#Resident Evil FanFiciton

[xxresi-rotxx]

Wet Dreams-Leon Kennedy (pt 6)

Walking into Leon’s bedroom you saw the clothes he had laid out for you. A pair of sweatpants that were definitely a size too big, and a black t-shirt. Putting on the clothes was nice. They were soft and comfortable, and smelled faintly of Leon.

It was after you put his shirt on that you noticed you didn’t have any underwear. Since it didn’t register to you, you were sure it didn’t register to Leon. What should you do?! Should you steal a pair of his boxers?!

No, no, no, that seemed way too personal right now. You’d gone without before, you’ll be more than fine right now. This was by far the least of your worries.

You had to roll the sweatpants over at the waistband to keep them from falling down, but other than that the clothes worked well. The shirt was too big for you but you typically wore your lounge clothes too big so you didn’t mind.

There was that little voice in the back of your mind that wanted so badly to snoop around his bedroom. Everything was so neat.

‘What did he keep in his nightstand? Did he hide things under his bed? Did he bring women back here?’

Your last thought made your blood boil slightly. It wasn’t any of your business who he brought home, but suddenly you felt jealous of anyone that got to be in his bed.

Leaving his bedroom you wandered into the kitchen to see Leon stirring something on the stove.

“Hey” Leon said upon seeing you. It didn’t go unnoticed by you that his gaze wandered up and down your body. “I had some pasta and sauce, hope you don’t mind spaghetti.”

You smiled up at him, “That sounds perfect, thank you.”

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The two of you sat at the little table he had in the corner of his kitchen, silently eating. There was something so intimate about it that made a small smile appear on your face while eating.

‘This is almost like a date.’

The thought made you smile harder. Too bad it wasn’t a real date. Still the closeness of it had your heart reeling.

“Y’know” Leon started between bites “I don’t really know much about you Y/N.”

You looked up at Leon, mid chew, so you covered your mouth with your hand before responding.

“What do you wanna know?”

“How did you come to work for the DSO?”

“Ah” you took a sip of your water before continuing, Leon’s eyes trained on you “it’s kind of a long story but I can give you the abridged version. It involves Raccoon city a little bit, is that okay to talk about?”

You knew Leon’s past with Raccoon city, the horrors he must have endured, you weren’t sure if this was a touchy topic for him or not. And you really didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

He looked a bit surprised before taking a sip of water himself.

“No no, that’s fine. That’s what brought me to the DSO after-all. Besides, given that I still fight the same battles, it’s not that hard for me to talk about. I appreciate the concern though.”

You nodded a little in acknowledgement before continuing with your story.

“Well I had family back in Raccoon city. We weren’t that close seeing as my family lived almost 13 hours away, but they were family nonetheless. When the outbreak happened,” you paused; taking a second to make sure your emotions were in check, “my family wasn’t fortune enough to make it out before the government decided to wipe Raccoon city off the map.”

“Oh” Leon’s eyes looked sad; sympathy for you obvious. You continued with your story before you could let yourself be sad about it.

“I was only 13 at the time, and my parents tried their best to keep me from finding out the awful truth but it was all over the news. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together. After that, it kind of ignited a passion in me. I couldn’t help thinking how pathetic the whole thing was. I mean we’re supposed to be such a strong country, with incredible military force, and our best option was to annihilate a whole area? How were we so ill-prepared? Those thoughts kept me motivated for a while. Once I got older though I realized how corrupt everything was; politics, government, military. It made me think that maybe there was an ulterior motive behind Raccoon city, and then that became my motivating factor. I was actually trying to get into the FBI when I was approached by someone about the DSO, and well that’s how I got my in. I stumbled down a whole rabbit hole about bioweapons and diseases, and I guess I just wanted to get to the bottom of it.”

You paused when you realized how long you’d been talking, Leon’s gaze never once leaving yours.

“Oh, ha I’m sorry” you rubbed your hands against your leg, noticing now that they were kind of sweaty “I did say I’d give you the abridged version, guess I didn’t really do that.”

“Don’t apologize, I was hoping you’d give me the full answer anyway.”

You returned his smile, feeling for the first time that everything you went through to get to this point was worth it.

“How about you? I suppose I don’t know too much about you either.”

Leon said back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Ask away.” He replied.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

You regretted the words the second they left your mouth.

‘Well if we were going for obvious and desperate I guess we got that point across’ your inner conscience sighed.

Leon looked taken back at first, readjusting himself so he was sitting straight up now, elbows resting on the table.

“No I do not.” He chuckled.

“I’m sorry that was too personal right off the bat, I just-”

‘Excuse, excuse, come up with an excuse!’

“I just, would have felt kind of odd staying at your place if so.”

“You’re in luck then, just me.” The smirk on his face growing wider.

You couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks, your own smile beginning to form.

“Okay” Leon cleared his throat “my turn for a personal question.”

You mimicked his earlier expression and leaned back in your chair, arms crossed.

“Shoot.”

“Well I’m not going to ask if you have a boyfriend.”

You laughed, “Ha! And why not?”

“Because you would have felt odd staying at my place if so, right?”

The grin on Leon’s face was pure sin. You weren’t sure if you wanted to smack it off his face or kiss it off.

“Oh, right right of course. You’re correct regardless so carry on.”

You loved this. Flirting with Leon was exactly what you needed, it felt so good, so…normal.

“Why did you shake your head when you walked inside? Don’t like my home decor, is that it?”

He was teasing you, no doubt about it, but when did you shake your head?

‘The gloves dumbass, the way his fingers looked so fucking hot’

Oh shit.

“Oh not my house then?”

“Hm?” You hadn’t even responded to him yet.

“I’m sure the style of my home wouldn’t make you blush like that.”

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Fuck.

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[rainyamidala]

Leon kennedy one shot

authors note; this is rough, finished in like 10 minutes. i havent read over so please forgive any grammar mistakes.

I am not american, my mother tongue is NOT english!!

she/her used. will continue to be used unless requested otherwise.

theme; Leon S. Kennedy has spent the last weeks in bars, or in his couch - heart broken over the fact that his alcohol issue has cost him his relationship. On cloud nine, he calls y/n: drunk.

warning; alcohol

Leon S. Kennedy didn't feel the pride he once had all those years ago, when he had first arrived in raccoon city as a brand new police officer - hoping to make a change.. Be part of something bigger and serve a purpose. No, he didn't feel the pride in his badge any longer there he sat in a bar for the 4th time this week. The other 2 days he had spent drinking alone in his apartment, the last and final he had spent in bed sleeping the alcohol off. Normally he wouldn't spend every day of the week drinking his last breath away, especially since this exact issue had cost him his relationship – drowning the pain with the cause of the split. stupid, but alcohol was his only thing to turn to these days. Drunk, feeling like he was on a cloud with his arms giving in, he was walking home from the bar - having been thrown out for a physical fight involving another customer. "Throwing me out, tsk.." He muttered to himself as he walked unsteady in the street - reaching his hand into his jacket pocket, successfully pulling out his phone and dialing a familiar number; y/n's. "mm, mm.." He said with the ringer, waiting for his ex-girlfriend to answer the phone. But – she never did. As the phone service began telling him to leave a message, he responded sighed - pinching his temple before he began speaking into the microphone: , "Hey, uh.. It's Leon." He said, despite the caller ID exposing this fact already. "It's been a while since we last spoke and i know you don't want to see me, but i can't stop thinking about you." He began

