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hellfireghoul · 1 year

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Nothing to worry about now

Leon S Kennedy x f!Reader

Reader is in Ashley’s position. Can be read as reader insert or Ashley x Leon.

Summary: Leon had just rescued you from that godforsaken island, and the two of you had found civilisation to rest and relax in a hotel, before you both return to the U.S the following day.

Warnings: Smut 18+. Injury detail.

Words: 5.9k

A/N: This started out on a whim, I was thinking about writing something involving giving Leon a massage because god knows that man needs one and it turned into this!:)

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The two of you practically fell into the hotel room. Hell and back, that’s where you’d been. You were both covered head to toe in filth, Leon more so than you and he practically collapsed into the room as he shrugged his holster off. Mere hours ago, you and Leon had been speeding away from that godforsaken island, and watched as it crashed and burned into nothing but ash. You’d clung to him as he’d sped off further towards land in the opposite direction. You weren’t entirely sure where you were, you just knew it was safe. Civilised. People weren’t infected with a mind controlling parasite. Although, it was somewhere still in Spain, you knew that much. Hunnigan had scouted it for you along with the hotel. It was much prettier than out there on the island, although that wouldn’t be too hard in all fairness.

“Oh my god, an actual bed! With actual sheets! And running water!” You cried as you lunged for the bathroom sink, turning on the faucet and immediately washing your hands and splashing cold, clean water over your face. It felt amazing.

“You head in the shower first.” Leon said, his voice reflecting sheer exhaustion, it wasn’t a question but more of a friendly demand. You nodded, not wanting to argue. Clicking the door shut, you immediately peeled off the dirty clothes you’d been wearing for far too long. The hot water felt like bliss against your bruised and battered skin. If this was the condition you were in, you dreaded to think about the state of Leon. That poor man had been through hell to rescue you. You weren’t sure how you were ever going to repay him. Such a tremendous debt you’d owe to him forever. As much as it was Leon’s job (and as much as he liked to remind you of that) you couldn’t fathom the sheer selflessness it takes in a person to go to such lengths, for someone they don’t even know. You were completely in awe of him.

As much as the hot water and steam were heavenly after the past few days, you were very conscious of the fact Leon wanted to shower too. And God knows he was more deserving.

You hurried as you lathered shampoo in your hair and scrubbed your skin with coconut-smelling soap the hotel provided. Before, you wouldn’t have dreamed of using the hotel provided shampoo and soap but at this moment in time, it was the best thing you’d ever smelt and was the best thing you’d ever put on your body. Shutting the water off, you grabbed the large towel from the hook and dried yourself off, wrapping it around you making it into a dress before cracking open the door a little. Steam escaped the tiny gap in the door, and the air from the bedroom that seeped in felt almost icy in comparison. You peeked out of the gap, the room seemingly empty.

“Leon?” You said.

“I’m here.”

You jumped a little as Leon was resting right next to the bathroom doorway, his eyes tired but still looking firmly alert with his arms crossed. He’d been waiting outside the bathroom door like a guard dog.

“Leon, have you been standing there the entire time?” You asked, opening the bathroom door a little wider now and stepping back into the bedroom, clutching the towel that was around you.

“I’m not trying to be a creep or anything, but it’s still my job to protect you.” He responded.

You sighed, feeling a little guilty that he couldn’t relax even in what you considered to be a perfectly safe hotel room. You nodded in agreement though, knowing he was right, from what you’d witnessed, danger could be lurking around any corner. You retrieved some clean clothes from the large gym bag on the bed, given to you at reception upon your arrival, courtesy of Hunnigan of course.

Your eyes glanced over Leon’s frame, his entire body covered in bruises and lacerations and filth as he stood in the bathroom doorway. He couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, your voice hoarse. Leon didn’t respond for a second. Concern plagued his expression, his eyes cloudy. You realised suddenly what was happening. He didn’t want to let you out of his sight.

“We’re okay. I’m okay. Go take a shower. I’m safe Leon. You did your job.” You reassured him. Leon still remained fixed to his spot, and sighed deeply through his nose.

“I’m serious. Go take a shower, you stink.” You joked, unfolding a clean plain white t-shirt that smelt honestly divine. Leon rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips, one you hadn’t seen very often.

“Do you mind if I leave the door open a crack? Just so I can hear if anything-” Leon began.

“Yes. If it makes you feel better.” You respond without hesitation, desperate for him to just go take care of himself. He nodded briefly, and then backed away properly into the bathroom, closing the door but keeping to his word by leaving it open a crack.

Deeming it clear to get dressed, you unwrapped the towel from around yourself and slung it on the bed temporarily, almost eagerly starting to throw the clean t-shirt over your head. That was when the bathroom door swung open once again, and you yelped slightly as Leon paced out of the bathroom.

“Leon!” You screamed, scrambling to cover yourself with the damp towel, but as soon as Leon had exited the bathroom, he’d thrown his arm in front of his eyes to shield his view, and made a point of going straight for the spare towels near the door.

“Sorry, no spare towels in there.” Leon explained this in almost one fluid word, grabbed a clean towel and headed back into the bathroom as quick as he’d left. You were left a bit bewildered, standing there with the damp towel pressed feebly against you and your t-shirt half hanging off your arm. You scoffed as your face flamed. You threw the shirt over your head, grabbing the pair of clean underwear and leggings out of the bag and throwing them on too.

The hot shower felt amazing, but climbing into bed, the sheets crisp and the pillows soft was a whole other experience. You’d never take home comforts and luxuries for granted again.

Sighing deeply, you settled under the sheets and sank into the pillows, your body aching from the strenuous trauma of the recent week. Your eyes slowly began to close, feeling for the first time in a long time, safe. Knowing Leon was a few feet away, and the faint sound of the shower running and the softness of the sheets were lulling you to sleep.

A short while later, you were disrupted from your dozing state by the bathroom door swinging open once again. You sat up slightly, your brain a little bit fuzzy.

You were met with the sight of Leon walking out of the bathroom with just a towel slung around his hips, sitting perfectly on his waist, his skin and hair still damp from the shower. He was a sight for sore eyes, you didn’t even realise you were staring till Leon stopped and caught you.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Leon quipped, snapping you out of your dazed indulging and you felt your face flush in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. You just startled me, was all.” You lied.

“You normally stare like that at something that scares you?” Leon teased, that ghost of a smile threatening on his lips again. It was refreshing to see, you were used to a mostly serious Leon, the occasional sarcastic comment not included.

“I do when it looks that good.” You murmured, surprising yourself. Although you’d spoke very quietly, you knew it was loud enough for him to hear. You almost immediately looked away, settling yourself back down into the bed and not daring to look back up. You couldn’t believe you’d just let that slip. What the fuck did you think you were doing?

There was a silence, and you still daren’t look anywhere but the pillow next to you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it weird.” You said quickly.

“That was bold. I like it but you’re very wrong.” Leon responded.

“Wrong? I know it was wrong. I’m sorry.” You said quickly, turning yourself back over so you could see him again now.

“No, I mean you’re wrong about me looking good. You didn’t make it weird, don’t sweat.” Leon said cooly as he retrieved his own set of clean clothes from the bag. A t-shirt, some joggers and a jacket. He picked out only the joggers, and rested them on his palm for a minute before turning to look at you.

“You mind?” He said.

“Oh, sorry.” You apologised again, feeling your face flush scarlet for the millionth time as you shifted yourself onto your other side yet again, back to facing the wall and staring at the pillow. Listening, you could hear shuffling as Leon pulled his clothes on. You remained in your position, waiting for the all clear but it never came. Instead, you saw him make his way around the bed and he grabbed the two pillows next to you, before shuffling back round and throwing them on the floor.

“What are you doing?” You asked, sitting up and turning.

“Laying down.” Leon replied, chuckling slightly as though the answer was obvious.

“On the floor?”

“Yeah, you can have the bed.”

“What?” You said, aghast.

“You can have the bed…?” Leon repeated, unsure why your reaction was one of shock.

