falling asleep on accident for 6 hours and leon breaks into your fucking apartment bcs he thinks something happened and youre just sprawled on the couch dead to the world so he just sighs and tucks you in and starts figuring out how hes going to fix your door hinges. when you wake up you just start laughing at the ridiculousness and hes basically pouting because he was worried and you give him a long hug and baby him the rest of the night to make up for it. it will probably happen again. leon you poor worried baby
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‘the girlfriend of the quietest man you know’ (leon x f!reader)
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Leon Kennedy leaves a specific first impression. Battle-hardened, stoic. A little sarcastic humor if you’re lucky. But otherwise, calm and collected.
So when they meet you, you’re… unexpected.
At the annual gala, when ties start to loosen, shoes discarded and bags collecting under tablecloths, the lights dimming and the music gaining a little more bass, he’s sat at the table.
Watching you.
Hips swinging with the beat, booty circling. Silly, exaggerated, your arms twirling overhead with a carefree laugh that he couldn’t emulate if he tried.
So noticeable that another agent plops down next to him, beer in hand, his partner dancing with you, your laughter and shouted singing echoing even over the music. “Open bar got yours, too, Kennedy?”
And he huffs a laugh because he gets it, but also: “Nah, she’s stone-cold sober,” with a rare, genuine smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. “That’s all her.”
At sporting events, you could set a record for how often the camera finds you in the audience for those “dumb” jumbotron challenges. The ones you insist on participating in with the vigor of someone who believes money’s on the line. And he just sits beside you, smiling beneath his hand. Not in embarrassment, but a deep amusement that simply has no words.
The other side of the coin will sometimes have you openly frustrated in public, voice sharp and hands flailing as you lecture him before pushing against his chest with a gentle shove, stomping off for some much needed space.
He only tilts his head back, pleading to the sky like it can save him. Then he’s shaking it, unable to help his smile as he follows you, scooping you into his arms with ease, his eyes soft and knowing as he grins down at you like he can’t get enough.
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Leon hates having his hair (and back) touched by anyone who isn’t you. Only you could dip your fingers into his locks or drag your nails down his back and turn him into a carnal, heaving mess.
Leon loves having you wrapped around him like a backpack. He carries you around the house on his back with your arms wrapped around his neck. Whisper into his ear and you’ll soon be under him.
Leon secretly wants to be under you, letting you take charge of him. Tell him how good he feels. Tell him how much you love him. Then use him like a toy.
Leon knows his ultimate weakness with you — his hair. Mess it up, play with it, tug on it, just weave your fingers in his hair. If you’re making love, he’ll wait for you to pull his hair before he slides himself into you. It drives him absolutely crazy, eyes rolling back into his head as he nearly sees stars. He’ll bury his face into the crook of your neck and whine until you play with/pull his hair. And when you do, it spurs him on, pushing your hips down into the mattress with his weight. What comes after is pure ecstasy.
Leon will pull out if you ask, but prefers to finish inside. Less of a mess, he says. His sweat-streaked hair will fall over his eyes when he lifts himself off you, looking at his masterpiece. He’ll roll out of bed to get you cleaned up, but not before placing a gentle kiss on your temple.
It irks me so badly when people view the women characters in resident evil as potential wives for Leon(this is in any fandom culture if I'm going to be completely honest), as if that is their only purpose in the whole series. Whole character arcs and themes are flattened, just to be potential partners for the male characters. And the way people pit the women against each other too, and most of the time its based off of how loyal the woman is to the patriarchy. The more compliant and submissive the better. The one who displays her sexuality the most is condemned. It may not be obvious but it is clearly there. People treat them like rewards or potential love interests all the time, and act like its the most important thing for the female characters in RE. Has no one ever considered if Leon is a suitable partner? When men display these traits they are forgiven and considered complex.
The reason Leon Kennedy works so well is because he is equal parts gentleman and deeply unwell, which means every sweet gesture comes with the undertone of a man trying very hard to hold himself together.
Like, because he's polite: he opens doors for you, walks on the outside of the sidewalk, remembers how you like your coffee
But because he's unwell: he checks every exit constantly, he needs to hear your voice after nightmares, little things become huge things with him
And that's the thing. The romance isn't that he would die for you. Lots of characters would die for you. The romance is that he's trying, every day, to live for you. And some days that is clearly the harder thing.
For example: you mention offhand that your car has been making a weird noise. Three days later he hands you the keys back and says, "Should be good now." You find out he spent his only free afternoon under the car teaching himself how to fix it from a repair manual because the thought of you breaking down alone on the side of the road made him physically ill. He never tells you that part. He just asks you to text him when you get home. Immediately. Every time. Forever.
