lifting the puppy up, into both his arms in a steady hold. “Shall we?” He chuckled, as Vincent lifted his arms in the air, giggling, excitedly. He walked out of the dining room carrying him towards the living space.

You didn’t follow pursuit, holding back the biggest eye roll, instead you got the table cleaned up. Leon never leaved any sort of messes behind, but the child clearly wanted to spend time with him, so you didn’t nag, letting it slide.

“Enough you two. If you stay up late again, don’t go complaining to me about it in the morning.” You shouted in disbelief as they left out of sight. Quite the duo, though the liveliness within the home was a nice touch for once.

In fact, Leon now seemed to have softened his edges he once held up just as you predicted, a feeling of pride swelling within you as you gathered their forgotten plates.