After the D.S.O intercept a message from an unkown new organization, they conclude that Luis Sera's life may be in danger, to protect him they assigned Leon as his bodyguard.
Nipple predicament (smut, obviously)
After overworking herself to the point of being injure, Sylus force MC to take a vacation with him while she heals, little does he knows that his precious kitten has some plan for him and.. His nipple ?
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Thinking about being grace in RE9 but when Gideon tries to draw my blood this motherfucker struggle to do it bc my veines are weak so he either got no blood at all or my veines just break. He's trying for an hour now, and when he finally find a viable one well, it only work for an hour before breaking again...
Warnings: fluff, married!Leon, whiny Leon, needy Leon, established relationship, tiddies <3
Summary: Leon Kennedy has seen it all: broken bones, las Plagas, gunshot wounds ... but nothing, nothing is worse than the common cold.
a/n: I had a cold recently and I wondered who would be whinier, me or Leon? So I wrote this. I feel like this could be any version of Leon, but I had RE9 Leon in mind because it's the funniest. Special shoutout to @regionaldoubloon <3
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word count: 900
The chicken noodle soup was bubbling on the stove and the house was quiet. Too quiet.
Another cough from the bedroom, followed by a pained groan.
Ah, yes. Poor Leon was suffering unimaginable torture.
You rolled your eyes, put the lid on the pot and reduced the heat down to a simmer.
"Baby?" His voice was pathetically thin as he called for you from your bedroom. "Baby, can you come here?"
"In a minute, honey," you yelled back, grabbing a bottle of Tylenol and the other remedies you had gathered to nurse your husband back to health. The same husband that had lived through cracked ribs, several other broken bones and unfathomable horrors multiple times, but for some reason the common cold was what made him want to write his testament.
"Nurse is here," you announced yourself as you walked into the room. The curtains were drawn and Leon was sprawled out on the bed, arm theatrically draped over his eyes. "Do you need me to call the priest?"
"Not yet," he croaked, breaking into a coughing fit.
You sat down on the edge of the bed. "Oh my poor baby," you crooned, gently brushing a sweaty strand of hair out of his face. Leon closed his eyes and leaned into your touch like a stray kitten. “How are you feeling?”
“Terrible,” he whined, sniffling. “I’m all congested, I have a headache, I can’t sleep because I’m coughing so much…”
“I made you chicken noodle soup,” you said.
“Thank you,” he whispered, reaching for you but you leaned back.
“Leon, no. I can’t get sick, too. One of us has to keep this house running,” you said, firmly brushing his hands off your body. He whined again.
“So you’re really going to let me die without a kiss, huh? Wow.”
You chuckled. “You know, for being a tough government agent, you’re being a little bit dramatic right now.”
He groaned, a cough racking through his body again. “That’s just not true,” he insisted, his hands wandering again, slipping under your shirt.
“Leon,” you warned him, opening the bottle of Tylenol. “Here, take these.”
He obliged and you pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Good boy.”
He chuckled and his hands immediately found your breasts, softly squeezing them. “You know, I think it’s actually very beneficial for my recovery to receive a kiss at least every five minutes. And body heat is also very important.”
You tried to lean away from him to prepare what you actually came here for, but no matter how whiny, he was a trained agent with great reflexes after all. Before you could react, he pulled up your shirt and slipped his head under it, burying his face in your chest.
“I thought you had a hard time breathing?” you asked, gently rubbing his shoulders.
“It’s already getting better,” he murmured, his voice muffled by your boobs. You sighed and he pulled your bra down, gently slipping one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it.
“Oh my god, you’re just like your son.” You let out a defeated breath. “Only that your son is barely two years old.”
Leon let out a content sigh, as he kept sucking and kneaded your other breast with his free hand. “It’s actually also medically proven that sucking on boobies can help recover from any kind of illness.”
“Leon, stop. That’s for babies. You’re a grown man.”
“So?” he murmured, demonstratively coughing again, looking at you with puppy eyes. He knew full well those were your weakness. Jesus Christ, that man was impossible.
