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something permanent pt 12 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors. i stg. do not interact or i will call the cops

reminder that this is a dark fic, if any of the following bothers/triggers you, do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, forced daddy kink, forced breeding, pregnancy, non/dubcon

in other words, dead dove: do not eat !!! u have been warned and u are responsible for ur own media consumption.

chapter index: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10, pt. 11

'something permanent’: the spotify playlist

word count: 8.4k

description: darling gets some fresh air. leon confronts his own mortality.

tags/warnings: yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, no use of (y/n), kidnapping, forced daddy kink, forced breeding, pregnancy, pet names (princess, angel, dolly, pup/puppy, etc.), angst, tokophobia, paranoia, infection w a virus, mild description/mention of gore

a/n: it's finally here ! i hope it lives up to expectations and that everyone enjoys giving it a read. this chapter is particularly long, so i'll go ahead and share the ao3 version here as well in case it's easier! i know long tumblr posts can be a bit of a pain at times lol. extra special thanks to @nexysworld for taking the time to beta read this chapter for me-- be sure to give her guardian angel a read if you haven't yet, it's an incredible work of yandere leon art <33

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"Leon!"

Claire was the first to react, approaching with her arms outstretched for a quick embrace. As his arms closed politely around her, happy to be reunited with an old friend, Leon looked over Claire’s shoulder to Chris, who seemed just as happy to see him.

As Claire released her hold from around Leon's shoulders, Leon stepped forward to greet Chris.

“If it isn’t the Redfields,” Leon smiled.

Chris nodded, crossing his arms casually as he looked Leon up and down. "You look good."

It was a simple comment, but it meant a lot, given the state Leon was in when Chris last encountered him in the wild. He was a trainwreck, to put it lightly, and Chris would never know how profound of an impact he had on Leon dragging himself out of that hole he was in.

But more than anything, of course, it had to do with you. He couldn't possibly be drunk all the time and still be able to keep a close eye on his princess, to be there for her and their growing baby. If he was going to police you about taking care of yourself, he felt inclined to lead by example.

The whole time this exchange was happening, Leon had no idea Jill's eyes were burning holes into him. Something in her was set off by him and she intended to find out what it was. In the meantime, she didn't feel comfortable leaving him unwatched.

As such, their reunion was cut short-- Jill was all business, and she wasn't going to be able to get it out of her mind until she got to the bottom of it.

"There's still a lot of ground left to cover. Leon, why don't you come with me and we'll see what we can find?" Jill asked, recapturing Leon's attention. Just as she'd hoped, he didn't seem put off by her suggestion. The last thing she could afford to do right now, if she wanted answers, was make him suspicious.

The quartet talked out their plans before parting ways, certain to dictate this exact cell block as home base. Chris and Claire went one way while Jill and Leon went the other, and once more the two were alone together. While Jill was waiting for the right time to start asking questions, Leon was actually the first to speak.

“How have you been holding up?”

Jill's posture stiffened as they walked, her eyes narrowing ahead as she thought over his words. Maybe she was just being paranoid, but she couldn't help but feel that he'd only asked her about herself to get the attention away from him.

"You already asked me how I've been," She attempted to dismiss him. "I said I'm fine."

Leon huffed out a breath, shaking his head. "You know that's not what I meant."

"Whatever, I don't want to talk about it," She said quickly. She knew she had to reign this in quickly or she would risk losing the upper hand. "I'm still hung up on you and this ‘little lady’ at home. I feel like there's more to the story that you're not telling me."

Somewhat to Jill's surprise, Leon didn't so much as flinch at her words. He turned to look at her and asked calmly, "Like what?"

Jill knew she had to choose her words carefully. She knew that if she had any shred of hope of getting the truth out of him, she needed him to trust her, to view her as a safe person to confide in. At this point, she wasn't even suspicious that he was up to anything nefarious, she just feared that something might be wrong if he was making such impulsive, impactful decisions, and by extension she feared for you.

Did you know what he did for work? Did you know what he'd been through? Did you know how much danger your own life was in just by being associated with him? Did you know how complicated his circumstances were, that he wouldn't likely be able to be sufficiently present as a partner and father?

Jill's face fell and she avoided eye contact by continuously scanning their dingy surroundings. "Does she know?"

Leon didn't quite know how to respond at first. A few beats of tense hesitation passed before he replied, "She knows... a little bit. Not everything."

"What's ‘a little bit?’" Jill pressed.

"She knows I work against bioterrorism for the government, and she knows a very limited explanation of what happened in Raccoon City. I don't think she needs to know any more than that."

It was bizarre to Jill just how flippant and casual Leon was about this. Brows furrowing, she turned over her shoulder to look at him and said bluntly, "What she does or doesn't need to know isn't your decision to make, Leon. She deserves to know what she's getting herself into, especially with a baby on the way. Don't you think so?"

Leon's jaw tensed and he couldn't even look at her, his own gaze falling to the floor. He may have seemed unbothered for the most part, but he was filtering and manipulating every word out of his mouth so obsessively that he was beginning to run out of reasonable rebuttals. In this situation, he found it easiest to fall back on old reliable.

"I'm just trying to protect her," He said, his tone laced with sincerity, because deep inside himself he truly did believe it. "Surely you can understand that, can't you?"

Now Jill was hesitating.

Leon took advantage of this to keep talking. "I don't plan on keeping her in the dark forever, I'm just feeding it to her in... small bites, so to speak. I need to be sure she can handle it. What we've been through isn't something you can just dump on someone in one sitting. It's going to shatter her entire world view, it's going to make her question everything she's ever known, every system she's ever believed in, just like it did for us."

When he first began his little rant, his intention was just to say whatever he felt Jill needed to hear in order to get her off his back. But, as he listened to himself speak, he realized something.

Knowing the truth would shatter your entire world view. It would make you question everything you've ever known, every system you've ever believed in.

Chin tilted to the ground, hiding his face from Jill, he grinned to himself, tucking that idea in his back pocket for later. It never hurt to have a failsafe.

Now it was 5 a.m. You still hadn't slept.

You were pacing the kitchen, heart pounding in your chest as you ruminated over the same line of thinking you'd had all night. Every passing moment pushed you closer and closer to doing what you knew deep down was necessary.

Sure, as soon as he would be made aware of your escape Leon would undoubtedly spring into action in one way or another, but the only reason he was able to catch you so easily last time is because he was close enough to get home and stop you before you could make it very far. You didn't know where exactly he was away for work, but you at least knew he wasn't in town. That already put you in a better position than you were in last time.

If you could just make it somewhere safe first, maybe you could get some people on your side before Leon's weirdo government goons would have a chance to lie for him. It was a long shot, but it was all you had and it was a shot you finally decided you were willing to take, if not for yourself then for the innocent baby growing inside you.

Your ears began to ring and your limbs fell numb. You had made up your mind. You were going to get yourself and your unborn daughter out of this house, no matter the risks, no matter the cost. If you didn't take this opportunity, you knew it would haunt you for the rest of your days. You needed to leave and you needed to leave now, while it was still dark outside, while much of the city still slept. The fewer the witnesses, the better.

It was almost as if you were outside of your body, watching yourself make the movements. First you climbed the stairs, then you entered the bedroom and grabbed a jacket. You quietly and almost calmly slipped on your shoes, eyes scanning the room as you briefly thought of what you might need to bring with you, but suddenly it dawned on you that you didn’t really need to bring anything at all. None of your old clothes fit anymore, your phone and wallet were long gone by now and everything else wasn't really yours, it was Leon's.

Being that you were nearly six months pregnant with his baby, you weren't really in need of any additional reminders of his hold over you.

You slowly rose from the bed and wandered back down the hallway, down the stairs and to the front door. Much like your attempt at entering Leon's study the other day, your trembling hand seemed to just hover in front of the lock for a moment. Even through the thick of adrenaline in your skull, you could hear Leon's influence in the back of your mind; ‘Don't try it. He'll lose it. He'll track you down faster than you can blink and he'll punish you.’

Tears flooded your eyes and your bottom lip quivered. With a shaky breath, you unlocked the door and closed your eyes, turning the knob.

The late summer air shocked your senses. It was a cool, crisp early morning, the sun just beginning to rise as those in the city unlucky enough to work this early began to rise too. For a moment you just stood there, staring out at the street with no idea what to do, like you had to force yourself to remember how to walk outside of the threshold of his property. You didn't even realize you had one hand rested protectively on your bump as you took one shaky, unsure step out of the doorway, and then another.

You closed the door behind you and began learning to walk on your own again. One foot in front of the other, left, right, left, right, knees wobbling uncertainly with every step. The pavement almost felt foreign beneath your shoes, your shaking hands cold and strangely empty, the space beside you void. No arm bumping against your own, or tightening around your waist, or dragging you along. You almost didn't know what to do with yourself.

Actually, not almost-- you had no idea what to do with yourself. You didn't even know where in the city you were. You remembered a few things from your few outings with Leon, to and from the doctor and that one trip to the botanical garden, but Washington D.C. was not a small place and nothing you'd seen in his company did much in the way of narrowing it down for you.

So you just walked. And walked. And walked.

Surely it wouldn't be suspicious for a pregnant woman to be out on a morning walk by herself, right? It wouldn't draw any eyes, would it?

Would it?

With every step you took away from the house, your throat closed a little tighter, your heartbeat raced a little faster. You tried to just keep your head down and follow the sidewalk, but you couldn't help the nagging need to glance over your shoulder and scrutinize every shadow.

Are there cameras? Does he have people watching the neighborhood? Would anyone recognize you? If they did, would they call the cops? Would the cops notify Leon?

You shook your head in an attempt to physically clear your mind, but nothing was working. By the time you reached the end of the neighborhood, you very seriously considered just turning back now. If Leon ever found out you left the house, you could just say you wanted to go for a walk. You could use it as an opportunity to boost his trust in you-- 'See? I went out for a walk, circled the neighborhood and came right back, and nothing happened to me. I could have very easily run away, but I didn't,'-- but even as paranoid as you were, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

At one end of the street was the home you'd spent months on end being held captive in, and at the other end was freedom... or at least some potential for it.

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and continued to walk. One foot in front of the other, left, right, left, right. You hardly even realized you were muttering it out loud to yourself.

Every car that passed by you on the road made you flinch, every distant horn. Every siren made you feel sick to your stomach, but still, you kept going. Where to, you couldn't say. All you knew was that the police weren't going to be of any help, so that would be a dead end, but even knowing that felt better than knowing nothing.

Until it didn't, until you eventually realized that maybe you did know nothing after all.

"Bio-drones?" Jill asked, eyeing the buttons, controls and screens in front of them with curiosity and maybe a little disgust.

Leon nodded slowly, looking over the images himself. While the threat of bio-drones was definitely uncomfortable and not good news, he couldn't help but feel an odd sense of relief that he was finally getting somewhere.

"That room we passed through before is the incubation tank," He explained over his shoulder, "The guy I'm here for, Antonio Taylor? This is his area of expertise, and these drones look ready to go, so he's gotta be around here somewhere."

Jill's eyes lit up with an idea, "He can wait. Let's burn it all."

And of course, Leon couldn't disagree. He wanted this all over and done with quite possibly more than anyone, so if there existed an opportunity to just torch it all and run, he would be taking it. With a nod of agreement, Leon was just about to suggest starting with the incubation tank when a voice called out over a speaker system around them, "Well, if it isn't Jill Valentine and Leon S. Kennedy."

The two agents froze, and almost by instinct moved to stand back to back, weapons raised. Leon couldn't help but become frustrated by the intrusion, annoyed that just like always, a simple solution was thwarted at the last second. If his past experiences were any indication, he knew things were about to get much weirder and much, much more complicated, and quite frankly it made him want to punch a hole in a wall.

"Why don't you come out and talk?" Jill called out as they scanned the room, shuffling carefully around each other with their attention on high.

"How about you come to me?" The voice responded, "I'm in the main prison block, ground floor... Chris and Claire are waiting for you."

Their eyes widened and they turned to face each other, a single beat of shocked silence passing before they kicked into gear and began sprinting back toward the main prison block. Footsteps pounding along the concrete floors and echoing through the empty halls, Jill and Leon were thinking of little else than ensuring the safety of their friends.

Well, Jill thought of little else. As per usual, Leon's main priority lay elsewhere.

By the time Jill and Leon made it back to the main cell block, they were gasping for breath and terrified that they might be too late-- their eyes locked on to the sight of their friends caged in two rusty old cells, looking very much worse for wear. They looked sweaty and sunken in.

"Oh my god, you're so pale," Jill gasped, slowly approaching the Redfield's holding cells and already trying to strategize how to free them.

Leon approached Claire's cell, right about to ask her what happened and if they were okay when he quickly realized she wasn't alone in there. She was joined by a man hunched over in the back corner of the cell, bleeding profusely and looking especially pathetic. It didn't take long for Leon's eyes to narrow with recognition.

"Son of a bitch," He grumbled, charging up to the thick steel bars to get a better look at the man. "Antonio Taylor."

Claire's brows furrowed in confusion and she turned to look up at Leon, choking back grunts of discomfort as she asked, "What? His name's Davis--"

"No, that's a fake name. He's Taylor, alright," Leon cut her off. "This scumbag's wanted for leaking national secrets to enemies of the United States."

Leon was fuming as he stared down Antonio Taylor with a venomous look on his face, a certain kind of triumph lingering alongside it, knowing that the only thing that stood between him and you now was the key to this goddamn prison cell.

But there was little time to decide how to proceed as the lights flickered on around them, startling Jill and Leon into raising their guns. Metal clinked beneath boots and the rubber stopper of a heavy cane, measured steps on uneven gait approaching from the walkway above as a man and a woman came into view, the very same woman that'd totaled Leon's motorcycle. That wasn't a face he would ever forget-- Maria Gomez.

"Welcome to Alcatraz," The man said, causing Jill and Leon to glance at each other in recognition for a split second-- it was the voice from the intercom. The man continued, "I'm Dylan Blake. It's an honor to have you all here together."

Ominous, Leon thought, and not at all entertaining. He'd long since grown sick of cut-and-dry missions becoming overcomplicated in the worst ways, especially now that it meant stopping him from returning to you. His aim was true and his form was still but his heart was pounding away at his chest like never before.

Blake grinned, "I bet you're wondering how people are being infected without being bitten..."

And suddenly after, Leon's focus was nearly broken by a sharp, acute pain at the base of his neck-- try as he might not to react, he couldn't help but wince, one hand still holding the gun steady while the other reached up to soothe the unexpected feeling.

"That was one of my prototype bio-drones... I tell it who to infect, and it always finds its target."

Despite his best efforts, Leon quickly began to feel its effects, dropping weakly to his knees on the concrete. It was as though he could feel his immune system trying to fight it in real time, and losing miserably. The quickness with which he fell clammy and ill was staggering, and before he even really had time to process what had just happened to him, his grip on his gun weakened.

Jill's focus faltered too as she watched Leon hit the ground, her throat tightening in fear as she grabbed at his shoulder to steady him.

"The mass production versions are what you saw in the other chamber, and they're ready to go. By tomorrow morning, my virus will be all over the world."

"Well, it's over now," Jill interjected, her voice-- and her grip on her pistol-- shaky, but sure, trained right between Blake's eyes. "Put your hands up."