“That’s ridiculous. You’ve been getting beaten black and blue for the better part of a week, now you get your ass into this bed.” You demanded.

“I was just doing my job.”

“Yeah I get it, and I don’t care. You deserve a comfortable bed to sleep in, I mean, Christ, when was the last time either of us had a good night’s sleep? Now, come on. I insist. You need proper rest.”

Leon sighed, breaking eye contact with you and knowing that you weren’t going to change your mind anytime soon. He’d only known you for the past couple of days, but it was enough time to learn that you were as stubborn as anything.

“At least budge up to that side, I’m sleeping by the door.” Leon said, picking up the pillows from the floor and throwing them back on the bed where they belonged. You did as he asked, knowing that that was going to be something non-negotiable. You were aware it was his job to protect you, as he’d reminded you many a times when you’d thanked him, but you couldn’t not notice just how protective Leon actually was. It was in his nature.

Once you’d shuffled over, you winced dramatically at the cold side of the bed.

“I see you were keeping it warm for me.” Leon said smugly, as he climbed into your previously occupied spot that was toasty warm.

“Yeah, you’re welcome.” You quipped back, sarcastically. “I’m freezing now.” You huffed.

“That can be resolved easily.”

“Are you one of those guys that’s like a fucking sauna in bed?”

“Uhh… I guess so.”

“Well great, ‘cause I get cold in bed.” You responded, smiling as Leon returned your expression. He held your gaze for a moment, the smile faltering for a split second before he proceeded to sit up, exposing his back to you and what you were faced with could’ve made you cry.

His broad, muscular back was painted with bruises, lacerations and an array of scars. There was a bright red slash that crossed over his shoulder blades that looked incredibly painful, and all you could do was lay there and stare for a moment. Leon was oblivious of you watching the way his muscles flexed, as he moved to grab water from the nightstand.

“Leon…” You whispered involuntarily, whilst staring at his countless injuries.

“Hmm?” He hummed, as he took a swig out of the bottle and twisted to face you.

“Your back.”

“What about it? Oh- yeah. It’s no big deal.”

“It looks painful.” Your voice was still barely more than a whisper.

“It’s nothing.”

“Let me look.” You insisted, sitting up yourself now. “May I?”

Leon paused for a moment, before nodding and giving you permission to touch him. Gently, you traced your fingers on his scars and bruises, careful not to touch the fresh cut.

“There must be something we can clean that up with in here.” You muttered to yourself.

“It’ll be fine, honestly. It’s mostly healed now at least.”

“What did this?”

Leon laughed humourlessly, and you pressed your lips together.

“Right, good point.” You agreed. “At least let me get you some ice or something? It looks so painful.”

“No, I’m not letting you out of my sight. Listen, Y/N, trust me I’ve dealt with worse, and not gonna lie the shower helped a lot. I’ll be fine. Why don’t you get some sleep?”

You sighed. “Okay but the minute we land you’re getting that checked out.”

“Whatever you say.”

“I’m serious, Leon.” And you were in fact very serious. The affection you felt towards this man had grown by the day, and to see him with so many injuries, and to think they were from saving you, it made you incredibly upset. Lost in thought, you began absentmindedly tracing lines on his back, gentle as ever. Leon didn’t move, he felt his tense muscles relax under your touch, but they soon tightened again once he felt the familiar warmth bloom in his chest.

He’d been harbouring feelings towards you too, growing closer over the time the two of you had been in each other's company. But he was very aware of who you were, and the fact he had been entrusted wholly with the task of rescuing you and bringing you home safely. And not just by anyone for that matter. Leon could not, under any circumstances, make a move on you. No matter how badly he wanted to.

Or how nice your touch felt right now.

Leon’s muscles tensing under your fingertips jolted you out of your little daydream

“Are you okay? You’re so tense.” You mumbled again, removing your hand.

“Yeah… Nothing new there.” Leon laughed, again his voice devoid of humour.

“You want me to help with that?”

Leon froze again, and then cleared his throat softly, trying desperately to hide any form of emotion on his face - something he was usually good at but at this moment in time his award winning poker face was about to get knocked off the podium.

“Hmm? What do you mean by that?” He asked, in a low voice.

“Well, I’ve been told I give great massages.”

Leon breathed a silent sigh of relief, a massage. Okay. That wasn’t anything too weird. He could control himself over a massage, if you were insistent on giving him one which he had a feeling you were. No big deal.

“Oh. I’ve never had one, so I got nothing to compare it to.” Leon shrugged.

“What? You’ve never had a massage? And was that a yes by the way?” You asked all of this very quickly, a smile creeping on your face.

“Yes, and yes.” Leon chuckled hesitantly. You beamed, ordering him to turn further away from you so you could reach his shoulders properly.

“Okay, I’ll be gentle.” You hummed, as you shuffled cross legged on the bed to position yourself directly behind him, straightening your back before raising your hands in anticipation to touch his shoulders. With Leon facing away from you, the anticipation of him waiting for your touch almost killed him. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“You ready?” You asked, as your hands hesitated above his bare skin, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Leon hummed in response, and with his permission you rested your hands on his broad shoulders and began massaging deep circles into his muscles. A sigh and a low groan escaped Leon’s lips at the pressure of your fingertips on his sore skin.

“See what you’ve been missing?” You smiled, as you continued to gently work into his muscles which were solid.

“Jesus Leon, you said you were tense but my God.” You murmured to him, but Leon was lost in his own little world right now as he succumbed to your hands. Your voice, your hands, the way you felt, hell even the smell of you was driving him crazy right now. This wasn’t a good idea.

Leon tried his best to put those thoughts to the side, relaxing into your touch once more and that’s when you leaned in further, kneading into a particularly painful knot and your hot breath brushed on his skin. It gave him goosebumps and he swore under his breath.

“You okay?” You asked softly, immediately slowing your pace in case you were hurting him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m not gonna lie this feels fucking amazing.”

“I’m glad.” You smiled to yourself, bursting with pride and so happy you were making him feel good

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence as you continued to knead his shoulders until your fingers started to ache and his skin was red raw.

“Okay, now on your front.” You said, suddenly.

“Sorry?”

“Lay down on your front on the bed, I’m gonna get the rest of your back.” You explained with a laugh at the slightly baffled look on Leon’s face.

“Oh, you’re really going all out on this?”

“You bet. I’m providing a service here.”

Leon chuckled but did as you asked, which surprised you. He mostly had some objections when it came to pretty much anything that didn’t involve sitting and guarding you.

Once Leon was situated on his front, his elbows propping his head up, you swung a leg over to straddle his hips, giving you full access to his bruised and scarred back.

“I’ll be really careful not to touch your cut, okay?” You said, quietly.

“It’s fine. I didn’t expect you to be sitting on me whilst you did this.” Leon interjected, his voice, for once, full of humour.

“Hey, don’t question my methods.” You quipped back.

“I’m not, I’m not.” Leon protested, jokingly.

The sensation of your hands pressing into his skin shut him up again pretty sharpish, replacing his teasing words with soft sighs and groans. You carefully avoided any fresh looking bruises and cuts, mainly focusing on his lower back as you’d freed up most of his upper back already. The sight of his injuries still made you upset, and you questioned to yourself: why on earth would anyone do this job? I mean, of course you weren’t complaining, you’d been saved but, it was a line of work so gruelling, and filled with danger and trauma. The question burned into your brain as you scanned over every bruise and laceration, but you thought it best to keep the question to yourself for the time being, being your goal here was to make Leon relax, not interrogate him about his choice of job.

Continuing to press calming circles into Leon’s skin, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of the A/C and the odd sigh coming from Leon. Time flew by, you weren’t sure how long you’d been sat doing this but you could feel your eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

“You can stop now, your hands must hurt.” Leon said, softly.

“I am getting really sleepy.” You admitted, a yawn following your sentence as you released your hands from his skin and rolled back onto the bed next to him.

“How was that?” You sighed, tucking your hands under your head before rolling sleepily to face an uncharacteristically content looking Leon.

