Cant Wait :3

silly goofy man

I wanna see Witch Leon just holding a little flower in his long claws. It would seem so cute I think.

He's confused but he'll spare ya for the lil gift

ONESHOTS & DRABBLES

pussy drunk | nsfw, smut

HEAD-CANONS

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SERIES

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MISC.

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SOMETHING ABOUT LEON AND GUITAR

(I have a drawing of goth-ish Leon with a guitar but I can't find it...)

Nothing can stop me now, 'cause I don't care

Rating: E (minors don’t interact, I will bite you!)

Rockstar!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut (18+), PIV, doggy, safe sex, fingering, mirror sex, oral sex, cunnilingus, marking, biting, slight overstimulation, no use of y/n

WC: 2.9K

“You’re cute…” He twists a lock of your hair around his finger, “You were practically eye-fucking me out there, Angel…You don’t get to be shy now.” 

A one-shot in which the main five are a part of a rock band called S.T.A.R.S. (Wesker is the manager because I said so :relieved:) Lineup is Chris on drums, Jill on lead guitar, Rebecca on keyboard and backing vocals, Claire as lead vocals and Leon on bass and backing vocals

Special thanks to @lipglossanon for inspiring me to start writing on another fic which snowballed into this one.

Big fat thanks to @neondogs for guiding me through the jungle of smut writing 

Crossposted to my AO3 Here

My first ever proper fic! Hope you enjoy!

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When your best friend confessed that they managed to get tickets for S.T.A.R.S. for your birthday you went crazy. They’d been you and your friends' favourite musicians for two years and getting tickets for their shows was notoriously hard. 

In the days coming up to the concert, you made sure that everything was prepared and packed, this trip was your one shot to finally see them live, it just had to be perfect. Everything from getting to the hotel to checking in went well and you both quickly fell asleep from exhaustion. After waking from the alarm you set the following morning you made your way to the venue. You camped outside for hours, desperate to get to see them front row since you had general admission tickets. And that you did. 

While the opening act played neither you nor your friend could focus as you waited for their set to start. Your friend had their eyes on Chris, the drummer, but the one that caught your attention was the bassist, Leon Scott Kennedy… There wasn’t a single person in the band who was unattractive, but there was just something else about him with his messy blonde hair and icy blues. 

The second they step out on stage the crowd goes wild… You almost feel like you’re going to pass out from all the excitement, but the feeling quickly dies down as they start playing. Your eyes barely leave Leon, mesmerized by his large arms as he strums out the bass lines. His fingers are quick, agile, it makes you wonder if they’d be the same if he fucked you with them.

You bite your lip trying to shake the thought, but the image refuses to leave your head. The thought of his fingers curling into that spongy spot in you makes the gusset of your already skimpy panties fill up with slick. You try to focus on Claire’s singing, but your eyes cannot seem to drift away from the blonde bassist…

When you recognize the chords from Antiviral your heart sinks a little. The lights dim a little, making the room darker until red spotlights turn on. It was their signature set-ender, they always added a bit more theatrics into it for a more impactful end of their show. 

As they play you feel as if Leon is staring straight at you. You’re probably just imagining it, but it feels like he’s looking at you like you’re the only one in the crowd. He raised his eyebrows when he noticed that you paid attention and raised his left hand to his mouth, flicking his tongue in between his pointer and middle finger. Did he just?? Your heart feels as if it’s going to combust. The move doesn’t go unappreciated by their fans, the crowd going wild around you. Tired of his constant bullshit, Claire hits him in the back of his head which makes him stop, but it doesn’t knock the sly smirk off his face…

Your head is spinning slightly after they finish up and start making their way backstage. Your friend waves a hand in front of your face, trying to get your attention. 

“Hello? Earth is calling…” When they notice your attention is on them they continue talking, gushing about how good their set was and how hot Chris was with all that drumming. All you can think about is Leon, it must’ve been meant for the girl beside you right? Not you… It couldn’t have been for you. 

The both of you start leaving along with the masses of people that attended the concert when you’re suddenly approached by a heavy-set man in a security vest. 

“Excuse me, I need you two to come with me, please.” His voice called out as he grabbed the shoulder of your friend holding them still. 

“Are we in trouble, sir?” You asked, tone nervous. He doesn’t answer, just moving the two of you out through the security exit. Your friend is handed off to another security guard and the two of you start freaking out, wondering what the fuck is going on. 

