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nothing could get on leon's nerves more than you, teasing him while he's on call... with sherry of all people
!!! oral (m!receiving) , public sex , fem reader
the mission was supposed to be a simple recon. an old, crumbling facility nestled deep within a thick, overgrown forest just outside the city limits. hunnigan had flagged it for potential black market activity, but after three hours of kicking down rotted doors and sweeping empty, dust-choked hallways, you and leon found absolutely nothing. the air inside had been stagnant and freezing, creeping through the layers of your tactical gear. leon had been on edge the entire time, his flashlight cutting through the oppressive darkness, gun raised, checking every blind corner with that precision of his. you’d followed close behind, watching the tense line of his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched when a floorboard groaned under his boots.
by the time you both made it back to his porsche, the adrenaline had long since bled out, leaving behind a restless exhaustion. he started the engine, the low rumble vibrating and flicked the headlights on.
"i need to call this in before we lose whatever little signal we have left out here," he muttered, pulling his comms device from his vest. he sounded tired , running a hand through his messy hair, pushing it out of his face. you watched him from the passenger seat, knees pulled up slightly, feeling a strange flutter in your stomach. the two of you weren't together, yet (as you thought) . you were just partners, sometimes friends, sometimes a little more complicated than that, but right now, in the isolated space of his expensive car surrounded by pitch-black woods, the boundaries felt incredibly thin.
the device connected with a soft beep. "sherry. it's kennedy," he said, his posture instantly straightening as his professional persona clicked into place. "the inspection is a bust. location is abandoned, structural integrity is severely compromised, but no signs of recent habitation." as he spoke, detailing the layout of the damp basement you'd just cleared, you found yourself entirely bored with the mission debrief. your eyes wandered over him— the way his tactical vest strapped across his broad chest, the holster strapped tightly to his thigh. the heater was making the car stiflingly warm now. you unzipped your jacket, tossing it into the backseat. leon’s eyes flicked to you for a second, catching the movement, but he kept talking. "yeah, i've got the floor plans uploaded to the secure server."
you shifted in your seat, leaning across the center console and the leather squeaked beneath you. leon's breath hitched quietly, he shot you a warning glare, but you just offered a small, innocent shrug. you unbuckled your seatbelt with a soft click. his eyes widened a bit, but he couldn't say anything to stop you without alerting sherry. "no, no signs of b.o.w. activity," he managed to say, though his voice was just a fraction tighter than before. you leaned over the center console, fingers deftly working the buckle of his belt. he swallowed hard, his free hand gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.
you freed his cock from his pants, the hot skin instantly hitting the cool air of the car. he was already hard, twitching against your palm as you wrapped your hand around his length. leon's eyes squeezed shut for a moment. "uh, yeah. we'll be back at headquarters in about two hours," he said, his voice straining. you leaned down, taking the tip into your mouth. leon let out a sharp exhale through his nose, his grip on the wheel slipping for a second before he white-knuckled it again.
you swirled your tongue around the head, sucking softly while he tried to maintain a perfectly normal conversation with his coworker. "the terrain is... rough," leon gritted out, hips bucking up instinctively a fraction of an inch to meet your mouth. "we had to park off the main road." you took him deeper, swallowing the slick length while your hand worked the base. leon bit the inside of his cheek, a muffled whine dying in the back of his throat. he looked down at you, eyes so desperate, pleading with you to stop while simultaneously thrusting his hips closer.
"leon? you sound out of breath, everything okay out there?" sherry asked, her voice tinny and clear through the phone speaker. you smirked against his skin, pulling off with a wet sound before kissing a trail up the underside of his shaft. leon shuddered violently.
"fine," he choked out, clearing his throat awkwardly. "just... tripped over some debris. it's dark out here." you bobbed your head down again, taking him all the way to the base, sucking firmly. leon’s head fell back against the leather headrest, lips parted as he fought every urge to groan. his hand left the steering wheel, fingers tangling in your hair, gripping you tight. "listen, sherry, i've got to go. we're hitting a dead zone again," he lied, his voice barely more than a raspy whisper.
"copy that, see you both soon," she replied, and he immediately hit the end call button.
the second the screen went black, all his restraint shattered. the phone clattered into the passenger footwell. "fuck," he groaned, loud and shameless in the quiet car, his hands gripping your hair to guide your pace. "you're gonna get me in so much trouble." he didn't sound like he cared at all though.the asshole. his hips rolled up to meet you, thrusting into your mouth with desperate rhythm. the polite, professional agent was completely gone now, replaced by a mess of tangled limbs and raw, swallowed moans. you worked him faster, your tongue swirling over the frenulum while your hand jerked him, milking every drop of pre-cum.
"shit, i'm close... right there," he panted, his eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving with every ragged breath. his thighs trembled against the center console. you sucked him hard, pulling as much friction as you could manage, and it was all it took. leon let out a wrecked, breathy groan, hips jerking violently as he came. thick ropes spilled over your tongue, coating your mouth warmly. he kept you held against him, riding out the aftershocks with soft, broken pants, his fingers gently massaging your scalp.
once the last pulse faded, you pulled away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. leon just stared at you, eyes blown wide, his chest rising and falling fast in the dim light of the dashboard. "remind me," he breathed out, voice still rough and completely ruined, "never to let you sit in the front seat during a debrief again."
Hey girl !! I saw your reqs are back open and I had an idea with re4r leon! I love how sassy and grumpy he is in the game and was wondering if you could do one where leon starts hogging the couch during the evenings and reader eventually gets annoyed and banters with him before eventually sitting on his lap and it turns into smut? This is just an idea you can change whatever you want, tysm and have a great day <3
a/n; leon is SO a couch and blanket hog. I can feel it in my bones. I think RE4R leon probably sleeps with the AC on BLAST, and he hogs the blankets to keep his body temperature stable. And he's just annoying with sharing a couch, LMAO. Wasn't sure if this was supposed to be established lovers or not, but I kinda went with just a friendly hookup lol
sum; after recently spending more and more nights with leon, sharing drinks and meals to find comfort in each other, you realized how much of a hog leon can be... in multiple ways.
content; oral (f!receiving), fingering, couch sex, unprotected sex, friends having sex, leon uses the pull-out method...😨
wc; 3.6k
Spending so much time with Leon lately had been healthy for both of you. Leon wasn't isolating himself, you weren't constantly afraid to ask for company, and the exposure of each other's lifestyles was also a lovely change for you two. What you didn't account for was his hogging. It started small and almost unnoticeable, but worked its way up quickly.
You'd noticed he tends to hog the blanket on the couch when you two watch movies, and as he got more comfortable with being a sassy brat, you found it more aggravating to share a couch with him. Two nights in a row, Leon was refusing to give you your space on the couch. Not that you minded being close to him, but it got annoying when you were holding two plates from the food you'd split up from the takeout boxes he bought.
"I have your food." You grumbled, knee bumping against his leg as he was laid out on the couch, groaning as he stretched out his muscles.
"Mmh, that's nice." He murmured, arms outstretched to lay behind his head, his legs propped onto the opposite arm of the couch.
"The food. You paid for. Don't make me ruin your couch just because you're a damn hog." You huffed.
"There's plenty of room, just sit down." He rolled his eyes, but you could see the faint smirk on his stupid, smug face.
"Your couch is barely big enough for two—and you think it'll fit me while you're laid out like an emperor?" You grumbled, setting both plates down on the coffee table as you crossed your arms. "Do I have to pour water on you?" You persisted.
"I never said sit on the couch." He said simply, reaching one hand for the remote as he sat upright. Somehow, even sitting up, he still took up both cushions, and that only made you more aggravated. He was leaned back so casually, legs spread, looking past you at the TV. He shifted his hips idly, glancing up at you. "Gonna sit?" He hummed.
"Fine. You want me to sit? I'll sit." You said, knees settling on either side of his hips as you settled your ass right in the middle of his lap, making him grunt—not at the weight or pressure, but at his own restraint as he clutched onto the remote and looked up at you, eyes widened slightly.
"I-i was kinda... meaning the floor." He mumbled.
"Not so cocky now, huh?" You crossed your arms.
"Eh.." His gaze shifted to the side, a warmth filling his cheeks as his lips pursed subconsciously. Only when you leaned back to try and grab your water did you notice the prodding against your butt. You froze. "Cocky in another way, but I'll let you—"
"You absolute pervert!" You scoffed, turning back and looking at him. "Did you seriously pop a boner?"
"Don't—don't act innocent! You're the one who plopped onto me like that!" He argued, brows pulled tight.
"I sat on you because you're a fucking hog and you wouldn't move! I was trying to prove a point, not have sex with you!"
"So you don't wanna do it?" His argument dropped, and he gave you a sidelong glance with his still pursed lips. "I mean, you aren't moving. Even though I—in your words—'popped a boner' because you sat on me."
"You're such a boy." You grumbled, but he wasn't wrong. You didn't move like most people would have done immediately. Maybe because you could feel what was so 'hog' about him, and that, embarrassingly enough, was enough to get you to contemplate staying.
"Come on, don't tell me you aren't thinking about it." He added, finally looking back up at you.
"I'm only thinking about it because your boner is pressing against me." You snapped in a low whisper.
Leon frowned, suddenly feeling overly guilty at his body's reaction. He held his hands up in surrender, shaking his head. "Hey, I'm just... I'm just teasing, okay? We don't have to. Get off, and we can have dinner and watch the movie. Just because I got hard doesn't mean we ha—"
He was cut off abruptly, and processed it far too late. By the time he realized you were kissing him, you were already pulling away and looking at him to find a reaction. He blinked, lips parting and letting nothing out except for a small breath and a light squeak of confusion.
"Have you thought about it before?" You asked. With his guard down, you knew he'd answer honestly.
He nodded, slow and sure. "A.. a couple of times." He admitted quietly.