But Blake only chuckled. "B.S.A.A., D.S.O., TerraSave. You still think you're fighting evil syndicates like Umbrella, saving the world, et cetera, et cetera. The huge corporations and the corrupt execs that run them, the ones getting big, fat bonuses for maintaining the status quo, that's who you work for. That's who you really protect, and the innocent will continue to suffer as long as you do. You're nothing more than pawns, suckers."

The rest of it faded into the far back of Leon's subconscious, every last word dissolving into white noise. His head was crushing with a migraine and he was already breaking out into a cold sweat, his vision threatening to double. He couldn't give less of a fuck about Dylan Blake's evil monologue, not when he had the implications of his condition to reckon with.

He was infected, deteriorating by the minute and it was only going to keep getting worse, and worse, and worse, until there was little left but a husk of himself that wanted for nothing more than brains. And where would that leave you? All by yourself at home, waiting on his return, his baby growing strong in your belly as the groceries dwindled and the electricity got cut off. He couldn't stomach it. The thought alone made him want to scream.

Ears ringing, Leon collapsed back against the cell that held Claire and Taylor, his head thudding against the rusty metal bars as he fought to maintain consciousness. He couldn't even hear himself over the static as he mumbled out weakly, "My baby... P-Please, my wife..."

Tunnel vision closed in, and he found himself stuck somewhere between awake and gone.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I'm going to need your name if--"

"You don't understand," You cut off the nice lady at the front desk of the women's shelter, legs shaking and hands fidgeting as you tried to reason with someone, anyone for your safety. "I cannot give you my name. I need there to be absolutely no record of me ever being here."

The woman took in a deep breath, clearly becoming frustrated right along with you. "Ma'am," She said again, slowly this time as if she were speaking with a toddler, "Again, I promise you that all of this information is confidential. We can't just give it out to anyone who asks. I only need your identification for our own insurance purposes."

Propping your elbows up on the desk, you buried your face in your hands and huffed out a deep breath, trying to remain composed and be nice to this kind lady who was only doing her job, but it was incredibly obvious that she didn't understand the severity of your situation and probably thought you were just being paranoid.

If only she knew.

"So there's nothing you can do for me if I don't give you my name?" You asked, finally peeking back up at the woman above the tips of your cold fingers.

She hesitated for a moment before giving you a pitiful smile. "I'm sorry. I do have some resource packets and I can point you toward some other shelters in the area if you would prefer to try somewhere else, but they'll most likely require a name as well, just so you're aware."

"Fuck," You grumbled under your breath, tears pricking at your eyes. You stood up to your full height again and checked nervously over your shoulder, which was beginning to feel like an unconscious habit already. "I-I'm sorry, can you just... can I just take a few minutes to go over my options?"

Noticing the very clear fright and distress that radiated from your very being, the woman's expression softened a little bit and she nodded, gesturing for you to take a seat anywhere. You gave her a grateful nod before retreating to the very back corner of the lobby so you could lick your wounds out of the cold.

It made sense. You knew it made sense. Of course under normal circumstances, the records here were probably kept in the strictest confidence, and you wanted to trust it, but you knew better than that. Leon had already managed to dig up information on you that would typically be confidential, and you knew there would be nothing stopping him from gaining access to these records. For all you knew, you could've already had your cover blown by now and you just had no way of finding out until it would be far too late. It made you squirm to think about, but you quickly realized it was already too late.

You didn't know what to do. You briefly pondered the idea of just giving the woman a fake name and being done with it, but you had no way of knowing what would happen if you were to be caught lying. Most likely you'd just be thrown right back out on the street, so it didn't really seem worth it to try, but you couldn't just take up a seat in this lobby forever, either. A choice had to be made.

And maybe now was as good of a time as ever to test your luck. The worst possible thing that could happen to you at this point would be a return to Leon, and you were already risking that enough as it was. What did you have left to lose?

So, you took a deep breath, straightened your posture and approached the front desk once more, and you gave that sweet, well-meaning woman a completely fake name. Just like that, you secured yourself at least 24 hours of free meals and a place to sleep, and better yet, absolutely no reminders of Leon...

...Except the one, of course, but there wasn't much you could do about that.

Fluttering. Constant swishing and fluttering around, since the moment you set foot out of the house. Part of you wondered if your unborn daughter knew just how big of a risk you were taking by leaving that house. Maybe she sensed the change in environment, the beating of your heart, the tension in your muscles. Maybe she sensed your distance from Leon.

Regardless, the reasoning didn't make it any less annoying. Sure, you had some level of love for the little thing in your belly, some level of empathy toward her innocence in all this, but that didn't make it much easier not to associate every distinct feeling of her with him. Even thousands of miles away, a part of Leon was still kicking away at your ribcage. Frustrating as it was, you couldn't say you were surprised.

The room you were shuffled into and told to make yourself at home in was somehow less inviting than Leon's master bedroom. There were three other women staying there, one who had sacrificed her spot on the bottom bunk to accommodate your pregnancy, and the air was stiff, still, sterile, like a doctor's office, or maybe a prison. At least here you could leave of your own volition.

What you didn't expect to miss, however, was your privacy. Maybe if your circumstances were different, it wouldn't have bothered you so much, but what were you supposed to do? The distinct feeling of eyes on you made you squirm, your throat tightening up along with your chest. It's not like you could even talk to them-- there was no way of knowing who might run their mouth, or report you, or even just write you off as fucking crazy. The last thing you needed right now was your sanity questioned.

So you just laid there, and let your mind wander... against your better judgment. You stared at the wooden slats of the bunk above yours, room filled with the distant hum of ventilation, the shuffling of your roomies and the muted noises of movement elsewhere in the facility. It was sort of overwhelming to be surrounded by so much noise now, after months on end of nothing but Leon's voice occasionally broken up by cooking shows or nature documentaries. To anyone else the background noise might be perceived as pleasant, but to you it felt deafening.

You picked at your nails and tried to drown it out, tried as you might to think of literally anything else, but you were quickly realizing that you hadn't really thought of anything that didn't have to do with Leon since... well, since he brought you home. Every bump from across the facility made you jolt like the sound of the front door opening. Every hushed voice from the other room made you wonder who it was, and who they were talking to.

Maybe you were paranoid.

After a while you realized you weren't going to get any rest just sitting here ruminating. You pushed yourself up and stood from the bed, head down as you slipped out of the room without a word, making your way toward the bathroom.

By some sort of miracle, it would seem you were the only person in there as you entered, the fan whirring quietly, your footsteps echoing on the tiled floor. To your right was a long row of unoccupied stalls, and to your left was a long row of sinks beneath a wall-to-wall mirror.

Typically you would do what you could to avoid having to look at your reflection, but right now you felt more strongly than ever that you needed to just confront it. The reality of your situation wasn't going anywhere, and it clearly wasn't doing you any good to bury your head in the sand. You approached one of the sinks nearer to the end of the room, turning on the cold water and letting it flow over the palms of your hands before bringing them up to your cheeks, using what droplets remained of the cool water to sap away some of the heat that radiated from your skin.

Then you looked at yourself. It didn’t surprise you that you looked tired around the eyes, hair messied by your walk through the early morning wind, and you were in dire need of some lip balm, to boot. But through it all, despite everything, there you were. For the first time in a long time, you sort of… recognized yourself again.

It was almost surreal, like running into an old friend. You tilted your chin to the left, and then to the right, nudged your hair away from your face and then resituated it the way you always used to, taking in every angle, every detail. You smiled. You furrowed your brows. You bared your teeth. You laughed.

And sure enough, it was still you.

In one last move to fully reacquaint yourself, you leaned in close, gazing at the color of your own eyes, the dips and valleys of your irises casting light and shadow, the size of your inky pupils– the fluorescent lighting was bright but your pupils were blown wide, seemingly with pure wonder and focus. That’s when you noticed a single eyelash resting on your cheek.

Your first thought, of course, was to make a wish. You brought your pointer finger up carefully to lift the lash from your cheek, leaning back a little to look at it as it rested there on your fingertip. You already had a wish in mind– for this all to be over– but as you were preparing yourself to blow the lash away, your knuckle bumped against the mirror, and you froze.

Was that a gap you spotted between your knuckle and its own reflection?

Was this a two-way mirror?

All serenity and any last trace of rational thought you had left in you shattered in an instant, your eyelash wish long abandoned in the back of your mind as you sucked in a breath and stumbled away from the mirror as though it had burned you. There was only one thing on your mind right now, the same sentence repeating itself over and over with urgency, overlapping and echoing and skipping at a deafening volume, you need to run, and you need to run now.

There was no space left in your mind to calm yourself down, or talk yourself out of it. You moved entirely on autopilot as you rushed out of the bathroom, back to your shared room to gather your coat in a hurry, ears ringing as you tugged it on and charged out with your head down. That kind woman at the front desk from earlier said something after you, presumably asking what was wrong or if you were okay, but whatever it was, it fell on deaf ears.

A bell rang above your head as you threw the door open and rushed right back outside, retracing your steps back the way you came, the distinct feeling of imminent vomit sitting tight at the back of your throat.

You should have known. You should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. You should have known he’d have eyes everywhere, that any unassuming building you might have wandered into throughout the entire city ran the risk of being a front, a ploy, a trap laid perfectly just to trick you.

Maybe Leon wasn’t on a work trip at all. Maybe it was all a setup to see what you would do, an excuse to monitor the choices you’d make in his absence. He was probably holed up somewhere in that big government building, surrounded by screens, having every detail of your little outing relayed back to him by men on the ground, already plotting how he planned to handle you upon his return.

You choked out a fearful sob, picking up your pace. If you could just get home before him, maybe you could plead your case for mercy.

No more than 30 minutes passed before Leon regained some semblance of lucidity, though it felt like hours. When his eyes cracked open again, they felt heavy, and the low light in the cell block felt blinding. His chest tightened up with a bout of low, deep coughs, after which he struggled to suck in a breath.

“Leon?” Claire worried over him, on her knees just on the other side of the bars, her own voice weak and shaky. “Leon, are you okay?”

“M’fine,” He grumbled almost by instinct, a knee jerk answer to a frequently asked question, before letting his head lull back a little bit to look at her. All things considered, it was at least nice to see a familiar face. “You look terrible.”

She laughed, tears pricking at her eyes, but a smile tugging at her bitten lips all the same. If she was going to die today, Claire thought, at least it would be with her big brother and Leon at her side. “So do you.”

“Glad to have you back in the land of the living, brother,” Chris noted from the cell next door. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” Leon scoffed. “Like I could use a drink.”

A year ago, both Chris and Claire would have had a good lecture waiting for him at that comment, but not now, not when they were so helplessly staring death directly in the face unlike ever before. In fact, a drink sounded lovely. Chris found himself longing for a tall, frosty beer on the coast of Mexico, and Claire imagined having something fruity and sweet with a little umbrella in it, resting upon a salted rim.

But something else Leon said earlier had stuck in the siblings’ minds, and it was tough to scrub out— right before he’d lost consciousness earlier, Leon mentioned a wife?

Chris was the one to break the silence, “Can I ask you something, Leon?”

“Shoot.”

“Are you seeing someone?”

This gave Leon pause— how many fucking times would he have to answer this question? But he supposed the Redfield’s curiosity was warranted, given all they’d missed over the past year. Still, that didn’t make it any less irritating. In his mind, the less information he had to divulge about you, the better, but… God, did he love a good excuse to brag about you, especially when it was more pleasant to think about than the conflict at hand.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally opened up, “I-I am, yeah. I’m married now, baby on the way, white picket fence and all that.”

“What?” Claire practically recoiled in shock at that comment, reaching up to rub her eyes just to make sure she wasn’t having auditory or visual hallucinations.

Chris, on the other hand, was at a complete loss for words. It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t long ago that he was dragging Leon’s drunk, miserable ass out of bed every day, making sure he drank water, getting him to the gym, encouraging him to look into antidepressants and therapy, and now he was married with a baby on the way? He couldn’t decide if he should be proud of and excited for him, or deeply fucking concerned.

At least it explained why Jill seemed so apprehensive— she must have sniffed it out first.

“Just hear me out for a second, will you?” Leon said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, knowing they weren’t trying to be malicious— not to mention, it wasn’t worth spending his limited energy. He was just sick of explaining himself already. “I know it seems like a lot and I know it seems fast, but I swear to you, I’m doing well, and I’m happy. I’ve never met anyone like her in my life. I’ve never been so sure of someone, and I wouldn’t have married her if that wasn’t the case. I’m not the man I was a year ago.”

“Apparently,” Claire said under her breath, though it didn’t go unnoticed by Leon.

He huffed out a breath, glancing at her over his shoulder, “I’m serious, Claire. I’m better now. Haven’t even had a drop of alcohol since I met her.”

…Which wasn’t entirely true, but at least he wasn’t drinking like he once did. The last drink he had, he remembered well— it was nearing six months ago, the night you mistook what must have been implantation bleeding for your period, the night he thought he’d have to wait at least another month to get you good and knocked up. Still riding the high of confirming your pregnancy early the next morning, sobriety never felt better. He poured that bottle down the sink while you cried in the bathroom.

“Not a drop?” Chris asked, skeptical, but wanting desperately to believe him.

“Not one.”

A beat of silence passed, filled only by the sounds of their labored breaths and the distinct buzzing of the few working fluorescent lights high above. But Leon’s mind was filled with warm, fluffy thoughts of you now, your beautiful smile, your soft hair, your glittery eyes and pretty lashes.

The warmth of your skin, the sweet lilt of your voice. The way you’d mumble and drool in your sleep without even realizing it. It was nice to allow the floodgates to open up and fill his thoughts with those of you, for a moment, until the crisis at hand hit him like a train again and now he worried that those hushed goodbyes you shared in the middle of the night all those weeks ago would be the last time he’d ever hear your voice.

“C-Chris, Claire…” He began before he could stop himself, his voice breaking weakly. “We can’t die here. I can’t die here. My wife is pregnant, I can’t leave her alone.”

The siblings softened at this, a pang of hurt shooting right through their chests at their good friend’s plea, a show of vulnerability that wasn’t at all common for him.

Claire reached through the bars to rest a trembling, clammy hand on his shoulder. “We’re not gonna die here, Leon. Jill won’t let that happen.”

“Exactly,” Chris agreed, “We’re still alive, aren’t we? It’s not over yet.”

Maybe it wasn’t, but it certainly felt over. Incapacitated with deteriorating health, Leon had no control over his circumstances right now, and he wasn’t exactly used to people stepping up for him and living to tell the tale. He knew Jill was skilled and capable, sure, but she was tackling a job for four all by herself. The odds weren’t looking great and he knew it.

Even though he hadn’t said anything, Claire could tell Leon was losing it. His shallow breaths were picking up speed and the heat radiating from his sick body was enough for her to feel through the shoulder of his flak jacket. He was burning up and choking back grunts of pain despite himself.

Maybe a little distraction might help him relax.

“Boy or girl?” Claire asked. “Your baby?”

Leon scrunched up his nose. “W-We don’t even know yet.”

Chris picked up quickly on what Claire was trying to do, and he silently thanked the universe for his baby sister’s genius. He jumped in, “Well, what are you hoping for?”

“I’m not hoping either way, honestly, I just want a healthy baby… a boy would be fun, but I’d love to have a girl, too… I’d dress her up like a perfect little princess, and treat her like one.”