, uncertain of where this would continue. "You broke up with me because of my drinking and here i am calling you - drunk. Kind of funny, huh?" He chuckled short, almost awkwardly into the phone: did he seriously think that was worth mentioning? "I was hoping youd pick up your phone so i could hear your voice again - i guess you're sleeping." He sighed to himself yet again, looking over his shoulder with his phone still pressed up against his ear. It was ironic, even in this state he knew as such; begging for another chance whilst the problem itself was an active event? Right, she would totally listen to you, Leon. "Can we meet? Tomorrow? Talk about what happened, I' guess." There was an ounce of harshness in the ending of his sentence - not intentional, but it masked his embarrassment. When his (now ex) girlfriend had learned of his issue– or habit, like Leon would much rather label it – he was so embarrassed. Denying and yelling in the end, because he refused to admit he didn't have it under control: refusing to admit the bottle of alcohol in the cabinet was what he reached for those nights he couldn't fall asleep and y/n already had. "I miss you." He began, stopping in the street now and bringing his hand to his face - rubbing his temple as he continued with a low sigh; "a lot." Being without her, knowing she was (not mad but) upset with him made it even worse. she loved him, she just couldn't handle it. it was understandable, but unbearable. "So, please.. Just uh.. Call me back? Or text. Or both, they're both good. Just - something. Sorry I didn't mean to leave a whole audio book on your thing, bu-" he was cut off, the voice message not allowing him to speak any further than that. Leon looked confused at his phone, barely beinging it away from his ear. He had his eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth opened ever so slightly as he looked at the screen and then brought the phone back to his ear - opening his mouth again: "Son of a bitch." then closed it with a harsher sigh than before. He caught himself acting like a teenager, rolling his eyes a tiny bit as he shoved his phone into his pocket and began walking again.

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[recaduceus]

Chapters: 5/13 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: jade wesker (OC), albert wesker II (OC), Albert Wesker, Jill Valentine, Excella Gionne, Chris Redfield, Sheva Alomar, Original Characters Additional Tags: Fix-It, Sort Of, Canon Compliant, mostly - Freeform, Canon-Typical Violence, Teen Hijinks, cgi movies canon, games canon, s.d. perry's novels canon, When Applicable, Don't Examine This Too Closely, My First Fanfic, Implied Child Abuse, implied csa, im warning you now that this is canon wesker, wesker as a father figure, it does not go well, Coming of Age, Character Death Series: Part 1 of Resident Evil: Caduceus Summary:

What started as a fix-it fic for the Netflix Resident Evil show quickly spiraled into a mostly-original story surrounding my interpretation of what Wesker's kids would look like. Act 1 takes place before/during Resident Evil 5 and is complete at 30k words. I'll be updating weekly!

On their sixteenth birthday, Jade and Al learn the truth about their father, Albert Wesker. Their pursuit for answers leads them deeper and deeper into Umbrella's secrets and their father's past.

“I know there’s a reason Father wants the world to think he’s dead,” Jade says, “He has to have something in the works. It’s the only good reason I can think of. Maybe he’s targeting S.T.A.R.S. somehow. There’s really only one way to find out.”

“I assume that’s where I come in,” Al says dryly, and Jade flashes a lopsided smile at him.

“How do you feel about hacking into Father’s personal files?”

#new chapter #resident evil fanficiton #resident evil #biohazard #resident evil: caduceus #resident evil oc #albert wesker #jill valentine #chris redfield

[lucrativesoul]

lucrative soul

welcome to my blog. here you will find: - fanfictions for Resident Evil's Leon Kennedy. Warning: Most if not all fanfictions on this blog are NSFW. proceed with caution.

I do not use ‘Y/N’ in any of my works. all fanfictions are female reader. headcanons are gender neutral.

who am I? - I am lucrative soul. 23, female. I write for fun.

support me here: - my ko-fi. never expected, always appreciated.

what won't I write? - I will NOT write any nsfw including themes of incest/stepcest, hybrid, a/b/o dynamics. (I am not one to shame you for the opposite, do as you please.)

my current works: fanfictions- - The Assistant (RE4, NSFW) - Roadstop (RE4, NSFW) - The Neighbor (ID, NSFW) - Welcome Home (RE2, NSFW)

- Espionage (RE4, NSFW)

- Divine Beings (RE4, NSFW) headcanons- - roommate!leon - jealous leon

- classmate crush!leon

- soft husband!leon

Thank you for stopping by. Your support will not be forgotten <3

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[sizzlinbaconpeach]

The Years Start Coming And They Don’t Stop Coming

I was inspired to write a little fanfic back in August 2022. I had some general ideas but only wrote this much and haven’t touched it since. But I read it again recently and still thought it was cute so I decided to share. Keep in mind it is very rough with little to no editing.

Chris closes his apartment door and turns to hang up his coat while slipping out of his boots. His keys clank against the kitchen counter as he stretches and groans in front of the fridge. It has certainly been an interesting last few days at work and he could use something to take off the edge.

He opens the fridge to instinctively grab a cold beer, but his hand hesitates and settles on a bottle of flavored seltzer water instead. He cracks open the plastic lid as he plunks down on his sectional sofa and drinks a few gulps of liquid. There are a few papers and photos strewn out in front of him on the coffee table. He pushes some aside to reveal a photo of Rosemary. His hand runs through his hair with a sigh as his eyes dart to his phone. He swipes it a few times and holds it up to his ear.

"Hey, sorry it's been so long," he grins and chuckles, "no. No beer tonight. I got what you suggested; it's good. Listen, I uh... wanted to ask you something..."

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"I still don't know why you had to drag me all this way. You know I still have to work on my mid-term paper."

Chris parks the SUV in front of a quaint home with luscious landscaping as he takes off his seat belt, "that's been your excuse for weeks. How much more research can you do on the Spanish Flu?"

"Well, maybe if your guys didn't harass me so much, I could get it done, you know, like a normal person, instead of some freak."

"Hey, come on, you know I don't like it when you talk like that. You're not a freak."

"What other teenager is constantly being lab tested and followed by secret agents everywhere?"

"I know it's not what you want, Rose. But you're not a freak. I've seen my fair share of freaky -- things that would give anyone nightmares. A blonde high school girl has nothing on those 'freaks'. You... you're special, Rose."

"Maybe I don't want to be special. Maybe I just want to be normal."

"Well," Chris sighs, "let's go inside. Maybe you'll feel differently after."

They both walk up to the cozy porch and Chris raps on the painted blue door, "this might give you some interesting insight."

"I don't see how that's possible, unless they survived the Spanish Flu." The girl rolled her eyes.

Chris smirked, "something like that."

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"Would you like anything to drink? Coffee, tea? Seltzer water?" She shares a knowing smile with Chris, then returns her attention to Rose, "or perhaps something else?"

"I'm good." Rose shifted awkwardly in the overstuffed seat, if her posture allowed, she wished she could fold even further into herself to disappear. A polite but pained smile stretched her lips as her eyes fell to the floor again.