"Good. I have, too." You murmured back, shifting closer—if possible—and bringing one hand to tilt his head back as you leaned in for another kiss.
He stopped you, gently with a hand on your shoulder. "Wait. I can't.. don't do this just because my dick is hard. I don't care. If you don't want to—"
"I'm kissing you. I want to. You didn't even have to pay me." You joked.
"I bought you dinner." He joked back, a small chuckle following. "A few times this week, actually."
"Eh, maybe you did pay me in a way. But.. I'm serious. I want to. I want this." You reassured quietly, offering a soft smile.
Leon wanted to check again, and again, but when you leaned in for another proper kiss, easing his nerves with your body's insistence to stay close to him, Leon practically melted into the couch, finally wrapping his arms around your waist to grab you tight and tug your body tighter to his front.
You took his forearms and pushed them away, slinking yourself out of his lap. He didn't hesitate to follow, hands holding you more delicately as you laid yourself down on the couch, and he slotted himself between your legs and hovered over you. He looked down at you to ensure you were still giving the same look of reassurance. You snickered slightly, head tilting. Before you could tease him, he leaned back down to kiss you, lips becoming rough against yours as he adjusted your body to sit more comfortably beneath his.
You moaned quietly against his lips, shifting your legs to lock your ankles together and keep him in place. He groaned, head falling against your shoulder as he caught his breath and regained his composure. He cursed as you lazily rolled your hips against him, making his cock twitch and pulse with another bead of precum that he prayed wouldn't soak through his jeans. You moved your hands down his body to push his shirt up, and he didn't hesitate to remove his shirt, tossing it somewhere else in the living room.
"Your turn." He huffed, his hands already moving to lift the shirt over your head. You snickered as you helped him by shuffling your way out of it, letting him throw the fabric off to the side. He leaned down and gave you a quick glance before he was all over you. His lips barely grazed yours before they were traveling downward. Leaving soft kisses and an occasional hickey in his trail, starting with your neck, moving to your collarbone and chest, and finding his way down to your stomach and hips.
He hooked his fingers into your belt loops, tugging down slightly to expose a little more skin for his lips to claim and treasure. You helped him undo the button and zipper of your shorts, letting him pull them down. Now clad in only your bra and panties, he dipped his head lower, pressing a chaste kiss to your mound, making you exhale shakily, looking down at him. He looked up, meeting your gaze for the millionth time already, to ensure your comfort and consent. He hooked his fingers onto the gusset of your panties and tugged it aside, running a finger through your folds to seek the wetness that had yet to make much of an appearance.
"Mmh," he pouted faintly, glancing up at you. Before he could doubt your arousal, you just giggled at him, reaching down to cup his cheek.
"Give it a minute. Foreplay and arousal takes longer for most women. You should know that if you've had sex." You teased.
"I've had sex before."
"What, with your fist?" You snickered, voice thick and sweet like honey.
"Fuck you." He spat, attention turning to the issue at hand—your lack of wetness. Leon wasn't about to go search for his lube, so he planned to get you wet enough to make it work, and he was beyond confident in his abilities.
"Oh, I'm sure you will. I'm just not sure if you'll wait for me to cum first." You continued your teasing, only for your taunting to melt into a low, shaky breath of a moan as his thumb began to circle your clit, gently prodding at the little nub beneath the hood between your pussy lips.
He didn't waste his breath on words. He planned to prove his experience with just actions, and so far, finding the clit so easily was pretty damn good proof that he at least had half a mind. He kissed up and down your thighs, leaving bruises and an occasional faint mark from biting into the flesh of your thighs as he worked closer until he was practically buried into your cunt. His thumb had long been forgotten, replaced with his mouth and the hyperfocus of his talented tongue, the muscle pulling mewls and gasps from you. He tried to contain his spit mess, but who could blame him for being such a messy eater? He was buried nose deep like you were his last meal, lapping and suckling as he looked up at you. His nose was pressed up against the bush of your mound, taking in the natural scent and mentally thanking the heavens for you and your reciprocated attraction. Your back arched, thinking that this moment couldn't get any better as you squeezed your thighs around his head and dug your heels into his back, hips fucking upward to chase more.
Leon snuck his hand between your legs and eased a finger along your slit, making you whimper before he spread your folds wide for his viewing pleasure. He pulled back only for a moment, taking in the mess of spit and arousal that had made a home against your slit. He lined up two fingers, mouth delving back in for your clit as he let two fingers sink into your hole, making you groan and shake, twitching around his digits.
He moaned against your pussy, watching your every move from below as he pumped his fingers back and forth, curling them upward to press the spongy button behind your front wall. You cried out, back arching as your hands flew down to search for something to hold. One hand tangled in his hair, and the other found Leon's free hand. He held your hand tight, unable to hide the laugh that left his throat. His mouth didn't falter, though. You whined, pulling at his hair.
"Fuck—shut up, asshole." You panted, throwing your head back as he gave a particularly harsh suck to your clit, making your the muscles of your lower stomach clench tighter.
"You wanna cum now or when I'm inside you?" He asked, barely audible over his own huffing and the way his mouth was completely buried into your cunt.
With the option, you almost couldn't decide. It felt so good, and you were so goddamn close in practically record time, but you had no idea how to figure out if you'd be able to go multiple rounds. Just before the knot in your lower belly snapped, you squirmed away, groaning reluctantly as you pushed his head away. He retracted his fingers, sitting back on his haunches as you took a moment to regain your composure and stability.
"You okay?" He muttered.
"Fine. Just... didn't wanna finish yet." You huffed, swallowing harshly.
"Need a break?" He asked, but you could hear the tease in his voice.
"Don't piss me off or I swear to God I'll go finish myself off in your bed and make you deal with yourself." You threatened, shifting to lay back down on the couch, a little too shaky to stand up and make th threat seem more serious.
"Mmh, there's no reason to do that. C'mere," he yanked you closer by your hips, settling between your thighs. He shifted and undid his belt and zipper, pushing the fabric of his jeans and boxers down enough for them to barely hook the fabrics underneath his heavy, full balls. You swallowed tightly, lower lip tugging between your teeth hard enough to leave a mark and nearly break skin.
Leon was big. Not overly girthy, but long, with a fat tip. You didn't exactly have a lot of previous sexual partners, but you had enough to be positive that Leon was the biggest. You shifted, legs closing around him. You squeaked slightly when you couldn't close your legs. Leon chuckled at that, hands pressing against your inner thighs to press your legs open wider.
"Fuck," you inhaled sharply. "You know how to do this, right?" You joked, laughing nervously.
"Would you quit acting like I'm some 19 year old virgin?" He frowned.
"Well, how am I supposed to know? You got hard because I sat on you." You countered with a grumble.
Leon leaned forward and shut you up with a kiss, letting you ease up. His hands slithered upward to palm your breasts over your bra, eliciting a soft mewl. "Yeah, I got hard because I had a beautiful and sexy woman sit on my lap. Forgive me for being a man in that sense because my mind kinda goes to the gutter when it comes to you."
"Wha—" You pulled back, a hand coming to his chest to pause. "Me? Like, just me?" You asked quietly.
"Yeah. You're hot, and sweet, and so, so fucking addictive." He dove back in, mouthing at your jaw and making you groan, your guard falling almost instantly.
"Leon." You breathed, head tilting back. He shifted his hips closer, making you whine slightly as his tip nudged against your folds and pushed lightly at your clit. One of his hands left your chest and came down to grasp his length, dragging it along your folds to gather the wetness on his flushed, weeping tip.
With his right hand lining up his tip against your entrance, his left hand massaged your breast, his thumb gently circling your pebbled nipple. You moaned quietly, brows furrowing as he nipped at your pulse point. He eased his tip into you, making you gasp slightly. He tilted his head up to kiss you, letting you focus on the kiss instead of the slow, almost agonizing stretch of his cock pressing into you, carving it's way into your walls like it was going to leave you in its shape. When he bottomed out, his pelvis firm against yours, your head fell back with a low, shaky mewl.
He dipped his head and panted lightly, groaning slightly when you lightly rolled your hips. "Good lord," he breathed with a shaky laugh, hands coming to hold your hips still. "Can't... Can't promise I've got much restraint. I'll admit it's been a while." He murmured, swallowing thickly as he nosed at your neck, closing his eyes. You laughed quietly, arms coming to wrap around his neck with one hand gently snaking into his hair in a gentle grasp.
"Don't worry, if you cum too fast I'll just pretend to finish so it doesn't bruise your ego." You taunted.
"You are so infuriating." He groaned, pushing himself up with his left hand holding his weight up as his right hand found your clit, thumb gently circling the nub. "I know how to do this. I'm not selfish, yknow." He murmured.
"Whatever. Just hurry it up, or I'll think that you're too sensitive to even make it to two pumps." You continued to tease, pulling him forward for another kiss. He moaned softly against your lips, dragging his cock halfway out to start with slow, shallow thrusts. He cursed, only for you to nip at his lip and make him pinch your inner thigh as a playful retaliation. You resumed the softer kissing, leading the kiss while he found a steady rhythm for both of you to enjoy.
Leon got about two minutes in with the shallow, cautious thrusts before he pulled back and hooked his arms under your knees and bent forward again. You squeaked at the exposed position—his arms keeping your legs so spread and high that it'd be humiliating if he wasn't already inside of you. The new angle made your head roll back, arching your body into him. He grinned, smug and cocky as he transitioned into faster thrusts that he'd pull almost all the way out for, only to slam back in and make you almost cry out with each one.
"Fuck, Lee," you gasped, toes curling as you clutched tightly onto his biceps, nails digging in. He leaned forward to kiss you again, trailing down softly to mouth and suck at your neck once more.