“What the fuck! Let me go!” You hear your friend yell from around the corner. Trying to get away from the security guard to help your friend is futile as he continues pulling you along until you stand in front of a white door with a certain name written on it. L. Kennedy.

“Got the girl.” His booming voice calls out as he pounds on the door until he’s confirmed to open it by the man inside. The guard pushes you inside, closing the door after himself. 

There he stands, right before your eyes, Leon Scott Kennedy in the flesh, flushed and sweaty from the intense performance that finished just a few minutes before. He beckons you closer, crooking his fingers toward himself. Your heart is in your throat, standing there dumbfounded as his actions sink in and you stumble over your feet as you try to make your way to him as quick as you can. 

“You’re cute…” He twists a lock of your hair around his finger, “You were practically eye-fucking me out there, Angel…You don’t get to be shy now.” His voice is gravelly from his previous singing, the tone sending a jolt of arousal straight to your clit. Did he just call you cute? 

“Cat’s got your tongue?” he questions, cocking his brow in a teasing manner. You frantically mumble out an apology for it. He grabs your chin, your lips squish lightly as he gently squeezes the fat of your cheeks making you quiet. 

“Don’t be sorry. Like I said… you’re cute. Besides, we both know you want this too.” You nod dumbly at him, wide-eyed and flushed. His eyes flick down to your lips for a moment, “What’s your name, Angel?” 

You nervously mumble it out, still not believing that this is happening. By the way he’s touching you and looking at you, it seems like he wants this just as much as you do. 

“Pretty…” It rolls off his tongue, whiskey-smooth as his string-calloused fingers find their way to your waist and slip beneath your cropped tee to pull you closer. “Can I kiss you?” It comes off softer, more earnest as if your answer is the deciding factor for what he might do to you. You nod desperately, not trusting your voice. 

Before you can blink his lips are on yours and you let out a slight noise of surprise before sinking into the kiss, your lips moving in sync. He backs you up against the make-up table which creaks as your body weight leans against it. His tongue licks against the seam of your lips and you let him into your mouth. You only break apart to pull your respective shirts over your heads before your mouths crash together again in a desperate kiss. 

“Fuck, you’re pretty.” You feel his fingers tease the hem of your skirt, running his hand along your thigh. Once his fingers reach your panties you let out a soft whine, desperate for any attention he can give to your soaking cunt. He lets out a deep groan against your lips once he feels how wet you are. 

“You planned for this, didn’t you, Angel? Wanted to be my own private little groupie?” He wasn’t entirely wrong… You’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t been indescribably attracted to him ever since your friend introduced his band to you. Before you can answer his mouth is on your lips and his wet tongue is thrusting against yours as he peels the soaked panties off your legs.

“Fuck you’re wet, Baby. Your pussy is really cryin’ for me. She needs something to fill her up, huh?” His calloused fingers run through your folds, over your clit to tease your entrance. 

“Uh huh, please.” You beg as your hole clenches around nothing in anticipation. He slides two fingers into your sopping cunt making you gasp. His fingers feel just as you imagined as he skillfully thrusts them into you meeting your g-spot which pulls a high-pitched whine from your throat. 

“Fuck, Leon. Jus’ like that.” you mewl as the heel of his palm rubs against your throbbing clit. The feeling of his mouth kissing and sucking along your throat along with his other hand toying with your tits makes your nerves feel like they’re on fire, arousal burning hot in your veins. Just as you’re about to cum, clenching around his fingers he stills and pulls his fingers out of you making you protest. 

“Can’t let you have all the fun now, can I?” Leon murmurs against your skin. Desperate for any kind of touch you crash your lips against his again, your hands reaching for the studded belt holding up his thrashed jeans. He lets you unbuckle his belt but before you can pull his cock out he stops your hand.

You start to panic slightly at the action. “Wha-” He cuts you off asking if you’re on birth control to which you sheepishly shake your head. Leon rummages through his jacket on the other side of the room, leaving you naked at the makeup table as he searches for what you can assume is a condom. As he makes his way back to you, you notice how his eyes rake over your body.

“Turn around f’ me.” He growled and you do as he says, leaning on the table as your eyes meet in the mirror. Leon leans over your back to whisper in your ear, “I want you to watch yourself cumming on my cock, Angel. Can you do that for me?” His husky tone sends a shiver down your spine as you nod dumbly at him, drunk on arousal even before he’s fucked you. 

