#cherryredstarz

And he’s beautiful in the simplest way—entirely relaxed, body worn with scars and calloused skin, sprawled across the mattress. His dirty blonde hair is brushed messily across his forehead, the normally prominent furrow in his brow now now smooth. His frown lines are relaxed, and the corners of his lips are slightly upturned in a peaceful expression.

And Leon’s arms were firmly wrapped around your waist, biceps tense and firm, holding you close like a prized childhood toy. Even in sleep he couldn’t bear to let go of what is so near and dear to him. After all that he’s been through, it’s always been you. Racoon City, Spain, multiple messes at the white house, China and Racoon City for a second time, it has always been you.

It’s why he does it. There are many he’s lost, but he could proudly say, and now rest, because he certainly saved one.

He’s older now; about 51, but he’s gotten most of his shit together. Cozy house for the two of you to live in, a German shepherd puppy, each room filled with personal knickknacks that make you both feel more at home.

Whiskey dick has mostly gone away now that Leon’s sobered up, and despite his older age, he’s down bad for his girl.

Cuddler. He sleeps on the side of the bed closer to the door (to keep you save, he insists), and the older, soft and muscly man would snuggle you to death if he could.

He’s taken up wood carving. Carving little figures of Jill, Chris, Claire—just people he knows—and most often you. He’d give them away as holiday gifts, all to delight the recipient.

Loves it when you wear his clothes. Especially his long sleeves and hoodies—they just reek of him—a comfortable, warm scent that’s just undeniably him.

Always says ‘I love you’ regardless of where he or you are going. The grocery store? “I love you”. Running errands? “I love you”. Even just stepping out of the room for a moment? Several goodbye kisses and a soft ‘I love you’ as you walk out the door.

Leon takes you on long car rides in the middle of the night in his Porsche, soft, affectionate conversations under the cover of darkness while driving down forgotten backroads.

Still does the occasional backflip—it’s a miracle his creaky joints haven’t been harmed.

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Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader smut

A/N: RE4R Leon misses you bad after his mission :(

Cw: somnophillia, sleepy sex, fem reader, RE4R Leon S. Kennedy, Mayhaps a little ooc but idc

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You wake up to the feeling of dick massaging your walls, making you bite back a soft moan. It’s 4:30 in the morning, and you turn your head over to find Leon’s tired face buried into your back, his meaty arms wrapped around your waist—he was home, and deep inside your cunt, slick and spent cum dripping down his thighs.

“…baby?” You mumble, holding back a whimper as his hips instinctively grind into you. Leon let out a soft mumble back, his nose brushing against your shoulder. He had just returned from his grueling mission in Spain, and after his missions, he’d become a little quieter, a little clingier towards you, after all the shit he’s had to see and do.

“..need you..” he sleepily murmured, his hips rolling into your ass, making your cunt clench.

Your boyfriend had full permission to do this when returning from missions—they always put into perspective how much he loved and needed you.

You moan softly into your pillow, his hands fondling with the soft of your hips as he sleepily ruts into you. It’s almost embarrassing how whiny he’s got you—but you’ve missed Leon dearly. Leon whimpers loudly as you feel his dick twitch inside of you, before pumping another warm load of cum inside of you.

The hot sensation filling your belly makes you come instantly, soaked pussy spasming, clinging to his cock. “Leon…” you moan softly, feeling his cum dribble between your thighs.

“M’ girl..” Leon mumbled, rolling onto his back. His softening dick fell out of you with a soft pop, and you found yourself being pulled onto Leon’s chest, your belly against his muscles. You moan when he pushes his tip back into your gushing hole. “Love you…I love you so much…” he whimpered into your neck.

“…I love you too baby..”

Thx

An: of course!

Cw: jar of sugar worth of fluff, sly reader

Older Leon Kennedy x younger fem reader

Maybe it was your baby face, but doe eyes, and the firm plush pout of you lips, but the world placed the label ‘innocent’ on you before you could talk. Fortunately, it served you well in your adult life, giving you the freedom to get away with all sorts of nonsense, under the guise of ‘but she’s so cute!’.

It also allowed for you to be a total menace to your older boyfriend Leon.

Which was how he ended up here—you sitting on his lap, testing every new lipstick he’d bought for you, on his face.

He was so fucked.

“Honey, you’re evil.” He groaned as you pressed a bubblegum pink kiss to the corner of his lips, leaving an equally bright mark on his lightly stubbled skin.