A/N: love me an acts of service husband. Speaking of, today is my second wedding anniversary and I FORGOT hahahaha. I'm gonna be in trouble later. Guess he gets the oldest gift around *ties up hair in a scrunchie*
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( ʕ·ᴥ·ʔっᢉ𐭩 ₊˚⊹) 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓈 ─ leon kisses you like he’s a man starved. it’s always messy and driven by desperation. it’s natural to him. he knows how to drag kisses out to make you breathless and when to nip at your bottom lip to make you gasp, letting him lick into your mouth so that you’ll pant and whimper into him. he gets lost in kissing you and it never fails to make you feel dizzy 𑣲
( ʕ·ᴥ·ʔっᢉ𐭩 ₊˚⊹) 𝓃ℯ𝒸𝓀 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓈 ─ leon is obsessed with kissing the sensitive spots on your neck. he loves being able to feel your soft whines and gasps catching in your throat, right under his lips, as he starts to graze his teeth against your skin. it drives him crazy, spurs him on and he can’t ever get enough before you’re hissing with the sting of his beard bringing your skin out in a pink rash 𑣲
( ʕ·ᴥ·ʔっᢉ𐭩 ₊˚⊹) 𝓉𝒽𝒾ℊ𝒽 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓈 ─ the soft skin of your thighs gets kissed, bitten and littered with bruises that bloom slowly as leon takes breaks from making you come. his stubble damp with your slick and his eyes half lidded whilst he watches your cunt clench with every kiss that eventually turns into a deep, throbbing, suck that makes you choke out a little sob before you beg for more 𑣲
( ʕ·ᴥ·ʔっᢉ𐭩 ₊˚⊹) 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓃ℯ 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓈 ─ any time that leon has you bent over with your back arched while he fucks into you slowly but so deeply, he dots kisses down the length of your spine. all the way from the very top, by your neck, to the bottom. mumbling praise in between each soft kiss, telling you how good you are and how well you’re taking him, leaving you whimpering into the sheets 𑣲
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Out of all the things you couldn't keep yourself from when it came to Leon was his muscles, specifically his biceps. They were just so big and bulky, it was hard not to sink your teeth into them.
At times, it's been out of nowhere. It could be a quiet night in the living room Infront of the TV. Leon could be half asleep when he'd feel your teeth bite into the corded muscle.
The man was used to it, giving a sigh and just letting you do your thing.
"Again, gorgeous?"
"Mhmm."
You'd hum in answer, just enjoying the physique of your lover before detatching yourself from him and pressing a kiss to his scruff.
"Didn't realise I was your new chew toy."
Other times would be when he had you beneath him, on all fours as he rutted into you; fingers circling your twitchy bundle of nerves. It was as if your mind was seeping from your ears from the overwhelming pleasure running through your veins.
So blissed out, when Leon's arm came around in a headlock— not too hard but firm— your first instinct was to sink your teeth into the meat of his bicep, moaning into the skin as the head of his cock slammed to nicely against your g-spot.
"mhh— always bitin' me, so damn good for me."
When you came, you came hard, so hard that afterwards there was a visible mark on Leon's arm. Even if you were a biter, he really loved you.
summary . . . chief leon kennedy has a crush on the temporary receptionist of rpd. the receptionist in question is his wife, and he has made it everyone’s problem.
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tags ──────── fluff, re9 leon kennedy x wife!reader. au, no zombie break out. takes place in raccoon city. leon’s doing everything but working. word count: 1.2k words
The receptionist of RPD was six months pregnant with her first child. Getting closer to her due date, she put in her time off. Once she got to eight months, she would be gone to prepare herself and stay out on maternity leave. That gave the station at most a month to find a temporary receptionist.
Chief Kennedy quickly found a solution. After you heard he told you about their receptionist during dinner, you offered to fill in the position while she was away. You didn’t work, the officers knew you since you’d come and visit Leon at the station on occasions.
The more experienced officers were more familiar with you and still remembered the day you both met.
Leon was late on his first day of work. Not a good look for an optimistic rookie. Then, he got thrown into traffic duty with Lieutenant Marvin Branagh, and had to write up a ticket to a girl they pulled over who was his type. He swore that someone didn’t want him to succeed as a police officer.
That’s right, you were the first person Leon ever gave a ticket to. But it made for a cute story, and the outcome was a marriage of 24 years.
When he proposed the idea, everyone quickly agreed. No officer would have to fill the position, they wouldn’t have to wait for an applicant, and they could trust you would get the job done correctly. Now what they didn’t imagine happening is the Chief of police suddenly not knowing how to behave.