Claire couldn’t help the slight, affectionate smile that formed on her face. This was going better than anticipated. “Any names in mind? J-Just saying, if your baby does end up being a girl, ‘Claire’ is a great choice.”

Leon let out a puff of breath, this time an earnest laugh instead of a cynical one. “I’ll be sure to run it by the wife.”

Their tender moment was brought to an abrupt end by the distinct sound of nearing footsteps echoing from somewhere in the building. Sure, it might just be Jill, but it could be anyone else, too, and none of them were exactly in any sort of shape to defend themselves right now. Silence fell over the group as they remained sitting ducks, just waiting to see who might be rounding the corner.

The anticipation and tension were thick in the air for those few long seconds, until no other than Rebecca Chambers came into view, armored briefcase full of vaccines in tow, the little angel that she was.

“R-Rebecca!” Wheezed Claire, her own excitement getting ahead of her sick body. “Just in time…”

“Seems so,” The scientist agreed, approaching the cells and dropping to her knees to pop open her briefcase. “Are you guys okay?”

Leon puffed out a breath, suddenly feeling a bit pathetic for his meltdown just moments before, though there was little else he could do about it now but push past it. “Feeling a little under the weather, I’ll admit.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” Chris let out a strained grunt as he readjusted himself where he sat up against the wall of his solitary cell, watching Rebecca’s every move as she withdrew a needle from the briefcase and prepared the first dose of vaccine. “Did you happen to run into Jill? She doing alright?”

Rebecca shuffled close to Leon, tilting his chin to bare his neck for the injection, not before gently warning him that it might sting a little bit. She answered Chris as she administered Leon’s dose with a steady hand, “Yeah, she’s safe. She told me to let you guys know she was headed for the armory.”

The bite of the needle was negligible in comparison to the discomfort of infection. Every beat of Leon’s heart distributed the vaccine deeper throughout his body and the relief was damn near immediate. The weakness in his muscles began to subside, the tightness of his chest and throat gave way, his migraine receded to a fraction of what it once was— by the time Rebecca was finished administering vaccines to the Redfields, Leon practically felt like a new man.

Bracing himself on the bars to rise to his feet, Leon was fully prepared to apprehend Taylor and be on his way, that is until he saw the wanted man’s bloodied corpse laid flat on the bed in the back of the cell.

“For fuck’s sake, what happened?” He groaned, slamming his fist into the bars. Rebecca unlocked Chris’ cell to Leon’s left before bounding over to open the other, which Claire wasted no time rushing out of.

“Blake happened,” Chris answered Leon simply, stretching out his shoulders before readying his gun once more, his expression going firm with determination. “So let’s head to the armory and help Jill shut him up for good.”

After the absolute pain in the ass Dylan Blake had proven to be, Leon couldn’t argue with that. He reached for his own pistol and gave Chris a wordless nod, and the group descended back into the prison to finally put an end to things.

It was no simple task, and he didn’t really expect it to be, but somehow it still passed him by in a blur. After the first few times, it stopped feeling very noteworthy to watch one of his adversaries explode into a new nightmarish horror of flesh and eyeballs. These days it just felt like another day at the office, and as such, he found himself operating on autopilot through the vast majority of the fight.

One moment he was being confronted by Maria, and the next moment her corpse was thudding wetly to the floor in front of him. One moment he was firing a rocket launcher, and the next moment he was watching the putrid, liquefied remains of Dylan Blake dye the entire incubation tank crimson. One moment he was helping Jill crawl up out of the gory water, and the next he was following his friends and colleagues up to the helicopter pad. Like clockwork.

Leon gazed upon the fiery orange sun, his only comfort being the knowledge that your own precious eyes could be admiring the very same one at any moment, perhaps even in sync with himself. His friends were chatting and decompressing together, but Leon wasn’t even listening. He couldn’t focus on a single one of their words if he tried, because there was still no telling of your condition yet, and he wouldn’t be able to sit still until he could know you were alright.

Jill noticed the distant look in his eyes, and she felt conflicted. It certainly made sense to feel distant in the wake of something like this, but she had the feeling it wasn’t the contents of the mission itself that left him forlorn.

Excusing herself from the conversation, Jill approached Leon gently from behind. “You’re thinking of her, aren’t you?”

“Only every second of every day.”

Even Jill had to admit that response was sort of heartwarming. She found herself wondering if maybe she’d been too hard on him, too cynical. Leon seemed well, and he seemed happy. What kind of a friend would it make her to deny him that? To poke and prod and pester him over falling in love, a luxury their circumstances weren’t likely to afford twice?

Chris and Claire’s conversation came to a natural pause, during which time the siblings noticed the interaction between Leon and Jill. Having already been sold on the idea— for the most part, anyway— the siblings observed the deep sense of longing that radiated from his very being, and it resonated. They glanced at each other in silent communication before approaching.

“I told you it wasn’t over yet,” Chris teased with a firm pat to Leon’s shoulder, the distant beating of helicopter blades fading into earshot now. “What’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you get home?”

For what felt like the first time since this entire shitshow of a mission began, Leon smiled fondly. “I’m gonna kiss my beautiful wife, Redfield.”

You were a sorry fucking sight for the ages by the time you made it back to the house, drenched with sweat and gasping for oxygen, every inch of you trembling with panic. The house was empty and exactly as you’d left it, though you still couldn’t help but feel it was all an illusion. Stripping your clothes off as you climbed the stairs, you barreled into the bathroom for a nearly scalding shower, feeling the desperate need to wash every last atom of the outside world away from your very being. You weren’t incredibly in tune with the passage of time, due to your current state, but it was safe to assume you were in there for almost an hour, just sobbing and scrubbing your skin raw.

By the time you turned off the water and stumbled out of the tub, it would seem you had cried yourself numb. There was still the noticeable weight of anticipation in the pit of you, but along with it was a certain understanding that there was nothing you could do to avoid the consequences of your actions.

There was nothing you could do to avoid Leon. There was nothing you could do but wait.

You went through the motions of drying off, brushing your teeth and changing into pajamas, your ears ringing all the while, like you were watching yourself from above. Descending the stairs on wobbly legs, you were headed toward the kitchen for a desperately needed glass of water when the subtle whine of brakes outside made you freeze.

A car door opened and shut, a set of keys jingled, the lock clicked, and you couldn’t move, just staring wide-eyed at the door from the base of the stairs as it swung open to reveal your captor, who froze at the sight of you, too.

His duffel bag dropped to the floor beside him, long forgotten in Leon’s mind as he feasted his eyes upon the image of you for the first time in over a month— or at least for the first time since his phone broke. He nearly fell to his knees with relief.

“Oh, puppy,” He sighed out, tears pricking at his tired eyes, overwhelmed with the insatiable need to feel you in his arms again. In just a few short strides he crossed the distance between you and embraced you so tightly, it was almost crushing.

Euphoria, pure and uncut, a high unachievable in this universe by any other means. That was the only way Leon could think of to describe what he felt in that moment.

Pulling back to look at you, he cupped your jaw with one hand while the other pushed its way up beneath your shirt, finally feeling the soft, round warmth of your bump under his hand again, and he almost could have sworn he felt a little kick. He was beaming now, vibrating with excitement, almost at a loss for words entirely.

Almost.

“My beautiful fucking wife,” He laughed, a single tear breaching the threshold of his eye to drip down over his reddened cheek. “You’ve grown so much…”

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Could this Valentine's Day be any better?

Summary: Unfortunately, you are sick this Valentine's day. All the plans you made were gone to trash. Although, Leon still tries his best to make it a special day for you and him. And by best it means… the one that both of you will remember for the lifetime. ;)

Pairing: Death Island! Leon × Gn! Reader

Tags: Tooth rotting fluff, leon calling reader sweet nicknames, leon being a caring boyfriend. (A bit of negative self-talk from the reader's side), Also there's a few Nsfw jokes and a bit of suggestive content so…Not that much so don't worry.

A/N: If you couldn't tell, I wrote this while I was sick and college exams being like a week away 🥲. Also I am single and valentine's just around the corner and yes, I am sick🥲🥲🥲. Personally, not a fan of this combination (It sucks here😭). Anyways, it gave me the perfect opportunity to be delulu about Leon.

So that's what this is - me being delulu, but I hope you all enjoy this fic and have a good day. Thank you to @nexysworld and @luniaxi for beta read🥰

(Also I know it's not Valentine's Day today. Like I said I was terribly busy🥲)

WC: 4.5K

It's Valentine's Day. The day of love. The day of sweet chocolates, beautiful bouquets and heartfelt love confessions.

It was a special day for couples, young or old. A reminder that pure love never grows old or wither away, in fact it only grows deeper as time passes by. The day was a reminder to cherish it as long as you can.

Which is what you would have been doing with your boyfriend today, if you weren't sick. Yes, you are sick, why? Because you have bad luck. A really terrible one.

Out of all 365 days in the year you had to be sick today. The most important day and say goodbye to all the romantic plans you made. The candlelight dinner, the cute dinner outfit you bought. But, no now you have to kiss it all goodbye and just grumble about what could have been.

To say that you were disappointed and angry was an understatement.

You blamed the seasonal changes for the condition you were in. You are in bed, not even having an ounce of energy to sit up properly, a bad throat, headache, body pain, cough and fever.

The only good thing was that your high fever had almost subsided only because of your sweet, caring, most down to earth person, your boyfriend made it his mission to take care of you during these tough times.

The moment he knew you were sick, he dropped everything he was doing and immediately wrapped a blanket around you after he had you settled in bed. Making you hot tomato soup, your favorite ramen, chamomile tea, anything that would help you feel better.

You were in your bed, trying to take a good rest but the body pain you had was making it really difficult. It was noon right now but what could you possibly do besides resting anyways?

“It will get better, just rest. I'm here.” He said as you complained about the condition you were in. He tried to soothe you with the sweetest smile he could muster, his warm blue eyes reassuring you that it will in fact get better even if you didn't believe it.

You clutched your head when you felt the pain coursing its way in your head, giving you a migraine. “I can't sleep Leon…it's so difficult.”

Leon could see the tears of frustration slipping from your eyes as the overall pain troubled you from getting you even a moment of relaxation.

And it broke his heart to see you in so much pain. Knowing he couldn't take the pain away entirely. Even if he was cooking you hot meals and soup it was still going to take some time to heal.

If it was up to him he would move mountains just for you to feel better even for a second. He wished he could just snap his fingers and take all the pain you had and give it to himself. Obviously, he wouldn't say it out loud cause he knew it would get you upset but he really wished he could do all that.

He was willing to suffer, if it meant you would never have to.

Your tired body slowly felt the warm calloused hands, slowly bringing you in his arms and hugging you tightly but keeping his hold gentle, so as not to cause you any discomfort as he cuddles with you. And pulled the blanket over you both to keep you warmer.

You looked up at him with a tired face as he gently rubbed your back with his hand. Slowly massaging your back with his strong fingers, trying to get rid of those sore spots. You felt his soft lips on your forehead giving you a loving kiss, which already had you melting in his big arms.

“Feeling better?” He asked in the softest voice possible and brought his other hand to your temple. Rubbing the sore spot with his thumb gently, which had you crying in pain earlier.

Your eyes slowly closed and a soft relaxed sigh escaped your lips as you gave a small nod. His gentle touch, the sweet voice, the soft kisses surely gave you a moment to relax.

Leon peppered soft, gentle kisses across your whole face while still massaging your back and temple. Soon he moved his hands to your waist to pull you more close so you were pressed up against his chest.

You looked up at him, opening your eyes for a moment, looking at him and wondering how could he even tolerate to even stay this close to you, while you had a running nose & weakness all over.

You didn't feel pretty or cute right now, you felt sick and horrible. Hell, even you wouldn't stay this close to yourself. But here he was… smiling down at you, massaging your sore spots, cuddling with you, trying his absolute best to help you regain your health.

“Have something to say, Darling?” He asked when he noticed you staring at him, lost in thought.

You sniffled a bit and replied. “You know… you will get sick if you stay so close to me.”

You heard a warm chuckle, feeling him hug you tighter. “Worrying about me even when you are sick? You are too sweet for your own good, y'know.”

You rolled your eyes and hit him lightly on his arm. “I'm not kidding.”

Leon chuckled once more seeing the glimpse of the playful attitude you always had. It made him feel better that you were feeling better enough to talk.

He smiled and shook his head lightly. “I will be fine. Relax.”

You huff and say. “You say that now, but if we both got sick at the same time there will be no one to take care of us. Like how will I take care of you? When I'm not even able to get out of bed?”

It wasn't like you weren't grateful for his actions. Of course you were, but if he got sick because of you, the guilt would definitely hit you in the chest about it. Also being sick definitely made you cranky.

Leon raises an eyebrow at your words and tries to hold in a chuckle seeing you argue with him on this, trying his best to be serious. He then smiled and cleared his throat and slowly replied. “Well… first off I'm not gonna get sick. Second… even if I actually got sick, I'm pretty confident I could still take care of you.”

You looked up at him again, a bit touched with his words. “Are you sure?”

Leon playfully rolled his eyes. “Honey, I got infected with viruses you couldn't imagine. This is nothing. So yes, I'm sure.”

Well… he had a point. But you still had something in your mind that you were itching to ask.

You sighed, snuggling up closer than possible. Trying to relax your mind with his scent. Trying to remind yourself that he was really here and not to some far off mission.

You bit your lips nervously. “Are you mad at me for ruining this valentine day?”

Leon’s expression softened further as he realized that you feel guilty. It wasn't your fault, you couldn't control it. Plus, this didn't ruin anything. Yes it was a bit stressful but that was okay, your health was more important than valentine day. If anything this brought you both closer than ever.

“Baby… you can't ruin it just cause you got sick. I love you. Always. Why would I get mad at such a thing? If anything I am glad I got to spend this time taking care of you.”

He pressed a kiss on your cheek and continued. “You can't ruin anything. Ever.” You sighed softly as he said that. A bit relieved that he at least doesn't think it was the worst valentine day ever.

You closed your eyes, feeling the body pain ease a bit. The medications and the cuddling was really taking a number on you. Almost ready to fall asleep.

Leon noticed how you became less chatty, slowly falling in and out of sleep. He slowly sat up in bed, careful not to disturb your sleeping form. And took hold of your legs and slowly started to massage the sore points present in the legs. Fingers applying firm pressure to relieve any pain that you were still having.

A sleepy sigh escaped your lips when you slowly felt the pain go away, transferring you into a state of deep relaxation…

Leon smiled to himself when he saw you sleep, free from any migraines or body pain that you may be having. He continues his massages till he is sure you won't wake up. He then puts a warm blanket over you, and softly whispers. “Get well soon baby, I have a surprise for you tonight…”

Leon gently kissed your forehead and moved away. Now he had to prepare for the surprise…

(Few hours later…)

You woke up after 3-4 hours. Your eyes slowly opened as it adjusted to the surroundings, you turned your head to look at the clock on the nightstand.

5:30pm

You sighed and looked up at the ceiling. You were definitely feeling a lot better now. The body pain was still there but it wasn't that bad. You were still feeling weak but didn't feel like you still had a fever.

A few minutes later you heard some shuffling outside the room. You lifted your head to see what was going on and saw Leon entering the room. He smiled when he saw you were awake.

And came by your side and kissed your cheeks lovingly and mumbled. “Good evening baby… Feeling better?”