“Ya’ look so pretty.” You coo, playing with his dusty blonde hair at the nape of his neck.

If the devil had a face, it would be yours.

“I don’t know how you got me with that innocent bullshit of yours.” He muttered as you applied a maroon gloss to your pouty lips, leaving another smooch to his cheek.

“You love it.” You grin, and squeal as he presses several kisses against your cheek.

“I do, sweetheart. I do.” He sighed softly. “H-hey what are you doing?” He asks skeptically as you pull out your phone, quickly taking a picture of your handsome man’s smooched on face.

“Just appreciating you.” You reply, letting out a shriek as he scoops you up and carried you down the hall to your bed…

An: yes child I shall 😝😝also I’m sorry this took so long to write 😭 the writers block has been rough for the last few months

Cw: fluff, Leon has no credit card limit, Leon x fem reader

With as many years Leon has given to the DSO, he has a pretty hefty bank account to prove it. And what does he do with it? Well, aside from the occasional nice replacement suit, watch or car (because being the top government agent means he simply can’t have anything nice), he enjoys spending his salary on you:

His darling girl, who somehow stumbled into his lap one day and he refused to let go of any time soon (never).

And he’d always buy your product refills, your favorite snacks and groceries, all the bills (as he insisted), your clothes, shiny jewelry and trinkets, soft toys and gifts, the entire nine yards. After all, his money was your money and your money is your money.

You wanted to be a corporate baddie? Go for it. Stay at home mom or run your own little business? Leon insists on funding it. After all, years of fighting for someone to take care of, he’s found you.

Hell, when you first began dating, the man quite literally stole your own card and replaced it with his.

“Leon..?” You call out from the kitchen island, frowning as you observe your open wallet. Your drivers license? Check. 40 bucks cash? 10+ gift cards you’ve been gifted and never used? Check, and check. But instead of finding the battered debit card you’ve had since your teen years, instead you found a sleek, shiny black credit card, Leon’s name and card numbers embossed on the smooth material. “What’s this?”

And that bitch ass man came into the kitchen in nothing but his boxer shorts, as if having all his muscle out would buffer any complaint from you. “Yes?”

He came over and looked at the card you were pointing at, and lightly scratched at the stubble on his jaw. “What about it?”

“Why is this here? And where is my card?”

A slight flush blossomed on the rough skin of his face. “I…”

After knowing him for 2 years, this is the first time you’ve seen the proud Leon S. Kennedy at a loss for words.

“I want to take care of you.” He says it almost hesitantly, as if you’ll take his desire for care as an insult to dignity.

“Baby, I have my own money.” You say softly. “I’m a big girl, and can handle my bills.”

“I want to. I’ve had all this money just sitting in an account for years, and I finically have a reason to spend it.”

He says it so earnestly too, as if you saying no would break his poor heart. After a moment (you really can’t stand saying no to those needy blue eyes for long), you concede, nodding and letting out a sigh. “Fine. But only for emergencies.”

After months turned into years, the ‘emergency card’ became the card. Leon loved it—the sight of you metaphorically dressed in his money filled him with a roaring pride, one that screamed he could protect someone. That all of his suffering, fighting and sacrifice hadn’t been for nothing.

It drives you crazy, watching Caleb undress, his thick cock standing at attention, practically slapping against his abdomen, already weeping for you.

Snuggly Caleb, who insists on sleeping closer to the door, incase someone were to try and brake into your Skyhaven apartment.

Caleb, who mostly makes sure you go to sleep at a reasonable hour, and will hold you and stroke your scalp gently until you fall asleep.

Requests are open!!

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He has a beautiful singing voice. Imagine, you have a little one with him, and every night before bed, he holds his baby to his chest, singing soft lullabies to your child.

Will not leave the house without giving you a kiss goodbye. I don’t make the rules 🤷‍♀️

He doesn’t really have a strong sense of taste (based on the literal raw snakes and fish he can eat in RE4), maybe with the exception of a few comfort foods.

He has a very dim night light in his bedroom. Leon’s not scared of the dark, per se, but what he can’t see. After the events of RE2 and 4, he isn’t taking any chances.

Knows how to salsa—he’s a real zesty dancer and will sometimes bust out his moves. On that note, he enjoys listening to old, jazzy radio songs and slow dancing with you in the kitchen late at night. It gives him an excuse to hold you a little closer, a little longer.

The first time you had sex, poor baby got so excited he broke the bed frame. He was pent up! X😭