He pulls his cock out of his jeans, slips the condom on, and watches as your pussy clenches in anticipation. Running his hand over the column of your spine he spits on your fluttering hole before leaning over you again to kiss and nip at your shoulder, “I need you to relax for me.” 

You try to, but the way his kisses feel doesn’t help much. He lines himself up to your cunt before slowly sheathing himself inside your walls, the both of you moaning in unison. You’re thankful that he lets you adjust for a moment, you didn’t even need to see his dick to know that he was thick from the way that he’s stretching you. 

The pace he sets doesn’t surprise you, what starts as slow and deep experimental thrusts turn into a brutal pace that almost makes you drool. His hands run over your hips, fingers dimpling the soft pad of fat, gripping as he pounds into you. You’re sure it’s going to bruise, but it feels too good to even care. 

“God damn, you’re gripping me tight. You're going to make me bust early, baby.” He coos into your ear, the tone making you let out a broken moan. His mouth runs over your neck and shoulders hot, wet, needy as he kisses and sucks bruises into your skin to suppress his own sounds. “So cockdrunk that you can’t even answer me?” He teases, though his heavy breathing makes it clear that he’s very affected too as his hips keep pistoning into you. You nod back at him, lustful eyes meeting his in the smudgy mirror.

One of his hands slips through your folds, searching for your clit to rub it in tight circles. You feel yourself quickly building to an orgasm, eyes rolling back into the back of your skull as your moans grow more intense. “Please, Leon. I’m so close.” You whimper, pussy clenching down on him.

“I know.” he groans as his other hand leaves your hip to squeeze your chin. He angles his face beside yours, making sure you can see yourself come undone in the mirror. “Look at yourself,” he whispers huskily “Such a good little groupie for me, aren’t you? I bet you’d let the others fuck you too, wouldn’t you? I’m sure Chris would love to take you too…” Leon's hips move faster, fingers pinching your clit roughly. 

The thought of being shared between Leon and Chris in addition to the fucking is too much for your lust-ridden brain to handle and it makes you cum, milking his cock as you let out a strangled moan. He bites down on your shoulder when your orgasm pushes him over the edge and you feel his cock kick inside you. 

You’re both quiet as he stills, the only sound in the room being your laboured breathing. He slips out his softening dick making you wince slightly before he tosses the condom and pulls his jeans up. You go to grab your clothes, but he stops you pulling you close to him by your waist. “I’m not done with you yet, Angel. I made you a promise earlier, didn’t I?”

You look at him with slight confusion, the lust haze making your brain a little slow… When he sloppily kisses his way down your chest and stomach, you get it. He kneels in front of you, pushing you against the table as sea-blue eyes look up at you through heavy lashes. The sight was a lot to take in and you feel slick start to coat your inner thighs.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He breathes against your mound, gripping your thighs to spread you open for him, “Can’t wait to taste her.” 

His tongue licks a broad stripe over your folds making you instinctively grab onto his hair. Leon moans at your touch, the vibrations making your eyes roll back. You can’t help but roll your hips into his mouth as he moves further down, teasing your entrance. He fucks you with his tongue, his nose bumping your clit while lapping up your juices, 

A thumb pulls the hood of your clit up before he attaches his mouth to it again, drawing a high-pitched whine from your throat. “Fuck, Leon. I’m gonna cum…” It only spurs him on further, sucking the nub harder. When he flicks the tip of his tongue over your throbbing clit you fall over the edge, cumming with a sob. Your thighs are shaking as they squeeze around his head, your hole clenching around nothing as he continues to overstimulate your cunt. 

He kisses your inner thigh, a much too intimate gesture for what this is, but neither of you says anything, too preoccupied with catching your breaths. His mouth and chin are covered in your juices, a sight you tried to brandish in your brain for further use. “That was-” You begin, not quite sure what you actually want to say. 

Leon seems to understand what you’re getting at though, responding with a quiet ‘yeah…’. You both dress yourselves completely in silence, one that weighed heavy on the fact that no matter how you both felt you’d most likely never see each other again. 