“Pretty damn good.” He smiled, a tired but genuine smile and it made you mirror his expression.

“Good.” You beamed, eyes almost shutting now but you were fighting to keep them open, desperate to take in every sight of the man before you.

“Leon, can I ask you something?” You said, hesitantly.

“Sure.” He replied, as he turned himself onto his back now, sighing at the noticeable relief in his back and shoulders.

“Why do you do this job?”

Leon stared at the ceiling for a moment, before lulling his head and turning to you.

“Because it’s my job.”

“I know it’s your job. I mean, why did you choose it?”

Leon waited another moment, deciding how he could phrase this knowing there wasn’t really anything he could disclose about the nature of his ‘employment’ without putting you or himself in danger.

“Let’s just say, I didnt choose it.”

“Oh, like the job chose you or something? You one of those?” You teased, but the way Leon’s expression didn’t falter from a serious stare as his head lulled back towards you told you he wasn’t joking. He was deadly serious.

“You mean like, you were forced?” You asked, so quietly you were almost whispering now. You took Leon’s lack of response as a ‘yes’. What on earth could have possibly happened to this man, that he was forced to do something as harrowing as this for a living? A month ago, you wouldn’t have believed there could be such evil in the world. Presently, you didn’t need to ask further questions to get a rough idea of what Leon’s predicament was. You’d witnessed enough insanity and cruelty to last you a life time, and certainly enough to know that whatever Leon had been through had to have been horrific if it meant he was bound to this for life.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could manage, in a whisper as you tried not to let emotion overtake you. “You deserve so much better.”

Leon looked back at you, his blue eyes piercing but his expression, as always, was unreadable. Yours on the other hand, well he could read you like a book.

“Hey, hey. Don’t get upset. No need for that.” Leon shushed as he turned to face you, putting a hand behind your head and pulling you gently into his chest. “What’re you crying for?”

“Nothing, I’m fine. I just, feel so bad.” You sniffed as you pulled away from him gently, slightly embarrassed that you were crying.

“Why?”

“Well, because you’re just a wonderful person Leon, and to think that you didn’t get a say in… in this. Well, it just makes me sad.” You explained, through teary eyes.

“Listen to me, it is what it is. I make the best of it, y’know? There’s always a silver lining, to everything. Like, if I wasn’t doing this job, I wouldn’t have met you.”

You eyes shifted back towards him, looking up at him through wet eyelashes, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“You mean that?” You said.

“God, yes. I know I don’t say much but, I think you’re incredible, Y/N. And hell, I’d do all that again twice over if it meant I got to meet you every single time.”

You were shocked into silence for a moment, unable to speak as you processed the words he was saying.

“Really? You’d go through all of that again?” You managed to respond.

“Well…” Leon jokingly looked upwards, placing a hand under his chin feigning deep thought.

“Hey!” You nudged him gently, and he immediately started laughing and you giggled with him.

“No but seriously, I mean it. You make it worth it.”

Stunned into silence once again, you simply stared into his eyes, flitting between his own crystal blue gaze and then subconsciously to his lips.

“I’m sorry, that was probably too much.” Leon let out a small humourless laugh, rolling onto his back again and resting his palm on his stomach.

“No, no, not at all.”

“Listen, Y/N-“

“No, you listen.” You interrupted him gently, and propped yourself up on your elbow. “I like you Leon, a lot.”

He turned to look at you, it was his turn to look shocked now, his famous poker face finally slipping.

“You do?”

“Yes.” You said, firmly.

“No, see, I’m flattered, and I like you too, but-“

“No but’s, you like me and I like you, let’s leave it there.” You said quickly, a small smile forming on your lips and not wanting anything to ruin this moment.

“But,” Leon continued, and you felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. “Your dad trusted me in saving you. I can’t be interested in you in that way.”

“But… you are.” You stated.

“Yes… but that doesn’t mean to say I should act on it.” Leon countered, his tone annoyingly sensible.

“And what about me? Don’t I get a say in this? Can’t I, act on it?” You responded, your tone soft and teasing but you were also deadly serious beneath the facade. You wanted Leon so badly it hurt, and after all, what’s stopping you once that plane lands in the U.S and you’re returned safely home to your father? Mission accomplished and you’re no longer the objective, right?

You explained your thoughts aloud to a listening Leon, minus the wanting him so bad part.

“I hear what you’re saying, Y/N, I do. But I don’t think your dad would take too kindly-“

“Oh stop. Listen, I know my dads the president and all and he’s meant to be all big and scary but at the end of the day, he’s just my dad. And he’s gonna be absolutely thrilled to see me home safe and alive, and I for one won’t be letting him forget who brought me home… safe and alive.” You anunceated the last two words prominently, taking in Leon’s expression as he digested your words.

“He’s going to be indebted to you for the rest of his life.” You continued to press.

“Okay, maybe, maybe, you’ve got a point-“

“I know I do!” You interjected.

“But I still don’t think it would be allowed.” Leon finished, and you sighed dramatically, before leaning closer to him and saying lowly.

“I’m the president’s daughter, I’ll make it allowed.” You leaned back and grinned, taking in a slightly wide-eyed Leon.

“Okay. Let’s make a deal, we get back to the U.S, we get all dressed up, and I take you out for a nice dinner, how about that?” Leon proposed.

“Yeah, I think I’d quite like that, Leon.” You smiled, softly.

“Settled, then it’s a date.” He smiled back.

“You gotta seal the deal now.” You teased.

“Oh, we can seal the deal all night if you want to.”

“You’re so stupid.” You laughed as you closed the gap between you, finally tasting his sweet lips which you’d been craving. You’d made him yours.

3 weeks later

You’d lost track of time at this point, words failed you as you came for the fourth time on Leon’s tongue alone. He was relentless, his fingers gripping your thighs so tight it was bound to leave bruises. There was no chance of you closing your legs, he was going to have all of you and he wasn’t stopping till he was satisfied, you’d discovered this within the first week of the two of you dating.

Back arching off the mattress, you felt another orgasm building in your lower stomach, your mouth falling agape as nothing but strangled moans and gasps left your lips. Leon was taking in your every move, he’d learned more or less what you liked by now, what spots to suck harder and where to be a little gentler, but there was still so much to learn, so much to explore with you.

He dipped his tongue inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars and that was enough to push you over the edge. You fell silent this time, mouth staying open as your orgasm crashed over you and pleasure flooded through your body like electricity.

“Fuck! Leon.” You almost shrieked as you fell back on the mattress, desperately pushing his head away from overstimulation but his grip wasn’t relenting.

“Such a good girl for me.” Leon murmured against you, his tongue already brushing over you ready to start all over again.

“I can’t…”

“Yes you can.”

“No, no Leon…” You breathed desperately trying to catch your breath.

“Please let me touch you instead.” You tapped his forearm, signalling you wanted him to fully stop and he did as you instructed. A very simple gesture but something the two of you had established early on, it was important especially to Leon, that you felt wholly comfortable when you were intimate together.

“Thanks.” You breathed, absolutely fucked out but desperate to return the favour. You knelt on the bed, shuffling towards his now standing form and pulling him into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

Reaching between the two of you, you palmed his hard length through his boxers, before eagerly slipping your hand inside and gripping him with your palm. Leon groaned at the skin on skin contact, immediately bucking his hips into your hand. He was rock hard, tip dripping with pre-cum as an attestment to how much eating you out turned him on. You moaned softly into his mouth too, just drawing pretty sounds out of him like this pleasured you just as much.

“Get on the bed. Let me take care of you.” You ordered softly, and Leon obliged, taking off his boxers. He laid down in the middle of the bed, splayed out for you, his cock pressing on his stomach. You climbed back over to him, kissing down his stomach before reaching where he needed you the most. You licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, and he groaned lowly and dropped his head back into the pillows.

You wasted no time before you took him fully in your mouth, using your hand to pump what wouldn’t fit. You twisted your palm around his length and bobbed your head in a rhythm that drove Leon crazy. Taking the time to swirl your tongue around the tip as you reached the top everytime, something you’d noticed he loved.