"Coffee, please. You always know how to make it just right, Jill."

"Oh, yes! You can help yourself; just made a fresh pot in the kitchen."

Chris nodded and rose from his seat to disappear into the other room.

"You still have the vanilla creamer?" His voice rang out.

"Yeah, on the fridge door." Jill responded casually, like this conversation had played out a million times before.

An exasperated sound soon followed, "Mrs. Sugardumps has been replaced?!"

A laugh left Jill's throat, "I told you she was getting old! It's in the kitty tin now." She playfully rolled her eyes as the sounds of Chris mourning for an old sugar container could be heard in the background.

She turned back to Rose with a warm smile, "you sure you don't want anything? I have some light sandwiches or other snacks, if you'd like. I just baked some wonderful blueberry lemon scones."

This piqued Rose's interest, "oh! Is that what smells so good?" She pulled herself up to the edge of the seat in anticipation, a shy but pleasant smile finally brightened her expression, "yeah, I'd love to try one." She always had a soft spot in her diet for freshly baked goods.

Jill's face lit up, "certainly!" She popped up in excitement, "let me go get us some! Chris!" She called out and sharply turned just as Chris was returning from the kitchen with a tray, "would you lik-- oh!"

Rose watched as Jill nearly crashed into him, but he quickly maneuvered the tray to his other hand as his free hand balanced her at the waist, "woah! You okay?" He chuckled, "didn't mean to cause an accident."

"Oh! Sorry!" Jill smiled back at him, "ah, I see you couldn't resist." She raised a playful eyebrow.

His brow furrowed slightly as he misinterpreted her words for a moment until he saw her gaze upon the tray, "Oh! Y-yeah!" Rose thought she could see him blush as his hand retreated from Jill’s form. "Love these. Knew you'd be happy to share."

"Like you read my mind."

"Well," Chris placed the tray down on the coffee table, "you're bound to get some things right after knowing someone for 30 years." He quickly turned to Rose, offering her a small plate with a scone, "or... sixteen."

#tenses tensed tensing tensor tensklkadjfdkajd be all jacked up in this fanfic #post RE8 #chris redfield #resident evil #rose winters #jill valentine #fanficiton #valenfield

[freakxwannaxbe]

Seeing a lot of "it's just fanfiction at this point" pop up again in regards to bad adaptations (like the tv shows for Halo and Resident Evil), and no, no no no, you don't get to say that

I know people who write fanficiton, I write fanfiction, do you know how much work I put in to research??? I spend more time on the wiki making sure I get facts right and rewatching the show/movie to help me not stray from the character personalities than I do actual writing

These people proudly admit they never played the video game they're adapting

We are not the same

#magical adventures of freaky

[dead-beef]

Dreading going back to work and my manger asking me what i did over my holiday... writing batman fanficiton and becoming obsessed with resident evil

[thatgoblin]

RE Crack Drabble 39B

Actually not a drabble, but a small fic under the cut for naughty times. ;)

Warnings: smut, pegging, afab calling themself Daddy, Leon being called effeminate nicknames, some bondage, fake cum, strap-on.

For @interviewedchicken cause we bonded over Leon and this.

The box had arrived fairly quickly. You were surprised, but not complaining in the slightest. Leon had given you his credit card to buy what you wanted, within his parameters, so he wouldn't know what it was till you were ready.

What had been more fun was picking the outfit to go with it. After all, it fit so nicely that you couldn't help yourself. A pair of baggy cargo shorts with a pair of Leon's boxer briefs and his favorite band tee that you swiped from him did nicely. You were impressed with just how much that did for you. Looking at yourself in the mirror you would definitely be into the male version of yourself. The bulge wasn't too much, but it was obvious there was something there.

The toy itself was something you had never thought of, considering it was a niche market you weren't surprised. It was a double ended, strap on dildo. A nice thick part slipped into you while the other 7" were soft and hung with balls between your legs. With some magic of technology, the more friction there was, the dildo would get hard and stay hard. There was a thigh strap as well that held a large syringe you could fill with cum like lube, that when used would come out the tip of the cock.

Leon was going to lose his mind and you were so excited.

After one last look in the mirror, you went in search of Leon. Lucky for him, he was doing dishes in the kitchen.

"Hey baby," you purred, coming up behind him to hug him as his rinsed a plate.

"Hey Kiddo," he said with a soft chuckle. "What's up?"

"I got a present for you," you said in a sing song voice, pressing your groin to his ass.

"You d-Ooo?" Leon groaned as you pushed the toy against him, letting him feel it under your clothes. "Jesus Christ."

"I know," you giggled. "No one else is home and it's just us for the afternoon. I figured we could take it for a test run."

"Are you serious?" He hissed, bucking against the counter as you let go of him to rub his ass.

"Very much so. Tit for Tat baby," you hummed.

"Fine," Leon said with a sigh.

"If I didn't think you'd like it so much, I'd let you off the hook," you said, pulling away as Leon dried his hands.

"How do you know I'll like it?" Leon asked, turning around to face you. Seeing you standing there, leaning back against the opposite counter with a pronounced bulge in your pants. His cheeks went red as his eyes settled on your crotch.

"I have a hunch," you said, smirking. "Come on Princess, Daddy wants that ass."

Leon sputtered as you took his hand to lead him up the stairs to your room.

"I plan on taking it nice and easy with you, it wouldn't be any fun if you weren't into it," you said, closing the door behind you.

"Thanks," Leon said with a snort as he moved to sit on the bed. Moving to him to stand between his legs, you smirked as you pushed him back onto the bed. He let out a small grunt as you both crawled up the bed further, your cocks rubbing against each other through your pants. "Fuck," he breathed as he looked up as you.

"That's the plan," you said, leaning in to kiss him slowly. You didn't plan on rushing this. Leon was nervous and you were sure he would like it, so you wanted to make it pleasurable for you both. He was shifting every few seconds, but you kept things steady.

It wasn't long till Leon was moaning into the kisses as you rocked your hips together. The toy was getting hard and so was Leon. The knowledge that you were doing that to the other had you aroused. To see him want something he thought he didn't gave you a sense of power that was going to be abused in your hands. At least for the afternoon.

Pulling back, you peeled your shirt off, tossing it to the side as Leon did the same. Leaning back down, you caught his lips as your hands ran over his chest, making sure to run your nails over his sensitive nipples. The small thrust of his hips told you that he was very much enjoying this.

"You still okay, baby?" You asked, pulling back to look at him. If he really didn't want this then you would back off and you wanted him to know that.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he said, nodding softly as his hands gripped your hips to help make the grinding more intense, earning moans from you both. With his 'okay' you were ready to move forward. Sitting back on your haunches, you rubbed yourself through your shorts to show him what he was looking forward to. The toy inside you was doing a damn good job of giving you equal amounts of pleasure as you worked the length.

Cursing under his breath, Leon licked his lips as he watched you unbutton and unzip your shorts to reveal his underwear you were wearing, the fabric tenting as you pushed your shorts down.

"You've got me so hard, baby," you moaned as you rubbed yourself through the underwear.

"Fuck," Leon moaned as he pushed himself up to his elbows.

