The only thing that Leon snacks on.. other than you.
With a bit of confusion you turned your head to face the doorway leading to the kitchen after hearing Leon call out your name. Setting the book you were currently reading on the couch, you turned your attention fully to where he was, spotting his tall figure. "Yeah? What happened?" A soft concerned hum left your lips, and without an answer you asked once more, "Leon? Are you okay?"
You heard the continuous clattering of items in the kitchen, furrowing your brows you decided to get up from the comfortable position you were in, legs tucked in, keeping yourself cozy underneath the blanket. Throwing the blanket aside you stood up, making your way towards the kitchen.
Peaking through the wooden doorframe, you watched as Leon opened cabinets full of food and snacks, leaving the cabinets ajar before he turned seeing you peak. "What happened Leon? Did you lose something?" you asked, chewing the inside of your cheek as you walked closer to him.
"The Oreos I bought.. they're gone.." Leon stared at you with the straightest face he'd ever gave, while you stood there absolutely stunned. Just as you were about to burst out in laughter until you realized how you were the suspect of the missing Oreos of Leon Scott Kennedy.
Leon was gone for about a week in a mission in another country, and just before that mission you both went grocery shopping and the only thing he probably bought with contentment would be the box of Oreos with 9 packs and when he was gone, you grabbed maybe a few packs as midnight snacks, binging your favorite TV showsβwithout even noticing how you already finished the whole box within the week. It was on your to-do list to get another box before Leon came back but it just got buried along with your other piled reminders.
Now there you were, standing in front of Leon guilty as charge. Other than the meals you cook for him, he would never snack on chips or candies, it was always just the crunchy chocolate cookies with the white filing this 49 year old man obsessed over.
"Okay uh.. Leon.." you muttered with a guilty expression on your face, standing in front of him with the best posture you could, pursing your lips in attempt to think of a good reasoning.
He suddenly crossed his arms over his chest, staring at you while raising his brows as if he was interrogating one of the bad guys in his line of work.
"I ate the whole pack when you left because it was my only snack! I said I was only going to have one but then I just.. It was delicious.. I'm sorry.." you confessed with a small pout, looking in to his eyes with the puppy-eyed gaze.
Leon's stern look faltered his lips curled into a small grin, letting your puppy-eyes get to him. "We're going to the grocery."
"It's twenty minutes away Leon!"
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the fight never ends / i can't face the dark without you
β«βｑβͺβΛ breaking benjamin - without you
(gn reader / comfort / 1.1k words) moments shared with leon after he has a nightmare
LEON KENNEDY PRESSES HIS HAND AGAINST THE WARMTH OF A CERAMIC MUG JUST TO FEEL IT BURN. steam billows into his face when he leans over the top. truthfully, tea had never been his thing. he drank cheap diner coffee when chris forced him out to chat and cleared any tiredness of the night in the morning by splashing cold water on his face.Β
but cold water doesnβt feel right tonight. not when the bathroom of your apartment is connected to your bedroom where your sleeping body still lies, peacefully dreaming. the pipes are old, leon reasons. their creaking would wake you. or the rattle of the door hinges he still hadnβt fixed. or the ache of the floorboards protesting against his weight.Β
and he really doesnβt want to feel any colder tonight.Β
leon lets his eyes flutter shut, content to feel the warmth for a little while longer. the nerves in his hands must be shot, he thinks. or maybe itβs something in his head. this wasnβt a new behavior, but it was something he had done his best to ignore. he had wasted a few years stuffing it down with alcohol. more recently, it had been boxing.Β
leon sighs. itβs almost soothing in a way. like the feeling of first dipping into a warm bath after a long day.Β
he leans his weight against the countertop until his hips press into the rounded edges of the marble. thereβs an old ache in his knee that only ever returns when itβs about to rain. you had teased him about it once β he was βbetter than the news.β leon laughed. your fingers massaged the muscle until he could support his weight without complaint.Β
the mug cools as time passes. the tea no longer steams. leon raises the cup with shaky hands and takes a slow sip. itβs soothing when it hits his throat. the sweetness lingers in his mouth. he lets his eyes flutter shut for just a moment, relaxing his trembling hands once again.Β
quiet never lasts long. not around leon, anyways. he doesnβt move when the floorboards creak nearby. your footsteps are gentle, but not silent. you knew how to sneak around without being heard. this was a choice; itβs a decision to make yourself known. something in his chest warms.Β
you make your way to leonβs side, leaning against the countertop beside him. you donβt touch him. not yet. but you stay close enough that he can hear the rustle of your clothes and your own hands pressing against the countertopβs surface.Β
βcouldnβt sleep?β you ask, voice quiet.Β
leon blinks. his eyes flutter open, staring down at the mug once again. he focuses on the still water inside. he focuses on maintaining the steady rhythm of his breathing. βno,β he finally murmurs. βjustβ¦ thinking.β
you nod, though leon doesnβt see it. instead, you shuffle slightly closer, letting your knuckles brush against his own. he lets out a breath that comes out shakier than expected. still, his shoulders relax ever so slightly when he does. you donβt push further. you just wait.Β
leon wraps his right hand around the mug once again, downing the rest of the tea before it goes cold. the ceramic clatters against the countertop when he sets it down. leon cringes, sending a mental apology to your neighbors about the noise.Β
βitβs supposed to storm in the morning,β you say, almost offhandedly. βmight be able to skip your run.βΒ
leon lets an amused huff escape him. itβs easy to read between the lines. skip the run, sleep in instead. he nods, shifting to look at you. youβre tired. he can see it even in the darkness: you blink at him sleepily, half-leaning against the countertop as if youβll collapse without its support. the idea of you dragging yourself out of bed at an ungodly hour of night just to stand beside him in your kitchen makes leonβs cheeks warm. it almost flusters him.Β