"C'mon," he panted, licking a stripe over a freshly forming bruise. "Don't be shy, baby, help yourself out." He purred, kissing down to your shoulder. In the short time you'd been at this, he clearly already knew too well what you liked. With his hands keeping your legs up, you took one hand from his bicep and shyly reached down to let your fingers find your clit. Leon watched intently to see any differences in his technique versus yours. He noticed you moved faster than he did, so he made a permanent note of that.
With the permission and acceptance of touching yourself, you were getting much closer much faster than you'd anticipated. Your lips parted, brows furrowing as you looked up at him and met his gaze. He was staring at you like you'd hung the sky for him. Not just the stars or the moon or the sun—the entire sky, day and night. The look made your eyes water slightly, quickly becoming emotional in such an intimate moment. You looked away, panting and trying not to get caught up. Leon chuckled, hands soothing up and down your thighs—a sharp contrast to his heavy, persistent thrusts.
"Sorry," he whispered, hiding his face in your neck, kissing softly at an already established bruise. "You're so beautiful." He admitted quietly.
You couldn't even tell if you let out a cry because he was being sweet or because you were finally gushing around his cock—maybe both—but he hissed, fingers digging into your thighs as he fucked you through it.
"Fuck—Fuck, Lee, pull out," you whimpered, patting helplessly at his chest as you felt him becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. At the very last second, leon pulled out and wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping himself in a tight fist as he aimed poorly for your lower belly and mound. Unfortunately, like he said, it had been a while, so he came a little more than either of you expected. Ropes of his cum made a mess of your panties, lower belly, and just below your chest.
He looked up at you like a puppy about to be scolded for not going outside to do his business. "I-im sorry," he muttered.
"Shut up." You reached up to put your palm over his mouth, eyes falling shut as you fully recovered and bathed in your own pleasure and relaxation. He leaned into your touch, kissing your palm before he pulled back and carefully stood from the couch.
"Just stay here, yeah? I'll grab a rag.." he said quickly, already skittering off toward the bathroom to search for a clean bath rag. He came back with a warm, damp rag, gently wiping up the mess between your legs before folding the rag and cleaning your belly.
"That rag doesn't really clean my panties, Leon." You huffed, looking up at him as he cleaned himself off next.
"Are you staying the night?" He asked, looking down at you as he tucked himself back into his pants.
"Uh.. I was going to. Does this change that?" You asked, suddenly aware of the way this might have changed the plans for not only now but anything in the future. You were already reaching for your shorts, avoiding eye contact as you stood up on shaky legs.
"Woah, woah, no," he stopped you, holding you by the waist as you looked away. "This doesn't change a thing until you want it to." He said firmly. "Stay. I'll put your clothes in the wash, and you can borrow some of mine. It's not like you haven't already, right?" He chuckled, hoping to ease your nerves. You looked back up at him, less anxious than before.
"Are you sure?" Your head tilted slightly. "I mean.. we just had sex, Leon. That doesn't make it weird?"
"No. I just got so lucky, I'm afraid I might be dreaming." He said, only half joking as he took one hand to cup your cheek.
"You're such a boy." You snorted, rolling your eyes.
"I'm serious! I'm luckier than any idiot out there. Even if it doesn't become more, I'm lucky that you trusted me." He said, voice dripping with sincerity that almost made you emotional again.
You stepped back and took your panties off before shoving them into his hands with your shorts. "Find my shirt and get my laundry clean." You huffed, already on the move to go and find a temporary outfit from his closet. In the hallway, you paused to remove your bra and throw it towards him. "That, too!" You called from down the hall. Leon stood there, stunned and helplessly whipped.
"She's so hot." He mumbled to himself, pumping his elbow into his side like a guy who just watched his favorite sports team score the winning point.
sorry if the next requests might take a bit i want to try to make them as long as they should be and im also working on editing a few chapters for Bullet for Two and the next one shot 🥹
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re9!leon’s fave way to eat you out is by having you sit on his face <3 the feel of your body, thighs crushing his head each time he suckles your clit, the way your slick soaks him— it’s all a rush. an addiction he can’t stop. he genuinely needs to have you sit on his face 24/7, he needs to taste you all the time. that tangy, heady flavor of you? god, he craves it every moment.
This is part 2 of the Restless comic. Just wanted to add more scenes of my take of the post-Raccoon City for Leon, Claire, and Sherry. I also had an idea of making a comic for when Leon was a kid but decided to incorporate it here instead. The Dandelion thing and the Sully character is part of the headcanons me and @loveiscosmicsin made for Leon. Sully will be the cop that Leon looks up to and is inspired from to be a cop himself. Hopefuly, I can make stories with Sully and Leon in the future.
I don't know if that mafia thing with Leon's parents is really canon or just pseudo-canon but I went with it in this story. But since Leon is inspired from the move Leon the Professional, I decided to add a bit of Mathilda's story into what happened to his parents.
Again special thanks to @loveiscosmicsin and @theycallmedarling for helping me fix my typos and horrible English.
So i got struck by the lightning, and by lightning i meant a dirty thought obviously that involved our dear lord and savior resident daddy Leon Kennedy.
I thought about reader (Leon's GF) being frustrated at him after an argument or something that went wrong which resulted in him getting the silent treatment.
So instead reader threw herself into work and anything else to distract her from her emotions and avoid the inevitable argument, only for Leon to obviously try and stop her from doing such thing when he noticed how bad it had affected her,
But obviously pettiness being one of her greatest trait, she gave him the cold shoulder and went out alone, on a shopping spree to murder his bank account as a punishment (which let's be real, it'll barely make a dent in his savings and she's not even the type to splurge usually),
But yeah, she bought some things, for herself and for him too and when i said for him i meant smth naughty for her to wear for him and an actual gloves or watch for him, overpriced but it's the thought that counts.
And anyways long story short, she felt bad, they talked and then boom, filthy smut cause he wanted her to put on a show to show off what she had bought with his money, wink wink, especially the lingerie in his favorite shade of blue, nasty nasty smashing, some mirror scene and maybe, maybe even involving his phone's camera cause he just thought that you looked so good that he needed to take a picture so it'll last longer, (and maybe even a video too COUGHHH COUGH)
*Claps my hand*
ANYWAYS, i am sooo sorry if this was unnecessary long but this idea was simmering in my head and burning a hole through my brain, almost had to bite down on my fist as i pictures the scene perfectly, i just needed to get this out of my system cause honestly Leon is making me feel really insane right now, and i hope you're doing as amazing as your work out there!;> Sending Love🫶🏻
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a/n; I will forever love some good post-make-up sex!!! and some lingerie show-offs, ooooh!😩 this is beautiful, thank you for requesting!! I hope I did the idea justice 🙏🏻
sum; after a petty fight over work and the apartment, you find yourself avoiding leon and trying to get a reaction out of him with a splurge with his money, the night ending with a much better reaction than you'd thought
content; vague reference to an argument, lingerie, unprotected sex, creampies, overstimulation, photos/recording, mirror sex, multiple positions
wc; 4.3k
"You're not going to talk to me?" Leon's voice cut through the thick silence of the kitchen. It was hardly past eight in the morning, just after breakfast, and you two had already fought. Something about his work, an upcoming mission, and something about your shared apartment becoming too cramped or how you didn't like living in an apartment building, despite the building being much, much nicer than the average.
You didn't respond. You continued washing the dishes, scrubbing at a stubborn patch of dried sauce from the other night's dinner. You didn't feel like continuing the argument, nor did you feel like making it worse with any further outbursts. Leon sighed.
"Fine. I'll see you after work." He stepped behind you, moving to give his usual cheek kiss, but you pulled away and gave him a stern look. He stared. "Fine." He repeated with a furrow in his brows, stepping away and turning on his heel to retrieve his bag from the hook by the front door. "I love you!" He called out as he stepped out the door. No response. He closed the door and groaned, forehead hitting against the doorframe.
Not much longer after he left, you found yourself thrown into work. You worked from home sometimes, and today was one of those days. You worked from about 9:00 a.m. to 2:30 p.m., a shorter but still productive day. When Leon could, he'd come home for lunch, and that's exactly what he did today.
When you emerged from your shared at home office, you paused when you saw Leon rummaging through the fridge. You inhaled sharply, only to turn when he straightened up and saw you. You walked off, finding your way to the bedroom to occupy yourself with laundry and changing the bed sheets. Leon sighed, following behind you. Thank God he had a decent lunch break.
"Sweetheart, please," he stopped you before you could carry the hamper into the hall, hands on your shoulders. "Can't we have lunch? I was going to warm our takeout leftovers from last night." He urged. "And it's not even laundry day." He added, head tilting. You had a schedule for everything—when to mop, when to do laundry, when to wash your hair, etc.—so the derailing of that schedule stuck out to Leon.
You stared at him. You stepped back and maneuvered around him, interrupting your schedule for the sake of staying busy. You heard him groan, his footsteps catching up quickly.
"I know you're mad, but please, don't work yourself into the ground. You said today was supposed to be a half day for work, and you were going to relax. You deserve to relax. Please." He insisted, but it felt like talking into a void. You didn't even look at him.
You piled the laundry into the washing machine, pouring in detergent and turning the knobs for the proper settings before you started it and went down the hall back to the living room. You grabbed your purse and keys, slipping on a pair of sneakers.
"Where are you going?" He sounded exasperated. He may be upset, annoyed, but he still needed to make sure you weren't going to go put yourself in danger just because you're mad at him.
"Shopping."
The first word since 8 a.m., so he took it. He sighed heavily. "Fine. Just.. be back by dinner, please? I'll have it ready tonight." He tried to sneak in a kiss, but you were already slipping out of his reach and out of the apartment.
God, he felt like a complete and utter idiot.
And so did you. On your way to shopping at various stores, you began to realize how silly you were being. Your frustration was valid, but the actions of the day were clearly wearing on Leon, and that made you feel bad. You pulled into the parking lot of the mall, checking your wallet and finding his card tucked into the leather, right next to the Polaroid you kept of you two on your first date. You frowned.