"You want to touch it?" You asked, looking up at him with a smirk.

"Yeah," he said with a nod. Moving to stand, you shucked your shorts off before straddling Leon.

"Go on, don't be shy, Princess," you said with a wink. Narrowing his eyes at you, Leon reached down to grope the hard cock in your underwear, earing a groan. "That's it, good job." The piece inside you pushed and moved against your clit in delicious pleasure as Leon continued his exploration. Pressing your ass against his erection, he groaned loudly, bucking his hips up. It was tempting to let him roll you over and take you, but you were focused on giving him a wonderful afternoon delight.

"Feels so real," he grunted as he helped you slide the underwear off to let your cock out. It bounced slightly, standing up straight as he took in the sight. "Holy fuck. I don't think that'll fit."

"I'm pretty sure I said the same thing about you, but it did indeed fit," you said with a chuckle. "You want to taste it?" Leon was never one to shy away from a kink or sex in general, but he'd made it clear that he'd never been with a guy past kissing and had never done anal. So, to see his cheeks get hot and his pupils blown wide had you slick and needy.

"Please," he said softly. Moving back, you let him up to undress completely. His own cock was right there with you, hard and starting to get a nice deep blush at the head.

"Go on, suck Daddy's cock," you hummed, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. Seeing Leon's member twitch at the nickname, you smirked as he went to his knees between your legs. "Take your time, baby, no need to rush." You looked down at him, seeing those lips shine with spit as he licked them, loving how he wasn't acting like he didn't want it to save face, but was enjoying himself and letting himself be seen enjoying it. Leon wrapped his lips around the head of your cock before slowly taking it in his mouth.

Carding your fingers through his soft hair, you hummed as he let himself get used to the feeling of something heavy and hot on his tongue. His hands were on your thighs as he steadily took more of you.

"Fuck, you look so good sucking on my cock, baby," you moaned as he hummed around you. The sight was intoxicating, the man who you always called Daddy and was so dominant was melting as he sucked your cock. You had a small musing of if the others would like this, but you pushed the thought away because you didn't want to miss a second of Leon's baby blues looking up at you.

While he was only able to get maybe half way down your length, you didn't push him. It was his first time and he was doing so well. You praised him non-stop, letting him know what a 'good girl' he was.

Getting close to cumming yourself, you gently pulled him off you to lean down and kiss him hard. It was your turn to be in charge and it was thrilling.

"Can Daddy truss you up and make you pretty?" You asked, reaching down to stroke Leon's dick.

"Please," he moaned, rocking into your hand.

"Ask me nicely," you hummed, kissing his neck.

"Fuck," he gasped as you gave him a squeeze.

"Not yet," you chuckled.

"Tie me up and make me pretty. . . Daddy," he moaned.

"Okay Princess. Get on the bed so Daddy can get what we need. On your knees," you said, letting go of him. As he got on the bed, you moved to the dresser to pull out everything you needed. Rope, lube, gloves, and a handkerchief. Coming back, you set everything aside to run your hands over Leon's body, wanting to have a moment of softness with him as you kissed him lazily. "Here we go, Kitten. We're gonna make you look so pretty."

Leon moaned as you guided him on where you wanted him to go. Most of the time neither of you were too rough with this part. You both wanted it and enjoyed the contact you made as you explored each others bodies. Tying his wrists to his biceps, you made sure they were secure but not cutting anything off. Then you wrapped the baby blue rope around his chest and back to pin his arms to his sides completely. It also gave you a handle to hold for when things became more intense.

"Feel good?" You asked as you grabbed the handkerchief.

"Yeah," he said with a nod. You raised a brow at him before giving him a quick tap on his dick head. Leon gasped and sputtered a moment. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl," you said, leaning down to kiss the tip you'd just tapped. "Can you snap?" Leon was able to, knowing that was how you two had safe words when you were gagged. Snap once for go, two for slow down, and three for stop. "You're doing so good, I'm so proud of you," you said, moving to kiss him as you rubbed his sides.

"Thank you, Daddy," he breathed when you pulled away. Fuck, you were considering not using a gag. The way he called you Daddy had you buzzing.

"You're gonna make me want to fuck you like this all the time," you moaned as you grabbed the handkerchief. Usually it would be tied in a knot, but you still wanted to hear his beautiful noises, so you opted to instead just pull the material between his lips. Again, he was still getting used to things in his mouth in such a submissive way you didn't want to over do it.

Groaning, you sat back to inspect your handy work. Gods, you two needed to talk about taking photos of one another like this. He was stunning with his face blushing a dark red that ran down his neck while his dark blond locks fell into his eyes, making the matching fabric of the gag and rope pop.

"If I ever stop telling you how gorgeous you are, slap me," you said, leaning in to kiss over his neck while your hands rubbed over his belly and to his thighs. He groaned, leaning into the touch while nuzzling your neck as you took another moment to just enjoy this man. With a grunt, you pulled back to wrap your hand around his throat. Not squeezing, but as a sign you were ready to move forward. A single snap of his fingers and you pushed him onto his back.

"I'm going to enjoy opening you up, Princess," you moaned as you moved him into the middle of the bed. Pulling on the latex gloves, you pushed his legs open as you trailed open mouth kisses down his thigh to his sac. Giving it a gentle kiss, you looked up as you heard Leon whimper. With a grin, you grabbed the lube to pour a small bit onto your fingers and his hole.

He gasped and tensed up as the coolness, but as you rubbed that tight ring of muscles, you were also giving him a stroke of his cock here and there. Humming softly, you circled his pucker before steadily pushing your middle finger in.

"You're so fucking tight," you hissed as Leon's thighs shook around you. A bit more lube was added as you pulled out to push back in. "Doing so good, sweetheart," you said, continuing to give him a stroke here and there as you were able to work your finger in more easily. Adding your pointer finger was easier. You were surprised at how fast he was stretching for you. "That's it, let Daddy in."

Choking out a cry, Leon bucked up suddenly when you curled your fingers and found a spot that was almost like a button. Looking up at his face, you saw the sheen of sweat already forming on his forehead as you pressed into it again. That was definitely a spot to remember.

"Snap," you said, just wanting to make sure. A quick snap and you were good to go. Scissoring your fingers, Leon began to get noisier. Usually he was more of a grunter and soft groans, but you knew how to twist those sweet sounds out of him. Whines and whimpers as you began to finger fuck him as you clench your thighs together. Once you were able to get a third finger into him and he was trying to push on your fingers, it was time.

Pulling out completely, Leon cried out in protest.

"Shhh, Princess. Don't worry, Daddy's gonna fill you right back up," you groaned as you stroked your own cock to its full length. Adding plenty of lube, you adjusted your position as you pressed your head to his entrance. Carefully, you began to push into Leon. It was slow, but you didn't want to hurt him or scare him. "That's it, go ahead and take Daddy's cock," you said as you added more lube as you kept pushing forward.

Leon was beside himself in need as he sobbed while you buried yourself to the hilt inside him. His legs trembled as you leaned forward to kiss his face and neck.