You thought about it then gave a small nod with a sigh. “Mmhmm…”

Leon smiled and planted a few soft loving kiss across your face. “Good… Because I have a surprise for you.”

Your ears perked up as soon as you heard that magical word. Surprise. You looked up at him and said, “A surprise…? What is it about?”

He smiled seeing the small spark in your eyes at the mention and gave a wink. “A valentine dinner for us at home, prepared by yours truly.”

Your eyes widened and raised yourself slightly on your elbows to look at him properly. “Wait- As in… A dinner date for today at our home.”

His smile widened further as he took both of your hands and gave it a light squeeze and nodded. A blush rising in his cheeks. If you didn't know any better he was getting a bit shy and a tad nervous too. Such a cutie pie.

“Well… I thought since you were so upset about the whole situation and I know you had plans and everything… So… I decided to bring those plans to you.” You could swear his whole face turned into a cute puppy as he told you about his plan.

Your heart melted, no you felt like your whole body melted and formed a puddle in bed. The thought of him doing so much just to see you happy and cared was enough to give you a whole swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

You were glad Leon came into your life, glad that he chose to be with you. You didn't know what you did to deserve to have this amazing man all to yourself. His icy blue eyes, his sweet demeanor, the way he made you feel… It was amazing.

You didn't know what love was until you met him. Yeah, you thought what love was before him but being with him was just… magical. He remembered almost everything about you. Yeah, yeah the bar was in hell and whatever bullshit.

But if a man like him, who literally fought bioterrorism for a living. Who probably had the most stressful job on this planet did such thoughtful gestures, who almost turned into a puppy when he saw you, looked at you with such warm and sweet eyes… It was hard not to fall in love with him.

You gathered a bit of strength and immediately hugged him tightly, burying your face in his neck and dropping a kiss there. “Thank you… I love you.”

Leon chuckled as he hugged you back. “Love you too. And it's the least I could do.” he saw how your eyes almost started twinkling and how your face brightened up to a few notches. And that's how he knew the job was well done.

Leon dropped a light kiss on your lips and softly said. “Want to get ready for it?”

You gave a nod and he smiled. “Good…Want my help with any of it?”

You were still feeling a bit weak from the illness but it was a lot better. But you weren't stupid enough to say no to his request. So you agreed.

Leon being the gentleman he was, helped you get out of the bed and basically carried you to the bathroom to help you shower. Why would he let you walk when he could just pick you up like a cat and go wherever he wanted?

As you both entered the bathroom he helped you get out of your clothes, prepared some hot water bath, lit some of the scented candles that you preferred to have while taking a bath.

You relaxed in the bathtub while he started to wash your hair. Gentle fingers massaging your scalp, threading through your hair replacing the leftover pain with a feeling of pure bliss. You had a smile on your face as he continued and looked over at him.

“Thank you…”

He met your eyes and smiled. “For what?”

“For… everything. You are the best boyfriend I ever had.”

Leon's smile brightened, feeling a surge of pride in his chest, he then kissed your forehead. “At least I'm best at something.”

You chuckled as he poked your cheek playfully and went back to washing your hair. He then tilted your head a bit and slowly poured down water on your hair to get rid of the shampoo. He then helped you shower through the rest of the body.

When you were done, he helped you get out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around you. You looked up to see him, to see his face getting scrunched up lightly as he focused on wrapping it tightly around you. You loved it when he would do that, he looked so cute when his nose would just scrunch up lightly as he focused on whatever he was doing. It was simply adorable.

“I feel like a kid getting help in dressing up after parents made me bathe.” You made note as he searched for your clothes through your closet.

Leon had a hearty laugh at the comment and gave you a playful shrug. “Get sick like a child, get treated like a child.”

He turned towards you, taking out the outfit that you previously bought for the ‘dinner date’ you both were supposed to have before you got sick. And helped you wear it.

You smirked at him. “Oh really? Should I start calling you daddy then?”

Leon paused for a moment, his eyes immediately flicking back to you. That nickname always did something for him. And you knew that very well…you couldn't help but just poke him a bit.

A blush rose in his cheeks as cleared his throat and said. “Uh huh… Why don't we just focus on the task at hand. Which is getting you dressed.”

You couldn't help but giggle as he avoided the topic. “Oh you don't like that? I could swear that you did.”

He gave you a stern look and narrowed his eyes a bit. “Babe… don't.”

You chuckled and decided to play dumb. “What? I was just asking.”

Leon cleared his throat again, his blush deepening and slowly said. “I am glad you are feeling good enough to tease me like that. Having fun?”

“Very”

“I could tell.”

You chuckled, deciding to cut him some slack. It's not like you wouldn't like to test his patience a bit more… Maybe after dinner you might.

Leon finished helping you dress up then he also helped you with your make-up, helping you tie your hair up in a bun when you finished giving touch ups to your face.

“Like a doll. You look amazing.” Giving your ass a light smack.

You squealed in surprise which made Leon grin wider and hug you tightly in his arms. And peppered kisses all over your face. “Feeling better?”

You nodded with a bright smile. “Yes, very much so.”

Leon grinned. “Ready for the big date then?”

You eagerly nodded and Leon took a blindfold from his pocket and held it in front of you. “Want you to wear this first.”

You gave a mischievous grin, opening your mouth to come up with a quip but Leon beat you to it. “It's for not ruining your surprise, dummy.” Rolling his eyes at your antics.

You scoffed playfully. “Hey, I didn't even say anything and stop calling me that. It's mean.” You gave a fake pout and Leon couldn't help but chuckle.

It was moments like these that made him feel like that life was worth living. The small domestic moments that he never thought he would get to experience. That perhaps it was worth fighting all those man-made monstrosities and risking his life, if this is what he came home to. His safe haven.

You were worth protecting and taken care of. You deserved every bit of love he had in himself and even his life if you wanted.

Leon turned you around as he tied the blindfold around your eyes. When he finished, he gave another light smack on your ass which made you chuckle. “Well this refreshes some memories.”

Leon kissed your neck and playfully whispered. “Want me to refresh them even more after the dinner?”

You blushed and even if you couldn't see his face because of the blindfold. You bet he was smirking down at you. “Well… Maybe?”

Leon chuckled, taking your face in his hands and kissed your forehead. “Well… I guess you have one more surprise after dinner then.”

You blushed even more and looked away. He grinned seeing you at a loss for words and smiled. Knowing he won that. He then took your hand and said. “Now dinner. Careful not to stumble down on anything.”

He then guided you out of the bedroom, helping you walk down the hallway to your surprise in the living room. He then stopped and slowly removed your blindfold.

Your eyes fluttered open and saw the scene in front of you. Your eyes widened and your hands flew to your mouth to contain the excitement filling your body.

The living room seemed like it was heaven of some sort. Filled with her favorite flowers, rose petals on the floor guiding the way towards the table, present in the middle of the room. The table was decorated with a beautiful centerpiece, filled with roses. The whole room was decorated with red balloons and candles.

If you didn't know any better, you would have thought you were gonna get proposed or something.

Wait-

You immediately turned around and gasped as you saw him down on one knee. An engagement ring in his hands looking up to you like you were his whole world. You were his whole world.

And it seemed like the whole world stopped for a moment, just for the two of you to have this.

You had like dozens of questions running through your head. Like how the hell did he plan all this? Did he take some help? Of course he did. But how did he do all this, the planning and decoration? And was this really even happening? Or your imagination? Was he really proposing to you? Like right now???

Leon noticed that you were well… speechless. So he took one of your hands and gave a gentle squeeze. That seemed to get you out enough of your confusion and shock. Your voice came out in a little whisper. “Leon… I…”

You didn't realize at first but you had started tearing up. Wiping your tears, you looked down at him and he was almost there, on the verge of tears but holding it in for your sake. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze and cleared his throat. “Did you like it…?”

You had a small chuckle & managed a nod while you were tearing up. Oh, it wasn't even a question that you liked it. You loved it.

Leon looked down at the ring in his fingers once more. He had a whole speech prepared on how he always thought you were the one. (Which Claire and Sherry helped him prepare;)). Now he swore he forgot all of it when the actual moment came.

Leon cleared his throat and looked up at you. You looked stunning, even with tears running down your cheeks you looked the most beautiful person ever stepped on this earth. He took a deep breath and started. “Well… to start… this is not how I planned things would go…”

Leon saw you getting confused a bit then explained. “I was originally gonna do it in the restaurant we were gonna go to… but then you fell sick and I had to bring some improvisation to my plan.”

Leon saw your little smile peeking and his confidence rose up a bit. “Umm… I had been thinking about this for a while. Like a year... And you were also dropping hints all over so yeah, I wasn't dumb enough to not understand them…”

You had a small chuckle and shook your head lightly. It was true, you tried to tease him with some videos of couples getting proposed to all he used to reply with was a small “hmm… nice.” And avoid the topic. And now that he was here he seemed so…vulnerable.

He continued. “I know you felt like you ruined this Valentine's Day. But you could never do that. You could never ruin anything. I know I said that earlier but I want you to understand that fully. Everything about you is… Perfect. Magical. There aren't enough adjectives to describe what it's like when I am here with you. You make me feel… safe and loved.”

You felt yourself tear up more when he said that. You could have never thought he felt like that with you. But you knew he was saying the truth the way he was looking at you.

He interlaced his fingers with yours when he gave a gentle squeeze again this time. “The past few days when you were sick, I loved taking care of you. To show you the love you've given me. The love you show me when you take care of me after missions, patching me up, preparing me delicious food even when you are busy with your office work. It's just… I can't believe that I deserve all that. And yes it's not the first time I took care of you but moments like these… helps me to show you and return that love your way.”

He takes another deep breath to calm himself, not yet realizing that he was tearing up at this point. “So, with all the hope I have right now, thinking I haven't exactly messed up all my speech… Will you marry me?”

You didn't know how you were even exactly standing right now after his speech. You were speechless. You had so much to say… but you couldn't even come up with one word. You gulped and took a deep breath and slowly replied.

“Yes Leon, of course I will marry you…”

Leon sighed in relief and let the tears flow from his eyes freely, holding nothing back and slipped the ring on your fingers. And stood up properly this time. He immediately brought you in his arms, cupped your face and kissed you. Pouring all the love he had for you, the love that couldn't be expressed by mere words only by actions.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back with all the passion you had for him in the moment. His body pressed up against yours. Feeling his warmth and excitement pour into you.

You both slowly pulled back, foreheads still touching and in each other's arms, having a big dumb smile on both of your faces. “Leon… I… don't know what to say… you… did all this?”

Leon gave a light chuckle and shrugged. “I had help.” And kissed your forehead.

You sighed softly and looked down at your ring. “So now I'm your fiancée hmm?”

Leon nodded and hugged you more tightly. “Yeah. Deal with it. You are not escaping that.” His tone got a bit playful as this continued.

You giggled and playfully said. “Actually, kind of looking forward to be Mrs. Kennedy.”

Leon grinned and cupped your face once again. Having the softest eyes he had for you at the moment. “Oh yeah? Me too. The name suits you.”

He then kissed you softly on the lips again, rubbing your back and just holding you in his arms like you would drift away right now.

You both stayed like that for a moment and he asked. “Feeling hungry yet?”

You chuckled and nodded. “Yeah a little bit. What do you have for me?”

Leon grinned and pulled away, taking your hand in his and walking towards the table in the center. “Come with me, I will show you.”

And so you did. Your heart is still beating with excitement that you will soon get married and be his partner for life. And you couldn't wait for the day to come.

Maybe this Valentine's Day wasn't that bad after all.

Phew. So that's done. Ngl I started this a few days before Valentine's Day. I was definitely gonna post it then but exams took priority 🥲. I also think I went too delulu over him lmao. But anyways, I really do hope you all enjoy this like I am sorry if this wasn't that good. Half of the time my brain wasn't working.

And I hope you enjoyed Valentine's Day with your loved ones. Have a good day🥰

-Bella

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My exams are over (for now🥲) , there's gonna be a new fic up in a few hours (I promise 😭). Also I am sorry for disappearing for nearly a month, it's just life's been busy but don't worry I am gonna spend more time to my wips now.

#Can you guys guess what's the fic is about👀

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shycloudkitty · 3 months

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Currently taking a tiny break to catch up on my college work but I will be working on my wips whenever I have time! 😊

-Bella

#have like 3 of them (or 4)#one is angsty af other two are smutty af #4 is a short fluff🤭

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His Sweetest Escape

Summary: Leon returned from a mission. Safe but exhausted and traumatized as hell. He doesn't want to drown in the suffocating thoughts of survivor's guilt. He wants an escape. And you were always his sweetest escape.

Pairing: RE6 Leon Kennedy! × Fem! Reader

Tags: (NSFW 18+), MDNI, FWB relationship, Angst at first, talking about Leon's trauma (necessary for the plot), Oral (f receiving!), Cunnilingus, fingering, sitting on Leon's face, nipple play, Leon being a tease. A bit ooc? Probably.

A/N: Hello Guys!!! My FIRST smut fic is here🤭. Yes I know…FWB again, but I just really wanted to write a smut fic with that trope😭. Also I am very serious about minors not interacting with this post. Please don't.

(Edit) : This can be considered a sort of rough prequel to Just a little touch. Cause for a prequel I have something else cooking up🤭

Hope you enjoy this and have a good day!! 😊😊

A huge thanks to @elfven-blog and @luniaxi for helping me a lot. A little birthday (belated) present to @nexysworld 🥰

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

WC: 5.6K

Another mission. Another horde of zombies and tyrants. And dozens and dozens of lives that he wasn't able to save in time. But it was a successful mission or at least that's what he was told by his superiors.

Leon tiredly pushed open the door to his apartment and deeply sighed as he slowly entered and closed the door behind him.

It is said that a home perfectly reflects people's personalities. The things there give bits of how a person lives and wants to live, their likes and dislikes and much more.

And his cold and empty apartment gave a perfect reflection on who he was. The furniture was there, furnished of course. But that was it. No decorations or signs of someone living there. And that's how he felt he was. A person who had all the features of a normal person but cold and empty on the inside.

But then again he never found a home. This was just a place to live in.

Leon found a whiskey bottle from the liquor cabinet and dropped to the couch, groaning as he sat down after a long time feeling his injuries stretch uncomfortably making him wince. Leaning his head back and staring at the empty ceiling, flashbacks of the mission running wild in his mind. Taking a big swig of his whiskey to numb it. Trying to forget everything about that God forsaken assignment.

Leon kept drinking and drinking till he started to feel a bit numb to it and sighed tiredly to himself and pushed the bottle aside. Allowing himself to get a bit lost in his thoughts and closed his eyes.

He was so fucking tired of all this fighting, fighting it to no fucking end and never seeing the ray of hope that all of this shit would end one day. Instead it only got worse. And he fucking hated it.

His survivor's guilt continued to eat at him slowly and bit by bit on his consciousness, till he felt suffocated by it.

He opened his eyes, taking a deep breath and groaned in frustration. The fuck was wrong with him? Actually don't answer that, he already knows.

He took a deep breath to calm himself. Closing his eyes and taking small deep breaths.

Leon shook his head to himself and sighed again. This wasn't going to go away anytime soon. And he really didn't want to wallow and drown in the guilt or he was sure it would kill him more than it already had. He wanted an escape.

A sweet escape that always made him forget about the hellish missions and the guilt that comes with it.