In the mall, you found yourself buying silly crap just to spend some money and possibly get on his nerves a little. You'd realize later that splurging did nothing to his financial situation, but that was a later problem. You bought a new necklace, some new clothes, and on your way out, you passed two stores opposite of each other. Victoria's Secret, and right across, sat a store with all kinds of things that Leon could use. Some better tactical gloves, a new watch since he had his old one absolutely destroyed by some creature, and even some different kinds of holsters.
You stopped into the lingerie store first, buying a new baby doll gown, two matching sets, a few lace bras with front clips, and a new perfume. Swiping the card was both exhilarating and guilt amplifying. You knew he'd get the notification on his phone with it being such an expensive purchase. To top it off and end off on a less guilty note, you found your way into the store across, peeking at the watches. One of the employees, a sweet younger lady, happily helped you pick out some heavy-duty gloves and a new watch that had an option for a regular clock or a digital clock—something new for him to figure out.
You arrived him just after your usual dinnertime, having taken time to regroup your thoughts in the car while also having stopped for a small ice cream cone. You walked into the door, and Leon peeked out from the kitchen, drying his hands. He stared at your abundance of shopping bags, but he didn't look angry—if anything, he seemed a little relieved.
"Dinners ready. Made your favorite. I went out and got you some cheesecake for dessert, if you want it." Leon spoke, setting the hand towel on the counter before he came to help you with your bags. He took the first two and paused when he saw the Victoria's Secret bag, but he cleared his throat and looked away.
"Don't get too excited. I'm still not happy." You mumbled, pulling the bag out of his view so he couldn't peek in. He chuckled. You followed him and the two of you dropped the bags in the bedroom and came back to the dinner table for food.
It was quiet for a while, but when Leon finished his dinner first, like usual, he stood up and found his way to the sink to begin washing the dishes for the night. You watched him. "How was shopping? Find anything cute?"
"Few things." You mumbled.
"Like?" He asked, acting like nothing had happened this morning.
The prodding of what you had bought only made you feel worse, a small whine leaving your throat as you looked down at your food. "Nothing that made me feel better." You exhaled.
Leon turned the faucet off, turning to you as he dried his hands and leaned back on the counter. "Are you ready to talk?" He asked, careful in his tone and message.
"I'm sorry." You dropped your face into your palms, groaning at yourself as you rubbed your face, like you were trying to wash away your frustrations. "I was mad. I was angry at you for how you talked to me this morning, about your job and the apartment, and I wanted a reaction, and I was being dumb." You spat finally. When you lifted your head, Leon was crouched next to your chair, turning you to face him.
"A splurge isn't gonna make me angry, or want to lecture you and make a big issue." He said, hands resting gently on your knees. "I know I was an ass this morning." He admitted, watching you slowly straighten up from your guilty slouch. "I shouldn't have been so dismissive toward you and your frustrations. It was stupid of me to get so whiney about simple needs and adjustments that you wanted to talk about."
"Yeah." You grumbled, looking down at your lap as you fidgeted with your nails. "I'm sorry, too." You mumbled. "I shouldn't have been so mean. I should've told you why I was mad when you came for lunch. I'm.. I should've tried a little harder to make you understand rather than keep arguing."
It was quiet for a moment until he rose to his full height again, bending forward to kiss you softly. Finally, you accepted it, happily meeting in the middle. He pulled back and brushed his thumb over your brow bone and smoothed your hair down.
"You still eating?" He asked. You nodded. "Finish up. I'll run a bath. It's been a while since we had a bath, and I think this calls for it."
"Not yet. I still have to try stuff on before I wrap up the night." You turned back to your food, taking another bite.
Leon's soft expression turned mischievous, his lower lip tucked between his teeth. "Would it be too hopeful if I asked for a little haul?" He asked, voice pitched just a touch higher than normal.
"Finish the dishes, and I'll consider it." You said through a mouthful of food.
"Mmh, yes ma'am." He gave a quick snap of his fingers and those clumsy finger guns before he turned and went back to the sink to finish up.
After finishing your food, you rinsed the plate and handed it to him for him to scrub and rinse clean. You stepped back and stared at him—gaze dropping down, only to rise, and repeat a few times until he turned around and you did it exactly the same way again. "Yeah. Yeah. You're lucky you're hot." You mumbled, walking off to make your way down the hall to the bedroom.
"Wha—hey! What's that mean?!" He laughed, rushing to follow you. He found you rummaging through the bags to find your lingerie bag. He came up behind you to get his hands on you, only for you to slip away and swat his hands.
"Uh-uh. Haul time, not touch time." You huffed. "And look in that blue bag. I got you some stuff. Well, you paid, I got it, so it's more the thought that counts." You said, pointing over to the bag that had his new gloves and watch. Leon snickered and sat on the bed as he took the items out while you disappeared into the bathroom and changed. He took out the watch first, opening the box and gasping slightly.
"Damn! How much was this? Thing looks futuristic." He scoffed with astonishment, already moving to slip it onto his wrist. He pressed a button and watched the digital square light up, the background still blank with a regular analog clock. He adjusted the watch band and took out the gloves next, trying them on and humming.
"You like 'em?" You called out from behind the cracked bathroom door. Before he could respond, you stepped out in a white, fluff-hemmed baby doll lingerie piece with pretty lace panties to match. You leaned against the doorway, doing a little shimmy to show the way it flowed just below your hips.
He looked up, eyes wide. "Oh, I like. I like a lot." He stood up, only for you to stop him.
"Uh-uh. I have options. Sit back down."
"Oh, fuck, seriously?" He groaned. "You're killin' me, sweetheart." He pouted, sitting back down. You giggled and returned to the bathroom, changing into the red set that you found. You stepped back out and did a spin, watching his eyes flick up and down. "Red looks nice on you."
"You'll like the other set better." You grinned.
"Ooh, c'mon, you might kill me before I even get to see it."
"Suck it up and be patient." You said, stepping back into the bathroom to change into the dark blue set. The lace was decorated with small, intricate flowers, the trim of the cups threaded with a white ribbon that led straight down the middle and met at the bottom of the valley between your breasts in a cute little bow. The panties had the same thing. When you stepped out, Leon didn't have the boldness to make a snide comment or be flirty, he just sat there and stared, admiration in his eyes as he traced your body up and down.
"You're not even gonna tell me I look pretty?" You feigned offense, a pout forming over your lips. He stumbled over his own feet and met you halfway, taking you by the hips.
"You leave me speechless." He mumbled, leaning in for a deep kiss. He cupped your cheek to tilt your head, encouraging you to let yourself melt into it.
His other hand slid down from your hip, slipping behind to grope your butt and pull you in closer, his pelvis meeting yours as he backed you up against a wall, right next to your tall mirror that you used to get ready. He pulled his head back and peeked over to the side, glancing at you and then the mirror. He looked back at you, down at the lingerie. He tugged you forward and spun you around, making you squeak as he put you in front of the mirror, your hands pushed out to keep your body from being fully against the mirror.
"God, look at how fucking beautiful you are." He purred, moving to kiss along your shoulders and nape, a low groan leaving him as he felt you press back against him, reaching one hand back to grab his wrist and guide his hand back to your hip.
"Lee," you breathed, head falling forward against the mirror.
"Keep your head up. Look at yourself." He mumbled, nipping at your nape and eliciting a light squeak. You lifted your head and looked at him through the mirror. "Eyes on you, not me." He reminded gently.
"Asshole." You huffed.
"Mmh, I know, but you love me." He grinned. With you focused on yourself instead of him, he slipped his hands down, one hand stopping while the other slid down to press your thighs apart and find its home over the gusset of your panties. He ground his palm against your clit, letting you buck your hips in response. He gave a sound similar to approval when your thighs squeezed around his hand. He swatted your thigh gently with his free hand, making you open up once more with a reluctant whine.
He slid the gusset of the panties to the side, middle finger slowly circling your clit in tight, firm motions. You shivered, lips parting in a breathy, shaky sigh of relief. "Oh, fuck." You hissed lightly as his fingers slid down, thumb replacing the stimulation on your clit as he eased two fingers down to your dripping entrance, circling it and spreading your wetness along your pussy lips. He continued teasing your hole, crcling your clit, until you bucked impatiently, one hand reaching to grab his wrist.
"Keep teasing and I might fuck myself in front of you and blue ball you all night." You scowled, but there was no real heat or anger, just desperation and need.
He snickered, head tilting down to kiss your shoulder. "Mmh, I know," he purred. "I just wanted to get you a little warmed up."
With that, he pulled back and tugged his belt undone, pushing them down with his boxers to shimmy them down and kick them aside before he pressed his chest to your back. You nudged him. "Shirt off. The fabric is annoying." You grumbled. He chuckled, tugging he shirt over his head and tossing it aside before reassuming his position.
He took his cock into his hand, stroking it a couple of times before he lined up with your wetness. He nudged your thighs further apart and tugged your hips back, one hand sliding up your waist and to your front to help you straighten up to look at yourself properly. As you straightened your back and stood before the reflection, Leon pushed forward, and your head fell back, thighs quivering as you clutched onto his wrist and forearm for support.
"'ve got you," he soothed, low and smooth in your ear as he lifted you slightly, your toes barely touching the ground as he held you up by your hips and waist, letting your body adjust slightly before he pulled his hips back and pushed forward, making you squeak and curl up slightly. He used his head to nudge yours upright, making you look at yourself as he suspended you in the air with pure strength and stamina, cock pumping back and forth inside of you.
"Oh, my god," you mewled, thighs quivering and closing tight as your feet hung helplessly, toes curling.