You pushed him off you.
“Here, open wide big boy,” you said, offering him a spoon with an entire clove of garlic covered in honey on it.
“Why do you always have to come in with your witchy shit? Why can’t we just be normal, take a Tylenol and call it a day?” He eyed the spoon in front of him and hissed like a cat.
“Oh?” your eyebrows shot up. “Look who’s already feeling better and obviously doesn’t need any tiddy time. Well in that case…” You faked getting up from the edge of the bed and Leon’s hand shot forward, snatching the spoon from you and pushing it into his mouth.
He grimaced as he chewed. “Happy now?”
“Not quite.” You handed him a glass full of cloudy yellow liquid. “Turmeric ginger shot. It’s good for you.”
He looked at you like you were about to betray him, then knocked back the drink in one go. He shuddered, sticking out his tongue.
“Oh come on,” you mocked him. “Leon shooting-whiskey-like-it’s-nothing Kennedy can’t handle a ginger shot? Are you sure you’re my husband?”
“Don’t ever question that, I love you,” he said, pressing his face back against your chest. “Thank you for taking care of me. You’re my favourite nurse.”
“And you’re my least favourite patient,” you said, not getting very far because Leon pulled you into bed with him.
“Leon,” you yelped, as he moved down, pushed your shirt up and cuddled up to your chest.
“I’m already feeling much better, you know.”
You huffed. “I have to get up to take the chicken soup off the heat.”
Leon shook his head, nuzzling your tits. “No, you don’t.”
Leon, the big strong D.S.O agent, the one that survived countless danger, infected, villain. The one that saved the president daughter, the one who do unnecessary backflip, who still have trauma respond.
Re9 leon who despite his exp and age find himself paralised and crying uncontrollably in the safety of his home because his mind decided to stuck itself back in septembre 30th 1998.
Leon of any age after the event that still experience some kind of dissociation where his mind is convinced that he his 21 and trying to survive indescribable horrors, resulting in loosing control of his body and emotion. Crying, paralised, trembling, trying to bring the pieces of his mind together. To understand why he feels like his 21 self back in the police building of Racoon city when he knows his not.
He got better with time, those episode spacing more and more, but still present anyway, proof that he never trully got over this trauma.
Leon that blames himself for being weak when this is just a normal reaction of his brain.
Leon who never had the time to process that night because of the governement balck mailing him direct after, having to keep being in surviving mode to survive the military training.
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Hey if you See This can you reblog this or comment on this with a character you headcanon as aromantic, asexual, or both. It can be canon it can be founded on absolutely nothing I just need more aroace stuff on here #yay
Gojo Satoru. No true reason, I just headcanon him not really being sexual, i guess yes to being romantic, but I think he wont engage in anything sexual except if his lover ask him too, but he can just live fine without sex and dont need it to be with someone
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Despite Sylus giving you the antidote to the feline virus, you're stuck in an hybrid form, and sylus loves it.
Not proofread, english isnt my first language
Words count : 239
When Sylus gave you the antidote for the cat virus, he didn't thought that it will takr time for you to fully come back to you human form. Not that he's complaining, he had fun with the cat version of you, and he absolutly love the cat hybrid version of you. He get to have you, to talk to you again, but too still have your wonderful cat ears and fluffy tail.
He loves seeing you making breakfast in the kitchen, your tail wagginf left to right to the rythm of your humming. He loves the way he can tell what emotions you're feeling depending on how your tail is wagging and the position of your ears.
But what he adore the most, is the way you wrap your tail around him whenever you can. Sitting on his lap ? Your tail is around his legs. Standing beside him wanting his attention ? Also wrapping around his leg. Cuddling ? Wrap around his arm. When you two feel particularly close to each other ? Fully wrap around his body to encage him closer to you. He feel like he cant go, caged between your body and the softest fur he ever felt, and he loves it. He loves the feeling of being yours.
And god knows how sad he was when the antidote fully kicked in and you lost those feline features. But his love for you was never as strong as now.