He opened his phone and searched for your contact and pressed the call button. Bringing the phone to his ear as it rang.

For some reason he felt a bit guilty for only calling you for these things, which was weird because it has always been like this between you both… and neither of you minded it before.

Maybe he needs this more than he thought.

“Hey handsome” Your sweet voice rang in his ear from the other side of the call making his mood a bit better.

He cleared his throat and said “Hey… Doing anything right now?” Trying not to sound too desperate for her and playing it cool.

“Sort of… But… I can be free if you want~” trying to tease him a little bit.

A small smile bloomed on his face when he heard that and teasingly replied. “You will make time for me huh? That's sweet.”

You chuckle and tease him back. “Oh you know… I could never say no to you…or a good time.”

Your teasing words made Leon smile a bit more. Knowing you could always tease him a little and get away with it and he wouldn't mind it even once cause he loved the tease.

Leon then says. “Then be free and come here.”

“Uff… So bossy. Can't add a ‘please’ in your sentence?” You asked in a playful way.

“One more comment out of your smart mouth and I will come to your apartment to show you how bossy I can actually be.” Voice getting sultry as he teased you.

It's not like it will be the first time he bossed a sweet thing like you around… always so eager to please him, following the orders he used to give you while you were a moaning & whimpering mess but oh, so ready to do them… just for him.

How could he not feel like a God when you were always ready to be his devoted worshiper.

There was a beat of silence, and Leon smirked knowing that teasing worked perfectly in making you flustered.

He took the opportunity and said “Hmm… that's what I thought, now come here…please” emphasizing the word please more on purpose.

You lightly huff over the phone. “You know you are making a lot of promises.” your voice was clearly flustered even if you tried to hide it.

“Cause I can keep ‘em. I don't make empty promises and you know that…” His voice lowered. He knew how much he had an effect on you, and he couldn't help but use it to his advantage.

Leon waited for a response.

“...I do.” your voice came out more breathy than he expected.

“Good girl… now come soon. I am waiting.”

He cut the call and tossed his phone aside, taking a deep breath. He wasn't going to lie to himself, he got plenty worked up from just one call and it was probably less than a minute.

You were a damn vixen and he loved it.

Now that you were most certainly coming over, he could at least take a shower. He got up from the couch with a groan and stretched his arms a bit and made his way to his bathroom.

Removing his gear and soiled work clothes, he got in the shower and turned it on. Letting the water slowly wash the grime and dried blood away along with the horrible memories of the mission.

Instead he focused his thoughts on you. He let his mind slowly fill with the sweet memories of you. Your soft red lips against his… They tasted like candy, sometimes cherry but always something sweet.

And he especially loved when your pretty lips were wrapped around his cock…slowly taking him in and looking up at him with those greedy eyes all your senses focused on him to pleasure him.

How could he not want a sweet thing like you around forever?

But he wouldn't admit that out loud.

Leon could feel himself get more worked up as he felt more images fill up in his head and groaned quietly.

He huffed lightly, and quickly finished his shower and got out of it. Moving towards his wardrobe and wearing his sweatpants and one of his casual blue t-shirt. And decided to wait till you arrived.

15 mins later his doorbell rang and he grinned at the thought that it was you. And quickly walked towards the door and opened it.

And there you were, a smile on your face and a soft blush on your cheeks. Wearing a white crop top and blue jeans to pair it up with and he couldn't help but smirk at the sight. He bit his lip lightly and teasingly said. “You came huh?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled playfully at his words. “You called.” your voice being equally teasing.

He grinned and let you inside his apartment and closed the door behind you.

“When did you come back from your mission?” You asked as you went over and sat on the couch and looked at him.

“Today actually…” Leon said as he came over and sat beside you. You raised an eyebrow and said. “Today... Like..Just now?”

Leon nodded and shrugged lightly and looked at you. “Yeah. Why?”

Your eyes widened and said. “Wow… aren't you tired and sleepy as hell?”

Leon chuckled and shrugged. “No, not really.”

Well to be fair he was exhausted but that's why you were here… to take it all away.

You frowned slightly not believing his words. After all, he was gone for a considerably long time. You then slowly ask. “Are you sure?”

Leon just chuckled and teasingly replied with a smirk. “Don't worry your pretty little head about it… Although I am flattered that you care that much about my health.”

While he was grateful that you were concerned for him, he didn't want to talk about it. He would rather focus on you and get lost in you than talk about his awful work.

You roll your eyes and smirk at him and playfully reply. “Please… I am only asking because I don't think you will be able to last if you just came back home tired as hell.”

You knew what you were doing, but again a little friendly fire never hurts anyone. And in this, you don't care if it hurts you.

Leon looks at you in amusement and scoffs lightly, shifting closer to you as his voice lowered. “You think I wouldn't be able to last long hmm?” Slowly bringing his hand to your thigh and caressing it gently while looking in your eyes.

You bite your lip and slowly say. “You heard what I said… Did I hit the nail with that?”

No, but you did hurt his ego. And he was going to prove exactly how wrong you are. All in the name of friendly fire.

Leon started to gently run his fingers to your inner thighs and rub teasing circles there. His hand inching closer and closer... but never touching you where you really wanted him to.

His lips curve in a smirk and biting his lip lightly. “You really think that huh...” his hot breath hitting your neck. His gaze falling on your lips, on how you are slowly biting them.

Your face grows flushed and goosebumps rise on your skin as he… slowly moves his free hand on your other thigh and does the same thing there. His smirk grows wider when he feels you squirming a bit.

Everything around you feels so much hotter now… his touch, his eyes shamelessly tracing every inch of your soft body.

Leon watched as you cleared your throat and looked away from him. “Not really… I was just joking, you know.”

Leon smirked some more and teasingly repeated your words. “Just joking hmm?”

Your breath hitches when Leon presses his lips on your neck and presses feather light kisses on it while gently nibbling on it too. You tilt your head back giving him better access, eyes fluttering shut as his teeth lightly scrape your skin.

Your perfume slowly fills his senses and makes his mind hazy with lust. You smelled so fucking good to him. All this teasing was doing a number on him. So much so that now all he wanted to do was to fuck you dumb against this couch and still keep going.

He gently bites your earlobe and mumbles. “Can't have you making jokes everywhere on serious matters baby…”

You gasp as he suddenly spreads your thighs apart, settling himself between them. His bites on your neck get a bit more harsher as his hands start sliding to your ass. Gripping them tightly and bringing you close, pressing you against the couch and him.

He then whispers. “Can't have a sweet thing like you leaving my bed thinking my cock wasn't good enough for your pussy…”

You squirmed in his grip as his words shoot straight at your core. His touch felt as if it was burning right through your skin. You opened your mouth to say something and a small whimper escaped your lips as he bit down on a much sensitive part of your neck.

“Oh Leon…” You mumbled and looked at him. And he quickly sealed your lips with a kiss and mumbles against your lips. “I know baby, You love that cock don't you? Love how good it feels when it ruins your little cunt.”

A small mewl left your mouth as two of his fingers reached your center, sliding them up and down on your clothed cunt giving you the stimulation you were craving.

Leon smirked at your little sounds and snakes his other hand under your crop top, slowly groping your right breast in his hand. And tauntingly says. “Yeah…Feels good when I give that cunt a bit of attention, Doesn't it? Already squirming under my fingers and I haven't even started.”

Your body grew hotter as his fingers started to rub small circles over your cunt and now groping your breasts a bit harshly now. You can feel your panties getting wet from his teasing and lean more into his fingers to search for that friction. You whine and pout at him. “Leon…Stop teasing.”

He bites your earlobe. “You try to tell me what I should…And teasing you will be all I do tonight.” You pouted him in response and he just gave you a teasing grin.

As he says that he pinches one of your nipples making you jolt in surprise. You whine as he continues to pinch and roll it teasingly between his fingers drawing a needy moan from you.

He then pulls away slightly and starts to unbutton your jeans and kisses you. He lightly tugs at your lower lip, giving you a pleasant shiver down your spine. Removing your jeans he cups your ass and drags it a bit closer for him to see. Smirking at the wet spot on your cute lacy panties.

Soft moans and whimpers fall off your lips as he presses his thumb on your clit over the thin layer of the fabric and rubs slow teasing circles.

His free hand makes its way to your chest and eagerly lifts your crop top and tugs your bra down to free your breasts. And latches his mouth to one of them and eagerly starts to suck on them, not even bothering to fully remove it.

He then starts to slowly suck on your nipples taking his sweet time with it while still paying attention to your cunt. His eyes are shut as if he was concentrating on the world's most important task ever. Your moans started to get louder and more whiny, and feel the flimsy fabric of your panties sticking to your folds by now.

He suddenly pinches your clit at the same time he gives a harsh tug at your nipple. Your body twitches from the sensation and you whine louder than before. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you gasped for breaths.

You looked down to see his face and whined to him. “Leon, I want more…please.” Your voice was more breathy than before. You gave him a pout and looked at him with those same needy eyes which he usually gave into.

He feels so proud for having you this way, seeing how quickly you used to melt for him and gave him the control he was so desperately craving without any resistance. And he loved it every single time. Seeing your red pouty lips, eyes filled with lust, messed up hair, flushed face, it made his heart skip a few beats every time… He could always get lost in your beauty and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Leon presses a kiss at your temple and drops another at your shoulder. And smirks and in a taunting tone whispers. “We just started baby, Already can't last hmm?”

Ass. That's what he was. An ass for using your words against you.

He then pulls back and you whine at the loss of his touch. Panting softly, your skin feeling as if it was burning under his hot gaze. You look up at him and he wasn't any better but he had a better control on it.

He grins and kisses you softly on the lips to make up for the teasing and softly asks “Want to move this to the bedroom?” You nod and kiss him back. Wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him close.

You both kiss each other softly and he slowly removes the rest of your clothes and lifts you up in his arms and slowly stands up. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Your hands gripping his shoulders and continue to kiss him softly while he makes his way to his bedroom.

He places his hands on your hips to hold you and never breaks the kiss even once. If anything he pulls you more close and deepens the kisses. He opens his bedroom door and slowly lays you down on bed and pulls away a bit and smiles at you and softly whispers. “Want more?”

You nod and he leans in close and deepens the kiss. Gently caressing your body all over, his hands kneading the soft plush fat of your thighs and hips. Tongue exploring your mouth sensually while kissing you. Both of your eyes closed while enjoying the sensual kisses and touches. This was much calmer than what you both were doing earlier but still very sensual to keep you both going.

“Feeling better?” He mumbles against your lips.

You chuckle softly and in a teasing tone reply. “I would feel much better when you actually start.”

You feel a deep rumble from his chest as he laughs softly at that and shakes his head lightly. His voice takes a quick change from soft to sweetly seductive and whispers. “Fucking insatiable…Love it. Who could tell that a cutie like you was such a slut inside. But you are not gonna hear any complaints from me.”

Your cheeks burn red from his words as he now starts to kiss your neck and collarbone. A moan slipped from your mouth when he pressed himself forward and his boner made contact with your sensitive clit, letting you feel how much he was turned on right now. The cloth of his sweatpants gave enough friction to feel amazing as you started to grind against him, wanting to continue where he left off.

Soft grunts slipped from his mouth as he felt you eagerly rub your pussy against him. A rough chuckle leaves his lips and he mumbles. “Patience baby…” and moves his hips away to stop it, pulling a whine from your mouth from frustration.

He brings your lips in a deep kiss which you were more than happy to respond to. His hands found their way back to your chest to your breasts. Groping and massaging them and giving light tugs at your nipple which made your body twitch in excitement.

He then tugged your lower lip, gave a harsh bite to it and tweaked your nipple lightly. He continues this motion of torturing you like this. While you lay there under him writhing and moaning for him. “Leon… I can't take it… please..”

The little piece of shit just laughs and tweaks your nipples once more making you whimper for him. And in a taunting tone says. “Oh yeah? You can't take it hmm? Too damn bad…”

You feel him rubbing those little buds under his thumb sometimes rolling it between his fingers while basically tongue fucking your mouth. You whimper, whine and even try to push him off but if anything that encourages him to do more of that.

Soon you feel that invisible band in your stomach stretching and stretching… just waiting to snap. And Leon notices it, the way your body starts shivering and your moans get louder. He then leans in to whisper. “Gonna cum baby?”

You nod and look at him with a pout. “Please…” He just smirks and keeps doing what he was doing. Your body twitches and holds onto his shoulders. Your eyes flutter shut. You are just so close… Right… there.

And he pulls away.

Your eyes immediately shoot open. “Nooo!” A loud whine leaves your lips and look up at him with a frustrated expression.

How could he do this to you? Such a fucking tease? And you were so fucking close and he just had to pull away and ruin it.

He had a big shit eating grin on his face but he wasn't faring any better than you were. His shirt was clinging to his body, face flushed red and his hair messed up. And the way you can see his dick bulging in his pants proved he was just as pent up as you.

He was just teasing both of you to hell. Asshole.

You gave a pout as the tears from frustration started to brim in your eyes. “You are so mean…”

Leon smiles as he leans down closer to you and softly coos to you. “Aww… is my baby angry at me?”

You nod and continue to pout at him. Leon smiles and takes your face in his hands. And kisses you gently on your soft lips. You don't kiss him back at first but you hear his soft whispers to forgive him for teasing you so much. “Please baby… forgive me? I swear I wouldn't tease you now… Kiss me back?”

And you really wanted to stay mad at him but… you couldn't do that for much long.

How could you when he looked at you with those blue lust blown eyes and gave you soft kisses across your face to make you forgive him?

You then slowly kissed him back and he was more than happy to oblige. Kissing you softly, taking his time to ease you and then he says. “Ride my face? I promise I will let you cum this time..”

Your face went red and your eyes widened and mumbled against his lips. “Really? Are you sure you want me to do that?”

You feel him nod, lightly tugging at your lower lip and say. “Of course…Want that pretty pussy of yours on my face.”

It's not like this was your first time riding his face either...

Your face goes red but you are more excited than embarrassed. You nod and kiss him back with more fervor. “Okay… I will.”

He pulls away and finally removes his clothes. Removing his sweatpants and freeing his cock from it. Groaning softly as his cock slaps against his stomach. Precum leaking from his cock. Spreading it with his thumb from his tip to the rest and lightly strokes himself. Hissing at how sensitive his cock was from all that teasing.

Your mouth waters at the sight of him naked. His body was littered with scars but that only made him more alluring at this moment. You just wanted to kiss and nibble on each scar till he was red from all the hickeys. It always took your breath away when you watched him like this.

You lick your lips and come closer to him and give him your most innocent doe eyes and make your voice as seductive as possible. “Can I taste you?”

Leon feels his cock twitch at the request and lightly bites his lips. He was really really tempted to take you up on that offer but he had other plans…

He tilts your chin up and says. “Look at you… so eager for this cock hmm? Already want to wrap your pretty lips on it.”

You feel yourself getting more slicked from his words and eagerly nod. “Yes…please, want to suck your cock so bad…”

Leon smirks and gives a teasing kiss on your lips. “Some other time baby, want you to ride my face today.”

Your face flushes deep red and nod. “Okay…”

He grins and lays back down on bed adjusting himself with pillows under his head and motions for you to come up.

You bite your lip and slowly crawl over to him. Slowly bringing your thighs on either side of his head, hands grasping at the headboard as you position yourself over his face.