"Fuck," he grunted. Your back arched, bottom pressing against his pelvis as he thrusted back and forth, the rhythm hardly there as his cock penetrated your pussy in fast, shallow thrusts, the tip of his cock just meeting your cervix. You cried out, feet kicking back at his shins and desperately searching for something to stabilize yourself on. He tugged you higher, making you squeak. One of his strong arms held you at the spot just below your ribcage, while the other hand held your hip and let his hand wander down between your thighs, two fingers finding your clit to pinch and massage the little nub. Your head fell back against him, eyes rolling back. He watched it all through the mirror—your body rippling with the intensity of his thrusts, your thighs quivering and feet dangling and kicking, your head fallen back as your mouth hung open with loud, incoherent words of desperation left your lips.
"Oh, fuck, shhh—shit, Leon!" You gasped, body tensing as you felt your climax approach rapidly.
"C'mon, don't be shy. Watch yourself while you cum on my cock." He practically growled, lowering you just enough to let you stand on your own. He kept one arm around you, hand still torturing your sensitive clit while the other hand slid upward and came to grab your face, forcing you to look at the mirror and keep your focus there. Your brows knitted together, eyes darting back and forth between watching him fondle and play with you and watching your face like he had demanded. You cried, lips quivering as his fingers dug into your chin, making it harder for you to look away.
"God, Lee, 'm gonna cum—fuck!" You squealed, gasping for air as you felt all the tension reach a peak, lingering there for a long moment—your muscles all pulled taut, eyes rolling back—until finally, it snapped, falling apart in his arms as he followed suit almost immediately. While you pulsed around his girth, gushing warmth and coating the base of his cock in a thick, white ring, he followed suit and let himself go, cum pumping almost dramatically into your twitchy cunt. You shivered, completely limp against him.
While you were dazed and distracted, Leon took the chance to reach for his phone on your vanity, clicking the camera open and holding it up. You barely processed it when you heard the click, the sound making you lift your head and glare at him.
"Seriously?" You whined.
"You look so good in my favorite color." He purred, kissing along your shoulder and neck.
Leon slowly retracted his hips, gentle as he lifted you and carried you back to the bed, laying you down and crawling atop of you, hips slotting between your open legs. He held his phone out to you. "Mmh?" You looked up at him, brows knit in confusion.
"Hold it for a second." He muttered, shifting to pull your hips closer as he leaned down and kissed your breasts over the lace of the lingerie. You held his phone lazily, glancing at the dark screen before he kissed his way down and tugged the panties aside again, watching the mess begin to slowly seep out. He reached and took the phone back and navigated his way to the camera, quickly pressing record as he used two fingers to gently spread your folds and let the cum become more visible on camera. Before you could scold him or tell him how nasty he was, he plunged the same two fingers into you, using the pads of his fingertips to drag out the cum and make you whine as he pressed the phone camera closer.
"I barely forgive you and you're already taking the chance to record me like this?" You squirmed as he pulled his fingers out fully and rose to his knees, slotting in closer to press his already hard cock against your thigh, the phone held higher as his free hand came down to grasp his length lining it back up with your already sensitive cunt. You mewled softly as the tip nudged in, making your thighs close around him. He breathed a soft moan as he put the camera lower and adjusted the angle to properly show how your pussy engulfed him and practically swallowed his cock as he eased forward.
"Lee—mmh!" You mewled, thighs shaking and squeezing around him as he bottomed out and ground his hips lazily into you. He keeps himself upright, dragging back and forth slowly, the camera zeroed in on the slick mess you're leaving on his girth, the way your pussy is stretched over him, twitchy and tight. He pulls out all the way to the tip, only to push back in and make your body squeeze up, back arching.
"Fuck, you're so pretty. So perfect." He breathed, camera adjusting to capture your chest as he took his other hand and palmed your breast. He tugged the lace of the bra down, letting it lay beneath the fat of your breast before his rough palm came to grope and squeeze at the mound. You groaned, pushing your chest against his palm as you reached down to lazily press against his lower abdomen, whimpering faintly at his thrusts growing in intensity.
"Lee—Leon, oh!" You gasped in response to his fingers pinching and rolling your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Fuck," you shivered, head rolling to the side.
"C'mon," he hissed. "I know you're close already," he purred, panting as he raised the camera higher and captured the entirety of the scene before him, all but your face since you kept hiding it when the camera would twitch too high. He didn't want to push his luck any more than he already was.
He moved his hand off your tit, pulling the lace back up to sit comfortably before his previously busy hand came down, thumb finding your clit to rub along the nub with firm, tight circles. You jolted, another gasp being pulled from you. He continued, your nails clawing into his forearm as you twitched and shook beneath him, nerves overwhelmed and overworked. Leon really did love how sensitive you were.
"Yknow, maybe we should try going another round after this." He grinned, glancing up at you to find your face half-buried into your pillow, a wet spot beginning to pool where your mouth was due to the fact you couldn't shut your mouth, hair mussed and probably getting knotted from all your squirming.
"F-fuck yo—oooh!" You cried out, legs clamping around him and pulling him in closer. You bit onto the pillow the best you could, hips squirming against and away from him at the same time. And before you could warn him, the knot finally snapped in your lower belly, a loud sob of pleasure leaving your throat.
"Shh, shh," he tossed the phone aside, letting the camera be forgotten as he worked you through it, cooing sweet praise and soft reassurance as he chased his own high. He wasn't far behind, but he needed to put in a little more effort and focus now that he had you satisfied. In your dazed state, you slapped around for his phone and found it, grabbing it with trembling hands and holding it up to record him.
"Hah—how do you l-like it?" You stammered, watching his nose scrunch both from your sass and his approaching climax. Only a few thrusts later, and he was throwing his head back, lips parted in heavy groans melting into shaky moans as his cum spilled, balls twitching and emptying into you. You shivered, dropping the phone next to you as he leaned above you and met you for a slow, passionate kiss.
It was sloppy, but full. Full of love, satisfaction, and tenderness in its own way. Leon slowly pulled out, sighing against your lips. "I've got such a sexy wife." He huffed, making you smack his chest.
"Shut up." You breathed, slowly moving to sit upright. Leon helped you, fixing your panties and pushing your hair out of the way. You leaned forward against him. He chuckled, moving to lift you into his lap.
"You're amazing." He murmured, hands soothing up and down your sides and back. "I love you." He mused, squeezing tighter around yous waist.
"I love you." You murmured back, kissing his collarbone before you caught a glimpse of the phone. "It's still recording."
"Mmh, maybe it's a sign." He grinned, head diving to kiss and nip at your neck. You were quick to swat his shoulder and dive off to the side, shaky but firm as you stood from the bed.
"Not a chance." You said with a huff, legs already shaking as you bent at the hips to hold onto the bedside table for stability. He laughed, pressing the button to stop the recording as he moved to stand with you.
"I'm just teasing. C'mon, we can wash off and then soak in the bath. And if you want, we can talk more about the apartment situation." He pressed an apologetic kiss to your temple, helping you toward the bathroom.
"That... that would be nice." You murmured, nodding.
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Pairings Leon Must Die Forever (Wolf Leon) x Fem!Reader
Word Count 5k
Genre: Fantasy Romance, Fairy Tale Retelling, Cozy Fantasy, Monster Romance, Humor, Drama, Domestic Fluff.
Content Warnings: Contains fantasy violence, blood and injury, mentions of death and grief, hunting, family conflict, prejudice against monsters, mild profanity, and non-sexual fantasy swallowing/vore for comedic and plot purposes.
What if a wolf Leon stalks a sweet lil red Reader a innocent lil snack walking elegantly down the forest trail a red hood wrapped around their body like gift just for him when he goes in for the attack but it’s stopped when they command Leon to sit…of course wolf Leon would never disobey his wife especially when she gives him head scratches especially behind his ears and makes his favorite food he loves his wife wrapped in her little red cloak he gave her
You were awoken by the rays of the sun spilling into your wooden cabin. The other side of your bed was empty. Leon must've left early to go hunting again. Lately, he'd been heading out earlier and earlier each morning.
Now, that wouldn't have been an issue if your husband brought home food like a normal person.
But that was the thing.
Leon wasn't normal.
Leon was a wolf—or rather, a wolf hybrid—a cross between a human man and a wolf.
You'd expect to find Leon tearing animals apart or ravenously devouring them at the dining table, leaving a mess everywhere. Blood stained the table and his face, with bits of an animal's fur and entrails clinging to his stubble. Granted, Leon was a messy eater in general.
But that made your marriage all the more exciting. It was both a blessing and a curse.
Making your way around the cabin, you found that Leon was nowhere to be seen. The house, however, looked freshly cleaned. He must've tidied everything before you woke up.
A small note rested on the table, written in Leon's familiar handwriting.
Good morning, gorgeous. I went out for a little walk. Be home soon. I miss you so much.
—L
A tiny wolf was scribbled beneath his signature.
It warmed your heart that he'd thought to leave you a note.
The sound of the cool breeze whispering through the lonely house reminded you of something.
Grandmother.
The village medic had delivered medicine for her, and you would've completely forgotten if you hadn't remembered just now.
It would be a long walk to your grandmother's house, so you needed to make sure you were dressed appropriately.
A new month had arrived, and with it came the changing of the seasons. Over the past two weeks, the snow had finally melted away, leaving the forest trails damp beneath your feet. The rivers, streams, and creeks ran crystal clear and refreshingly cool—perfect for taking a dip or rinsing the dirt, blood, and grime from Leon's thick coat after one of his hunts.
You held your hand through the crack in the front door. The air was chilly.
You'd need a coat.
Making your way back to the room you and Leon shared, you wrapped the hooded cloak he'd given you around your shoulders. It had become a little snug over the years as you'd grown into adulthood.
Unfortunately, you weren't like Leon and couldn't rely on a thick coat of fur to keep you warm.
Though you couldn't deny...
He looked incredibly sexy with it.