"Such a good girl. Taking Daddy's cock like that. I bet your ass feels so full, doesn't it?" You moaned as you let him adjust to your length and girth. He nodded with a whimper, panting heavily through his nose. "Once you get used to this cock, I'll get another one. It'll be longer and thicker so you can have some fun bouncing on it," you said as he groaned loudly.

After a few moments, you drew your hips back before pressing them back. The moans you coaxed out of Leon were enough affirmation to let you know you could keep going. Going to your knees, you took off the gloves to grip Leon's hips and pull him close as you began a slow, lazy thrust. You couldn't stop watching his hole just swallow your cock up as he moaned like a porn star for you. It was mind blowing that you were the one to bring this out in him.

Leon Kennedy, the President's right hand man on security was losing his mind over you fucking him in the ass and loving every second of it.

Gripping his hips tighter, you sped up your thrusts, making them harder as well. Leon's eyes went wide as he watched you drill into him.

"Such pretty noises for me," you moaned as you shifted to pull one of his legs over your shoulder. The new angle had him howling in pleasure as you sped up. The sound of your bodies was lewd and coupled with Leon's needy cries, you were close to cumming. Reaching down, you began to stroke his dark red cock, earning a scream of pleasure.

"Good girl. My good Princess. Taking his Daddy's cock like a champ." Panting harder, you growled as you felt his cock leaking heavily. "You want Daddy to make you cum?" You asked. "Tell Daddy you want to cum on his cock."

His muffled words were lost and you couldn't let that happen. Stilling after a particularly harsh thrust into him, you bent him in half to reach up and pull the gag out. He gasped and choked out sob as you went back to fucking him, but still in that position.

"Go on, beg Daddy for your orgasm," you snarled as you pounded into him.

"Fuck!" He sobbed. "Pl-please Daddy, make me cum!"

"All you had to do was ask, Princess," you moaned as you kept stroking him till he was screaming at his release. Shaking and gasping for breath, Leon came hard onto his belly and chest. You kept stroking him, milking him till he was spent. "So beautiful," you groaned, kissing him hard before pulling back. Now it was your turn. Your hips thrust wildly into him, making him whimper as you yourself whined at the edge of your own release.

Crying out, you felt it crash over you as you rutted into Leon. Not missing that last step, you reached down and pushed the plunger in the syringe on your thigh. The cum lube shot through the cock and into Leon. It was a lot more than any of the others would have, but you wanted it like that. Panting heavily, you slowly pulled out of Leon. A thick, white trail was left behind, making you smile as it already started to leak out of him. There was still some in the cock itself so you stroked it to milk it as well, letting it dribble over Leon's spent cock.

Looking at it, he groaned softly as you unhooked the device to pull out of you before setting it aside. With shaky hands, you untied Leon before flopping next to him. He was quick to roll over to his side and press against you, resting his head on your chest as you stroked his hair.

"That was a good idea," he said after a few minutes of being quiet.

"I told you so," you said with a giggle, looking down at him.

"Shush," he sighed, rolling his eyes before catching your lips to start the post coital make out.

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#resident evil fanficiton #resident evil #fanfiction #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader

[superhappyyellowrainbowsmoo-blog]

I may have caught a drawing bug as Alcina has caught herself a little big of her own... This is actually based on a fanfic I am in the middle of writing - be nice! We all cannot draw amazing and to scale! 3=

Muriel belongs to @professionallydeadinside

#Resident Evil Village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #Resident Evil FanFiciton #RE8 #do not get me started on the hat!

[hamartia-grander]

Fandom: Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Chris Redfield/Ethan Winters, Background Ethan Winters/Mia Winters

Word count: 2,515

Summary:

Ethan turned Chris back to face him. He was sitting so close Chris could feel his body heat against his side. Ethan placed his bad hand against the Lycan scar.

“Can I make this one feel better?” he asked innocently.

“I-” Chris inhaled shakily.

He wanted this so bad.

“Yeah,” he croaked. “Knock yourself out.”

Ethan and Chris get some alone time, and Chris lets Ethan explore his scars; first with soft fingers, then with even softer lips.

Hey I wrote a soft Wintersfield fic instead of doing shit I should be doing :)

#wintersfield #background mithan #because bisexual polyam Ethan is superior okay #Mia isn't in this but she's mentioned #bc I love her #that's not why she's mentioned but I do love her #Resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #re village #fanfic #resident evil fanfiction #wintersfield fanficiton #winterfield #chris x ethan #ethan x chris #I never write fluff please sfjgsdf #AND I NEVER WRITE BELOW 5K whAt is happening to me #I blame my roommate's good influence (insult) #fanfiction

[recaduceus]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Albert Wesker, jade wesker (OC), albert wesker II (OC) Additional Tags: Implied Child Abuse, these two are feral, also the contents of this dlc will have significance later in the main story Series: Part 3 of Resident Evil: Caduceus Summary:

A look into Jade and Al's childhood

#bonus update to celebrate the end of act 1 #resident evil #resident evil oc #resident evil fanficiton #resident evil: caduceus #albert wesker

[lucrativesoul]

preview. this one is just shy on 10k... (i am physically incapable of writing anything under 5k words)

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fanficiton #resident evil fanfiction #leon s kennedy

[jmalchanceux]

The Promisse - Prologue (Alcina Dimitrescu x female OC)

Summary: A baby, a lie and an isolated village lead young single mother, Christine Fergunson, into the arms of a vampire countess.

You are Christine, a single mother, who travels to Romania in search of her daughter's father, only to discover that she is involved in lies but fate can be generous... Or not.

English is not my first language so forgive me for any mistake

1960

When the girl arrived in the small Romanian village she knew that she probably wouldn't be welcomed with open arms as an unmarried mother, but Christine never imagined the hostility she would be treated by the villagers, as soon as she set foot on the border four men cornered her and asked her what the hell she was doing there and how she found out the location, it was as if the place had to be kept secret, she didn't lie but she also didn't tell the truth when she said she was looking for the father of her baby. They let her in under conditions, she couldn't leave the village whenever she wanted, there had to be permission from the elders and at least one of the lords of the houses, she didn't question it much but she found it strange, who would they be and did they have that much power? There is a curfew to be observed too, you could only leave the house when the sun rose and you would have to have your doors locked before it disappeared among the mountains, according to them, it was for your own safety. The most striking thing about the place is for sure the castle between the mountains, so big and magnificent, maybe it belonged to one of the lords she was told about, she was instructed never to go near there or anywhere where there are no villagers. For the first few days she wondered about the mysterious village and thought about venturing out to look for George, but although the village wasn't exactly large she ended up staying in the most isolated part and it's not as if everyone collaborated with her search, on the first day she even tried to ask questions to the lady of the house across the street but the woman was so harsh that she didn't dare take more of her time, so she continued to arrange the rented hut as comfortably as possible. It was one of the last huts, a simple one-story hut with only one bathroom, a kitchen dividing the living room and a bedroom where she slept with the baby, a wood stove that was already there helped them get through the cruel cold night. On the second day she went out in the middle of the morning, when the sun was strongest, for a daytime walk with baby Eloisa, who despite everything enjoyed the new air, people looked at the girl with a certain contempt but were delighted with the little four-month-old, some even stopping to admire or ask her name and how many months she already had, almost always commenting in a cruel way on how they are different physically, she noticed that there were not many children besides her daughter and attributed the positive attention to this. However, there were no single mothers either and they treated her as if she were someone despicable. So she did her necessary grocery shopping and went home to try to organize herself for her future searches. In the same week she began to question if there was really any danger in going out during the dark or if it was just some form of control they had invented to keep everyone on the leash, but she didn't dare break the rules yet, she wasn't well liked by everyone anymore so any slip up could put her out of the place. After feeding her daughter, giving her a warm bath and filling her with warm clothes she left the house facing the cold afternoon, different from the previous week that despite having snow it wasn't really cold, it was mild and bearable. Christine had not managed to make friends or anything of the sort, it had been seven days of uselessly trying to make contacts, trying to start conversations or just trying to get to the point, but they always ignored her and cut her words off. She thought the same thing would happen again, so she didn't bother talking to people, she just explored the main streets, some shops and even bought a white teddy bear for the black haired baby who loved it, not letting go at any time.