“Fuck baby that’s it.” Leon praised, his voice low in his throat in a way that caused heat to pool between your legs.

“Keep going, just like that for me.”

You continued working his cock, drinking in his every reaction and sound. He was very responsive, which was refreshing and quite frankly so hot.

You were like each other in the way you were both desperate to please, desperately eager to learn the others needs and wants.

Leon pulled you off of him with a groan, and your mouth made a popping sound as he pulled you off his cock and guided you towards his mouth. The kiss was passionate, one which he domineered as he tongue entered your mouth and he worked his fingers into your hair.

“Please, Leon. Please I need you to fuck me.” You begged pathetically.

“Relax, you’ll get what you want.” Leon breathed between kisses. In one fluid movement, you were on your stomach with your face pressed into the mattress and he was lining himself up with your entrance, teasing you.

He knew this drove you crazy, you bit your lip till it practically bled and you gripped the sheets, refraining from begging further. He still wasn’t moving.

“Leon…” you whined.

“Mhm?” He responded casually, cluelessly, whilst he continued to tease your soaking entrance.

“Stop fucking around, just please…”

The teasing stopped for a brief second, and you rejoiced in thinking you were getting what you wanted, but you were met with a palm hitting your ass cheek with a hard slap causing you to yelp.

“You wanna ask again sweetheart? Nicely?” Leon said as he massaged the skin on your ass that was now bright red.

“Please Leon, please fuck me.” You breathed again, your dignity out the window as you ached for him. Leon didn’t need to be told twice before he pushed inside of you, causing you both to moan out as he bottomed out. He began moving almost straight away, giving you a few moments to adjust to him before he was pounding into you at an unrelenting pace. You gripped the bed sheets desperately, each thrust sending you forward on the bed causing you to grip the sheets harder. You were a mess of moans and whines, repeats of his name spilling from your lips like it was the only word in your vocabulary. Leon’s hands were grasping your hips firmly, guiding you back onto him as he cock dragged in and out of you.

“Oh god, more please.” You cried out, desperate for him to go deeper, if that was even possible. Leon adjusted himself slightly, and slowed his thrusts down for a moment causing you to whine further from the lack of stimulation. You weren’t disappointed for long however, no, Leon couldn’t have that. He thrust back into you with force, his cock hitting your sweet spot with such vigour it made you cry out. He repeated the same movement, over and over again, slowly dragging his cock out and then slamming it back into you again.

“You like that better?” Leon murmured.

“Mhm.” Was all you could muster along with a frantic nod of encouragement, fearing he might stop if you didn’t like it but equally not being able to fully verbalise through your relentless moans of gratification. Leon chuckled to himself quietly, watching how you come undone around his cock like this never failed to amaze him. He loved it.

The familiar coil in your stomach wound again, tighter and tighter with each deep thrust before it snapped once again. You saw white, pleasure taking over as you writhed beneath your boyfriend and your pussy clenched and fluttered around him. This was enough for Leon, the sight of you going dumb on his cock was one thing, but feeling how your pussy clenched and pulsed around him pushed him over the edge. His hips stuttered and he emitted a low groan from his chest, before he pulled out and finished on your back.

He collapsed shortly after by your side, grabbing you a towel from your earlier excursion and cleaning you up so you could flip on your back too.

“Oh my god.” You sighed, your limbs resorting to jelly. Leon laughed breathily, catching his breath back as he rest a palm on his toned chest.

You both lay there for a moment, catching your breath and bathing in the aftermath of your highs.

“I’m so glad they sent me to save you.” Leon said after a second, turning to face you, his gaze on yours.

Your expression immediately softened at his words.

“I’m pretty glad they sent you too.” You smiled. Leon pulled you in and kissed you gently on the forehead.

“We should get some sleep, big day tomorrow.” You murmured against Leon’s chest.

“Big day?”

“Yes, you’re going golfing with my Dad, remember?” You reminded him.

“Oh, yeah. Almost forgot, cause that’s not terrifying or anything.”

“Shut up Leon, he loves you. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Leon sighed, pulling you closer and tighter to his chest.

“I know I don’t, I’ve got you now. Nothin’ to worry about anymore.”

#Leon Kennedy #Leon s Kennedy #Leon Kennedy smut #Leon s Kennedy smut #Leon Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x fem reader #Leon s Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x Ashley Graham #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #re4r #re4

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alessiathepirate · 11 months

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Resident Evil 4

CLUELESS: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Summary: Five times they were sure they weren't dating and one time they weren't. OR: Luis, Ashley, Ada and Krauser having enough of how oblivious and clueless they are about their feelings.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing, violence, my Spanish (if I used something in the wrong context please feel free to tell me so I can improve), Luis being the number one fanboy and Ashley being best girl

•••

Prince Charming and his señorita

"Tell me señorita, are you and Prince Charming a thing?"

She looked up at Luis with furrowed eyebrows, her face full of confusion. She examined his gestures and the way the muscles around his mouth moved, forming a small, knowing smirk.

"Why? You want to take me out on a date or something?" she asked, quickly falling for the assumption that all Luis wants is to know if she's single so he can continue his flirting, hoping the one liners will magically work.

But then again, she thought, he'd still do it without remorse.

So what does he really want with that question?

"I'd love to cariño, but not with a señorita who's already taken."

"I'm not. Do whatever you want with that information."

She turned away from him, continuing her search through the small villa in hopes of some extra ammunition. She opened a drawer, but found nothing other than some old photos.

"I don't believe you, cariño." Luis said, suddenly breaking the silence.

She slammed the drawer shut in frustration and looked at him, trying to keep her cool and not get annoyed at his antics. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

She should've gotten used to his teasing by now, but it was impossible to do so. He always found something to talk about, question her about and annoy her about. And now that she was afraid her partner and the president's daughter got hurt in some way after they got seperated, Luis's teasing just crossed a line.

"Look, 'cariño', I don't know why you have to annoy me with literally everything all the time, but I'd appreciate it if you stopped." she pleaded slowly, hoping he'll just stop.

"Oh, there's nothing to feel ashamed of, mi vida. Love is a beautiful and natural thing." he continued on, as he leaned against the wall, looking at her with pure naught. "Besides, I'm sure our Yanqui feels the same way... Deep in love, you know, I'm sure it sounds familiar."

She turned away, this time to hide the slight blush that appeared on her face. Thinking about Leon like that made her stomach feel like it's doing acrobatics.

"No one looks at another person like that without being in love. And our Leon looks at you like tu eres todo su mundo."

She turned to look at him quickly, wanting to ask what he meant when he said that - and when Luis noticed her pink cheeks he just smirked.

"Aw, look at that blush! You for sure look you're not in love cariño."

"Shut up!"

"Really? You want me to? How will you let him know your feelings without my advice, ey?"

"Like I'd take your advice."

"I'm not saying you have to," Luis started to explain himself. "I'm just saying I'm your best option."

She just rolled her eyes shamelessly, but Luis didn't seem to care.

"Now- with a boy like our Leon, the best thing you can do in your situation is to make him j-"

She'll never know what he really wanted to say, because in the next second loud noises were coming from outside and both of them ran to the nearest window to figure out what was going on. The moment she realized Leon and Ashley were running towards their hideout as hoards of Spanish undead were chasing them and shouting at them, she ran towards the door, opening it without thinking twice.

"This way!" she shouted.

Ashley was the first to arrive and she gave her a short hug as she waited for Leon to get inside. When they were finally able to close the door behind themselves, she felt two strong arms quickly wrapping themselves around her shoulders and waist, and the next thing she knew she was hugging Leon like there was no tomorrow.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course I am."

"You sure?"

And even if in the next moment Luis was stuck between the wall and a very upset Leon Kennedy, he still sent a smirk her way, as if he'd say: "Sure, princesa, you two are just business partners with heart shaped eyes."