The first few weeks, Leon checked up on you to make sure everything was going smoothly while you were being trained. You adjusted rather quickly. He’d stay by the desk, flirt with you for a couple minutes, and return to his office.
Then the following months, the visits became more frequent. He’d start dropping by multiple times throughout the day, and stayed longer than he was supposed to. He loved having you working at the station. He could see you and talk to you any time he wanted.
And although it was sweet, it threw off the function of the second floor where the officers really needed him to be. They took matters into their own hands and limited him to one daily visit.
That ended up backfiring as soon as the rule was implemented. They saw him heading downstairs, and made a note he was taking his daily visit. So, they minded their business and went back to working.
Hours passed, someone was on the phone to speak with him. The officer tried to ring him, but he wasn’t picking up. Unusual for him. She stood up from her desk and quickly rushed to his office, just to not see Leon there at all.
The man had the entire floor looking for him because the call was important. The bathroom, the library, the archive room, the weapons room. They were practically seething when they found him sitting behind the receptionist desk with you.
All he said was, “You said one visit, not that I had to come back.”
They didn’t blame you since you were actually getting your work done.
They were honestly debating whether or not they should enforce the whole no dating in the workplace rule again. But it didn’t make sense considering you two were married and so were Captains Chris and Jill Redfield of S.T.A.R.S.
So they found the only other solution.
The following work week, Leon got banned from the first floor.
He took it to the heart. He watched you from the second floor like some Victorian yearner until he got sent back to his office by one of his lieutenants.
He tried to sneak past them on several occasions. Sometimes it worked. Other times?
“Chief! Don’t you go down those stairs!”
Leon huffed. He was so close this time. He’d made it halfway down. He glared at the officer standing at the top of stairs. You were at the reception desk, going through mail the station received. He wanted to use the excuse that he was going to pick something up, but they’d just say they would bring it to him. He reluctantly turned around and went right back up.
He passed the sign holder by the stairs made for him that said, “Lunch is at 1PM. Shift ends at 6PM.”
It got bad enough that they assigned someone to keep an eye on him.
The new rookie that joined was so confused why they told him not to allow Chief Kennedy on the first floor under any circumstances besides lunchtime and when it was time to go. Plus, they didn’t even go into detail as to why the Chief was banned from the first floor. They said it so ominously, as if the world would end if he made it down there.
Technically, it was an easy task. His office door was always shut, no matter what. If it ever opened, the loud creaking would alert the rookie and he’d tell his superior the first floor was off limits.
Today, Leon opened his office door cautiously. His officers were overwhelmed at their desks, especially the rookie who was stuck babysitting him. Paperwork was due at the end of the week. Everyone was trying to get it done so they wouldn’t have to stay late on a Friday night.
Perfect. He slipped out unnoticed. He left the door at a crack. If he closed it now, it might catch their attention and he refused to lose this golden opportunity. He kept his body against the wall, heading in the direction of the stairs.
You were making copies of forms. While the printer did the task for you, you swiveled your chair to the computer again to check on an email. Just as you were doing that, there came your husband rushing down the stairs. Leon made it to the bottom step and walked across the lobby towards the reception desk.
Oh great. What was he planning now? Your hand hovered over the phone, ready to call one of the lieutenants. But you didn’t since your husband wasn’t staring directly at you, rather the staircase on your right. He dug his hand in the pocket of his pants and pulled out a slip of paper.
Leon carefully slid it across the counter, and continued walking without looking at you.
The paper was folded in half. You raised a brow. He was probably asking you to meet him in the filing room again. You grabbed the paper and opened it.
“What the…” You muttered.
Do you like me?
Two options. One box said yes, and the other box said yes. You furrowed your brows.
You looked to your right. Leon was leaning against the stair railing. He drew a heart in the air with his pointer fingers and then winked at you. Your eyes followed as he went up to the second floor.
Reminder: File a complaint.
You clicked your pen. Underneath the two boxes, you drew a third one. Right beside it you wrote, “No”, and checked it.
“Is he here?” You glanced up. The rookie was out of air after running down a flight of stairs. Poor boy was carrying the fate of the world on his shoulders and he refused to let it end. That or he thought he might get fired for not keeping Chief Kennedy in check.
“Honey, don’t worry. He’s upstairs. Besides, the only place he’s getting in trouble is at home.” You said. That helped ease his worries a bit. You folded the slip of paper again and held it out to the rookie, “Do me a favor. Can you give this to him when you see him?”
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