he moves, gingerly taking your hand into his own. his hands are calloused and hardened from years of weapons training. still, you hold him like heβs something fragile. like someone that deserves to be protected. he offers you a reassuring squeeze and a soft smile. βyeah, maybe i will.βΒ
you shuffle closer, leaning against leonβs chest, now. he accepts you with open arms. he shifts to rest his right hand against your waist, pulling you in until youβre tucked into his hold. you let out a soft sigh. thereβs solace in his warmth. leonβs lips brush against your cheek when he leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against the skin.Β
for a few moments, the world stops. leon holds you impossibly close. his hand slips beneath the hem of your t-shirt to trace miscellaneous shapes against your bare skin. your eyes flutter shut as you lean into his hold. you feel the steady rhythm of his chest rising and falling. he lets out another deep sigh, willing the monsters in the darkness to stay hidden for just a little while longer.Β
you stay there for so long that you nearly fall back asleep against leonβs chest. rain begins to patter against your windows, interrupting the otherwise peaceful night. leon is almost grateful for the drizzle. maybe he will skip his morning run.Β
βstill thinking?β you mumble, finally breaking the quiet.Β
leon canβt help but smile softly. his hand raises from your waist to instead cup your cheek, gingerly tracing against your skin. you lean into his touch, still half-asleep. βnot anymore,β he murmurs. βcome on. letβs go back to bed.βΒ
you nod, eager to follow his lead. leonβs hand falls away from your own to instead rest against the small of your back as you retrace the steps back to your bedroom. the sheets are almost cool when he finally settles back onto his side of the bed. youβre quick to follow, tugging the blankets up to tuck them around him. leon chuckles but doesnβt protest. instead, he waits until you finally curl into his side, resting your head against his chest.Β
you drape one hand over leonβs waist until it curls naturally against his side. your ear is pressed just over his heart. leon hopes you canβt feel how quickly it beats when youβre pressed against him.Β
leon waits until your breath evens out and sleep overtakes you once again. your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. his hand snakes beneath your shirt once again, desperate to feel the warmth of your skin against his own.Β
βthank you,β he murmurs into the darkness. itβs only response is the continued patter of rain as leon finally slips back into sleep.Β
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Lazy night with your husband Leon while he let you do skincare to him
its cozy night where rarely you both get, no missions, no emergency call for his help, no bioweapons, yea no nonsense people want from your husband
that man deserve to get rest, a warm, clean, relaxing night with you
looking at him everytime he came home from missions with sore back, dusty, muddy, dirty shirt and scrape skin, always give you hurt your heart seeing him like that
fighting for a comfortable life for you, for your family that both of you build together
then came across in your mind an idea, just to take care him for this night a rare night hes here with no shit people need from him
soo you take him to bathroom runs a warm bath for him, bath him with a warm water and bubble that you buys recently when goes to shopping
"is that necessary doll?"
Leon said after you throwing a rubber ducky to the bathtub hes in, with ridiculously bouble bath and the color of the water looking like cotton candy from a bath boom
"little friends to company you bath never hurt you, soo don't be dramatic old man, and let me bath your stink unwash body"
as you start to wash his hair, while he just whine like a cat being bath time
"ouch"
well after a half an hour later, after a battle to bath this old man while he whines comes to end
you just wrap him in warm fresh towel and let Leon waddles toward the bedroom
after let him get dress in comfy pajamas you pick for him, a cute Hello Kitty pajamas
"now lay down old man i'm bout to put skincare on your pretty face"
"no"
"Leon"
he just obediently lay down on the bed after you give him a glare
as you pull all your battle equipment, all that toner, all that serums, all that moisturizer, all that face mask, all of that bout to settle on his face
"well someone are really goin to battle?"
"yes, now shutup and lemme doll you up Kennedy"
as you start to slab him with a clay mask and do your stuff to his face
still whinging but still let you do whatever you do to him
skincare after skincare, all 13 step of skincare you apply in his skin
until
"well this surprisingly good"
after you apply a lotions to his hands while hes on sheet mask with half lidded eyes bout to leave to dream world anytime soon
"thats what i thought"
"i'll take back all comments sayin that shit gonna make me looked like those models on tv"
"now you are the model on tv"
as you done applying lotions to his rough hands, tracing all the scars he gets from missions, trainning, and fighting a litteral zombies from anywhere
you just soo lost in thought, thinking how Leon surviving those fights, missions
not realizing your husband already snooring and dead asleep with crooked sheet mask hes wearing looking all cute and ridiculous at the same time
"well there he goes"
you sigh looking at Leon sleep like dead raccoon, but before you joins to sleep beside him, you put a gentle kiss on his scar on his hand then let yourself lay beside him and turn off the lamp beside your bed
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A/N: PLS FIRST TIME DOIN FLUFF FOR LEON, PLS DONT LET THIS FLOP. i literally cant write a dialog, i just cant do that in fanfic or just general writing dialog i know its shit, i just have this dialog 60% base on reality yess base my experience with my bf soo yea thanks to him too and how i still remember what i said and what he said in randoms night when i stay over his place. and i alr said to him imma write stuff about dialog and he being a supportive he is just help me and let me use our conversations. ik its shit and maybe weird using rl convo but for me its better than using AI to write me a conversations for a fanfic bc well i dont find joys to write based on AI or help from AI to write things for meπ
how some of the RE men would praise you (no, I'm not lonely! What makes you say that?!)