“Don’t forget your bag, Angel.” He breaks the silence, holding your handbag out for you to take. You swing it over your shoulder muttering ‘thank you’ before turning the knob of the door to leave. His hand keeps the door shut, caging you against it. “No goodbye kiss?” He leans closer to you, his eyes meeting yours

“‘Course, sorry.” You breathe against his lips as he nestles his nose next to yours. The kiss is softer, almost sweet, and goes on for far too long to be a simple goodbye. Something is lingering in the back of it, almost as if he’s conflicted. You’d lie if you said that the kiss wasn’t making you more flustered than the fact that you just let a stranger fuck you in his dressing room. He pulls away and opens the door for you, looking back he’s leaning on the doorframe watching as you take your leave. 

When you’re out of his line of sight you stuff your hand into the bag to pull out your phone to give your friend a call. While you do find your phone you’re also met with a piece of paper that you know for a fact wasn’t there before the show. You pull it out, noticing a phone number along with some text. ‘Call me sometime. - L’ 

You read the note over and over again, not believing that he actually gave you his number. The note is safely stuffed back into the bag as you make your way to the hotel, forgetting all about the phone call you were about to make. You’re met by an empty hotel room and pass out almost instantly once your head hits the bed.

When both you and your friend woke up the next day you immediately noticed the trail of hickeys failing to be hid by their shirt. It seemed like they probably ended up in the same situation as you, but with another member, one you assumed to be Chris. 

“Good night yesterday?” You asked with a sly smirk, watching as a slight colour appeared on their cheeks. 

“Mhm… I could ask you the same…” They chuckled, pointing out the hickeys littering your shoulder, hickeys that you hadn’t noticed. 

“Amazing actually.” You answered. Maybe you should really call him…

hi do you mind indicating your age in your bio or pinned post so I don't have to block you

Yeah sure, not a problem :3

Makes me realized how inactive I am on here LOL

Can't wait :3

　 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓

a childe x reader series.

⟡ ꒰ synopsis

⤷ when your childhood friend looks at you from across the room during a valentines' festival at your uni – the one person you played with, held the wonders of childhood delight with – what are you supposed to do? confess that you loved him from the start? or keep your silence, staring at him from afar?

⟡ ꒰ genre & warnings

⤷ an sfw childhood friends to lovers with childe, and everything in between. hurt and comfort, some angst. THIS WHOLE SERIES IS INSPIRED BY LAUFEY. university au.

⟡ ꒰ chapters

01. falling behind.

02. dear soulmate.

03. beautiful stranger.

04. valentine.

05. while you were sleeping.

06. lovesick.

07. bewitched.

08. what love will do to you.

09. fragile.

10. promise.

11. second best.

12. let you break my heart again.

13. just like chet.

14. someone new.

15. magnolia

16. dance with you tonight.

17. hi.

18. street by street.

19. best friend.

20. must be love.

21. from the start.

⟡ ꒰ notes

⤷ there will be mentions of physical appearance sometimes but you're free to disregard them and substitute it with your own imagination. this fic is centred around this being yn's first relationship, so there will be times where bad decisions are made, or wrong things are said .. they're learning, and we're learning :') this is a rewrite of my previous series that i never quite started... tropes used: ⟡ childhood friends to lovers ⟡ strangers to lovers ⟡ what are we series playlist

⟡ ꒰ taglist

⤷ @dailypenpen @mccnstruck @ryuryuryuyurboat @tetsuskei ( send ask or comment to be on the taglist! )

– 2024 @xianyoon do not plagiarise, repost, translate or feed any of my works to AI.

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated :') <;3

This is so sweet I'm crying

TRIGGER WARNING: Hawks x reader. Minors DNI. Trauma. Pedophilia/incest. Comfort/support for that. Do not add any harmful comments or tags. Subject matter is not for everyone, so please ONLY read if this will not trigger you, as I will be making no attempt to censor this or any explicitness.

"Is there something wrong with me," you ask.

Those words are the last to leave your lips. Putting your secrets to words feels as if you've allowed the fluid that filled the cavity of your chest to spill; that fluid being a sacrilegious amalgamation of sorts, an unholy blend of suicidal dread and utterly childlike rage.

Keigo catches them. He picks them up like he does your hands in the cradle of his palms. 

You could count the creases in those palms just as easily as you could Keigo's smile lines, or the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when you make him laugh from his belly. You could sketch Keigo's fingerprints from memory, you're positively sure.

"There's something wrong with what happened to you," Keigo answers. "But no. There's nothing wrong with you."