•••

The way they act around each other

"Can I ask you something?" Ashley asked as she was sitting on top of a barrel, dangling her feet as she watched Leon at the shooting range.

"Of course."

"This may sound a little weird, but- are you and Leon dating?"

She turned to look at Ashley as if she just grew another head - what in their situation was quite likely to happen.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you in a relationship with him?" Ashley asked again, examining the ways her expression changed as she waited for an answer.

"I understood what you meant the first time, it's just- what makes you think that?"

"The way you act around each other." Ashley started to explain as she looked back at Leon, who shot a cutout of a pirate in the head. "He always makes sure you're okay and you always check if he has any new bruises."

She leaned against the barrel Ashley was sitting on as she looked at the man they were talking about as well. She watched as his muscles tensed up a bit everytime he pulled the trigger, she watched as he bit his lip in concentration when the target was further away and she watched as his eyes followed the bullet's movement. She bit her lip as her heartbeat got quicker at both the sight and thought - the thought that every single person in Spain seems to think they are dating.

"I care about him."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"He seems like a great guy."

"He is a great guy." she said, knowing she's saying the truth. Whoever Leon'll date in the future - that girl will for sure be a lucky girl.

She couldn't help but giggle as Leon turned towards them with a satisfied little smile, being proud of himself that he just beat his own highscore.

"Do you think you can beat me?"

"Oh, it's on!" she smirked, accepting the challenge.

She ran up to the shooting range, leaving a confused, but happy Ashley behind. She could literally feel her gaze on them and she could heard her thoughts saying: "They are really cute!" - she shook her head, getting those thoughts out of her head. She needs to focus if she wants to win.

"Handgun?"

"Handgun."

Leon smiled as he put his hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeez, causing her to almost choke on her own saliva.

"Let's see what you can do."

As she rose her gun she could hear Ashley saying "Leon, can I ask you about something?". She missed the first shot when Ashley asked "Are you two dating?", because her heart skipped a beat and beacuse she had to force herself not to look at Leon's expression.

•••

She should keep her boyfriend on a leash

"You should keep your boyfriend on a leash." she immediatelly stopped what she was doing when she heard the very familiar voice of Ada Wong, the woman who was there the night her life became horrific. "He likes to get himself in trouble."

"He's not my boyfriend." she said her voice becoming higher from the annoyance. "And I'm sure he can make his own decisions."

"He clearly can't if you're still not together." she heard the noises of high heels meeting with the wooden floor from behind her and she was sure Ada was walking towards her.

"Where are they?"

" 'They?' " Ada asked and she hated how her voice was full of pride, meaning she knows more than she does. "They got separeted half an hour ago, so now Leon is looking for the both of you."

She turned around, looking at Ada's features hoping they'll give her an explanation to what's going on. But she couldn't read anything off of her face, it was stone cold with a bit of teasing naught.

"So what, you gave Leon a surprise visit as well?"

"No need to get jealous, he didn't give me the welcome I expected."

"What can you expect in a situation like ours?"

She didn't get an answer to her question.

"Leave the girl and get out of here as soon as you can. So maybe you two can finally go on a date." she almost shouted out in frustration, but stopped herself from doing so just in time. "But please, be brave enough to make the first move, because he won't."

For the first time since forever she became speechless and didn't even think about shooting Ada in the leg when she climbed out of the window.

•••

La misión

She almost punched Luis in the face when he touched her shoulder, scaring her and causing her well trained reflexes to react. She stopped just in time, missing his cheekbone by a thread.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Just Luis, mi amor."

"Do you want to die or something?" she asked, not knowing if she meant it as a threat or as a free life lesson.

"Not really, cariño." he answered as she let go of him and took a few steps backwards. "Now tell me, how is la misión going?"

"What mission? Ashley is fine with Leon-"

"I meant our mission, princesa, how are things going with Leon?"

"Oh my God, why do you hate me so much?" she whispered the poetic question as she hid her face in her palms.

"Any success with the confession yet?"

"Can we just stop talking about my love life?"

"Not really, cariño, since we only share this mission together. After that you're on your own."

She chose not to answer and decided to take a look at her surroundings. The other door was locked, she checked it just before Luis arrived, so she had to find another way around the castle if she wanted to reunite with Ashley and Leon. God, she really hoped they are okay, there are some strong enemies around here.

Five seconds. She left Luis unsupervised for five seconds while she walked up to a window deep in thoughts, and Luis has already gotten bored. And in his boredom he decided to give Leon a call.

"Luis, where are you?" she could hear Leon's slightly annoyed voice through the trasmitter.

"Sorry I, uh, I screwed up." he started in a quite serious tone, but then glanced at her and smiled. "Come to our rescue Prince Charming!"

"I'll show you charming!" she almost laughed at his anger. "Wait, what do you mean 'our'?"

Luis turned the transmitter towards her, so Leon could get a clear view of her standing in front of the window. She just furrowed her eyebrows, having enough of both Luis and the situation.

Leon looked both frustrated and confused as he looked at her. She sent a smile his way.

"I met up with your señorita, Sancho. We might as well continue our adventure together, sí?" he turned the machine away from her. "Meet us in the Ballroom and don't be late! Or I'll be the one asking her for a dance! Nos vemos!"

As she looked at the man acting like a child, the only thought she had was: "I should've punched him straight in the jaw."

•••

The rookie kept his girl scout around

"I see you kept your girlfriend around, rookie."

That was the last fucking straw. The last fucking person she wanted to hear that sentence from. If Leon doesn't grab her hand, she would've shot Krauser in the face - and it's not like she's stupid. She knows it wouldn't kill him, but she'd enjoy the feeling of looking at the damaged muscles on his face.

Luis should be the one teasing them. He should be the one walking with them, telling them every five seconds how cute they are and how beautiful amor is. Not that asshole...

She wanted to shout at him, scream at him in anger and sadness, but Leon's grip on her stopped her in that as well. She looked at his face, questioning why he's holding her back when Krauser killed Luis in cold blood for absolutely nothing...

"Don't let him get in your head..." was all he said, as he kept a firm hold on her and they started to walk among the ruins.

"Oh, you're worried about the girl, is that it?" Krauser asked as he played with the knife in his hands. "No, I don't think that's it. I think you're worried about another girl, am I right? You're worried about your girlfriend even though she went through the same training as you. But that's just like you. You always had poor judgment."

She saw how Leon's jaw tightened and it was her turn to keep a firm hold on him, not letting him fall apart.

"But if you think I'm gonna let you out of here alive... you're even more naive than I thought." she was pushed to Leon's other side, further away from Krauser. "You can't save her. You can't save anyone."

She could feel the tension in his body grow and in a last hopeful chance to calm him down she said: "Come on, Leon. 'Don't let him get in your head.' "

"Or do you think you can save the girl scout?" for a short second their gaze met and she wished she could spit at him from this distance. "We both know she wasn't the best in hand-to-hand combat."

"Give it up, Krauser!" Leon acted on his anger so suddenly, that her heartbeat quickened from the sudden fear. "Being a lackey for these maniacs won't bring your men back. And what the Hell for? Revenge on the goverment? You think they would want that?"

She could feel the cold running through her back, the feeling of close danger sharpened her senses. She kept her gaze on Krauser, not daring to blink, afraid that she'll miss the first attack.

"Revenge? You think I'm doing all this for revenge?"

"Isn't that what this is all about?"

She stopped listening to what Krauser was saying and rather focused on his body language. She saw how with every word he says out loud his shoulders become more tense. Some kind of slight anger was about to overtake him.

So what? Let it. She's always liked to fight him when he was pissed off, because then he made more mistakes.

"You know," she started. "you were always an asshole. At least you were a honored one in the past... now, you're simply just an asshole."

She felt Leon's body tense up at her words and she realized he's afraid Krauser will hurt her.

"Enough reminiscing!" this time he couldn't hide his frustration. "Move out and draw fire, soldier!"

She reacted quickly, pulling Leon behind a broken column long before Krauser started to fire. As she sat there, she pulled out her handgun and then put her knife in her shoe. Knowing their ex-major, she'll need that more, but it's better to use that as a surprise.