Soon, thoughts of food occupied your mind again. As you packed the medicine and other necessities for your grandmother into a wicker basket, you found yourself wondering what to make for dinner.
Leon had been behaving well lately. It had been quite some time since you'd heard complaints about him devouring an entire farmer's flock of sheep.
Maybe he deserved a treat.
"Should we have venison stew... or curry for dinner?" you wondered, looking through the cupboards and pantry.
"Hmm... I should stop by the market afterward," you murmured to yourself as you placed the remedies into the wicker basket before setting off through the forest.
The woods were quiet. The sounds of nature were peaceful as birds chirped overhead and ducks bathed beneath a small woodland waterfall.
It wouldn't be long before you reached your grandmother's house. You knew this side of the forest like the back of your hand.
Your mind began to wander.
Why hadn't anything interesting happened these past few years?
Granted, you and Leon had been married for fourteen years now, with your fifteenth anniversary only a few months away.
You smiled to yourself as memories drifted through your mind.
Unbeknownst to you, while lost in your thoughts, a creature stalked you from the shadows.
"Hmm... a fine specimen," a dark voice purred, licking its lips, its tail wagging aggressively
“a dangerous descion to wear such a bright color, my little snack..."
Their ears twitched as they watched you stroll down the trail, your crimson hooded cloak draped around your shoulders like a ribbon tied around the world's prettiest gift.
The creature crouched low, preparing to pounce.
With one powerful leap, it lunged.
Before it could even lay a paw on you, your voice rang through the forest.
"Sit."
You snapped your fingers pointing to the ground.
Without hesitation, Leon dropped to his knees, his body obeying the command before his mind could even process it.
"Just what do you think you're doing, Leon?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Saying hello to my favorite person," he replied, giving her his best attempt at a pout.
A pout that might have worked twenty years ago.
"Yeah, that doesn't work on me anymore, Leon. You're forty-nine years old. I don't even know what that converts to on your mother's side, but you know that trick stopped working a long time ago."
The response she received was a defeated whimper from a fully grown…man? Wolf man was the better word
Despite how much she hated admitting it, there was something undeniably adorable about seeing Leon like this. For a man who could easily intimidate anyone else in the forest, he became almost helpless whenever it came to her.
A soft groan escaped you as you reached up, running your fingers through his hair.
The once-threatening wolf-man immediately melted.
She scratched behind his fluffy ears as he purred into her touch.
"So, where are you off to, my succulent snack?" he asked, kissing the insides of her palms as he gazed into the gorgeous eyes he'd fallen in love with all those years ago.
"My grandmother's. She needed some herbs, and some Stella Rosa" his wife explained.
"Oh? Would you like me to come with you and escort you personally?" Leon purred.
"I think it's best you don't, seeing as the last time you were at my grandmother's house, you ate her... and I don't know what her reaction would be to finding out that I'm married to the exact person whose stomach she was digested in," his wife said with a snicker.
"Fine... I'll wait at home," he sighed before holding his paws to his chest and dramatically covering his eyes. "Alone... with no one to cuddle."
Rolling her eyes, she gently slapped the back of his head. "You'll live."
"Just go wait at home, and I'll be back sooner than you know. And if you're good, I'll cook your favorite soup for supper," she cooed, cupping his face with both hands.
"You know I can't resist your cooking."
"I know. That's why you should be a good boy and wait for me at home. Then I'll give you all the love you want," she said before their lips met in a soft kiss.
"What did I do to deserve you, my love?" he asked, hearts practically shining in his eyes as he gazed at the woman he loved so dearly.
"Eat my grandma," she replied flatly.
She gave him one last quick peck before heading down the trail toward her grandmother's house.
"I love you!" she called, her voice growing fainter the farther she walked away.
The quiet songs of nature left you alone with your thoughts...
Thoughts about your husband.
About how the two of you came to be.
It had all begun about twenty years ago. Your mother had sent you to deliver some supplies to your grandmother for her health. Not that she couldn't do it herself—she needed to help your father with something of the utmost importance.
Easy enough.
Give your grandmother what she needed, get home before sunset... or simply stay the night with her.
It sounded simple, right?
However...
You ran into a bit of an issue.
"Where are you off to, my fair lady?"
A soft voice suddenly called out.
Standing before you was something words could scarcely comprehend.
A hybrid of a man and a wolf.
However, that was even possible.
Heat crept across your face. For being a wolf-man—or perhaps just a wolf-boy—he was quite attractive. He had a youthful face, cleft chin and a pair of fluffy ears that twitched as he watched you.
"Why do you wish to know?" you asked, your eyes narrowing.
"Is it a crime to ask such a delectable woman why she might be traveling alone?" he replied with a pout, though you could tell it was only an act.
You studied the strange wolf-man. A fluffy, dirty-blond tail swayed happily behind him as he looked up at you.
"Are you enjoying the view, my lady?" he teased, his cheeks turning rosy.
"Sorry... I'm just confused. Please tell me you're not some cult mage. We have a lot of those back west," you said, gesturing toward the second pair of ears atop his head and the tail behind him.
He followed your gaze.
Never in your life had you seen someone—or something—like this.
Your heart pounded against your chest.
When you were a child, your uncle had filled your head with stories about the forest and the monsters lurking within it—wisps, wendigos, demons, and even hostile petunias. Your cousins had always seemed much more frightened than you, but the tales still left you wary of whatever called the woods home. Rumors of cults were common, especially around the churches.
All of those things were frightening.
But there was one thing even scarier than the monsters lurking in the night...
Your grandmother.
As a child, your grandmother had been scarier than death itself.
If there was one thing your grandmother hated—aside from mutts and dust—it was disobedience.
And being late.
You'd learned from a young age that your grandmother was not someone to take lightly. Even now, as an adult, you were still terrified of getting on her bad side.
Deciding to trust your instincts, you figured a conversation with this strange wolf-boy wasn't worth risking your grandmother's wrath.
"Hey, you didn't answer my question," the wolf-boy called after you, his voice sounding more genuine this time as he jogged to catch up, matching your pace.
"Leave me alone," you replied, keeping your attention fixed on the trail and ignoring the odd science experiment walking beside you.
"Look, I'm sorry. That was a bad way to introduce myself," he said, stepping in front of you.
"I'm Leon," he said with a bright, cheerful smile. "Leon Kennedy."
He held out his hand.
You glanced at it—or rather, his human hand... and paw? Then you looked back up at him.
Leon gently wiggled his outstretched hand, silently encouraging you to return the gesture and tell him your name.
You had to admit...
He had a cute smile.
The kind that made your heart soften.
Still, this felt like a trap. Giving him your name. Shaking his hand. Trusting a complete stranger in the middle of the woods.
Against your better judgment, you slipped your hand into his.
His tail immediately began wagging.
For a wolf-boy...
He had incredibly soft hands.
Leon repeated your name several times, each pronunciation somehow sounding more amused than the last until he let out a quiet chuckle.
"So I'll ask again..." Leon said with a grin. "Where are you off to?"
You stopped walking, hoping he'd continue down the trail so you could quietly slip away. Instead, your attention drifted to a patch of flowers growing nearby. Maybe your grandmother would like those, before you could reach them, a large paw wrapped firmly around your wrist.
"Don't touch those," Leon barked, his voice suddenly sharp.
"They're poisonous petunias."
Adrenaline surged through your body.
Not only had you nearly become a snack for the flowers that looked ready to bite your hand clean off...
But the enormous paw wrapped around your forearm and wrist reminded you just how easily this strange wolf-boy could overpower you if he wanted to.
"Look, I'm just going to see my grandmother," you said, gently pulling your hand free from his paw.
"Woah, jeez. Sorry. I was just trying to help," Leon said.
"Just leave me alone," you snapped.
The words came out harsher than you intended, but Leon only watched you for a moment before slowly turning away. He walked ahead until the trees swallowed him, and soon he disappeared from sight.
Eventually, you reached your grandmother's humble home.
It had grown much larger since your childhood. Your grandfather had added a second floor before he passed, expanding the little house you remembered so fondly.
Grandmother's yard, however, remained exactly the same.
It was always perfectly kept, filled with flowers you and your cousins had planted as children. Old toys that had been forgotten over the years were hidden beneath her enormous abundance of vegetation, swallowed by the life growing around them.
You often wondered if your grandmother would ever allow someone to help trim it all back.
You still remembered losing a stuffed animal somewhere in that garden years ago. Even now, you doubted it would ever be found.
Soon enough, you reached the front door.
Because you were the only grandchild who visited her regularly, your grandmother had given you a spare key to her home. As you and your cousins grew older, everyone else had slowly distanced themselves after...
The incident.
You pushed the key into the lock and opened the dark oak door.
Immediately, you were greeted by a strange scent.
A metallic, coppery smell mixed with the familiar freshness of peppermint.
"I'm here, Gigi," you called into the house.
No response.
"...Gigi?"
You stepped further inside.
"Grandma?"
Still nothing.
Then, a voice finally answered.
"In here, my dear."
You froze.
Because that voice...
It didn't sound like your Gigi.
Walking into your Gigi's room, you were met with...
Something horrific.
"Who the hell are you?!" you exclaimed, staring at the... thing sitting in your grandmother's bed.
"It's me, your grandma, Gigi," the creature said. Now even an idiot wouldn't fall for that.
Your grandmother looked like she'd seen better days.
"Menopause really hasn't been kind to you, Grandma. You look like shit. What happened?"
Normally, if you had spoke out the side of your neck to your grandmother, she would've slapped the piss outta you. And God help you if you dared say something like that while she was sick.
But you knew for a fact...
This wasn't your grandmother.
Especially considering the fact that her old constellation muumuu somehow fit perfectly around this creature's body.
"I-I brought you your medication," you stammered, carefully making your way toward the thing claiming to be your grandmother.
Could this be the wendigo your uncle always warned you about?
Then again...