characters:
β°ββ€ carlos oliveira
β°ββ€ chris redfield
β°ββ€ leon s. kennedy
gender, cw, & tags:
β°ββ€ gn! reader
β°ββ€ fluff
β°ββ€ praise, love languages, nicknames/petnames
a/n: every time I give a rating at the end I feel like that one video of abby lee miller with the paper pyramid on the wall. also the love languages were so fun to do??? i might do another post expanding on it, maybe scenarios or smth :p
carlos oliveira (re3r)
Do they praise you often?
Yes. He seems like he would praise you consistently whenever the opportunity arises -- both big and small scenarios. You got a promotion? Praise. You helped an old lady cross the street? Praise. You got out of bed this morning? Didn't squash a bug? Tied your shoes? You're a viable option for the Nobel Peace Prize, at least in Carlos' eyes.
Love language?
I'm gonna go ahead and say that Carlos' love language is probably either physical touch or quality time. Words of affirmation comes close, as well.
Likely, since this is how he perceives love, acts falling under these categories are what he's going to give you when he wants to praise you. I don't think he'd stray from them unless you told him you preferred a different love language -- in which case, he'd try his best to meet your expectations (although it might take him a while to become fully conscious of what you'd like from him)
So things like: petting your head, embracing you randomly, offering to take you on dates as a reward, complimenting you, etc.
Nicknames?
Literally anything and everything. Seriously --
Names relating to one of your traits (like an achieved status), for one. For example --Supercop (lol)
He's probably got nicknames for you if you're smaller/younger than him too: pipsqueak, tater-tot, chica/o, peanut, etc.
As for more general nicknames: baby, babygirl/boy, babe, sunshine, princess/prince, gorgeous, beautiful/handsome, etc.
(he'd probably use a lot of really corny nicknames when in a joking manner, too -- some shit like sugar plum or cuddle muffin, LOL)
What are their go-to praises?
"Good girl/boy."
"You're doing great."
"I'm proud of ya'."
Are they successful at praising you?
heuheuheuheuhe yup!
Overall, I'd give him a 10/10. I feel like he'd be really good at making you feel good about yourself and he'd never let your feats go unrecognized either.
chris redfield (re: death island)
Do they praise you often?
mmmmmm. Occasionally. Like a very average amount?
Death Island's version of Chris would praise you every time you achieved something hard or did something really good (like you did good at a job interview or won an award) but other than that it's a little more occasional and random.
Love language?
My guess would be acts of service, gift giving, and/or quality time.
I don't think Chris would stray far from his ideas on what love is, either. If you wanted something different like physical touch or words of affirmation, you might have to tell him. He'd struggle with doing it in a smooth way at first, but eventually, he'd get the hang of it.
His rewards to you will usually consist of: making you food; bringing you food; gifting you flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, jewelry, etc.; watching tv with you; taking you on dates; etc.
Nicknames?
Nothing corny. I feel like a lot of nicknames he would cringe at and would be too embarrassed to say them.
Generally, things like: babe, honey, hon, pumpkin.
Not as commonly, he may use a shortened version of your name as well. Although, I still think he'd prefer like babe or hon more.
What are their go-to praises?
"Good job, (nickname)."
"You did good."
...and a lot of very like. Flat kinda ones? like "Nice" or "Cool" (LOL)
Are they successful at praising you?
For the most part.
Overall, this version of Chris gets a 7/10. Not terrible, but not amazing either. ("you did good, I'm waiting for you to be great." HFHFH)
leon s. kennedy (re2r - re4r)
Do they praise you often?
...He's, um, he's gonna try!
I feel like at the beginning of your relationship, the re2r time period, he would very frequently try, but it would be...well, not very smooth.
By the re4r time period he's just given up on words of affirmation, bro, like. it is just NOT his thing (he'd replace it with diff love language acts tho).
Love language?
*rubs hands together deviously* let's see here...
I'm gonna go ahead and say this boy likes, and thus is prone to, spoiling you with acts of service and/or gift-giving. HOWEVER...I feel like he would actually differ from the other two men on this list, and he'd be very proactive in trying to figure out what you like specifically. Leon, to me, seems like the most empathetic on this list and while he's a little awkward in nature, he's always eager to do/be the best he can.
You can expect a lot of: cleaning for you; making you breakfast and/or dinner; helping you with work/problems; bringing you food; giving you flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, etc.
Additionally, I think out of all the characters on this list, Leon would be the best at giving you gifts that you actually like, too. For example, it's not just gonna be a flowers-every-time type of deal -- if he knows you like games, he's gonna get you games. If he knows you like snacks, he's gonna get you snacks. If he knows you like clothes, he's gonna get you clothes. So on and so on.