- Are you the Scottish foreigner? - asked a little girl of about nine years old when she saw them leaving the bakery.

- Yes, unless there is another Scottish girl around here. - she jokes and gives the child a gentle smile trying to convey a trustworthy image.

- Oh, you are pretty. - Since she was a child she had been ridiculed for her red hair and her brown eyes that gave her an almost opaque appearance, so her parents said - What do you do here? - asked the girl bluntly, showing genuine curiosity.

- I'm looking for someone.

- Well, I can meet them, I know everyone. I can help you, young lady!

- Well... - she thought for a few seconds, maybe she would expose herself too much if she gave the boy's full name, so she decided to just use the last name he introduced himself with - I'm looking for the Dimitrescu's, do you know this family?

- Of course! Mom always talks about them, but I don't think she likes them, the Dimitrescu family lives in the castle in the mountains.

- Oh? - was the only thing she could say, she couldn't imagine that that man could be so rich to live in a castle of that size, she could swear that he was as financially miserable as his family, at least that's what he told her and her sister when they took him in - Thank you, dear!

- VIVIAN! - both were startled by a shrill scream coming from the corner - I told you not to talk to strangers... - the woman, mother of the child, took her brutally by the arms and gave Christine and her baby a disgusted look - Especially with whores.

She tried to ignore the cruel comment and focus on the new clue about the whereabouts of Eloisa's father, this was something to celebrate, she had been searching for him since before he was born and only now, after a year had she had the real glimpse of finally finding him. Excited, she ran home and started thinking about how to get there, they had said she couldn't even get close to the place but she didn't care, this is her chance and she would do it for her daughter, for a promise she would keep the villagers wanting or not.

- Ready, Eloisa? - she asked rhetorically to the little girl lying on the wooden floor of the hut, between a few pillows near the stove to warm herself, the redhead dressed her in a terry jumpsuit, pants, a sweater, thick socks and a coat to venture with her towards the castle.

After a week and a half without seeing anything dangerous, she came to the conclusion that there was no real danger, that all the zeal was a way to keep everyone in the village calm. Christine took courage and decided to finally explore the castle and go after George, this would be her chance, after that she could even go back to Scotland and reunite with some relative who would accept her, maybe her maternal aunt or something. In a small bag she gathered some essential items for the baby such as a bottle, diapers, a soft blanket and the teddy bear she had given her, it would be a short visit but she would have to be prepared. After wrapping her little girl in a blanket she sneaked out of the hut with only a lamp and courage, it was only four in the morning and she didn't want to be seen by anyone, she didn't know what the consequences would be for breaking the rules. Getting out of the village wasn't exactly difficult, no one but them seemed to risk the night and soon they were on the edge, near the mountain climb, small snowflakes fell on their heads, which entertained Eloisa for part of the way. Climbing steep terrain is not easy when you have a baby in your arms, much less in a cold of killing cold, only after an hour the terrain became flatter and easier to walk, finally she could accommodate her daughter in her arms in a comfortable way, what had effect since she slept in a matter of minutes. During the way she was alert to any noise, even though she didn't really believe in the village's beliefs, all caution is too little, there could be hungry wolves or even malicious men lurking about. The snow began to worry her because from a soft fall that even a child could face it turned into a storm, she had to cover herself with another coat and wrap Eloisa in the other blanket covering her little face so she could endure without feeling pain or getting sick. It didn't take long to find herself in front of the walls of Dimitrescu castle, stones upon stones forming a wall of about three meters, behind it the largest and most magnificent building she had ever seen in her 23 years of life, the main entrance was closed.

- Of course, Christine! Who would be up at six in the morning? Only you, stupid girl. - she whispered to herself, and wondered whether it was worth waiting until there was some sign of life from the villagers, or whether it would be better to go back to the cottage and perhaps venture out some other time.

But she didn't have much to think about, grunts were heard behind her, she could see the shadow of the creature in the darkness, by the silhouette it seemed to be a tall and strong man, but as soon as he came out from among the trees there was nothing human about him except his features, it was an unknown creature half human half wolf or something like that, maybe it was a living dead different from the classic tales? The only thing certain is that it wants to kill her, you can tell by the animal look in its eyes that it is ready to make her and Eloisa its next meal. She tried to keep still but that didn't seem to calm the beast that was slowly approaching, running to the forest wouldn't help but she also doesn't want to be killed against that cold wall, so as fast as she could she threw herself through the gaps in the gate's railing that despite not being huge she could easily pass with her slender physique, mother and daughter fell into the snow, fortunately not waking the girl in her lap. The creature didn't seem to venture beyond the barriers of the place, by instinct it even threw itself against the gate but it seemed to have some sense as it seemed to ponder whether to go after her or not, then scampered away like a predator leaving its prey to another stronger predator. Suddenly the burning took over her arm occupied by the small being and she realized that she had fallen on the lamp she had brought causing a medium cut on her forearm, she was thankful that at least no shards had hit Eloisa.

- Oh, shit! - she cursed and tried to get up without sudden movements, then she realized that the castle was a little lit on the second floors, luckily there would be at least someone already awake, maybe a servant or something.

Carefully she took the shards stuck between the tear in her coat and walked towards the large doors, they seemed so tiny compared to everything else in that place, including the windows. Whoever the Dimitrescu family was, they were certainly very rich, she had never seen something so big, well structured and elegant before, she was completely enchanted. She took a deep breath and knocked lightly at the entrance, hoping that someone would answer her and take her out of that infernal cold that brought with it dangers she no longer wanted to face. Maybe it would have been better to have listened to those men, she thought.

- Who are you? - a gruff voice asked as she opened the doors, a middle aged woman dressed in traditional housemaid's clothing answered the door, she hadn't seemed to sleep properly for days and couldn't help but notice a still healing cut on her cheek.

- My name is Christine Fergunson, I'm from Scotland and I'm looking for George Dimitrescu. - she whispered, smoothing Eloisa who had wriggled on her injured arm, causing a little pain.

- There is no George Dimitrescu, stupid girl. You're the slut everyone in the village is talking about, aren't you! - the redhead wasn't surprised by the delayed words, she realized from day one how old-fashioned and hostile the village and its residents can be, she just didn't imagine that her little fame would extend so far - If my lady sees you she'll want to kill you, me, and your little bastard.