"Next time, try not to piss him off."

She turned to Leon with a half smile. "What? You think only you can do that, rookie?"

"Stop it!"

"Come on!" she teased with a small smirk. "I know you love it when that name is coming from me."

Leon couldn't hide how his mouth wanted to form a smile. "I let you call me that. Now let's go and kick his ass!"

"Oh, I feel honored!" she said as she got to her knees and shot her first bullet from behind the column.

•••

Fear makes your heart feel full

She felt like her heart stopped beating for a few moments when Leon fell to the ground and it didn't take more than half a second for her to join him on the floor. She landed on her knees as she pressed one of her hands to her chest tightly, still feeling the pain the machine caused as it removed the plaga. The fear that flooded her mind made her numb, her breathing became heavy as she looked up at Ashley and asked her to help her get him up in the medical chair, so they can get the plaga out of him as well.

And now as she sat next to him, holding his hand as she waited for him to wake up she felt like nothing else matters. She won't take a single fucking step without him.

"He'll be fine. I'm sure of it." Ashley said who has found a chair close to them.

"I know." she muttered and she had to swallow, because her mouth felt dry. "I know he will, I'm just- worried about him."

She examined his features, looked him up and down to make sure he's okay - and when she realized he seems calm and relaxed, she felt like she can breath again. Only moments ago he was in pain. She could see it on his face, the way the muscles around his eyes and nose moved... But not anymore. Now he seems to feel better. His cheeks aren't red and the black veins disappeared as well.

"Ashley?"

"Yes?"

"When- when you thought we were dating... You spoke about this, didn't you? How we take care of each other..." she felt her heartbeat quicken as she muttered the last few words.

"Yes, this is what I was talking about."

She looked at Leon again, feeling the pure need to hug him and keep him close so she could feel the heat radiating off of him and feel the way his body is moving with every small breath.

"I don't think I'd be able to feel like this about anyone else... Not even in a relationship."

She could see the soft smile on Ashley's face and for a moment she saw the both of them in a café back in the USA, talking and laughing about nothing at all.

"He's not just a friend, is he?"

"I don't know. Luis said he looks at me like 'tu eres todo su mundo'. Like 'you're his whole world'."

"I can see what he meant by that." for a moment the atmosphere became sad - Luis was still a new loss and a fresh wound, and with that a still present regret. She should've been more playful instead of being an asshole. "That's how you look at Leon everytime we're at the shooting range."

"He looks good at the shooting range." she said without thinking, feeling her cheeks become red soon after.

"You know, it's hard to find a normal guy these days. I'm happy you found each other."

"So you don't have a nice guy in a suit waiting for you at home?" she asked teasingly.

"No. Not really."

"Well I'm sure we can say that after this messed up adventure you won't need one. You'll look after yourself just fine and you'll have time to find that nice guy." she smiled at Ashley who felt more like a friend by now than the president's daughter.

In the next second Leon's hand moved in her hold and she almost fell off the chair. She stood up instead of staying there and she tightened her hold on him.

"Jesus Christ, Leon!" she spoke up, her voice full of both worry and happiness as she looked down at him. "You pull an act like that again and you'll burry me the next time you wake up."

He opened his eyes, the blue irises full of confusion as he looked up at her while he tried to get used to the light.

"The plaga..."

"We removed it." she said, not letting him finish his sentence. "There's no need to worry about that anymore."

She noticed that Ashley walked further away from them, giving them some privacy even if there wasn't another room to go to. Then her gaze was back on Leon again as she slowly let go of his hand.

"You removed it?"

"Yeah, we did." she smiled at him, feeling like her heart is full - full of so many emotions she doesn't know what to feel. "God, I was so worried about you."

"It's fine, I'm fine. Thanks to you."

They smiled at the other with one of those small, shy smiles what paints everyones cheeks pink.

"Can you stand up?"

"Sure, don't worry about that."

But he couldn't stand up. His legs gave up halfway and if she's not there he would've landed on the ground again.

"Careful. You have to take care of yourself." she scolded him as she helped him up, but didn't take a step away from him even when he was standing with a straight back. She craved the closeness more than anything.

"I'm not the priority here."

"Of course you are! To me you fucking are!" the frustration and worry spoke from her without regret and now that she said that out loud, her breathing became heavy.

"Good to know we feel the same about each other."

They didn't speak for a moment and she couldn't do so even if she tried to, because Leon's right hand gently touched her right cheek; his thumb brushing along the angry red cut she got from Krauser's knife.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It never did."

"Such a liar." Leon laughed as he let go of her face.

"But you love me like that."

"Damn right I do."

For a few seconds she forgot how to breath and her chest started to ache, ache from all the bottled up emotions and the realization that he said that out loud. He said that out loud. Her eyes started to sting - God, she's such a weak girl, just like Krauser said in the past; crying over the things she shouldn't cry over...

"You do? You-" she took a deep breath before she continued. "You love me?"

The silence set in again, neither of them daring to speak up. She noticed how Leon shied away from her gaze and how her own heartbeat became dangerously fast.

"Of course he does!" Ashley's voice came so suddenly that she flinched, getting closer to her partner, because she forgot Ashley was still in the room with them. "And if he doesn't take you out on a date when we get back home..."

No one said anything else about that. Leon just pressed a kiss to her forehead, almost giving her a heart attack whille he did so.

"Let's get out of here, yeah? So we can go out on a date..."

She didn't miss Ashley's quiet 'Finally' after they parted. She couldn't miss it even if she tried to.

As they got ready to leave, she noticed that her heart feels full. Full of love, love to give and accept. After all, love is a beautiful and natural thing and she for sure won't be afraid to look at Leon like he's her mundo entero. Not anymore.

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Anti-hero -.L.Kennedy 18+

Tw : Ada flirts with muse, no hate to Ada, I love her banter with Leon in this one . Leon just gets a bit jealous. Loved her separate ways <3 mentions of bar, Luis is alive!

A/N : hope you enjoy, feedback is appreciated! 🫶🏻Requests are open (for Leon and Wesker) also last call for Halloween themed requests!

You, Luis, Ashley, and your boyfriend Leon decided to explore a trendy new bar in town. The entire ambiance of the venue was a nostalgic nod to the early 2000s. Although bars were not typically your preferred hangout, this occasion merited a little celebration. Leon had triumphantly accomplished his daunting mission: rescuing Ashley from peril and even managing to secure Luis's safety as well. (It’s canon, I said so)

During a brief intermission from the dj, Luis ventured off to fetch some drinks, leaving you and Ashley to engage in a lively conversation. She emanated an effervescent demeanor, clearly elated to be back home, giving off the impression that she never met a stranger. Unwavering in his resolve, Leon sought to alter that perception; dedicating his weekends to coaching her in the art of self-defense. Which wasn’t going as smoothly as he thought it would.

Each of you had dressed impeccably to suit the special event, apart from Leon. He opted for a minimalist attire, as he occasionally did. You knew he was tired and wanted to relax, but you wanted to get him out of the house. So going out, to dinner was the originally plan. Until Luis and Ashley came trotting up your driveway, wanting to try out a new bar they found. You knew Leon wouldn’t be in the mood, but you pleaded and he finally agreed.

Moreover, he struggled to recover from his recent challenging mission. Therefore, you endeavored to support him in any way possible, a gesture he greatly cherished. You knew this mission had affected him differently. He ran into someone he used to know and it set in a terrible mood, you tried to pry. Hoping to ease his mind, but Leon wasn’t telling you anything yet.

“Hey sweetheart, I need to step into the bathroom for a moment," he expressed softly, planting a tender kiss upon your cheek. "Also, Ash, refrain from talking with strangers, please," Leon advised her firmly. She responded with a disapproving glare but ultimately acquiesced with a nod. She let out a huff and you giggled

“Who does he think he is?” She scoffed, then took a sip of her drink.

“The man who saved your life.” You butted in and she rolled her eyes.