For once, you feel no obligation to correct him. His emphasis on happened is deliberate, and you allow it. After years of gentle coaxing, from the first time he nearly cried the word baby the first time you told him, you feel no need to compare what didn't happen to what did. You feel no desire to hide in shame of what could have been worse. You feel no obligation to inscribe a caveat into your own experience.

You feel no performance in your childhood death.

If anyone understands the intricacies and complexities that line a traumatic past, if there's anyone you can trust, it's him. His voice crackles with empathy like candlelight in the dim of your shared bedroom. 

Try as you might to find it, there is no pity in his words. They are neither rehearsed nor forced. 

Keigo's words are perfect, and they are for you.

"Is this okay," he further asks before he lifts your hand to his cheeks; and it cracks your shell down its center. You nod and you mean it.

Simple, unfamiliar words; finally, finally, finally uttered by someone who should be saying them to you. A person unrelated to you by blood, a man of the appropriate age promises to crawl inside your body and it's so innocent and sweet. His words taste of sugarcane and smell like the pinkest sakura petals, dancing as they fall like stars and landing with a comparable delicateness.

Keigo's words remind you of the morning he tried cooking you pancake stacks with whipped cream and strawberries. They remind you of how the edges of the batter crisped golden brown with char because he was too distracted by the way you laughed at his quips that came to his throat easily.

From your chest, a giggle— another word you can say now, with him. 

Giggle. Neighborhood. One day, when you and Keigo raise your own little ones and watch them tussle and toddle trying to carry the weight of their untainted wings, you're sure you will be able to say the word family again.

For now, his chaste kiss to your bruised yet healing knuckles is enough.

HES SO SWEET I CANT 😭😭

"You did good! :D"

2005 leon/ashley hug if you even care

No time to die

Warning: Death of the reader; injuries; mention of blood; implied parting with Leon; Old leon; Fem!reader

Synopsis: he should have decided on his feelings before telling you about love. He should be taking care of you instead of running after Ada again, but now he will have enough time for this activity.

A/N: Sometimes I write about Leon's slippery ass. Well, I really had disturbing thoughts again.

If you were given a choice on whose hands to spend the last minutes of your life, you would never have chosen the hands of Leon S Kennedy.

In fact, you would rather lie in a pool of your own blood, moving away from him as far as possible, leaving dark scarlet streaks behind you, than let him help you. After all, despite all his love for this man, he caused you a very strong pain. Even stronger than what you feel now, when you try to get to your feet leaning on torn palms, spitting out a thick foam of blood.

Well, ordinary civilians can hardly resist a giant bioweapon that has crushed a bunch of people like bugs up to this point, but if Ada Wong was only slightly knocked down by a blow, which caused her to lose consciousness for a while, then you were thrown with such force that the organs inside seem to have turned into porridge.

But at that moment you didn't care anymore. The pain pierced every cell of your body and the only desire in your head was just to hide from it somewhere. Leon and his endless love for Ada didn't care anymore, but this pain will always remain in your heart. After all, he came to her aid and not to you.

You started coughing up blood. From every breath it became increasingly unbearable to breathe, and then you lost that fragile balance that you found for a couple of short seconds, collapsing on shards of glass that crumbled under your weight. Everything swam before your eyes. You didn't have the strength to curse anyone because all you wanted was not hugs and a declaration of love, but for this painful hell to end faster! A grunt escaped from your throat when someone tried to turn your body over and provide first aid, but only blood splattered out of your mouth.

"God," Leon's partner looked at you with big frightened eyes, trying to think of something, but stopped when you gathered the remnants of your strength and grabbed her hand, looking at the gun in her holster.

The last mercy for the dying.

"Please..." your hoarse, very quiet whisper begged Helena to "finish it"

Tears flowed from red eyes mixing with the blood that was on your face. From this pain, the vessels in your eyes burst and it seems that the only way out was a kind of voluntary euthanasia by a bullet in the head and not waiting for your body to stop fighting death before the damaged organs stop working themselves.

And then Helena's loud voice was heard calling Leon to finally break away from his beloved and pay attention to the dying you. If your condition were better, you would spit this very blood in his face. However, he really ran up to you after a couple of seconds, laying you on his lap, trying to do everything carefully so as not to cause additional pain. You didn't really want to spit, but you accidentally soiled his face when he stroked your hair.