- You shut your mouth and don't you dare say anything about my daughter. - shouted the girl between her teeth, and as she showed her anger she frightened the maid, who took steps backwards.

- Now, now, what do we see? Someone, besides me and the girls, has managed to frighten Nadia. - a loud, soft voice could be heard at the top of the large staircase, which anyone could see from the entrance - Let her in!

- But Lady Dimitrescu...

- Shut up! Come over here, girl.

Christine came in with a certain fear seared into her bones, although the voice was soft, there was a kind of power and disdain intrinsic to it, it seemed loud, very loud, or perhaps it was just hallucinations from exhaustion or the trauma she had just experienced. The woman came down and the girl had to pinch herself to be sure that this was real, in front of her there was a woman as beautiful as a goddess and as tall as one described in mythology, she is about two and a half meters, porcelain skin, impeccable make-up, Victorian style and charming, well combed black hair, ample breasts in a generous cleavage, the dress she wears would make anyone envious, she has yellow almost golden eyes and a stoic pose, the redhead had never seen anyone so beautiful and elegant before, but also no one so intimidating.

- And who are you, pet?

She wondered if it was safe to answer who that woman was, perhaps George's mother or aunt? It doesn't matter. What she knows is that she is a Dimitrescu and regardless of her parentage she must know him, even be able to help her get in touch with him. But before she could answer, a small whimper caught the attention of the three women, and in her lap Eloisa stirred and began to wake up. Alcina was curious to see little hands coming out of the blankets; it had been years since she had seen a baby, much less inside her property. The baby's shrill crying took over and Christine felt embarrassed, she tried to rock the child to calm her down but she seemed to have colic and a very strong one at that, not even her usual tricks didn't work.

- Let me take her! - the countess asked, holding out her long arms, the desperate girl handed the girl wrapped in blankets, even more ashamed for not being able to calm her own daughte - You are a beautiful little creature. - she carefully observed the child's features and almost showed shock when she realized how similar Eloisa is to herself, the same black locks, the thin nose, the same blue eyes in an almost green tone that she had before the transformation, even the little beak resembled hers.

In a matter of seconds the baby calmed down, began to admire who was carrying her, and her crying soon turned into happy and curious laughter. Alcina gave her a smile back and started making faces that made her even happier, trying to reach the woman's face with her tiny hands. Nadia was shocked, she had never seen her mistress so merciful or kind, much less with an outsider, if she were any other, she would already be turned into wine or a toy for her three bloodthirsty daughters. But the girl was unharmed and the baby was being spoiled in the arms of her own mistress.

- So, what is your name, human?

- Christine Fergunson. This is my daughter, Eloisa Fergunson Dimitrescu.

- Dimitrescu? - Alcina asked curiously, and the girl could have sworn she saw a flash of hatred pass across her gaze.

- Yes... Actually, I came here looking for her father, George Dimitrescu. He was passing through my country, Scotland, and then came back to his village, the only things I had about him were his name and where he comes from.

- George Dimitrescu? Curious!

- Why, Madam? Is he your son? Nephew?

- No, dear Christine. Curious because there hasn't been a man in the Dimitrescu line for hundreds of years. - the tall woman held back from smiling as she saw the genuine shock sweep across the young redhead's face - I think this cowardly man gave you the wrong name on purpose.

- It can't be... My promise... Madam... It's not possible. - Christine began to hyperventilate, not being able to formulate or absorb what was happening, her conscience was taking over every second with the idea that all her sacrifice had been in vain, that now there was nothing she could do to find him because he was nothing more than a lying idiot, and she didn't even notice when she fell back unconscious, prevented from falling to the ground by Nadia, who quickly held her by the arms.

- Get the girl a room and keep her safe away from my daughters. - the countess ordered quickly and the maid carried her to a nearby sofa, then called other maids to help her, returned to her mistress looking suggestively at the baby still on her lap, where she looked like a doll compared to the size of the woman - Leave her with me for now. Have one of the maids prepare something to feed this little princess, I will feed her myself, then let her sleep with her mother.

- Yes, my lady! - the middle-aged woman was about to turn around, but became curious when she realized that perhaps Lady Dimitrescu had plans... which doesn't always end well, both for the victims and for her who was cleaning up the mess - Excuse me if I seem intrusive, but what do you intend to do?

- It's okay, Nadia! It's nothing I haven't seen, I will just hunt down this man who dares to use my last name in this way and deceive someone like that girl, then I will give him a fate worse than death.

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[that-scottish-bitch]

New OC + Change in Blair’s Story!

So, since I wasn’t too much of a fan of how my fanfic with Blair started out, I’m scrapping that idea and going in an entirely different direction with her. Instead, Blair is going to be an ex-TriCell Mercenary who was fired after failing to comply to their orders on a mission (what mission you ask? Welp, you’ll have to read the fanfic for that!)

Her backstory is still the exact same, a survivor of the Raccoon City incident with a very ‘fuck around and find out’ attitude, though she is now part of a two-man team.

The second half of that team being Dr.Charlotte Kingsgate, a biologist working for TriCell in the village who suddenly vanishes from their radar after being sent to explore the local flora/fauna in an assumed abandoned section of the village (wonder if she found something, huh?)

These two hack PC’s, TVs etc scattered around the village as the collective ‘Magpie’, working to warn Chris and anybody he’s working with that Umbrella is no longer the major threat in the Village and that they’re being mislead by TriCell.

Lemme know what you guys think! I’ve included the Magpie symbol/crest/logo whatever you’d call it under Charlotte!

(Changed the drawing of Charlotte since the original I posted looked a bit too much like the abomination baby from Twilight. Y’all know the one)

#Resident Evil #Resident Evil 8: Village #RE8 #RE8 OC #Blair Thomson #Charlotte Kingsgate #Magpie #TriCell #Fanficiton #RE8 Fanfiction

[chloe-gayzer]

Soft Sounds and Hard Impacts: Chapter Seven

And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell him a hookah-smokin' caterpillar Has given you the call And call Alice when she was just small - White Rabbit, Emiliana Torrini

Jill had been the one to make him kick the habit when she first became his partner. Truth be told, it was tempting to start smoking again. Jill would flay him for it, though. It wasn't like he needed cigarettes. They were just a stress reliever. Chris was very stressed out with all the changes that had taken place in his life.

"Morning, Mr. Redfield," Cuilter greeted.

Chris didn't bother to correct him with "Chris" instead of "Mr. Redfield". "Morning," he mumbled. The marksman took his seat and faced the shrink.

"Anything you want to start with?"

Chris shook his head. All of these talks went to Cuilter claiming Chris's love for Jill wasn't real. That was bullshit. Chris loved Jill more than anything. He had since STARS. He had been attracted to her the first day, though made no moves. They fell into a comfortable relationship where flirting wasn't uncommon. He had been just about to ask her out when he fell into the coma. That was horrible luck. Horrible. Instead, he asked her out in his mind as they sat on a helicopter, moments before she fell asleep, head on his shoulder.

"Okay. How are your current living arrangements working out?"

"With Jill? Fine. She's been helping me look for my own apartment. We're going today, actually. After she gets out of work."

