#yourgentlegf

i don’t know MAYBE it’s just me but i’ve always imagined re4 Leon as a gentle lover.

he’s so gentle and caring, soft kisses on your temple and on your shoulder when you’re getting dressed for the day.

carries in all the groceries in one trip because impressing you is so much more important than the blood circulation in his arm right?

even when he’s moody he will mumble small “thank you” s and “love you”s whenever you do something for him.

he hates it most whenever he has to leave you for work. unexpected trips that make him so heartbroken to see your face get flushed with sadness, your eyes getting glossy and your voice shaking when you say goodbye.

all he can do is hug you so tight, taking in the scent of you and closing his eyes as he kisses your head over and over reminding you of how he always comes back and always will.

and he does

and when he does come back it’s like a different person for a couple hours.

you can’t recognize the sweet leon you know who used to brush your hair for you after a long night of drinking, only thing in your hair is his long fingers, tugging at your strands and pulling your head back as he grinds into you. he is so so rough, he doesn’t even know how strong he is either.

one hand in your hair and the other having a bruising grip on your waist as he tries to focus on a specific pattern that he knows will make you crumble right below him.

“look at that arch so fucking perfect for me, can’t imagine what you would do without me.”

it’s the dirty talk that gets you. you are usually his sweetheart, his angel, baby, princess, honey. but on nights when he comes home from a long trip you’re nothing but his and you can’t question it.

you let out loud whines as you try and stutter words out as you suddenly feel his chest press against your back, his chuckle in your ear sending chills down your spine.

“what, can’t speak? it’s okay, pretty little pussy is speaking for you.”

leon groans in your ear as he kisses the shell of your ear then the back of your neck.

husband!Leon who can’t help but compliment your every move. Did the dishes? “I don’t deserve you” Made him dinner? “For me? What did I do to get this lucky?” Did all his laundry? “What a sweet girl” he’d grumble as he watched you stirring whatever you were making in the kitchen.

husband!Leon who gets on your ass for not taking care of yourself sometimes.

“What do you mean you didn’t brush your hair? Turn around”

“Did you take your vitamins?”

“Don’t forget to take your medicine, sweetheart”

husband!Leon who ‘Innocently’ buys your new clothes a size down, his eyes scattering over every curve of your body as you do the dishes.

NSFW warning!

husband!Leon who can’t help but shove his fingers into your mouth as you lay on the bed, his perfect angel, laid so perfectly beneath him. His spit covered fingers pushing down to rub slow circles on your already sensitive clit.

husband!Leon who makes you beg for it, his eyes hazy as he rubs himself over your folds over and over again, your pretty little eyes practically filled with tears.

husband!Leon who fucks you so deep that you blabber nonsense, your fingers gripping at the white bed sheets as his rough hands grip at your hips. He loves to watch you struggle so much.

husband!Leon who doesn’t pull out, his fingers pushing his cum back into you as your chest heaves, but of course, he carefully lays you against the pillows, gets you water and makes sure you are so perfectly tucked in.

it’s just canon because i said so and i basically own capcom so (i don’t i’m lying)

imagine boyfriend leon who had the hardest day in the office. usually he makes himself very known when he gets home, rambling on about how much he missed you and how he honestly didn’t think the day would end.

but this time the sound of the door locking filled the small apartment, your ears perching up as you listened to the sound of footsteps walking down the hallway.

usually, you call out his name but this time he was already through the door. a doey like look in his eyes as his rough palms rubbed up your smooth legs, tugging you towards the edge of the bed as he slowly collapsed to his knees.

pulling yourself up to your elbows to look down at your boyfriend who’s hair was a mess, his tie loose and the first button of his work shirt undone. he’s desperately tugging at your pajama shorts, licking at his lips leaving them glistening from the dim light of the apartment.

a loud groan of satisfaction leaving his lips as the tip of his nose presses into the mound of your clothed pussy, his index finger playing with the small pink bow of the panties as he took in your intoxicating scent that almost made his eyes roll back.

no time for questions, leon was already tugging your panties down, he was so eager, throwing them somewhere and you were sure you’d find them later. the sudden feeling of his warm tongue running through your folds makes you jolt as he quickly finds your clit, his strong hands coming up to hold your hips still as his tongue dips down to run through your folds again.

the sound of your soft whines, the little huffs that leave your lips fuels his fire as he pushes your thighs open more, his face shoving more into your already puffy folds.

he knows you like it when he’s nice, his hooded eyes glancing up at you as he massages at the meat of your thighs. he can tell when your close, his soft lips wrapped around your clit as he sucks at it like his life depends on it. the twitching of your thighs and that little eyebrow frown you do when you’re close only makes him suck harder.

his breathes soft coming from his nose as you cry out his name, he loves how sensitive you are as you try to squirm from him.

and of course when he pulls away from you, his thumb lazily rubbing small heart shapes into your clit, his lips puffy and red and the bottom half of his face glistening with your slick. the only words he can mumble are

You and him swore during the pregnancy that you didn’t want to know if you were having a girl till you had the baby. Leon swore up and down he didn’t care but of course he did.

The look on his face was something that should’ve been captured on film when he saw you holding your daughter for the first time. A grown man, who has gone through so many hardships, crying over the birth of his daughter.

He praised you up and down for carrying something so precious, swearing that you were his forever gift in life and you continued to give him everything he’s ever wanted.

When you brought her home he slept in her room for days, you’d walk into the nursey in the morning to see him slumped in the small rocking chair, his hand loosely on the top of the crib.