(side note: I feel like he'd actually secretly enjoy picking out clothes for you? considering how he's got that whole pretty boy vibe going on. I mean LOOK at his jacket in re4r. the man has SOME fashion sense, at least)
Nicknames?
At the beginning of your relationship, re2r timeline-wise, he's gonna try everything. And it's GONNA be bad.
Once he finally realizes he can't force shit like "sweet stuff" or "muffin" he'll move onto ones that come out more naturally -- like shortening your name.
The general ones after getting comfortable are: babe, hon, angel(?), princess/prince(?) (not too sure about the last two, they're strong maybes).
I also feel like if you called him pookie or something else funny-sounding as a joke, he'd call you it back, LOL.
What are their go-to praises?
"Good job."
"Nice."
"Cool."
...and more very generic ones. Words of affirmation are NOT his strong suit, whatsoever.
Are they successful at praising you?
In terms of actual words of praise, no. In terms of rewarding you in general? HELL yeah.
Overall, he's getting an 8/10 for effort. I feel like this kind of stuff wouldn't come naturally for him since he's more introverted, but INTROVERSION be damned, this boy has got mind-blowingly serious dedication to being romantically swag as FUCK !!! (sorry).
Summary β€ The rookie cop has a huge first love crush on you.
Leon Masterlist
Word Count: 676
The office was busy and bustling as per usual but nothing you weren't used too.
You had checked your calendar this morning, reminding you that a group of rookies had just graduated and you were to introduce them and show them round.
You met them in the lobby and explored the station with them two at a time, it was about midday now and you were feeling really good. Everyone you had met seemed so lovely and you were exited to work with them in the future.
Looking down at your list walking towards the lobby you read two names 'Leon S Kennedy and Sarah Avenem'
Calling them out you see only one guy stand up "Oh you must be Leon" Shaking his hand you ask "Do you know where your partner is?"
"Uh no no idea!" He says
He's staring at you. Really staring at you.
You couldn't deny that he was cute. But you just weren't ready for a relationship. You guessed that you'd just have to leave this crush as what it is for now. Just a crush.
Looking down he's still holding your hand "Shall we start the tour?" You say giving him a sweet smile "Ah oh Yes!" He says letting go and wiping his palm sweat on his jeans.
A few months have passed and Leon is well on his way to becoming a great cop, he's always on time and he's always right there when you need him.
And there even when you don't.
He brings you a coffee every morning, remembering the way you like it. He goes out of his way to pass your desk and say hi, normally leaving a little treat along side his greeting.
You're ready to start work when he passes you one morning. "Morning" He says chirpily standing awkwardly by your desk. "It so good to see you" He chirps staring for all too long.
"You're in early" smiling you look into his eyes, his gaze immediately hitting the floor. Rubbing the back of his neck he says "Yah well I kinda missed you over the weekend" He chuckles.
"Aw you're such a charmer" You say smiling "I'm pretty busy today but I'm sure I'll see you on break if you're not on patrol?"
"YEAH hm yeah" He smiles "That'd be great"
Break roles around and he's sat in the same spot as he always is. At the back of the room at the two seated table. When he sees you he smiles waving you to come over and sit with him "Hey, I uh was wanting to ask you something" He says taking a sip of his coffee way too soon, burning his mouth.
"Ahh oh ah ow owie" He says clasping his hand on his face "Oh my- are you okay?!" You ask between shock and laughter, trying to hide your giggle behind your hand. He notices and laughs along with you staring at you with his bright blue eyes.
Seconds of silence go by "Yoouu were going to ask me something?" You point out snapping him out of his one man staring contest "YES" He jumps "There's a uh movie I was going to see this weekend, I was wondering..." He looks down twiddling his thumbs "If you'd uh like to come see it with me?" Looking up at you hopeful, he waits for his answer "Uh sure, what movie is it?" You ask "I'm telling you now I CANNOT do horrors, I wont sleep" You smile.
"Its called resident evil, Its about a cop who gets stuck in a zombie apocalypse, the original came out ages ago but they just remade it!" He says.
"Hm sounds scary" You say leaning across the table, he laughs.
"Well I'll be here to protect you"
You both laugh and finish the rest of your break, before the rookie is called to go on patrol. Maybe he was a bit nervous and way awkward around girls but hey he was cute.
And you cant fault a rookie for trying.
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Summary: When a new cat cafe in raccoon city opens up, who else is better to go on a date with no other then your boyfriend Leon Kennedy?
such a long week at the RPD station. Having to deal with reports and arrests all week wasnβt anything new to Leon, but when his lovely girlfriend calls him up the day before his day off that theirs a new cat cafe in town? Yeah heβs taking you there. He remembers the way your giddy voice echoed through his phone and the way you were super happy to have such a cute cafe open up. Besides, he probably needed this. spending time with his girlfriend and getting to see her beautiful smile was something heβd never give up for the world.
so when he pulls up in his car outside of your house, he calls you up to let you know heβs there. you pick up on the first ring immediately and with such a joyful voice βHi leon!!!β he chuckles to himself hearing your voice. βhey sweetie, iβm outside right now. ready to go my cat lady?β he canβt see you right now but he knows you just probably rolled your eyes at him over the phone.