"Are you looking forward to moving out?" he asked.

Chris rolled his eyes. "What do you think? No. Because that'll leave her alone and with how she's felt lately, I'm scared of what she might do if she's left alone with her thoughts. I have nightmares about it."

"What happens in them?"

The marksman sighed. "I don't want to think about it."

"It'll be beneficial to your mental health."

Yeah. Sure. Chris thought. Cuilter always pulled that line. Chris never believed it. He didn't see how the man had his degree in psychology. "It's beneficial for me to think of my partner being dead or maimed or something similar?"

The shrink sighed. "If it's possible, bring Jill in to our next appointment tomorrow."

Chris nodded. "Fine."

XXX

Jill left work early, before three. She needed to get home, eat something, and start hunting for Chris's next apartment. They had planned to visit a few of the places they had found online that day in hopes one of the apartments would fit. They had already phoned ahead to the landlords and made sure that it was okay for them to go.

Upon entering her own apartment, she caught the smell of something cooking. "Chris?"

"In the kitchen!" he called. She dropped her jacket and keys on the couch and entered the kitchen. He was at the stove, cooking what appeared to be grilled cheese. He turned to her and smiled. "Hey, Jill." He had a plate with a few grilled cheese sandwiches on it. "Made us some food for before we go."

She smiled. "Thanks, Chris."

"It's the least I could do when you're letting me live here until I find my own place."

She gave him a kiss on the cheek and sat down at the island counter. "I'm gonna be sad when you go. It's quiet here without anyone else."

"I could stay," he offered with a grin.

She smirked and rolled her eyes. "I wish." She picked a sandwich up and took a bite. "This is good. You should cook more often."

"I'll cook whenever you want me to." She smiled at him and continued eating. "Oh, Jill. Cuilter wants you to come to my appointment tomorrow."

She tilted her head. "Why?"

"He didn't say."

"Okay. What time is it at?"

"Around eight in the morning."

"Good. I don't go in until ten tomorrow."

"They've got you working shorter weeks," he pointed out.

She nodded. "It because they know I've got you here. Once you go back to work, I'll be back on my normal shift."

"I'm hoping to be able to go back to work tomorrow. I think Cuilter will sign the papers that say I can."

"Good. I need my partner back. And it'll be just in time for the big mission we've been planning. Well, we haven't got much of a plan yet. It's more like we've researched the place a lot."

"What is it? Where are we going, what are we doing?"

"It's a drug bust at an amusement park." She finished her grilled cheese and stood to get a drink.

"At an amusement park? That's unusual."

She nodded, pouring both him and herself a glass of milk. He thanked her when she handed him his. "I guess an amusement park is unexpected. I mean, who thinks about drugs when they think about kids on rides?"

He shrugged. "That's the point then."

Jill glanced at the time. "We should probably head out to the apartments. As much as I'd love you to stay."

He smiled a soft smile and brushed a piece of hair out of her face. "I love you, Jill." She blushed and looked down before turning away.

She didn't know how to reply to that. Not when if she replied "I love you" it'd be cheating on Payton, and if she replied something less, it'd hurt Chris. She didn't want to hurt Chris. He was her partner and someone important to her.

"C'mon, Chris. We've got to find you an apartment."

XXX

Jill didn't sleep well that night. Not at all, really.

She was almost afraid of Chris moving out. She'd be left alone in her apartment again, just like every time Payton left on a business trip. She and Chris had found an apartment that would suite his needs. One bedroom, one bath, and cheap enough that he could live there on his current salary. He was about five minutes away by car, fifteen by foot. He was going to be able to move out within the week and Jill would be alone at the apartment again and left to her thoughts. Her terrifying thoughts. They had agreed to have plenty of movie nights, but that didn't comfort Jill much. She'd rather he was a room over than a few blocks over.

She stood from her bed and wandered down the hall. Peeking into Chris's room, she saw he slept soundly. He often had nightmares where he'd toss and turn and mutter in his sleep. She didn't know what the nightmares were about, but she hated how much he was tormented. She closed his door and continued down the hall.

The living room floor was cold on her feet. The cold travelled up her legs in the form of goosebumps until she was shivering. She sat down on the couch and put her feet up. Her line of sight went straight to the window where she could see through the open curtain to a waning moon. The stars were invisible do to the light of the city.

She didn't fall asleep until the moon had moved passed the window and only blackness showed in her part of the sky.

XXX

"Jill? Babe, wake up." She felt a hand settle on her shoulder. She opened her eyes slowly. "Jill, why'd you sleep out here?" Chris asked.

She shrugged and sat up. Rubbing her eyes, she answered him. "I don't know... I couldn't sleep."

"You can always wake me up if you can't sleep," he said. "I'll talk to you, sing to you, whatever you want."

The brunette smiled, though softly. "Thanks, Chris. But I'm fine." She paused. "What time is it?"

"About seven. I made some breakfast."

"I'm not hungry. Besides, I should shower."

He nodded. "Okay. You're still good with going to the shrink appointment, right?"

"Yeah. Definitely." She gave him a quick hug. "I'll be out by seven thirty, then we can go." Jill made the shower scalding hot. It left her skin a little raw, but she felt awake. It was better she was awake with a little bit of pain, than painless and tired. She wasn't getting any sleep anyway. After the shower, she got dressed and returned to the living room. "Chris? Are you ready?"

His voice came from his room. "I'm getting dressed, hold on!" She sat on the couch and waited for him, leaning her head back on the couch. A yawn died in the back of her throat, stifled by her want not to. "Jill?" She was startled by the sudden proximity of his voice. She jumped and he set his hand on hers. "Hey, calm down. It's just me. If you're too tired, you don't have to go."

She shook her head. "I'm fine. Let's go."

By the time the pair had arrived at Cuilter's office, Jill had woken herself up for the day.

Chris opened the door for her, guiding her in with a hand on the small of her back, a habit picked up in the Dream.

"Good morning, Chris. And I assume this is Jill?" The marksman nodded. "Nice to meet you." She dipped her head towards him as form of greeting before sitting down besides Chris on the couch.

Cuilter started off asking Jill questions. How she felt about this or that, how easily she slept, her opinions on work, ect. She quickly grew to dislike him. He smelled of cigarette smoke and acted like a jerk. After a while, he switched to asking Chris questions. Where he was living, how he was feeling, how his check ups at the hospital were going, ect.

Eventually, they reached the subject of Chris's love for Jill. Cuilter asked Chris to step out of the room so he could talk to her. "Okay, Jill. I wanna know how you really feel about Chris claiming he loves you."

Her eyebrows went up. "Claiming? Chris isn't claiming he loves me. He does. I know that sound cocky for me to say, but Chris means every word he speaks. He's the only one that cares for me and I care for him as well. I may be confused to why he'd love someone like me, but I'm thankful for it."

The shrink sighed, seeing he'd get no where with her. He called Chris back into the room.

This time, only a few more questions were asked. Vague questions that were barely answerable.

When the appointment was over, Cuilter took a pad of paper from his desk and wrote something down on the front page. He then ripped off that paper and handed it to Jill.

"What's this?" she asked.

"A prescription for anti-depresants."

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