Crimson thin rivulets slowly poured out of your nose and you closed your eyes a little at a new outbreak of suffocating pain that filled your whole body reflexively clinging to Leon's hand. His skin showed signs of broken nails, but he didn't seem to mind. It was unbearable for you to take even a small breath; even one attempt was accompanied by a bloody, foamy, painful cough at the edge of your mouth. It was like Hell.

Leon seemed to be looking for something that could help you, delay death, but Helena already understood everything. Anyone who saw you would understand that the injuries you received were not compatible with life.

“Please don’t...please,” Leon muttered, trying to stop the scarlet stain spreading under your chest. “Baby, I know, I know it hurts, but be patient.”

“Leon...” his partner called quietly, hinting that it was pointless.

And at some point you noticed Ada looking at you without pity, without disgust, without any other emotions. Just another corpse that crossed their path. Wong only had a couple of scratches. She did not writhe in agony and Leon would quickly find solace in her immediately after your death, this thought made your body gather its last strength and with a tearing cough look at the man in front of you, in whose eyes you could see fear for your life. On your last breath, you decided to hurt him before you die, as punishment for what he did to your heart, crushing it like a paper ball, and then tearing it apart, throwing you pathetic scraps... Well, that's how you saw it.

Leon caught that look, something in it even scared him, but your next words, which were the last, were forever imprinted in his memory and on his heart. Because you knew how painfully he endures the fact that someone hates him. You pulled your hand out of his and with hatred hissed something that was not even true in essence. It's just that at this very moment you wanted him to understand what pain he caused you with his love for Ada Wong.

"I... ha-te... you"

Everything inside Leon snapped in the same second. His love for Ada has remained a pain in your heart, but... the same pain will remain in him. The last breath, and your eyes, which he loved so much, glazed over, and your mouth remained slightly ajar. Ada... she didn't say anything, but was she surprised? Leon grabbed your hand again, trying to feel at least a weak pulse, but the words you said were pounding in his head, making tears flow from his eyes.

"No," he whispered softly, unable to believe what was happening. You couldn't die in his arms like that and you couldn't say those words. You had no reason to say those words to him! "Come on, look at me, I'll take you to a safe place. They will help you"

Helena put her hand on his shoulder, realizing how it hurt him in the end. He doesn't even have the opportunity to leave your body in a safe place and all he and Ada could do was watch him stroke your cheek with one hand holding your shoulders. The pose is exactly similar to when he defended Ada in China, only she was able to survive and you unfortunately did not.

"It's not your fault... no one is to blame for her death," Ada only said. She felt sorry for him " And her words... Leon..."

"She was not herself," Helena picked up, looking at Leon silently

Ada at some point correctly decided that it was out of jealousy. Just the last time to prick a loved one knowing that he will keep these words to himself for a long time. But they didn't have time for mourning and tears, however, even she didn't have the tongue to tell Leon to leave you here. So she just asked for his jacket and wrapped you in it, believing that you really would like it - to be enveloped in the fragrance of a loved one before death.

now was simply not the time and place to grieve, but even she did not understand the meaning of the words you said. After all, Leon really left her for you. Ada couldn't give him the stability and love he needed. Their complicated relationship hurt Leon in a way, but with you he became a normal person. She understood this, so she calmly retreated, because neither he nor she had ever felt sincere love for each other. Leon found this bright feeling in you by breaking off even short dates with her forever, and all Ada could do was really help him later.

Your death was committed out of place and all three of them understood that from Leon now only the shadow of the former man will remain and he himself will wallow in alcohol constantly replaying your dying words on repeat.

You really shouldn't have told him that.

I just got my nails done by my mother (she works at a silly nail salon)

now I wanna imagine how Leon would feel and look if I was jerking him off and showing off my pretty nails

WHAAHAHAHA THIS WAS SO CUTE I CANT-

MY HEART

Hell's Kitchen

Summary: You and Leon have the worst dining experience of your life at your daughter’s “restaurant”

Pairing: Dad!Leon Kennedy x Mom!Reader

Word Count: 933 words

Warnings: Fluff, humor, Leon being a smart-ass

A/N: I bring you more Dad!Leon :) This was a short lil idea I had the other night. I am not going to lie, I personally suck at playing pretend with kids, so this may be unrealistic/stupid. But all in all, I hope you enjoy this lil drabble!! <3

“Do you have menus?” 