βyes iβm ready ill be out!β you say then hanging up the phone. You wanted to wear a cute outfit today so you picked out one of your favorite, comfortable, clothing and accessories to look adorable today. you were happy at the thought you finally got to go on a date with leon after such a long week for him and you, you knew this cafe was gonna cheer the both of you up anyways.
heading outside and locking up the house before making your way to leon, heβs already captivated by your outfit. his mouth agape at the way you look and how adorable his girlfriend can look. he closes his mouth and it turns into a pure smile of βwow iβm the luckiest guy in the world right now.β type of smile. He unlocks his car doors and gets out before you reach his car. He goes to the passenger side and opens the door for you, βaw thank you leon!β kissing his face while wrapping your arms around his neck. he closes his eyes with a small smile and opens them again when he feels you pull away. closin your door he makes his way to the drivers side and hops in.
βiβm glad you and me are going to this place. i feel like it would cheer us up after such a long weekβ you say facing towards him with a smile. he couldnβt help but admire the way you looked and how happy you were. he truly was the luckiest man in the world.
βsweetheart, you already cheer me up no matter what. Getting to hear you and see you makes me happy. now, letβs go to that cat cafe, yeah?β he tilts his head then straightens himself out and gets the car going. you couldnβt help but giggle a bit at how sweet your boyfriend was.
After arriving to the cat cafe you noticed it wasnβt quite as busy. thank goodness you two had a day off on a week-day. noticing how all the cats looked outside from the window, you couldnβt help but be in awe. pointing towards the glass gesturing towards the cute little kitties. βlook leon! this one looks like you!β you say with a happy smile. Leon squats right beside you and looks at the cat. A well fed grayish-white cat with blue eyes and a pink nose. it has a white tummy and a nice stripped pattern tail that was light grey and white. βYeah. hah it does look like me doesnβt it?β you chime in with βmhm! cmon letβs go inside!β happily taking his hand and opening the door.
βnuh-uh-uh. ladies firstβ he says as he opens the door. βaw thank you!β chiming in. You were greeted by the workers once you came in.. but you tuned that all out with how cute the cats looked. the place was cozy, bright, warm, and clean. everything youβd expect a cat cafe to look like. All the cats were adoptable too you noticed.
βLooks like this little guy likes you! he never goes up to just anyone.β the nice worker tells you, you noticed it was the same gray cat you said that looked like Leon earlier. βhey little guy!β kneeling down and petting him. Leon couldnβt help but watch you with a smile. Walking around he makes his way to a comfy chair with a table and watches you play with the cats. He grabs the camera he prepared before hand for photos out of his pocket and snaps a few pictures of you. getting every cute angle and smile and laugh you expressed.
After half an hour with the cats you join Leon at the table and sit next to him. βBaby, did you know you can order coffee and tea here too? this is such a cute cafe!β you exclaimed. βreally? i didnβt know thatβ gosh you were too cute.
After calling the worker over and ordering your guys drinks it shortly comes out after. Leon got a nice iced coffee while you also got your preferred drink. You donβt know how much time has passed but it seems like it had been a few hours with cats coming by and passing. You two took bunch of photos too and even some with Leon playing with the cats and cuddling them. You had to get these printed out or put into an album. This was one of the cutest things youβve ever seen your boyfriend do. βdarling, itβs getting quite late, shall we head home now? i can drop you off?β he says to you. βhm? oh yeah! we should!β still sitting at your table he holds out a hand and you grab it while you sit up from the chair. thanking the worker you two headed out not before saying goodbye to the small gray cat.
In the car it was a peaceful drive home. You two talked and held hands while he kept looking over making sure you were okay. After arriving back to your place he gets out and opens your door and walks you to your front door. βThanks again for having this date with me leon.β
βof course. anytime. you know that i love spending time with you baby.β he says then grabbing your cheek and waist and kisssing ur forehead. you couldnβt help but giggle at the way he always made sure you felt love. βHey leon..β
βhm? yes love?β
you smile
βwant to stay the night? thereβs a movie i wanted to watch with you for a while now.β
βHaha, of course sweetie. I was hoping youβd ask for me to spend the night.β he says sweetly βwhat would you do if i didnβt mr kennedy?β smiling at him and teasing him.
βnot sure. Probably pull an all nighter thinking of you.β saying shyly and looking at you. βaw, come in then. we can do something else that makes us pull an all nighter.. together.β you say while opening your front door and before leading him in by the hand you kiss his soft lips with pure love and affection. He deepens the kiss by grabbing you by the waist and holding you close to him.
You were glad to have such a wonderful man like him in your life.
A/N: hi my dears! π₯Ή iβm so glad with all the support iβve been getting and all the likes and comments. love u all so very much so i decided to make a fluff fic with our boy leon π
( RE2r!Leon Kennedy x GN!reader || baking cookies but not getting much done because ur bf is very very sleepy || this rookie is trying his best β‘ re2r fluff for anon β‘ )
βLeon,β you chuckle, smiling as your eyes peer down at the bowl of batter he was supposed to be mixing. βYou're mixing the air, not the bowl.β You point out, gesturing down to the bowl. He was still mixing the air, spoon not near the batter. Not by a long shot. Leon seemed out of it, head in the clouds all droopy eyed. Just what was he thinking about?
βHey! Hey! Leon, I'm talking to you!β You say, waving your hand in his face. You knew working at the RPD was stressful, endless amounts of paperwork, and all that, but was it really that stressful enough to make Leon sleep while standing up? In the kitchen? Of all places?