Wendigos were supposed to look worse than this.
According to your uncle, they smelled awful, had little to no flesh left on their bodies, and carried themselves with twisted, unnatural postures.
But this thing?
It had fur.
"Thank you, my sweet," the creature said, reaching for the medicine. A deep grunt followed by a small whimper escaped its throat.
You narrowed your eyes.
For some reason, your grandmother suddenly had a very deep voice.
"Leon... is that you?"
You stared blankly.
The creature froze.
"No, no, no, I—"
Before "Grandma Gigi" could finish, you interrupted.
"I know it's you."
Silence.
"How?"
"Because you look like a wolf, damn it."
You crossed your arms.
"I know what my grandmother looks like. She's a human woman." you said aggressively "Okay... fine. It's me," he admitted quietly. "I'm sorry."
His ears lowered, guilt written all over his face.
"What the hell did you do to my grandmother, Leon?"
"I-I..."
He stuttered, struggling to find the words.
Then his expression crumbled.
Large, salty tears rolled down his cheeks as his body shook.
"I ate her."
Silence.
"You..."
Your voice was quiet.
"You..."
Your eyes widened.
"DID."
A pause.
"WHAT?"
"I was walking by and I cut my paw," he explained, his voice trembling. "I came here asking for help, but she started attacking me, and... and I panicked acted in self-defense. I was so scared of what I had done and before I had a chance to leave you showed up"
His words broke as he started shaking again.
A part of you wanted to be angry.
A part of you wanted to reach for the dagger strapped to your thigh—the very dagger your grandmother had gifted you, ironically enough.
But you couldn't fully blame him.
Your grandmother had always held a deep dislike for dogs.
Especially wolves.
You remembered one summer when one of your uncles' many wives brought a dog to visit. The animal attacked your grandfather, and without hesitation, your grandmother shot it.
The aftermath caused a massive family fallout.
You never wanted to choose a side.
Not that you could.
Your uncle's wife despised Gigi, and Gigi felt the exact same way toward her—especially after discovering that your uncle's wife had cheated on him multiple times, yet he still remained with her.
The tension only grew worse after the dog bite caused an infection in your grandfather's leg. His health slowly declined, and by the end of that summer...
He passed away.
Now, you were the only one who still spoke to Gigi.
You were the only family she had left.
And, in her own way, you were all she needed.
Though every now and then, she would admit how much she missed the sound of little footsteps running through her home. She missed you and your cousins asking for more cookies, filling her house with laughter.
You were pulled from your memories by a sudden sound.
The front door.
It had been kicked open.
Suddenly, a man appeared in the doorway.
He wore an awful-looking red flannel button-up and carried an axe over his shoulder.
"Oh, what the hell?" you exclaimed. "Who are you?"
"I'm here to save you," he said confidently.
Before you could even respond, he charged toward Leon.
"Die, you freak of nature!"
Fear overtook Leon.
He immediately backed away, cowering near your grandmother's vanity.
"What?! No! He was just defending himself!" you shouted, throwing yourself in front of the man.
"Move, woman."
With one harsh shove, he pushed you aside and advanced toward Leon.
Before you could stop him, the axe came down.
A sharp, agonized howl tore through the room as Leon cried out.
Your heart dropped.
Without thinking, you reached for your grandmother's defense stash.
A cyanide-tipped dart.
Normally, you would've questioned why your grandmother owned something like that but also it didnt surprise you, your grandmother had a shot gun so a cyanide dart was the least of your concern.
But right now?
You didn't have time.
You threw the dart toward Leon.
Your grandmother was suddenly expelled from Leon's stomach, appearing pale and shaken as she stumbled onto the floor.
You froze.
A thousand questions raced through your mind.
Mostly...
How the hell had Leon managed to eat her in the first place?
Before you could process it, Leon lunged forward and managed to overpower the man, knocking him unconscious, and stabbing him with the dart.
But the effort drained what little strength he had left.
He collapsed.
"LEON!"
You scrambled back to your feet and rushed to his side.
Moving as quickly as you could, you searched through your grandmother's drawers until you found her medical kit.
Then, without hesitation, you began doing your best to patch him up.
Your grandmother had finally returned to reality.
And she watched in complete disbelief as you stitched the wounds of the very creature she believed was a monster.
"By the gods' name... what are you doing?!" she demanded.
"Stop, child! Kill that beast before he hurts you!" Gigi shouted, her voice filled with fear and anger.
"Kill him?" you repeated, staring at her in disbelief.
"Gigi, he was acting in self-defense."
"Self-defense?" she scoffed. "That creature attacked me!"
"No, you attacked him first."
The room went silent.
Your grandmother's expression hardened.
"You would defend a creature like that?"
You glanced over at Leon, who lay injured on the floor. The same wolf-man who had annoyed you only hours ago. The same strange creature who had followed you through the woods, teased you, and warned you about the poisonous flowers.
The same creature who had just been hurt trying to protect himself.
"He's not a creature," you said quietly.
Gigi looked at you.
"Then what is he?"
You hesitated.
You didn't know.
You didn't know what he was, or how someone like him could exist.
But you knew what he wasn't.
"He isn't a monster."
Your grandmother scoffed.
"Look at him. He has the body of a beast."
"And you have the heart of a person," you replied. "But that doesn't mean everyone else with a different appearance is evil."
Gigi's expression shifted slightly.
"You don't understand, child. Things like that don't belong near people."
"Things like that?" you repeated.
Your eyes moved back to Leon.
"He has a name."
Silence.
"Leon."
The name felt strange on your tongue.
But not wrong.
"He told me his name."
Your grandmother stared at you.
"You spoke with it?"
"Yes."
"And you weren't afraid?"
You thought back to the forest.
To his silly smile.
His wagging tail when you shook his hand.
The way he warned you about the flowers before you got hurt.
"...At first."
You looked down.
"But he hasn't given me a reason to hate him."
Gigi remained silent.
For the first time, she looked at Leon not as a monster...
But as someone who was hurt.
"He still ate me," she muttered.
You paused.
"...Yes. That is something we are definitely going to discuss."
"Who the hell is that?" Gigi asked blankly, staring at the man unconscious on the floor.
"I have no idea," you replied. "Some random man who actually broke into your house... and he helped me."
Your grandmother stared at you, clearly unsure how to process that answer.
Before either of you could say anything else, Leon stirred.
Somehow, against all odds, he slowly regained consciousness.
Your grandmother immediately backed away several steps, fear flashing across her face.
It was something you never thought you'd see.
Your grandmother—the woman who had frightened monsters into hiding, the woman who feared nothing—was afraid of him.
"Leon..." you whispered.
His eyes slowly opened.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Then you looked toward your grandmother.
The conflict between you was obvious.
"You're hurt," you said quietly. "You need to leave."
You pulled off your red cloak and carefully wrapped it around his injured stomach, trying your best to cover the wound.
Leon looked at you.
He understood.
He understood the choice you were making.
The fear. The uncertainty. The impossible situation you had been placed in.
But he didn't argue.
Slowly, you helped him to his feet as he limped toward the door.
Before leaving, he glanced back at you one last time.
Then, without a word, Leon disappeared into the forest.
All that remained was a faint trail of blood leading between the trees.
And that was something you would never forget.
You snapped out of your lifelong flashback as you reached your grandmother's front door.
Twenty years ago, Leon had stumbled out of this very house, injured and barely able to walk. Even now, the scratch marks he left behind remained carved into the wooden door.
A small reminder of the day that changed everything.
You announced your arrival before unlocking the door.
"Grandma Gigi, I'm here."
You always made sure to announce yourself. As your grandmother grew older, her hearing had become a little worse, and her heart had grown more sensitive. She startled much easier than she used to.
"Hello, dear," she called.
You stepped inside to find her sitting on her multi-patterned sofa, holding a memory book filled with pictures of your family, her hand draped across your grandfathers empty arm chair next to hers. It hurt you a tad to know your grandma has been alone in this house for thirty seven years with no one to keep her company aside from your occasional visits, no excited cries of children, no late dances with her husband, and no family get togethers, but you knew she cherished each moment.
"Hi, Grandma," you greeted warmly, leaning down to kiss her cheek.
"I brought you some purple coneflowers."
You carefully poured water into her favorite stained-glass vase—the one you had made for her ninetieth birthday and placed the flowers inside.
"What a lovely hood you have, my dear," Gigi commented.
Over time, your grandmother had changed.
She had become gentler.
Less tense.
The woman who once seemed impossible to approach had slowly become a sweet old lady who enjoyed doing puzzles with you, sharing memories, and spending quiet afternoons together.
"Thank you, Gigi," you replied softly. "I needed a new one after the last incident..."
The encounter with Leon had left her with lingering fear.
A wound that took years to heal. "Dear, when might you find a partner?" Gigi asked sincerely.
The question caught you off guard.
You had never told her that you and Leon were married.
But...
Would it really hurt to tell her now?
When would there ever be a better moment?
Your Gigi's time was slowly running out.
"I actually am already married, Gigi," you admitted, gently rubbing her shaky hands.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"You are?!"
A smile slowly spread across her face before she lowered her voice.
"When will I get to meet the nice gentleman?"
Gentleman.
The word made you giggle internally.
Granted, Leon could be a gentleman.
Sometimes.
Most of the time, he was simply a decent person with a good heart. He was especially gentlemanly after your... more intimate moments together.
But before that?
He was much more beast than man.
"I don't know, Gigi," you replied softly.
"Have you two had any children yet?" she asked.
Children?
The thought caused your mind to drift.
In your imagination, you could almost see it.
Little pups with your eyes and Leon's ears.
Leon had asked you about children every now and then. He loved you more than anything, and more than that, he loved the idea of having a family with you that came second to his undying love in his heart for you.
The memory reminded you of a conversation the two of you shared after dinner.