And when you woke him up he would ramble about how he was scared she would roll onto her stomach or would cry and wake you up. It did nothing but make you smile and realize that you definitely married the right man.

When she outgrew her crib he was distraught. He refused to take it apart and just kept it in the garage, getting her a new bed telling her she could get whatever she wanted.

New stuffed animals? How many. She want pancakes for breakfast? He makes them from scratch. Tea party? He sits down in the tiny chair with your daughter for hours.

He watches so closely when you do her hair, your eyes glancing at your husband who’s leaned on the hallway entrance watching you carefully.

he wants to fuck me so bad

this shit is absolutely not proof read sorry

Leon being so attentive when you first start working at the station. The throbbing in his pants almost painful when he watches as somebody walks into the building and you lean over in those slacks, pushing your glasses up as you ask the person to sign their name on the bottom of a document.

Does he ever talk to you? Of course not. You were an angel though, your voice so sweet when you let out a “Goodmorning” everytime he walks through the wide double doors. He was to scared to talk to you because what is he suppose to say? He would stutter surely. Or maybe even accident check you out right in front of you- his last intention is to make you uncomfortable.

How long is it suppose to last though? Watching you glance at him, suddenly going on your break at the same time as him?

Well you couldn’t help yourself. It was rare to see such a young, handsome cop. Rookie or not he definitely had your attention. So you made a plan, but It was failing miserably and he never even glanced at you.

-

It’s pouring rain on friday night, of course It is. Every taxi seems to ignore you, tears of frustration building in your eyes as you wave at another and the water splashes up from the blacktop onto your skirt.

Leon walks out of the station, pulling his hoodie over his head to see you literally soaked and desperately waving down a taxi. It was a rough day for you according to the talk around the office, you spilled all of the coffee for the meeting all over the paperwork in the office room and got the lecture of a lifetime.

Leon walked over to you, clearing his throat as he pointed to his car.

“Let me drive you home, I’m sure you don’t live far.”

The first time hearing his voice and it made your throat feel stuck. Your head nodding as you followed Leon over to his car down the street. What a gentleman, he pulls open the door for you, waiting for your shivering form to slip inside before he shuts the door and gets in himself.

Immediately when starting the car he flips the heater on, looking over at you as he reaches in the backseat and hands you a spare jacket.

“You must be freezing. You didnt see the clouds when you went outside this morning?”

Leon chuckled which made you smile, you needed kindness especially today. The car ride home was Leon just listening to you ramble on and on about how favoritism runs the front office and how you wish you were brave like him to go into the field. You could’ve talked forever but of course you point to your small house, tucking your wet hair behind your ears as you look at Leon, reaching for your purse to pay him of course.

Leon shoves your hand away and shakes his head as he unbuckles his seatbelt, he jumps out of his car and runs to your side opening the door for you. You can’t help but blush when he holds his jacket above your head on the way to the door. Thankfully you were so cold and red he definitely didn’t notice. When you get to the door you dig in your bag for your keys, your shaking hands pushing the small key into the handle before you shook the door open, you looked up at Leon and walked inside insisting he came in.

“If you won’t let me pay you, at least let me make you some hot cocoa.”

Leon didn’t mind the wait. You basically begged him to let you make him hot cocoa but you had to shower first. Not even ten minutes passed and you’re walking into your kitchen where he sat at the kitchen table, a slight smile on his face when he sees the slippers you’re wearing, the cute silk pajamas that he so badly just wanted to rub his fingers over.

“Thank you so much, plus you shouldn’t drive home anyways look at It out there.”

You were right but of course you were. It was pouring, the wind knocking the bushes against your window and now lightning striking against the dark sky. Leon just nodded in agreement as you placed one of the cups in front of him. Steam rising to the top as you mixed it for him once more before sitting down across from him.

It was awkward at first, then Leon started to talk about some of things he’s seen on patrol and you’re suddenly cracking up. Both of your mugs empty and your fingers playing with the fabric on his arm as you start to talk about just how stressed you are. It’s obvious in your face, the frustration starting to make you upset as you rub your fingers into your temple.

Leon frowns slightly, his hand by instinct coming up to push the hair from your face. He doesn’t know what happened but he mumbled a quiet.

“Let me help you.”

Extremely bold of him and he was sure you were gonna kick him into the pouring rain. But suddenly he had you laid on the couch, your pajamas on the floor and your legs spread open by his hand while his other hand is three digits deep inside of you. He could tell you needed this so badly, the way your walls squeezed around his fingers. He could watch your face for hours if he was able to, your eyes closed like you’re concentrating on something as he pushes his fingers up in a curling motion, the pads of his fingers brushing against that special spot inside you.

His eyes are hazy when he repositioned himself, laying on his stomach and pushing your legs up as his tongue sloppily laps at your clit, your legs resting against his strong shoulders as his hands slide down to your thighs, massaging them as he looks up at you continuing to lap at your folds as his fingers continue to push in and out of you.

He notices your slight shaking, the quiet whines leaving you as you push at his hands and he can feel the way you flutter around his fingers.

“L-leon-“

Is all you can manage to get out before he’s lapping faster, his face pushing further into you. his fingers slowing down to a softer rhythm as he feels you gush around his fingers, shushing you quietly as you cry out his name, your breath heavy as he pulls himself back up, his lips pressing against yours.

Leon pulls himself away, being careful when he pulls his fingers out of you, kissing the side of your face as he does so.

“It’s okay, nobody at the station has to know.”