Leon blinks, realizing your hand is in his face. βOh shit, sorry.β He quickly apologizes, yawning softly. βThe senior officers are justβ¦too much for me.β He says, his focus on mixing the batter in the bowl in front of him. He sounded tired and looked tired, too, if it wasn't evident by the sleepy look in his eyes. βThey're just peachy, aren't they? Been in the force too long?β You joke, trying to lift the mood.
βDon't worry your head, Scotty, they're just old geezers too long in office - probably rode dinosaurs or something to school.β You add as you shrug. Leon snickers, almost dropping the spoon he was holding in his hand.
βIf Chief Irons heard ya you'd be dead meat, one of those stuffed animals he has in his room - it isn't the stuffed animal you're thinking of, by the way.β Your grimace at what Leon was implying, whatever it was, it didn't sound too pretty. βOh god, do you mean..?β You trail off, looking at him with slightly wide eyes. Leon seems to brighten up, amused by your reaction. βNot the cute kind, definitely.β He chuckles, placing the mixing bowl to the side.
βThe type you'd find in a museum. I don't know why he likes those things so much. He sure is peachy.β Just like you said, Leon agreed wholeheartedly. He didn't want to admit it, but he had a habit of soaking in whatever vocabulary you threw at him. Leon was regurgitating whatever you said in a sweetly, somewhat mimicking way. Like the way he quoted movies. Lucky you, even if you didn't notice it at all. Leon remembered the little things, or, at least, he tried.
βI finished mixing the batterβ¦β He trails off, staring blankly at the bowl of dough like he was trying to see his own reflection in it. His blues gazed into the wheaty dough like he was trying to peer into a mirror. He, of course, couldn't. βWhat are we making again?β He asks as he peers into the bowl. He tilts his head. Maybe if he looked at it sideways, it'd make sense?
βRaspberry danishes, your favorite, remember?β You reply, taking the bowl from him. βJust sit pretty on the couch, okay bubba? You deserve a break.β You say, kissing his cheek. He looks up at you, eagerly nodding his head. Leon kind of wished he had a mirror now. He could feel his cheeks heating up as soon as your lips pulled away from his cheek. Bubba? That was new.
He glanced at the living room, then back at your face. You looked as though nothing had happened. As if you didn't just kiss him on the cheek.
Leon turns around, padding to the living room without saying a word. Besides a small mumbling βthank youβ. He wasn't a monster, after all. He had manners.
He traces over where you kissed him, still the green behind-the-ears rookie he was back at the station. Even when it came to love. Especially when it came to loving you. You seemed to remember the little things, too.
Game nights are fun. Especially so when you mix "Sex Chocolates" and Go Fish.
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word count: ~2.7k
gender: fem! reader
cw: NSFW, FLUFF // aphrodisiacs, kissing, neck kissing, foreplay, vaginal sex, no use of y/n, reader-insert, sex chocolates??? not even finishing a game of go fish smh
a/n: do my author notes boost my aura. be honest guys
p.s. -- if youβre only interested in the smut, you can scroll down until you reach the thin black bar lololol
βIs this elephant blue?β the man beside you questioned, his slimy facemask beginning to lift at the edges that covered his stubble-coated jaw.Β
Raising a brow, you glanced at the card he was observing, as you began pressing your hand to the wet, papery skincare sheet that rested on his face. The card, indeed, had an image of a baby-blue elephant on it, drawn in a simplified, cutesy mannerβnot to mention, it was accompanied by an βs,β and the word elephant in all lowercase. You patted his face once more, ensuring the facemask was placed smoothly onto his warm skin, and then answered his question.
βYeah, it looks pretty blue to me. Why?β
Pressing his lips into a fine line, he shook his head, a loose strand of hair untucking itself from one of the millions of barrettes placed in his hair. They ranged from a million different colors, to a million different decals, to a million different sizes. His favorites, he claimed, were the red chili peppersβbecause they were, as he claims, βhot and spicy,β like him.
βHave you ever seen a blue elephant?β he asked, his tone sardonic. βI mean, reallyβwhat is with this blue elephant propaganda? Theyβre gray. Or brownβeither or.β
Looking over at him, you stifled a laugh and simply smiled. βI didnβt know this was something you were so passionate about, Carlos.β
Chuckling under his breath, he turned to face you, grinning. βOh yeah, Iβm real serious about this stuff. I mean, what are they teaching the children, yβknow? That elephants are blue? Itβs just not right.β
Rolling your eyes, you slapped his shoulder softly. The card he was holding was part of a childrenβs Go Fish Alphabet card pack, one which you asked him to pick up on his way home from workβWell, sort of. You hadnβt asked him to get an alphabet set of cards meant for teaching toddlers letters and animals, but cards were cards. You suppose.
βSo weβre playing Go Fish tonight?β you asked, switching your sitting position, your legs brushing against the scratchy, beige carpet.Β
βNot unless you know how to play poker or blackjack with these things,β he said, his tone lighthearted as he began shuffling the deck.Β
βHa, ha,β you exclaimed, your voice filled with sarcasm. βWhat would we bet, anyways? I donβt know how I feel forking up my cash to a guy who uses his money on Go Fish Alphabet cards.β
Whipping his head towards you, he feigned a hurt expression. βHow could you say that? These are precious cards my wonderful girlfriend asked me to get. It was money well spent.β
Laughing, you reached over for the flimsy bowl of popcorn, aching for a handfulβor two, or threeβof the hot, buttery snack. You threw a singular popcorn at Carlos, watching him scramble for it unsuccessfully. It fell to the distant floor, to which, he quickly retrieved it and stuffed it in his mouth anyways.