“I guess he did, but still. I’m responsible.” She pouted and you nudged her arm.

“It’s alright ash, it happens to the best of us.” The both of you shared a look and saw Luis returning with drinks.

Luis triumphantly returned, carrying your beverages in hand. "Cheers ladies!" He bellowed, as the three of you raised your glasses for shots. Gently placing your glass back down, you couldn't help but release a light-hearted giggle. Engrossed in lively conversation with one another, you suddenly sensed an unrelenting gaze fixed upon you.

Your gaze swept across the colorful lit bar, landing on a captivating woman adorned with a chic ebony pixie cut, ensconced in a ravishing scarlet dress. As she caught your eye, she sent an enticing wave in your direction, to which you responded with a warm, reassuring grin. Anxiously, you yearned for Leon's swift return. You had a gut feeling, but tried to downplay your nerves, you were probably overthinking it.

Captivating your attention, Ashley humorously recounted a funny story. As your gaze returned to the mysterious woman, she had vanished without a trace. Confusion washed over you, yet you brushed aside the perplexing thoughts. That is, until her hand unexpectedly came to rest upon your shoulder.

As you shifted your gaze towards her, she beamed with the same radiant smile. Glancing subtly from the corner of your eye, you observed Luis wearing an expression of disdain on his visage. Even Ashley appeared less than enthusiastic.

“Hey sorry guys, there was a line at the bathr-“

Leon strode towards the table, briefly pausing before continuing. Relief washed over you upon his arrival; yet, his unenthusiastic demeanor dampened the mood.

“Why are you here? And get your hands off of her.” You could tell Leon was angry, you met the woman’s eye and they sparkled with mischief. “Oh leon calm down, I just wanted to get the pretty girls number.” She mocked him while faking a giggle.

"With a hint of pride, Leon shouted , "Well, that's MY GIRLFRIEND," as Luis gently placed a reassuring hand on Leon's shoulder to calm his rising temper. The provocative woman responded playfully, "Oh, really?Lucky boy.”With a flirtatious wink in your direction, she sensuously slid her phone number to you, adding enticingly, "In case you're ever in the mood to unwind for a bit." With that, she shifted her stance gracefully and sauntered toward the exit with an air of mystery lingering behind her.

Leon's fury had reached its peak. You swiftly slid off your stool and grasped his hand, gently pulling him along with you.

"Apologies, everyone, but it seems we must take our leave for the night."

Luis and Ashley had understood and you and Leon left. You walked to his motorcycle and were ready to hop on when he stopped.

“Listen… i made an ass of myself. Ada.. she’s know to do that. He began. “ I just wanted to tell you that I love and trust you.” You felt the blush rise and you caressed his cheek. “ I know hun. I love you too. Besides she’s not my type.” You replied with a playful wink. “

Leon smirked “well then who is your type?”

You thought for a moment before sliding your arms around his neck. “

You silly.”

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Lost and Found ♧| 2.

Leon S. Kennedy x reader (ft. my girl Ash)

A/N: This... this took me so long lmao I rewrote it like five times. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, though! I don't really write slow burn, so this might suck. I wanna apologize for how fucking wonky the events of Part one are???? They're all out of order lmao anyway, Enjoy!

~Fi 🪻

Warnings: swearing, reader is an idiot (lovingly, of course), mention of a small injury, sucky slow burn

Word count: 2.7k

Part 1 ♧ Part 2 ♧ Part 3 ♧

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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It had been a couple of months since Spain happened. Your life has definitely... changed. Both good and bad. You were plagued by nightmares frequently, instinctively grasping your arm every time you shot awake. A faint, pink scar had formed where the gash once sat. Tracing it absent mindedly was a common occurrence ever since the first dream. You'd stare at the blank wall in your living room, gently caressing it.

That mission took a toll on you, so you were granted a few months off to work through your night terrors and process everything. Ashley had been a great help with that. She made sure you hung out at least once a week and always stayed in contact, calling you and you calling her. The events of Spain didn't leave Ashley without any struggles either. But, she had assured you that she was save, protected at all times and getting support from professionals. Talking to her, about Spain or anything really, helped you get out of the hole you were in.

She was your best friend. Whether or not she knew it, she really was. You didn't really have friends. Not since Raccoon City. You stayed inside your dull little home the last few years, working a boring office job for the government. Your only friend had been Dave, a middle-aged man who worked in the security department. So you rotted away for years, mourning your past life. Your past you.

Honestly, you have no idea how you ended up as a special agent in the first place. Your police background increased your chances at scoring the position, but you didn't really have much experience. When you were offered the 'promotion', you didn't think too much of it. Couldn't be that hard, could it? You'd survived Raccoon City after all.

You were so wrong. You basically traded the mediocre lunch breaks you had with Dave, with running for your life from Zombies. Bad fucking trade. And the worst part, your officials didn't give a shit. They just wanted this to be dealt with as discretely as possible. End of the story, they underestimated how big this whole thing actually was, and now you were the one left with the shitty consequences. But you had Ashley! And Leon, of course, but that was a little more complicated.

You still hadn't gotten around to the promise of getting drinks together. He was going away on missions all the time, so although you kept in touch no matter what, he wasn't there. You thought, after some excruciating years, you had found your best friend again. Your person. And you did, but he was so close yet so out of reach. You couldn't take it anymore. You lost 7 whole years with him, and you finally had him back, but he was still gone.

"I don't know what to do, Ash." You sighed, playing with your shirt while you held the phone to your ear.

"Well, have you told him that? I'm sure he wants to spend more time with you too, but you need to tell him that!" She urged. Biting your lip, you hestitated.

"I just... he was my best friend. We did everything together, and now.. I know that it's him but I don't recognize him. He's.. different now. I thought he didn't change, but.. he did. That scares me. What scares me even more is the fact that he's always on my mind, I can't seem to function without him here. I only think about him. 24/7." You mumbled into the phone.

"Sounds a whole lot like you're in love with him."

"I- what? No! I mean, of course I love him, he's my best friend, but that's it. He's just my friend and you can love your friends, right? Like, everyone does, it's not something odd or anything." you rambled.

Sure, your heart lit a flame every time he smiled, and the sound of his laugh was heaven. His dumb jokes never failed to put a smile on your face but that's just how friends are. Yes. Totally. Friends feel like that. Just some regular friendly feelings.

"You're so oblivious! That's NOT how friends feel about eachother. Like ever. I've seen the way you look at him!" She argued. "What look? I don't look at him differently... do I?"

"Yes, you do. Everytime he's near you, that lovesick smile on your face kinda gives it away. Or the blush when he asks if you're okay. Not to mention how you panic when he gets hurt. Just admit it!" Ashley whined.

"I'm not in love with him, Ashley! He's my best friend, that's it!" You argued. She groaned into the phone. "I can't believe you're so smart yet so stupid." She said, clearly annoyed. "Rude." you mumbled.

"I have to go now, Miss Denial. Seriously though, you're not doing yourself a favor by denying your feelings." She said softly. You rolled your eyes and huffed.

"Would it make you feel better if I told you I'll think about it?"

"Definitely. Love you!" She beamed.

"Love you too." You chuckled as she hung up. Maybe you would think about it. If not for yourself, then for her. She was right about suppressing your feelings but about you being in love with Leon... you weren't sure.

Eh, that was a problem for the future you. For now, all you wanted to do was enjoy some drinks with him.

Your teeth gnawed at your lip, trying to decided how to go about this situation. Do you call Leon now? Tomorrow, maybe? Should you call him at all? You hadn't talked to eachother in a while... would it be awkward? Before you can lend any more attention to those thoughts, your phone rang and it was none other than Leon. Speak of the devil. You picked up, your heart racing.

"Hey... look, I'm sorry for not calling more, work s'just been busy. I.. Do you want to go for those drinks I promised tonight?" He sounded nervous. Unsure. He sounded so much like the Leon you knew. Your Leon. Maybe he hadn't changed that much after all. "Y-yeah, I'd love that. Um- how does eight sound?" You responded, a little more nervous than you wanted to. "Sounds good. See you." And with that, he hung up.