Sitting cross-legged on the living room floor and parallel to you at the small Disney Princess table, Leon looked up expectantly at your three year old daughter. She stared him down, blue eyes mirroring his own before she turned around and walked over to the plastic kitchen playset. 

You bit back a giggle, trying to be serious enough not to ruin her playtime and provide her with as much enrichment as possible, but it was nearing impossible considering the expression of surprise currently resting on Leon’s face. 

“Guess it’s a surprise, then,” he chuckled, turning his head back to you with that lopsided smile of his. He placed his large hands on the table and began to drum his fingers, occasionally glancing over at the little girl rambunctiously pretending to cook. Leon focused on you, giving you a dramatic wink as he propped his elbow up on the small pink table. “So,” he started, voice tinged with flirt. “Come here often?” 

A smile tugged at your lips as you rolled your eyes, mimicking his position while you rested your chin in your palm. “Actually, it’s my first time here,” you played along, giggling at the way he nodded and leaned back. 

“Mine too,” Leon hummed, looking back over at the daughter you two shared. He huffed and rested his hand against his face to block his words from her ears. “Can’t say that I’m particularly impressed with the customer service, though.” 

You turned your head towards the playset, raising an eyebrow as you watched your daughter fiddle with tiny metal pans and plastic food. “Be nice,” you laughed softly, a mock expression of scolding on your face when you turned back towards him. “She’s got a one woman show going on over there.” 

Your daughter had insisted that her father and you ate at her “restaunt”, even going as far as throwing a tantrum until both you and Leon were seated around the little table tucked away in the corner of the living room. Watching her play and have fun, especially now that Leon was home and able to join in, brought a smile to your face that couldn’t be erased. Even with the abundant witty comments being whispered to you every twenty seconds. 

“Oh my god,” Leon suddenly mumbled, eyebrows pinched together in surprise and slight concern as he stared at the toddler. “She’s using Barbie to cook.” 

You hadn’t noticed until now, but your little girl definitely was using her Barbie’s legs to stir whatever imaginary food she had in the plastic cooking pot. You let your jaw drop open before you leaned closer over the table, whispering back to Leon. “Maybe we should call the health inspector?” 

Leon nodded in agreement, stifling a chuckle when your daughter looked back at the two of you. You both scrambled to get back into the playing state of mind, smiling at her until she turned back around and continued on. 

She eventually ceased stirring, grabbing the play plates and arranging various toys on them before she brought them over to the table. The plate handed to Leon consisted of a fake can of peas, a plastic drumstick, a rock, and a spoon. The plate handed to you, however, only held one thing: a plastic banana. She set them down in front of each of you, eyes expectantly watching for the two of you to start eating. 

Leon laughed under his breath as he looked down at his pink plate compared to your nearly-empty purple plate, once again covering his mouth with his hand. “Guess we know who the favorite is,” he teased softly, deep blue eyes flitting up to yours. 

You rolled your eyes once more, waving him off before you looked over at your daughter. “It looks great, baby,” you praised her softly, smiling as you watched her face light up. You pretended to eat, doing everything that you could to keep from laughing as you watched Leon struggle to play along across from you. 

After about thirty seconds of watching him make exaggerated bites into the plastic chicken drumstick, your daughter snatched the plate away from him and took yours, too. When she got back to her little kitchen, Leon had to put his head down on the table. 

You could hear the muffled laughter as he crossed his arms, clearly surprised with how forceful she’d been about taking the plates away. He lifted his head back up, smiling fondly as he looked back in her direction. “I guess I was done.”

“You didn’t compliment the chef,” you clicked your tongue with a playful grin. The child continued to make a ruckus of noise in the kitchen, prompting you to try and engage her. “Are you making dessert?” 

“No,” her favorite word immediately came flying from her mouth as she shook her head. 

Leon feigned a gasp, putting a hand over his chest like he’d just been wounded. “But, sweetheart,” he mustered every ounce of playful disappointment into his voice. “Daddy and mommy always have dessert after dinner.” 

Your daughter shook her head again and proceeded to ignore the two of you as she started to play on her own. 

Leon made a face at her turned back before he shook his own head. It was no wonder where she got her attitude from. “I’m not leaving a tip,” he huffed, leaning back on his palms with another mock look of disdain. 

You laughed softly before you got up, stretching out your arms and legs. “Alright,” you sighed, moving to pick your child up from behind. “Bath time, little lady.”