βEeeeewwww,β you teased, scrunching your face at him. He only scooted closer to you, using his thick arm to close the distance as he lifted his body that lay sideways.Β
βGive me a kiss, pretty girl.βΒ
You faked a scream before getting up and attempting to run. He was quicker than you, though, and before you could make it out of your room, he had his arms wrapped tight around your waist, the scent of his skincare sheet wafting from behind. You felt him shift and interlock his fingers, pressing his hands against your stomach, pulling you into him as his head lowered to your neck, pressing kisses to it softly.Β
You flinched from the drastic temperature change of his facemask meeting your skin, and started to wack his arm with haste. βCold, cold, coldββ you repeated, sucking air in through your teeth.
He quickly pulled back, removing the skincare sheet and balling it up in his fist, before quickly shooting it toward the trashcan. Surprisingly, he didnβt miss.
You felt him untwine his fingers, his dominant hand rising to his face, only to do a singular swipe from his forehead-down to wipe the moisture off, before wiping it on his pants and returning his hand to where it was originally placed. You quietly murmured to him that it ruins the point if he touches his face after the mask, but when you felt his lips pin against your neck again, you lost all resolve to criticize his boyish actions.
βI got something else for us,β he mumbled, his voice low as well as without much focus on his actual speech; he continued working on your neck, and without a doubt, you felt a growth press against your backside.Β
Your cheeks felt warm, and it was starting to get difficult to hold your eyes open, his touch feeling like a massage. βHmm?β you mumbled, feeling him slowly drag a hand from your stomach, to your waist, to his pocket.Β
He pulled out what sounded like a wrapper, and when he held it out in front of you, you saw that it was a candy labeled βSex Chocolates,β with bold, red lipstick stain decals over black packaging.
You blinked a couple of times, rereading the name, mostly unsure why the company would straight up nameβwhat you assumed was a brand of herbal aphrodisiac chocolatesβquite literally, βSex Chocolates.β It would be like if a toilet company named themselves, βToilet.βΒ
Just toilet.
You shrugged away the thought upon hearing Carlos speak, which you had no doubt was to clarify just what he was holding. Not that it needed much introduction.
βI was thinking,β he paused, moving his hand to raise your palm and place the candy in it, βwe could each have one of these before playing our game. First one who caves, loses.β
Smirking, you began unwrapping the chocolate in your hand.Β
This was going to be a piece of cake.
It was not a piece of cake.Β
You were now sitting there, your heart feeling like it was about to burst out from your chest, while Carlos was sitting happily surrounded by the millions of barrettes he removed from his hair, analyzing the few cards left in his hand. βGot a lowercase βs,β for squirrel?β
You shook your head, but to be honest, you didnβt give a single damn any longer about this game or his all-lowercase squirrel. You werenβt sure if those chocolates were really what they advertised or if they were just a placebo, but something was happening to you, that was for sure.
Maybe you had tricked yourself into thinking that they really do work, and as a result, they didβbut no matter, because you had already caught yourself eyeing up Carlos like he was meat on a stick, multiple times.
At first, it was his arms that stuck out to you. The way his veins protruded, how his muscles flexed as he messed with his cards. You imagined how every single hair on his arm would feel as you ran your hand up it, and how your palm would follow the curves of his firm forearm, to his thick upper arm, to his broad shoulder.Β
Next, it was his brows, strangely enough. You liked the way they moved, the way they would crease along with his forehead, how they showed every single emotion or thought that he hadβhow he had no poker face.
And now, it was his stomach. The way you could see a sliver of it due to his shirt being raised slightly, his untamed happy trail exposed so innocently. How around, only a mere centimeter, the band of his briefs peeked out. And god, not to mention, how you could see a bit of one of his v lines.Β
Yup. You were done for.
Biting the inside of your cheek, youβre suddenly snapped out of your thoughts by the growing smirk on Carlosβ face. βHaving trouble focusing, Pipsqueak? Thereβs no shame in calling it quits.β
βIβm good,β you stated, despite the horrible urge to squirm into his lap and beg for him to leave his mark over every single spot on your body.
You wanted his tongue everywhere. In your mouth, fighting for dominance; on your breasts, teasing you along with his teeth; on the palm of your hand, trailing to the veins on your wrist; and on yourβ
βShit, itβs really getting to βya, isnβt it?β
Your eyes met Carlosβ once again, and you watched as he inched closer to you, his face now mere inches away from yours.Β
βWhenever youβre ready,β he said, his voice low and sultry, barely above a whisper. βIβm yours.β
Within seconds, your lips crashed into his. The fact that this meant that you would lose the game was the absolute last thing on your mind right now, while the first thing, was everything you wanted Carlos to do to youβwhat you wanted to do to him.