A loud groan leaves his lips as his eyes locks down at your drenched cunt. He licks his lips and feels his mouth water, he immediately grasps your hips and thighs and positions your cunt in front of his hungry mouth.

You gasp softly as you feel him suddenly shift you more and look down at how hungrily he was looking at you.

Leon moves his hands to your ass and squeezes it gently. And looks at you. “Come on baby sit. And don't hover, don't want to waste a drop of you” His words make your stomach flip. Your heart thundering in your chest as you try to come up with something to say but feel your words stuck in your throat.

You bite your lips and follow his words. And slowly sit down on his face and the moan he let's out when his tongue makes contact with your clit was downright pathetic. He immediately tightens his grip around your thighs and your ass, closing his eyes and lapping at your cunt happily.

You moan softly as you feel his tongue give you lazy, slow licks from your labia to your clit. Taking his time with it, slowly tasting through your folds. Swirling his tongue around your already sensitive clit giving it occasional tugs with his teeth.

Your body twitches above him as your moans turn into cries of pleasure. Trying to move away from his face but he grunts and grabs your ass and pulls you back in. Giving your ass a light spank, “Don't move…”

You squeal and close your eyes as you focus on his tongue, trying not to move that much. Biting your lip, one of your hands makes into his hair. He groans at the feeling of your fingers lightly threading through his hair. And pushes his tongue inside your sopping hole, slowly fucking you with it.

He moans when he feels your juices on his tongue. You always tasted like a fucking heaven to him. He could stay between your thighs all day if he could. Drinking what you had to give to him while hearing sweet chorus of whines and moans as they left your mouth, his own favorite music to listen to when he came back home from those fucked up missions.

You were his personal haven, letting him have you like this, he felt the luckiest man in the world. Feeling you tug his hair, squirming on his mouth and still riding his mouth like it was your last day on earth. He fucking loved it. He could get off on having you just like this.

Your thighs squeeze around his head and tug at his hair a bit harder than necessary pulling a groan out of him. It only encouraged him to fuck his tongue into you faster. You squealed a bit as lifted you up a bit only to feel two of his fingers enter your cunt drawing a long moan out of you. Slowly sliding in and out of you, your wet walls eagerly sucking him back in.

A loud groan leaves your lips when he starts to suck on your clit too. “Oh fuck…Leon!” Hips moving on its own, as he continues to finger you and tug at your clit. Curling his fingers inside and moving them against the spot which always made you see stars. Your body twitches and eyes roll in the back of your head as he moves his fingers faster.

His fingers constantly assaulting that sweet spot within you, sometimes slowing them down to hear your pretty whines of protest and suddenly increasing the pace just to fuck with you. Feeling your thighs squeeze around his head tightly drawing a loud groan from him, the vibrations going straight to your core and giving you an instant jolt of pleasure.

All the teasing slowly piled up and you felt that familiar band in your core just waiting to snap at any moment. You clenched tightly around his fingers. He hummed in satisfaction as he felt you do that, removing his fingers and pushing his tongue inside, wanting you to cum on his tongue instead.

He held your hips tightly to support you and let you ride his face as much as you wanted. Both of your hands going down to his hair, tugging at it while riding his face at your pace. Your clit constantly bumping against his nose making you a moaning mess above him. “Fuckkkk… Leon… feels so good… Just like that! Fuck! Yes!”

His eyes roll in the back of his head as he feels the stinging pain as you tug at his hair. Loving the pain and pleasure that came with it. One of his hands goes down to his cock and stroking himself in time with the pace that you set. Feeling himself getting closer and closer as you both kept going.

He felt he could burst at any moment just from hearing the lewd noises you both were making. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

You open your eyes, your gaze drifting to the sight of him between your legs. And it instantly brought you closer to the edge than ever. His eyes were screwed shut, focused on giving you the high you were so eagerly chasing. His grip on your ass was tight enough to leave bruises, not that you cared.

You loved seeing his marks on your body anyway.

“M’ gonna cum… so close…” you whined as you looked down at him. His eyes opened to look at the heavenly sight of you writhing above him and smirked.

He winked at you and moved his tongue faster inside you and gave you a sudden spank from the hand that was already gripping you while he stroked himself with the other.

You whine from the spank and feel that band inside you finally snap “Leon!”. He soon comes after you with a loud groan and hisses as ropes of thick hot cum fall on his thighs and abs.

Your body twitches and shakes when the euphoria flows through your body. You felt so lightweight, feeling like you could drop at any moment. Leon gently grasped your waist with one hand and the other on your thigh, slowly helping you ride through your high. And eagerly drank up every drop. Humming softly in satisfaction.

You whined softly still feeling his tongue swirl around your clit. You tried to get off of him whining softly in protest and he gently lowered you down in bed. His chin was soaked with your release as he wiped it away with the back of his hand.

He brought you close to him, pressing you against him and giving soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks. Both of you were breathing heavily in each other's arms. His soft kisses act as a soothing balm to your tired body.

You gently caressed his hair and face in return as he started to pepper kisses along your collarbone now. “Feeling good?” Leon's soft voice entered your dazed mind. You smiled lazily at him and sighed softly. “I feel amazing…”

Leon chuckled and gave a soft kiss to your crown and pulled you closer. “Good…I would be disappointed otherwise.”

You chuckled and teasingly say. “In me or yourself?” He snickered and replied “You of course. I am amazing at what I do.”

You raise an eyebrow at him and say. “And I am not?” Leon smirked and bit your earlobe playfully. “That’s up for debate…”

You scoffed, giving him an offended look at him and narrowed your eyes at him “Excuse me?”

Leon had to bite back a chuckle as he saw you trying to be serious, and he could tell that you weren't serious either. Seeing your smile threatening to take over your face.

You huff when you saw a chuckle slipping from him. “You are laughing at me aren't you?” Still keeping your eyes narrowed at him.

Leon cleared his throat, trying his best to be serious. “No, I would never laugh at you.”

You rolled your eyes at him and said. “Liar.”

Leon chuckled, shaking his head in amusement and playfully whispered. “You look cute when you are angry.”

Your eyes widened at his words and looked away from him to hide your blushing face from his comment “Whatever.”

Leon chuckled. “Uh huh… What is this then?” Poking at your red cheeks.

You pouted at him and huffed. “Nothing okay? Just shut up.”

Leon’s snickered and a mischievous grin spread on his face. “You want me to shut up? Sit on my face again and then I will think.”

Leon's smirk widened as he saw your face flush red and looking away from him, squirming slightly as you thought about doing it again. Leon squished your cheeks and turned your face back towards him and looked at you with a smug face.

“You want to sit on my face again don't you?” A knowing smug smile on his face.

Your face turned beet red as you felt yourself heat up again from his words and slowly nodded.

Leon smirked and started to kiss your neck all over again and mumbled. “So...fucking...insatiable.”

This was sure as hell gonna be a long night for both of you. But none of you had any complaints.

God. It's done. Oh my god. FINALLY. I honestly didn't expect this to take so much of my time but it surprisingly did. I guess it did cause it's my first time writing smut rather than consuming it lol.

Anyways... I hope you liked this fic. Hope it made your day!!🥰😊.

Until next time 😊❤

-Bella

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shycloudkitty · 4 months

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JUST A LITTLE TOUCH

Summary: You have been in a friends with benefits relationship with Leon for almost two years. After one of your *stress relief* sessions with Leon, things start to change between you both when he takes one small step in opening himself.

Pairing: RE6 Leon Kennedy! × Fem! Reader

Tags: Mentions of sex in some parts, pure fluff, drinking, angst with lots of comfort.

A/N: Hello guys! I am so so excited for my first fic ever!!! I am so happy rn. Happy new year to you all🥰🥰🥰. Hope you all enjoy this!! Don't forget to show your appreciation by liking it, commenting on it and reblogging on it. A huge thanks to @nexysworld @luniaxi @elfven-blog @kennedyswhore for encouraging me🥰🥰🥰.

Words in bold and italics are Leon thoughts. Like this…

Also guys there's only one sentence which is only in bold and not italics so be careful about it. 🤭🤭

Word count : 5.2K

The room was warm after the shared moments between you and him. Sheets crumpled, Hair messed up, scent of sweat and sex still lingering in the air a little bit. You were lying in bed sleeping and resting yourself after one of many wonderful moments you had with Leon.

Your eyes flutter open slightly and you stretched your arms a bit. As you did you realised he wasn’t lying beside you… That definitely you woke up. Even if he wasn’t that much into cuddling he still used to be beside you. You frowned and sighed tiredly then slowly sat up. Looking around the room you rubbed your face to get the sleepiness out of you. Two years of doing this and by now you could probably guess what he was doing by now.

Probably needed a drink.

That’s what he usually did…You knew after sex he tended to be a bit *disconnected* his mood used to be off. After you guys were done and saw him spacing out, you often used to hold his hand, squeezing it gently and kissing his cheek lightly. He used to give a small smile and sometimes… you did catch him blushing once in a while which was adorable.

You slowly got up from bed and stretched your arms above your head and sighed softly. You wore your shirt and your shorts. And made your way towards the living room.

There he was… Reaching up to his liquor cabinet and taking out one of his whiskey bottles. His back turned to you. Wearing one of his blue shirts and grey sweatpants. You swear you never saw that cabinet empty, sometimes it was even more stocked than his fridge.

He took one of the glasses and poured himself a drink. “Want anything to drink?” His gruff voice echoed in the room. He didn’t had to look up and turn his back to see you were awake. His senses were sharp after all.

You walk towards him and lean against the counter and smile at him. “Sure… Would love one right now…” You never liked it when he used to just get so lonely. You just wanted to help him… a little bit. It was hard not to care for a guy like him.

He sets a second glass In front of you and pours some for you. Still looking pretty unphased. He finally looks up at you and passes you the glass. You could see it in his eyes that he was there… but not there at the same time. But you knew him long enough, had an understanding of each other, even if he’s not openly emotional, he appreciates the company.

You decided to break the ice when you just saw him staring at you… spacing out a bit. You gave one of your playful smiles and in a teasing tone asked. “Why the long face? Am I really that terrible in bed?” taking a sip of your drink.

He doesn’t take well to teasing sometimes, but that gets a rare chuckle out of him. “Maybe” he teases back.

You scoff lightly, giving him an offended look and playfully say “Ouch. Didn’t know we were giving each other reviews… want me to give you one?”

He chuckles again and with a cocky smirk says. “I guess it will be 10 out of 10 considering how much I had you begging for more at the end of it.” His voice sultry.

More like 11 out of 10 but who’s counting anyways?

You scoff and look away to hide your flustered face. “You… are insufferable.” Not wanting to admit the fact he was right.

Leon chuckles for a while, his mood slightly better but after a moment he sighs and says. “Just… been thinking.” He usually didn’t admit what he was feeling at the moment always kept his true feelings and face hidden.

You look up at him and softly said “About work?” He nods and that’s all you get. He walks over to the couch and sits down with a light huff “Mmhmm”.

You sit beside him on the couch and slowly ask “Is it important or just overthinking”. He looks down at his drink, thinking. He sighs. “Bit of both, really…” He chuckles lightly. He can’t deny how right you were. It’s eating at him a bit.

There’s a stretch of silence between you two after that. Leon looking at his drink and taking a small sip of it while you sit beside him thinking how to comfort him on that. Like… What do you even say to the person who had a much rougher life than any normal person had? After much thinking, you then scoot closer to him and gently pat his back and give him a soft smile. You don’t know if that action was awkward or comforting. You looked like you were patting a sad child. But you didn’t know what else to do & you really wanted to be there for him.

He was surprised a bit, looking over at you he couldn’t help himself but smile at your action. It did help him, even a little bit. “I just…” He stops, a hint of pain in his voice. “I just wish I could tell you…everything.”

What? Did he really said that? Did he really felt like that? Your eyes widened and you stopped smiling momentarily. That was so unusual of him… You then slowly regained your composure and slowly asked him. “Oh so… do you wanna talk about it?”.

“No” He replied almost too quickly, shaking his head. “I mean…Look, I can’t.” And gulps down his whiskey in one go like it was water. He’s never quite been this… vulnerable around you before. It’s like he’s a little taken aback at his own actions.

You still smile at him and kiss his cheek lightly. “That’s okay…” He can’t help a slight blush, before looking away. “…Thanks.” God was he awkward.

He sighs, looking over at his liquor cabinet. He considers getting another drink. He gets up and glances at you briefly for a second and says. “I’m gonna…go get a refill.” “Want anything else?” He asked.

Now that you think about it, you could use something to eat. “Mmm… yeah I am a bit hungry.”

He nods and says “Hungry, huh? I’ll order us some food.” He grins a bit as he walks away, heading towards the kitchen. “We can watch a movie till it gets here.” He says, over his shoulder and pours himself another drink.

You chuckle lightly and say in a light hearted manner. “Uh huh.. A movie you say? Which one?”

Leon stops for a moment, his back still facing you and simply say. “Horror movie. I wanna scare you a bit.” You groan and he glances over his shoulder at you smiling. “Or maybe I should be the scared one?” Chuckling a bit at his own words. “I know you love horror stuff.”

No you don’t. At what part of you hiding your face behind a pillow whenever a jumpscare comes and scares the shit out of you, was loving ‘horror stuff’? You roll your eyes and look at him raising an eyebrow at him. “Oh come on…You just wanna watch me scream. That’s what you really like.”

You mentally face palm yourself as you realize what you just said and watch as he smirks and starts to say. “I mean I do make you scream whenever you are here so…”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he laughed seeing your reaction. You groaned. Him and his cheesiness. “I didn’t mean it that way and you know it… You are such a big meanie.”

He chuckled and poured himself his third drink and doesn’t turn around and sarcastically says “Am not. I’m a big softie.” A big smirk present on his face.

“And hey, I’ll let you choose the movie. So go ahead. Pick it out.” Coming back to the couch and taking his phone out to place order for two pizzas which doesn’t take long to order as he does remember your favourite. It wasn’t like this was first movie night you guys had. You used to have them whenever he was bored or wanted to keep his mind off things. Eating pizza or ramen while you rambled to him about your day while he patiently just listened to each word. Although… you both soon got distracted and moved things to the bedroom… so it will always ended on a splendid note.

You laugh and teasingly say. “Ohh… don’t give me that much power or I will make you watch a chick flick with me.”

He laughed and looked up at her and gave her a dramatically sigh. “I mean, I could suffer through it. You’re worth it.” He grins when he watches you blush and shyly look away.

He was never going to admit it out loud but he loved making you blush, watching that rose pink colour slowly filled your cheeks. He always thought that it suited you. And he didn’t even had to do much, he could compliment you anytime and you would shyly look away trying to show his words weren’t affecting you but the colour on your cheeks told him everything that needed to know.

He then shrugs and says. “But really, I’ve never been all that scared of horror.” As if to prove his point, he pulls his sleeves back a little, revealing claw marks and scars on his forearm. “I’ve been through a lot worse than a jumpscare and some spooky music.” Chuckling a bit at the end.

You bit your lip and looked at his forearm with a sense of pity. There were old scars which had faded replaced by new ones. You knew he used to work in DSO and fought bioweapons. Yeah he told you, reluctantly when you probed him about his job. But that was it. He never ever shared on what he had to go through in his job. And honestly looking at it… you really couldn’t even begin to imagine on what he had to see or face through.