"If we have children, my dear, how many pups would you want?" Leon had asked.
He rested against you as you gently ran your fingers through his ears.
You never gave him an answer, but that didn't stop him from continuing.
"Maybe twins. Could you imagine if we had triplets? Cute little pups running around..."
He smiled to himself, placing a hand against your stomach as if he could already picture them.
"Little ones with your eyes...your cute little nose"
His voice softened.
"...and maybe my ears." his tail wagged at the idea, that was ten years ago since then Leon worried about other things
You spent the rest of your short little visit helping Gigi around the house. Or just sitting with her
Before you knew it, the afternoon had faded into evening. You glanced down at your pocket watch.
"Well, I should get going, Grandma. I hate to be a bother with... whatever it is you have planned."
"Aww, that's too bad," she said softly. "You'd never be a burden to me, sweetheart. But I understand you have your own things to do."
She gave you a warm, curled smile.
"Visit more often. You're always welcomed I love having you over."
"Of course, Gigi."
You leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"Wait, dear. Before you go, I made you something."
Slowly, she made her way over to the cupboard and pulled something out before handing you a corn husk bin.
"What is it?" you asked opening the bin.
"My curry," she replied. "Give it to your husband. If he's truly the one, he'll like it."
She gave you a playful wink.
Of course.
That made perfect sense.
Gigi's cooking was one of your fondest memories from childhood. She had always been an incredible cook, which was why you understood why Grandpa married her. That woman could make anything.
And by the gods, for someone who only cooked over a fireplace (as did any normal person in the country), she made the best curry and steak you had ever tasted.
It was another reason you loved staying at your grandparents home during the holidays. She’d make food that could rival the gods with flavors and spices that trescnded beyond the stars she’d be cooking in their kitchen while your cousins listen to your grandpa tell stories
She was the one who taught you how to make curry.
But yours never quite compared to hers.
So it only felt right that Leon got to experience the dish straight from the creator herself.
"I'm sure he will, Gigi," you said with a smile.
You closed the door behind you and locked it.
If you walked quickly, you could make it home before Leon finished his...
Whatever it was he did while you were away.
You never really asked about his hobbies.
Sometimes, when you did, you were met with a story about how he had nearly been shot.
Sometimes, those "nearlies" were lies.
Sometimes, they were actually true, and you would end up panicking while tending to his wounds.
Now that you thought about it, Leon should've been home. After all, that's exactly what he said he'd be doing before you left.
Sure enough, by the time you made it back, the sun had begun to dip below the horizon. After gathering everything you needed from the village marketplace, dodging those irritating villagers who always seemed to have something nasty to say about your husband, and securing all the ingredients for dinner, you finally stepped through the front door.
"Leon, I'm back!" you called into the quiet cabin.
The silence lasted only a moment.
Soon, the sound of excited footsteps thundered from the floor above.
Before you knew it, you were swept off your feet.
"Baby, you're back!" Leon beamed, lifting you into the air and twirling you around the room.
On paper, it was incredibly sweet.
In reality...
Leon had the strength of fifteen grown men.
Being squeezed by him wasn't always the most pleasant experience.
You could feel the love.
You could also feel the air being forced out of your lungs.
"Too tight, Leon," you wheezed.
His ears immediately drooped.
"Sorry, honey."
He gently set you back on your feet before flashing you an apologetic smile.
"C'mere. Let's cuddle now. I've waited so long just to hold you again. I want to hear that sweet little heart of yours beating."
It was adorable that Leon loved listening to your heartbeat.
To him, it was like your heart was singing directly to him—a quiet little reminder that you were alive, safe, and beside him.
"Not yet, honey. I've got to cook supper first."
You held up a finger between the two of you just as Leon leaned in to steal a kiss.
He froze with an exaggerated pout.
Then, almost instantly, the disappointment melted into an excited grin.
His fuzzy tail began wagging happily behind him.
You loved watching Leon's bushy tail wag.
It was a little more matted than it had been when he was twenty-one, and his once golden fur had grown slightly darker over the years. Here and there, little strands of gray had begun to appear.
You couldn't help but smile.
Even after all this time...
He was still the cutest wolf you'd ever met.
"What's that?" Leon asked, pointing toward the corn husk bin resting inside yours.
You glanced down before smiling.
"Funny enough, Leon... it's food."
His ears perked up immediately.
"It's my Gigi's curry."
"Oh, really?" he asked, his tail giving an excited wag.
"Yeah."
You hesitated.
"I... haven't told her you're my husband. but she knows that I have one"
The words came out a little more nervously than you intended.
Part of you still worried that Leon might feel guilty. After all, the first time he'd ever met your grandmother, he'd accidentally eaten her in self-defense before being gutted by a random man with an axe.
"...She made this for my 'husband,'" you continued, making little quotation marks with your fingers.
"And she said..."
You couldn't help but laugh.
"If he's truly the one, he'll like it."
"If I'm truly the one?" Leon repeated, tilting his head.
"My dear..."
He stepped closer, wrapping his arms snugly around your waist.
Those beautiful baby-blue eyes searched yours with a playful smile.
"I've been married to you for almost fifteen years."
He leaned his forehead against yours.
"What else do I have to prove to you?"
You laughed.
"I don't think she meant it like that."
"Well..." Leon hummed the deepness of his voice soothed your nerves.
"I already like your cooking, so I'm sure I'll love hers too."
"Good."
You gave his nose a gentle poke.
"Now go take a seat while I get supper ready."
"...After I change."
"Yes, ma'am," Leon replied, giving you a loving salute before reluctantly letting go.
When you returned to the dining room a short while later, Leon was exactly where you'd left him.
Patiently waiting.
He absentmindedly turned the wedding band on his finger, a small smile tugging at his lips as he admired it.
Around his waist was one of the little aprons you insisted he wear whenever he helped in the kitchen.
It looked almost comically small on someone his size.
You couldn't help but smile.
He looked adorable.
"Leon?"
You spoke softly as you stirred the stew simmering over the fire.
His ears immediately perked up.
"Yes, my love?"
You hesitated.
"Do you think..."
Your spoon slowed.
"...Do you think we're ready for kids?"
There was a faint nervousness in your voice.
The question alone was enough to send Leon's tail wagging behind him.
"I'm ready whenever you're ready."
His answer came without hesitation.
You let out a small sigh.
"I just..."
You stared down into the pot.
"I don't want to rush into such a big commitment."
You swallowed hard.
"My Gigi seems so lonely. All she has left is me."
Your grip on the spoon tightened.
"And I don't want her to be alone anymore...I would like her to have a great grandchild before she leaves, because well today she seemed weaker, and i think her sight is getting worse"
Your voice cracked.
"But what if I'm not ready?"
The room fell quiet.
Leon was beside you before you even realized he'd stood up.
"Hey... hey... hey."
His voice was gentle.
He carefully took the spoon from your hand and set it aside before cupping your face in his warm fuzzy palms.
"We don't have to have kids if you're not ready."
His thumbs brushed softly across your cheeks.
"I'll admit..."
A sheepish smile crossed his face.
"I think about it a lot."
His tail gave another little wag.
"I think about little pups running around the house. Ones with your smile... maybe my ears..." he chuckled quietly.
"But those are just dreams."
He rested his forehead against yours.
"I don't love the idea of having children more than I love you."
His blue eyes searched yours.
"If it's next year, ten years from now, or never..."
He smiled warmly.
"...I'll still be the happiest wolf in the forest as long as I get to come home to you."
For a moment...
The only sound in the cabin was the quiet bubbling of the stew.
Hey, it's Kyra!
I hope you enjoyed my first Leon Kennedy x Reader/You fanfiction. I blanked out a lot while writing this story. If you couldn't tell, I may have favored the Wolf Leon idea, seeing as that's the only story I gave a sneak peek of from my Leon Kennedy story ideas. I do feel as though I perhaps went a bit out of character for him, but I tried something.
This story took me way longer than I expected. I started writing at 2 PM my time and didn't finish until 11 PM.
I also want to emphasize that the MC's relationship with Gigi resembles the relationship I had with my grandfather. My grandpa passed away later in May of this year. Growing up, we weren't the closest, and I wasn't always the nicest to him when I was a kid. As I got older, though, I really tried to build a better relationship with him. I talked to him more, texted him more, and wanted to learn about his culture, his history, and especially his cooking.
That's why I based Gigi on my grandpa. He was an amazing cook, and his curry was something truly special. A few months before he passed, I asked him how he made it since it was a family recipe that was only meant to be shared within our family. I wanted to learn how to make it myself. He told me he'd get back to me because he had something to do first, but unfortunately, he never got the chance.
Moments like these make me wish I had talked to him even more. I wish I'd had more time with him, and I wish he could have seen me go to college.
Thank you for reading, and let me know if you'd like me to write more fanfics like this.
receiving a letter from your mother who was supposed to be long dead was enough to drive you into an abandoned estate in the arklay mountains. getting trapped there with a horde of infected was the consequence of it, let alone be marked as missing. so who would your father send to look after you?
FAWK ur fics are so yummy 🤤 off topic but whats ur favorite era of leon?? lowk whenever im reading leon fics where it isnt specified i always imagine re6, vendetta, di or re9 somethinf about old man leon gives me the sexy runs 🙏🏽
ahh i cant rlly decide between re9 leon or damnation leon cause holy fuck they are both so sexy. maybe re9 leon wins a bit more cause im just head over heels for him with that all black fit and his navy half zip up 😛🤞 might just kiss whoever came up with it
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receiving a letter from your mother who was supposed to be long dead was enough to drive you into an abandoned estate in the arklay mountains. getting trapped there with a horde of infected was the consequence of it, let alone be marked as missing. so who would your father send to look after you?
man i wish i could read sinful by tanyasapple for the first time again so bad. that fic rlly got me out of my writers block.im glad there's the second series still going at least 💔