As his velvety lips accepted your desperate ones, you pictured the two of you in every and any way imaginable. Missionary, in the bed, with your head trapped between one of his king-sized arms and his domineering head in the crook of your neck, panting with each thrust. On his face, with fistfuls of his black hair between your fingers and your beating clit brushing against the breath from his nose, begging you to cum. Cowgirl, on the floor, with your palms resting on his dense collarbones and his throbbing cock deep within your core.
Just to name a few.
You felt his facial hair rub against your cheeks, before suddenly, Carlos had you pinned by the arms to the floor. He then rose to his knees, hovering over you, looking at you through his bottom lashes with a lustful expression. Taking in a sharp inhale, he tilted his head and smiled smugly.
βI win.β
You simply stared up at him, your breathing quick, unable to contend his statement. You assumed he would gloat a little more, but surprisingly, he ended up helping you up fairly quickly. Once he did, he led you to the nearby bed, pulling you onto his lapβit didnβt take long at all for you to start grinding on one of his thighs, your head buried in between his neck and shoulder. You were so desperate for him, that you felt a little like a pervert as you rubbed yourself off, the musky scent of his skin being the only thing that filled your nostrils.Β
βCalm down, Girl,β he said, softly placing his arm on your waist, holding you to him. His voice was light, and it sounded like he was genuinely starting to get concerned. βYou are okay, right?β
Nodding your head into his shoulder, you let out a whimper as you found your sweet spot, dragging your hips slowly, back and forth atop his leg. In response, Carlos flexed the muscle within his thigh, pressing it up slightly, so that more pressure was provided. This time, you let out a gasp, and reached your hand up to the collar of Carlosβ shirt, gripping it as if you were holding on for dear life.
Fuck, you wanted him so bad.
βCarlos,β you breathed out, βI need you.β
Within an instant, Carlos had you on the bed, flipped on your back, with his knee pressed to your heat. He kept it there, letting you continue massaging yourself on him, as he pulled his shirt over his head with both arms. Mesmerized, you watched as his abs stiffened and relaxed with each move.
Next, he shuffled his pants and briefs down to his mid-thigh, sighing as his hard cock was released from its confines. After he did that, he removed his knee from between your legs, earning a whine from you, before then pulling your shorts and underwear down for you. Once they were completely off, he returned the two of you to your original positions, where he sat on the edge of the bed, and you sat facing toward him on his lap. His hand moved down south, softly caressing the side of your thigh, before eventually pushing between your folds and inserting a finger slowly.Β
βWoah, youβre soaking,β he exclaimed, shocked by how wet you were already. Instead of gawking at this discovery, he simply inserted a second finger and continued trying to help relax the muscles in your core. It didnβt take much longer for the two of you to feel ready for the next step, to which Carlos slid his slick, thickset fingers out of your core.Β
You raised your hips as he stroked himself slowly, positioning the head of his cock so that it aligned to the entrance of your heat. And then, you got exactly what you wanted.
He helped you lower yourself down onto him, and with ease, his manhood sunk deep inside you. Surprisingly, he was more vocal than you. With a couple of groans, he threw his head back, one of his hands positioned behind him, while the other held onto you tight. βFuck, Babygirl, you feel so good.β
You began to move, slowly raising and dropping your hips, taking him in, then out, in, then out, over and over again. As the pattern continued, you deviated by wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. He reciprocated, and the two of you focused on your interlocked lips for a while, until eventually, he pulled back, moving one of his hands to caress your cheek. With hooded eyes, he moved his thumb over your lips, rubbing them gingerly.Β
βShow me your tongue,β he instructed, leaving his thumb to rest on your bottom lip as you opened your mouth, following what he commanded. βThatβs a good girl.β
Carlos moved the tip of his thumb to rest on your tongue, letting you suck on it gently as you continued to ride atop him, his eyes greedily watching you use him how you liked.Β
You continued like that for a while longer, until soon enough, he moved his wet thumb from your mouth to your clit, and began to rub in constant, circular motions. A warm pit began to grow in your stomach, and within no time, you were tightening around his cock, on the verge of cumming.Β
βCum for me pretty girl,β he said, his voice strained as he was beginning to lose himself as well. βIβm not going to last much longer, andβI want you to cum first,β he groaned, having to slow his pace and flex his lower half. He was holding back an orgasm.Β
Listening to his words, you moved your head to the crook of his neck, and shut your eyes as you focused on his thumb circling your clit. You came quickly, and as you did, Carlos filled your ears with plenty of praises and complimentsβfor being so good, and for being so patient.
Once you had finished, it was his turn. He let you collect yourself for a minute before leaning back, placing his hands on your hips, and thrusting wildly into you, as if he had lost all of the control he had previously.
βFucking, god,β he groaned, the bed shaking wildly as he continuously ravaged you. You watched him as he got close, the way his throat strained, the way he panted and cussed, the way his entire face was scrunched. Not long after, you heard him let out a loud whine, his cock twitching and throbbing as his thick cum poured out into you in warm loads.Β
It took a minute for him to catch his breath and pull out, but when he did, you felt his cum start to slowly drip out of your core, coating all over his cock. He didnβt even seem to notice.
Still trying to catch your breath, you glanced at Carlos, wondering how he was faring. He seemed more exhausted than you despite the chocolate affecting you more, and that resulted in a laugh from you.
Confused, Carlos looked up at you. βWhat? Whatβs funny?β
You continued to giggle, laying your head on his chest, and cuddling into his sweat-stricken body.