And it isn’t really the first time seeing them but looking up at them close…That was different. You slowly bring your hand and gently trace his scars with your fingers. A bit curious how they were formed in the first place. You looked up at him concern visible in your eyes.

He doesn’t say a word at your touch. He notices your hesitation but was too focused on the fact that you touched them willingly. Don’t you find them ugly? It’s not like they were pretty to look at. He doesn’t often show anyone his scars, and he’s never quite let you touch them before. He looks down at you, surprised at your curiosity over them. Looking back down at your touch again, not quite knowing what to do or say. Should he have stopped you? He thinks to himself.

You then hesitantly asks. “...Is that what you always go through?” Your voice low as you tried to imagine the horrors he had to go through.

His eyes follow your touch as you continue with it. He watches you with a sort of silent disbelief as you ask your question. To him, his work is just…normal. But you look at him like you just asked him the world. He sighs and says. “I've been in plenty of bad situations, yeah,” he chuckles lightly and sips his drink. “But its… it’s what I do. Someone’s gotta do it.”

You removed your hand as he started to roll down his sleeves a bit hurriedly, hiding them away before you asked something else. You look up at him and say. “Must be hard… that’s very brave of you…” you were a bit surprised on how casual he was about all this. But all he did was shrug and reply “I can’t really say I’m brave, just doing my job. Like I said, someone’s gotta do it.”

He drains his glass, looking at it and scoffing to himself a bit and replies. “But Thanks…” sensing the topic was over you didn’t probe him further than that.

Soon his door bell rings and he gets up to receive the order. Comes back and sets down the boxes. He looks at you and raises an eyebrow. “Wanna eat and choose the movie?”

You chuckle and nod. “Sounds good…” You pass him your glass to refill it and he does that. Keeping the bottle on the coffee table as you browsed on Netflix on what to watch. “So how about conjuring..?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Pick something scary. That’s nothing.”

You frown at him and say. “Hey that’s scary…” Leon shakes his head and takes the remote. “Give me that…” and starts browsing.

You scoff and try to take back the remote and say. “No way, last time you chose hereditary and I had to sleep with lights on that night.”

Leon doesn’t give back the remote and say. “Well I won’t choose that then. What about midsommar?”

Your eyes widen and try to take back the remote again and say. “No way, give me that. I hate cult movies.”

After 10 minutes of you guys fighting on which movie to see. You both decide to watch IT. Which already has you hiding your face behind a cushion. He chuckles seeing you that way and pats your knee lightly and puts an arm around you. “Don’t worry, I won’t let that clown take you down the drain with him and make you float.”

You chuckle and teasingly say. “Aww… will you keep me safe and tucked away from him?”

Leon rolls his eyes and chuckles. He replies sarcastically. “Yeah yeah I will…be your knight in shining armor.” Looking at you with a cocky smirk which had you giggling.

You shake your head and eat your slice and so does he as you relax and watch the movie. He looks over at you as you hide your face in his shoulder when it got scary, peeking a little bit to watch the screen not wanting to miss it. He smiled to himself.

You were really so cute to him… so innocent and sweet. Sometimes all he wanted was to tuck you away in a safe place and watch over you, keeping a sweet thing like you away from every horrific things he had witnessed.

“Are you cozy?” he asks suddenly. But your body language gives it away-he can tell you’re comfortable. He feels his heart pound in his chest as he feels something fuzzy inside. What am I even doing?. It was clear that he was enjoying this too but he really didn’t wanna show that he was enjoying this too much. You smile and nod.

“Yeah It’s really cozy… you make a really cozy pillow you know.” Chuckling softly at him. He chuckles too finding your description of him amusing.

“Oh am I?” His gaze returns to the screen. He was definitely trying to be flirty as he felt his cheeks warm up a bit. But a nagging feeling deep inside his mind just keeps eating him. This is…dangerous. Can’t stay like this for longer.

While his mind runs wild with all the chaotic thoughts bubbling over while you were looking at the same forearm which had rolled up a bit giving another peek at his scars. You couldn’t help but get distracted by it. His whole attitude about how this was just work and how aloof he was about the whole ordeal. It just didn’t sit right with you. He couldn’t be numb to all of this… or was he? You think for a moment. He never got this close. Like never. And you never forced him either, it’s not like you were obligated to know about his work or nightmares…or his demons.

Your curiosity bubbled over and slowly brought your hand and shifted his sleeves a bit more to look at them. Doing it slowly so to not disturb him in that moment. And gently tracing small, slow circles on one of the scars.

His eyes widened a bit and looks down at your slow touch, calming him down almost instantly and pulling him to reality and away from his drowning thoughts. Your gentle touch, the circles you create. He feels a warm sensation run up his arm, and he suddenly feels… odd. He looks over at you, but can’t meet your gaze for more than a few seconds before he looks back down. He stares at your hand touching his arm, not moving away or resisting. His heart pounds faster. He doesn’t feel cold anymore. He feels too warm. It’s hard not to melt under your touch. You then ask him softly. “You never allowed me to touch them like this before...” your gaze fixed at the scars.

This will never be ‘normal' to you. Will never make you think like this wasn’t a big deal or that the things he used to do weren’t ‘brave' or that it was 'just a job’. Even lasting this long in this field was an achievement in itself. This job took so much away from him… but he’s still standing... But at what cost?

“I didn’t want you to be worried, that’s all. Like I said, it’s… normal to me. Like any other day.” He tries to brush it off and return his focus to the movie. But he can’t help but find himself sneaking glances at his arm. And your fingers making slow, even circles on his skin. He feels his stomach sinking, but he doesn’t fight it like he usually would…

You shake your head and look up at him. Biting your lip a bit and softly whispering. “No… I mean… you didn’t let me touch them like this… is that the only reason you didn’t let me touch them before?”

Leon swallows, realizing what you’re trying to say. He looks back at your hand looking at your loving touch, his heart pounding in his chest was not helping him either. And he wonders If she’s this intimate with me… Why did I try to shut it down earlier? Is this how it feels?

“Were you… Afraid? That I would judge you?” Your soft voice bringing him to reality once more and making him think about that answer. Torn between telling you the truth or lying to avoid being vulnerable further and be dismissive about it.

But maybe it was your voice that gave his poor soul a hope that someone gave a damn about him, your eyes which were curious but also concerned for him or your soothing touch which had some miraculous power to be able to quiet down his anxiety and trauma driven thoughts. So he opens up. Just once.

He's silent for a few more moments and nods. “… yeah. I was.” He says after a while, his voice quiet. He looks down at your fingers again thinking why would you even bother making him feel better about himself. “You've never been close… like this with me… so… intimate.” He murmurs. “I was scared to let you get this close, I… I wanted it. But I…” He doesn’t need to complete that sentence, you can guess what he means.

He feels a soft peck on his cheek, feeling your soft lips lingering there for a moment. Just a little kiss to calm down his nervousness. And it works… he’s distracted that you did it but also so grateful. He looks over at you, still not used to expressing your attraction to him in these intimate ways. He blushes slightly, a look of soft confusion on his face once more, but he doesn’t seem to mind this time.

“Right…” He mumbles, glancing back at the screen and getting shy. He was so awkward he couldn’t express himself like you could but he also wanted to show you he cared so he brought you close just a little bit as your head was still resting on his shoulder and leaned into you slightly. It’s only a bit. Just enough to get a response, but not too much that he’s pushing the line.

You noticed his efforts and looked up at him with a smile. You couldn’t help but admire the way his hair fell perfectly across his face some of it concealing his blush but just enough to reveal he was blushing and was shy. And his icy blue eyes that shows that he isn’t completely numb to everything life has to offer…

You scoot closer to him almost cuddling with him. And squeeze his arm gently and touches his scars again but this time drawing small stars on them. “Is this uncomfortable?”

He tries not to make a sound afraid that he might ruin this moment. As he feels all these new feelings flow through him making his heart skip a few beats. His body language is soft and comfortable with you.

He swallows and shakes his head. “…no. It’s nice.” He mumbles. He doesn’t move away, or push your hand off him. He then looks down at your hand drawing stars around his scars and sighed softly. A soft smile on his face. He then looks back at the screen but his thoughts focused on you. The movie was almost finished but you both continued to watch it in comfortable silence. He’s always been a nervous guy, but these nerves are the good kind.

You then slowly stop drawing stars and gently hold his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and he feels like his heart could burst out of his chest right now. Feeling your skin on his, your warmth flowing into his soul. He looks at the movie, then at you. How did we get here? When did things… change? Is this for the better or worse? Why even care for a monster like him? He wonders. He looks at your hands intertwined in his. And he swallows hard. He doesn’t pull away, or move your hand. He lets it happen.

“Can I ask you something?” your soft voice comes through and he looks down at you. He nods without hesitation, his head still facing the screen even if the movie was finished and credits were rolling. “Go ahead.” He says, his voice low but still soft.

You clear your throat. You were a bit nervous to ask this questions cause well…it was personal. “You know you don’t have to answer it or anything but I am just curious…Umm…On your missions. Did it ever feel like you won’t return?”

He thinks for a moment, then softly chuckles. “Once or twice…” He mumbles still not facing you. “But I guess when you do this every day… you get used to it.” He swallows hard and sighs. “I have…considered it before though.” He says after a few moments. What would my funeral be like? He had wondered before. Would you even care enough to show up for the last time? Will there be other people there singing how great he was like they did now or would he be tossed aside like trash and replaced by someone young and better, forgotten by all of his peers? Would you just… move on to someone else without giving him a second thought? He shook his head to toss aside those thoughts but he couldn’t. They plagued his mind day and night like a curse.

You nod listening to his words, seeing him space out once more in his thoughts. You then softly say. “And what did it felt like… when you actually returned home? When you thought it was probably your last day on earth… What did it felt like when you came back?” you imagined he was relieved of course but you wanted to listen to him.

You were probably the first person who actually cared enough to ask what he ‘felt’ after & during those awful, god-forsaken missions. You were also the first one who wanted to listen to his story who wouldn’t dismiss him saying ‘this is part of the job’ or ‘everyone goes through this… suck it up’. No you were more kind hearted than that and he couldn’t help but slowly succumb to that kindness.

He swallows hard, glancing at you. He closes his eyes for a moment to think about your question, your hand still intertwining his. Giving him something to ground himself and calm him down. He sighs, and opens his eyes again.

“Relief.” He says simply.

“Relief that I’m not dead. Joy that I came back alive. And… and…” He pauses for a moment, searching for the right words – only to fail to find them. He looks down again looking at the joined hands.

You smile from his words and try to complete his sentence. “Grateful?”

He looks at you, considering your words for a moment. He looks back down and swallows hard and nods. “Yeah. Yeah, grateful. Definitely.” He chuckles, his voice soft and quiet. “And…” He pauses for a moment and adds. “Sometimes a little guilty.” He whispers, looking back at the screen.

That catches you a bit off guard. After all why would he feel guilty when he came back alive? Not expecting him to say of all things. And simply ask “Why?”

“Some of my teammates… they… never made it back. And I should be with them.” He glances back at you. “But I don’t want to be…” He says after a few moments.

He needs a hug. He looks at you, wanting to bury his face in your neck and wrap his arms around your waist and hold you tightly till your warmth envelops him and make him feel safe. But he feels awkward asking for it. Like…would you consider him a weirdo if he asked you for it? He looks away from you and tries not to show the fact he needed someone to just hold him.

You squeeze his hand gently not knowing how far you can go… afraid that he would pull back at any moment after opening so much to you. And softly said. “I am sorry about that…”

He looks down at your hand, your soft skin was a direct contrast when compared to his. His hands calloused and rough but that didn’t stop you from being gentle with him. He then nods, “Thanks.” He says softly and sighs a bit in relief. Feeling a bit better after talking about it.

But he couldn’t help but realize that he was falling for you just like this? And it all felt… so nice? Is that how it feels when you fall in love with someone?

You then look up at him and clear your throat once more. This time you more nervous cause you had a *small* confession to make. “Uhh… by the way… just so you know. I do care, wondering when you will be back. I always wish you come back in one piece.” A blush rising in your cheeks after saying that.

Leon looked down at you surprised and after few beats of silence he softly asks. “Really?” His expression soft and vulnerable.

Honestly, it was a bit hard for you to open up too. You both have never been so… emotionally close like this during the time you have been together. So it’s a bit unnerving but if he could open up so much, you could too.

With a smile you replied. “Well yeah… I mean who would tease me with their awful cheesy jokes when we have movie nights like these…” Trying to make the moment light-hearted with a bit of teasing.

Leon couldn’t help but laugh a bit from the comment and roll his eyes and says. “Yeah? That’s what I am for? Make you laugh with my ‘cheesy jokes'?”

You chuckled and playfully nodded. “Yes… obviously.”

“I can’t believe you are using me just for jokes.” Playfully narrowing his eyes at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh “Well… I can’t help it. I just love your jokes which make me roll my eyes and groan at how stupid they are...”

After a beat, you both share a laugh and Leon playfully says. “You are more cheesy than me.”

“Your fault by the way…” Making Leon smirk a little bit.

You rest your head back on his shoulder and sigh contentedly.

It feels better now that you both have talked about your ‘feelings'. Much more relaxed… Maybe feelings don’t have to be complicated. Walls that you both made back then to protect oneself from a possible heartbreak were slowly crumbling down and you didn’t seem to mind it and neither did he.

Leon sighs and softly says. “Thank you… By the way… I know I am not easy to be with…” Holding you closer and caressing your arm gently.

You shake your head and reply softly. “No, it’s not that… it’s okay. I am actually… okay…with how you are.”

“Really?” He asks, with glancing at you look at your expression. He swallows, his heart racing once more.

You bring your intertwined hands closer and press a kiss to the side of his hand and smile at him. “Yeah… I never found you difficult to be with. I am more myself when I am with you…” Your own heart races at your another small confession, which was huge to him.

Leon swallows, he was sure that you made his heart stop with your words and that little kiss. He looks away from you for a moment and takes a deep breath then looks back at you.

“You don’t find me difficult? A bit too much to be with? Am I…too much?” He asks, his words quiet. He doesn’t want to sound too needy but he is. But there’s no hiding that right now.

You then shake your head and gives him a small smile. “No… I mean.. I get it you know… your job is difficult and you need to be at your best at every moment… But even then, you are just the right amount.”

He blushes a deep red and tries to maintain an eye contact with you but can’t help but shy away. Can’t help but a surge of emotions flowing through his so called cold heart. Finding himself looking at your lush lips- and he struggles to say anything at the moment.

“Just the right amount? Not too much… not too little?” Leon asks cautiously still finding your words hard to believe. Some one who didn't find him too much. It had to a be a dream.

Is this real? Can this be real?

“Yeah you are…” You answer him honestly. And cup the side of his face and caress his jaw gently, softly whispered. “You are perfect to me.”

My heart…

“Can… can I kiss you?” He whispers to you.

“Yes…” You whispered back.

He doesn’t hesitates as soon as you say yes, He leans in and kisses you. Pressing his lips gently against yours. He’s so close you can feel the heat from his body as you kiss. It wasn’t like you never kissed each other… But this one gave you both intense butterflies and made your heart pound like crazy in your chest.

My god…

He pulls away after a moment, his lips soft. He looks back at you, your eyes meet his and tries to speak something but can’t find anything to say. Opening his mouth trying to form words after he kissed the love of his life but words just got stuck in his throat.

You smiled and cupped his face and kisses him on the forehead and softly whisper. “It’s okay… I know… Just relax with me for a moment…”

Wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly and he does the same. Hugging you back just as tightly and resting his forehead against yours. Kissing you softly on the forehead before softly whispering.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

PHEW. God I am nervous about this one... Wish you guys a very happy new year and enjoy the holidays. And I really hope this fanfic made your day! 🥰🥰🥰

Until next time❤

-Bella

#300 notes on my first fic OMG😭😭#Y'all are too sweet😭#Thank you for showing this fic the Love it is getting.#Have a few more fics on the way #stay tuned #bella fics #resident evil 6 #leon kennedy × reader #leon kennedy

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shycloudkitty · 4 months

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Room Service

Leon Kennedy x Maid! Fem reader (AFAB)

Tags: NSFW MINORS DON'T INTERACT, Smut, Slight Dubcon, unprotected PnV, Degradation kink, Sir kink, Praise Kink, Creampie, OOC LEON.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: dividers by @/CafeKitsune.

Leon had become a regular in your hotel, every time he came on vacation, which was maybe a week, maybe the entire 4, every 6 months, if he was lucky at that.

And as always he ordered room 607 on the last floor, your floor. So it was only natural every time he came you would be the one providing meals cleaning his room while he went out to do god knows what and bring anything he may ask for.

You got a light for his room and quickly made your way to it, pushing along the cart full of anything you thought Leon may need. Once there, you knocked "Room service!".

The door opened to find The blonde meeting you there, blue eyes staring directly into you "is it casualty that you're always the one serving me? Or do you go out of your way to do so sweet cheeks?" He bent slightly to be at your same height.

"You keep rooms on my floor sir" you replied shy.

"I see" he returned to his position, just to raise an eyebrow at the cart you had, it had blankets, a new pillow, snacks, even a kettle "cute."

"You requested me for?" You tried to divert your eyes from his half open shirt, revealing his chest, just keeping your head down.

"I need you to explain to me something sweetness" he said, stepping out of the way to let you in.

As you did, your eyes explored the room trying to find any issue you may have forgotten to fix. But instead, you found a pair of warm hands around your waist.

"Can you explain why your eyes are always on my chest?" He asked "eyes are up here dear" , his face right beside yours.

"i— i apologize sir" your voice a trembly mess as his thumbs slowly rubbing up and down on your waist "i didn't mean to—"

"You know, it's impolite to stare at people" he kept on. "Maybe i should teach you a lesson"

Your faced flushed red as you tried to move, to pull away from his warmth, trying to tell yourself you can't be doing this, much less with a patron.

"I— am... Really apologetic for my behavior sir, i- i will not do it again" you tried again, but it was useless against Leon's snaking arm, while he still held you in place, his other hand reached down to them hem your skirt.

"Don't you think this is a bit too short dear? Don't see your lil friends going around with a skirt so short I can see their panties" you could feel the vibrations of his throat on your shoulder "then again, you're really just a stupid slut that thinks its ok to oggle a patron."

He lifted up your dress, making you yelp slightly. "Of coursed is laced" he grunted, dropping the skirt, his eyes going back to look at you "Bend over"

"Sir— i don't really think this is-"

"I said Bend over" he repeated sternly.

Against the better judgement of your gut telling you to 'get the fuck out' you simply obeyed, your hand going on your thighs for balance.

"Atta girl" Leon smiled. His hands reaching to the back of your uniform, quickly lifting it up to your lower back, leaving you exposed.

His hands squeezing you, and playing with your cheeks, making you make a trembly complaint that was met with a hard slap.

He was telling you something that your mind couldn't register, too focused on the stinging pain that his swats brought to your behind, while your mind rushed telling you that you shouldn't be doing this.

What brought you back to from your weak attempt at a resolve to leave was the sudden feeling of the cold air in the room against your cunt. Looking down to she his hands sliding your panties down to your ankles.

"You really are a dumb whore, aren't you sweetheart?" His voice taunting as two of his digits ran up and down your slit "already dripping wet and i just spanked you."

You tried to protest, but were met with one his fingers inside you, gasping at the feeling, Leon hummed at the way you squeeze his middle finger " gon' be a tight fit" he commented, starting to thrust and curl his finger inside you, cupping your cunt with the rest of his hand.

You tried to stay stable but slightly stumbled, finally voicing out a pathetic "this... isn't allowed—" with struggling breath.

"Really? That's a shame" his voice mocking you as his other arm grapped around you once he noticed your struggles to stay standing "doesn't mean im stopping when that pretty hole is begging for my cock"

He sped up his hand before he paused just to slip another finger inside, the sorry sound of your moans filling the room as you squirmed, upper body trying to break from his mind breaking touch, while your hips stupidly rolled into his hands.

"No, non of that" he grunted "be a good girl and stay still" his voice was in a tone that just made you feel stupid every time.

You complied as he started to scissor your cunt open just to go back to curling fingers inside you, making you tremble as spit drooled from your open mouth.

"Think you can handle my cock sweetie?" He asked, almost implying he knows you're not going to be able.

"S-sir this isn't—"

"Did i ask if this is appropriate or did i ask if you can handle me?" He cut you off immediately.

You stayed as quiet as possible, counting your heavy breathing, and Leon grew impatient, he went even faster, curling up his fingers, making you scream and squirm.

"Mmm i think you can handle it"

You felt like you could explode any moment as the pressure build up inside you, but just as you were about to cum he pulled his fingers out.

"Lay on the bed" he barked.

You barely were able to, hearing his belt snap open and fall to the floor, you slightly looked back to see him free his cock, before he grabbed your head, pushing it against the matress.

All you could do was roll back your eyes as he pushed his length inside you, not caring for your time to adjust before he started pounding you.

It hurt slightly as he split you open, but fuck did it hurt so good.

To hell went any thought of rules, all you could focus on was how good it felt as he filled you up, hands gripping into the covers.

"Already cock drunk? Must've needed my cock since the first time i came here" he laughed cruelly as he thrusted with abandon, grunting slightly as you squeezed his cock.

The muffled moans became louder as he gripped you hair, pulling your face off the matress.

"Fuck— you're tight" he hissed.

"S-sir—" you whined.

"Want more doll?" His head tilted once you nodded, making his smirk.

You didn't think he could go deeper, nor harder, but he somehow did, his tip kissing your cervix every thrust until you felt your mind go absolutely blank.

Leon grunted as your walls started to flutter.

"Gonna be good and let me fill you up, right princess?" He huffed out.

"Uh-huh" you drooled out.

Feeling yourself come undone on his cock, twitching as you did, Leon giving you some final thrusts before making a sound that almost resembled a moan, spilling inside you.

The was a moment of silence where only your heavy breathing could be heard, Leon releasing your hair and pulling out slowly.

As he adjusted his boxers and pants with one hand, the other one went to go slowly up and down your ass.

"There's a good girl, did so good for me" his voice filled with a new found warmth.

He saw the mess he made of you and reached to fix you up himself, pulling your panties up and smoothing over your hair.

He smiled gently at your dazed face, giving you a kiss and handing you a card “if anything happens to your job, call me.”

#oh i would call him later #would never leave his ass

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shycloudkitty · 4 months

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a scar that won't heal

#break my heart why don't you #His character is so well written 😭😭#can't help but fall more in love with him 😭😭😭

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shycloudkitty · 4 months

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Thank you for the food😩😩😩

day three: mutual masturbation (leon/reader)

Rating: E

Leon Kennedy x reader

WC: 1.6K

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, rookie Leon, mutual pining, public sex, masturbation, inappropriate work relations, reader is called sir once (in a joke)

AO3 link

Tags :@ephemeris-equinox @trix-159 @lilacwitcher @allthefandomstogether @coco-cat @moolvn @glacierclear @bitingbody @sable-elk

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Leon had not expected to have his lunch with the STARS Alpha Team, but here he was. Sharing the small couch with you and Chris, the others were not so lucky, having to use the rickety chairs around the table.

You had invited him, in part because he hadn’t really gotten into the herd of R.P.D. officers and you took pity on him, but mainly because of how goddamn cute he was. That boyish charm with his sandy blond hair and chubby cheeks, a smile not yet affected by the horrors of the job made your heart burn in more ways than one.

He enjoyed this, not feeling so out of place as he thought when you’d asked him. Chris and Jill were doing the main bantering around the table making the lot of you laugh your asses off. Every time you laughed, all he could think about was just how much he wanted to be the cause of it.

He felt like he’d dug himself a grave by the growing crush he had on you, someone as pretty and funny as you couldn’t be interested in someone like him, right? A fresh, inexperienced rookie cop, compared to your achievements was nothing. The extra pounds he’d gained from all the “welcoming sweets” at the station combined with the increase in alcohol lately certainly didn't do any favours for his confidence either.

The teasing lilt of Chris breaks him out of his thoughts. “Hey, Rookie?” He peeked his head over yours to look at Leon, a mischievous grin on his face. “How come your uniform is as squeaky clean as your first day here? Chief Irons got you on paperwork or what?”

“Chris! Be nice.” You playfully slapped Chris’s chest earning you an expression of mock-hurt.

Leon playfully rolled his eyes as he tried to think of some clever clap-back, one that would hopefully get at least a chuckle out of you. “Maybe I just like to look good on the job, Chris. You should try it sometime.” He nodded to the coffee stain on Chris’s vest earning him a grumble and a pout from Chris.

A giggle erupts from your throat, bubbling into laughter to the point you’re almost snorting. You grab Leon's thigh for support as you lean into him to try and catch your breath. He swears he’s going to pass out then and there, it feels like every ounce of his blood is rushing straight to his cock, especially when you squeeze his thigh just slightly. He prays to whichever higher power there is that you don’t notice the fact that he’s hard as a rock.

He panics and tries to make up some excuse as to why he has to leave halfway through finishing his lunch. “Shit! I just remembered that I promised Chief Irons that I’d get my reports to him before lunch… I gotta run.” Before anyone even has time to answer, Leon’s already out of the room and headed toward the locker rooms.

The rest of you quickly finish eating your respective lunches before returning to your desks to try and get through the rest of the day. You try to summarize the mission report in front of you, but your mind can’t leave Leon's sudden departure, giving up you throw the manilla folder to the opposite side of the desk before standing up to look for the rookie officer.

Searching through all the offices. you find yourself standing in front of the men’s locker room. It’s one of the only places you have yet to search. Turning the knob carefully you step inside only to be met by a quiet sound of something you can’t quite place. You peek your head around the lockers only to find Leon there in a compromising position, to say the least.

His shirt dropped haphazardly on the floor, as he sat on the bench with his undershirt pulled up and tucked between his teeth, a wet spot of drool forming on the thin cotton. It’s a weak attempt to suppress the whines falling from his lips. Navy blue pants peeled down just enough to let his weeping cock out of its confines to stroke it slowly.

You quickly pull your head away, biting your hand to stop any possible sounds from escaping as you feel your arousal forming a wet spot in your underwear. Taking a deep breath, you sneak back out of the room to re-enter, the door thudding behind you.

“Leon? Are you in here?” your voice echoes slightly against the walls of the locker room and you're met by the sound of fabric rustling.

“Yeah.” It’s a strained, almost pained sound. You turn around the corner, properly this time. He’s managed to just about tuck himself away, cock outlined through the wet spot in his briefs, one you’re sure he hasn’t noticed. It wouldn’t be very hard to pick up on what he was just doing, breath still slightly quickened and cheeks flushed pink.

Your eyes can't help but glance downward, cock tenting the fabric of his shirt, it's something he notices, and it brings a blushed red to his cheeks. The tension hangs heavy, and it's obvious that you’re the cause of his arousal and you’d lie if you said it wasn’t tempting to ride him right then and there, but the threat of misconduct hung like a banner above you.

Feeling brave you take a seat on the bench across from him, kicking your shoes across the room. Your fingers go down your chest slowly unbuttoning your white work shirt as his eyes follow along. The sight of his cock kicking beneath his shirt makes your mouth water and just further ruins your underwear.

If you didn’t touch each other, it couldn’t be counted as misconduct, right? Would it be inappropriate? Absolutely, but the two of you were too deep in this to care.

Unbuttoning your slacks, you peel them off your legs to reveal a very visible wet spot on your gray underwear. Leon sighs a quiet “fuck.” whenever his eyes fall on your wetness.

“Your turn, Leon… Or are you just going to stare at my cunt all day?” Your tone is teasing, but also laced with desperation of your own, wanting to see him.

He quickly pulls the undershirt over his head and kicks off the pants, leaving him in only a pair of slightly too-tight briefs, tummy poking over the waistband. His cock is straining against the white fabric, the precum making the head even more visible.

You slide your hand down your underwear, parting your folds to tease your clit, drawing a quiet moan from you as you feel how wet you’ve become. Slowly circling around it, feeling as it throbs against your fingers. You feel his eyes on you, the way your hand moves, and how your chest rises and falls.

He’s not sure if he’s dreaming or not, it feels like all the air is sucked out of his lungs, even more so than usual when he looks at you. He resists the urge to pinch himself, fearing that he may be dreaming, not wanting there to even be a possibility of this disappearing into thin air.

Tugging his cock free from its confines, the tip an angry red as precum oozes from the slit. Using the precum as lube, his hand draws over his length making the foreskin drag over the tip. He sounded just as you imagined, pretty little whimpers and whines being drawn from his mouth from barely any stimulation.

As your hand starts cramping from the weird angle, you grow frustrated and pull your underwear off, spreading your legs further to let your fingers tease at your entrance. You slip two fingers inside with little resistance and you bend them to try and hit the spongey spot inside.

He looks downright sinful and it drives you closer to the edge faster than you’d like to admit. When your eyes met his you felt yourself clench around your fingers as you came, head thrown back as you let out a moan that's a little louder than you should’ve, considering the circumstances.

Leon comes right after you, your orgasm pulling him over the edge as ropes of white come fall over the soft fat of his stomach. The room is left in a sort of in-between state of silence, partially awkward but also not.

In some way you both manage to start talking at the same time, your words jumbling together. “You first.” You offer, curious about what he might have to say.

His cheeks blush a soft pink, “I didn’t think someone like you could be interested in me, especially with how you act with Chris…” He looks away for a moment, “What were you going to say?”

“I was gonna say that if you’re up for doing this again… I’d be up for it too, but preferably in a more private spot.” You let out a chuckle, “Also, Chris and I grew up together, He’s like a brother to me.

“I want to! I uh- I mean I’d like to.” The realisation of how overly excited he sounded left his cheeks burning even hotter than before. It was cute, almost puppy-like.

“Well, I get off at six tonight, same time as you junior officers. Do you wanna com-”

“Yes!” Leon interrupts you without even meaning to, the words tumbling out before he can stop them. It causes you to chuckle softly, a sound he cannot seem to get enough of.

“Meet me in the main hall after you clock out. 6.15?”

“Yes sir.” He nods giving you a joking salute to which you roll your eyes.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil #luniaxi #kinktober #re2 leon

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shycloudkitty · 4 months

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So...Well...I like Taylor Swift's songs a lot🤭🤭

And Idk how many of y'all noticed but there's a small Easter egg about one of her songs🤭❤. Cause the opportunity was right there and I couldn't help but write it lol.

Hint : It's from Cardigan😉 (It's a lyric)

Thought I should share this little detail for ppl who might wanna find it🥰