Something's up with him. Your brows furrowed. Maybe he worked more to get his mind off Spain? He was a workaholic, trying to do more and more and not realizing how much it actually affected him. He was hurting himself by trying to protect others from harm. Maybe it's just the stress. You had plenty of time to question him at the bar, supported by a few Piña Coladas.

A couple of hours before, the anxiety hit you like a truck. It was safe to say that you were scared out of your mind right now. How the fuck were you supposed to talk to Leon like nothing was going on? Like nothing happened? You couldn't. And after that conversation with Ashley? Nope. No chance. Panic was bubbling up your throat. You felt like you could never face him again. Everytime you looked at him, or even thought of him, it was just pain. The pain of the building collapsing on top of you. Your pained cries when you realized he hadn't come back for you. The pain when you thought he was dead. The pain that if Ashley was right and you really were in love with him, you could lose him again.

He made your world bright and vibrant and when he was ripped from your grasp, you were lost in a sea of grey. Drowning. Desperately gasping for air, refusing to let the water in. Now, he had brought the color back to your life but all the vibrant hues made your head spin and your eyes hurt. You grew comfortable in your sea of grey. Embracing the cold kiss of the water filling your lungs, making you float peacefully.

Could you let the color back into your world? Could you pull yourself from the tide and cough up the water? Did you even want to? You didn't know. It was all too much. You were pulled out of your head when you dropped your glass of water. You were so consumed in your thoughts and anxieties that it had just slipped out of your hand. Carefully cleaning it up, you felt a sharp sting in your finger.

You had accidentally cut yourself on the broken glass shards. A small stream of blood was running down your finger and along your palm. A drop of blood hit the puddle of water, and it bloomed in red. You haven't felt like this in years. You could actually feel something. It's not like you didn't you feel the last seven years, but your soul was too numb to care. You actually felt something. Not like those times when you hit your head or nicked yourself while cooking. You would react relatively neutral to those incidents, but now... you could feel the burn of the cut, a searing sting in your skin. A small smile tugged at your lips.

It's because of him. Because you had him back, and he made you feel alive again. He had just stumbled into your life and turned it upside down. Like he always does. But you wouldn't want to have it any other way. God, how you had missed feeling like this. So vulnerable. So sensitive. So human.

You cleaned up the glass but hung on to the feeling of the cut. You didn't like it per se, but it made you feel like something inside you had been fixed. A missing puzzle piece that slotted right into place. It just felt so right.

Just like he did. You shook your thoughts, having the habit of spiraling, wether it may be good or bad, and continued on with your afternoon. Your nerves about spending time with Leon calmed, it was just Leon! Your best friend. You had nothing to worry about. Well, with Leon, usually there was at least a little something to be worried about.

You were out the door, into the night, on your way to Leon. You had decided to just walk there since parking was an absolute nightmare in this city. Besides, the fresh air in your lungs and cooling breeze on your face was something you hadn't felt in a while. Fumbling with a small box in your pocket, you continued to the bar you two had agreed to meet up at. It wasn't really a present, more something you wanted to return. You never thought you could.

You took a deep breath before stepping into the warmth of the bar. Your eyes were searching for Leon, looking for that familiar blonde head of hair. Spotting him in the back, an inevitable smile crept onto your face. When Leon noticed you, his face lit up, a hand reaching up to signal you over to him. He stood up when you approached and immediately pulled you into a tight hug.

"Hey." He mumbled, muffled by your hair. "Hi." You said, the joy in your voice evident. The first real hug in seven years. You could've melted on the spot. It felt so good. So right.

You reluctantly pulled away, smiling at him. "Wow... It's been a while, huh?" He said with a small laugh. "Yeah.." you responded with a chuckle. You sat down and ordered your drinks. "So.. what have you been up to? How have you been?" You asked. He pondered for a moment. "Not a lot to be honest. Worked a lot, you know, saved the world once or twice." He joked at which you just playfully rolled your eyes.

"What about you?"

"I uh... I adopted a dog. Her name is Lady, she's a Bernese mountain dog. I couldn't stand being alone anymore so I got Lady and yeah... that's about it when it comes to major life events." You laughed, a little nervous but the tension was fading by the minute.

"You gave in, huh? You used to talk my ear off about wanting a dog back then, remember?" He smiled. You did talk about wanting a dog all throughout your time at the police academy and it seemed like you had finally fulfilled that dream.

"Yeah, I did. She's so sweet, you'll love her." you said with a smile. Leon let out a laugh. "I'm more worried about her liking me." He joked.

You two continued to talk and drink, just laughing and having a good time. The night got closer and closer to ending when you remembered the box in your pocket.

"I have something for you." You mumbled, nervous to how he would react. He piped up at that and raised his eyebrows. "Aw, for me?" He teased. You just gave him a shy smile. Now or never. You pulled out the small box and slid it over to him. "I wanted to return this." you said quietly. His brows furrowed and a confused look fell on his face. "Return? Alright."

Leon carefully undid the bow and opened the lid. Not in a million years had he expected this. His jaw hit the fucking floor. It was his goddamn RPD badge. What the fuck? How did you even get this? It was tattered and faded. He gently ran his fingers across his barely legible name.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You had no idea how he would react. Leon looked at you completely bewildered. "I.. How?" He asked, still shocked. You shifted in your chair and fiddled with your fingers. "When... when I got out, I found it on the ground. It was the only thing I had left of you." You mumbled, avoiding eye contact. By 'got out' you meant fighting and clawing your way through infected residents and escaping the ruins of the collapsed building.

You could see the pain in his eyes. Whether it was his own for the pain he felt for you, you weren't sure. You spoke before he could. "I made a promise to myself that I would get it back to you one day, but.. at some point, I gave up and just kept it for myself. I thought you were dead and that this," you gestured to the badge," was the only thing I had left of you. My best friend. But it's yours, I want you to have it back." You said, your voice cracking, trying not to cry.

You could see the tears glistening in his eyes, his knuckles turning white as he tightly gripped his badge. "Thank you..." was all he managed to get out. You quickly wiped the tears that were threatening to fall and let out a sad laugh.

"God... I'm sorry for ruining the mood like that. It probably would've burned a hole in my pocket if I kept it any longer, though..."

Leon placed his badge on the table and took your hands in his. "You didn't. Well, a little maybe, but I'm really grateful for this. Thank you." He assured you, sqeezing your hands. Your skin lit on fire. His touch was so addicting. And so comforting. A blush made its way onto your face. Oh, fuck. Was Ashley right? No. No way, it's just a little hot in here. That's all. But you couldn't deny the way your heart twisted and turned when he touched you, the butterflies in your stomach were having a fucking rave right now. Jesus, it's just Leon. Get it together You thought to yourself.

Shaking off all those annoying feelings, you returned a smile. "How about I make it up to you with a Movie Night, hm? Ice cream and cuddles from Lady included." You proposed. He grinned and leaned in a little closer. "What about cuddles from you?" He asked, a teasing smirk on his face. It didn't come off nearly was confident as he wanted it to. His voice shook a little, making him sound nervous.

Leon Kennedy? Nervous? Something was definitely up. His nervousness didn't stop the bubbling feeling in your stomach, though. There go the butterflies again. Stupid bugs. This is normal, though. Right? You always cuddled. Friends cuddle. No big deal. He's always been like that. No sweat. Just a little friendly cuddle session. That. Is. It. Is it bad that you wanted it to be more than that? The idea of being in love with him suddenly didn't feel as scary anymore.

Part three is coming soon~

#bumblebeesfromvenus #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy comfort #leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil leon #ashley graham

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aussiepineapple1st · 1 year

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Hello, hope you don't mind if I make a request! 😃

What about something like this? I've always loved the idea of Leon being nearly killed by the removal of the plaga. What if reader manages to remove the plagas from Leon but the process is too much for him and leaves him practically dead and reader is horrified and panicking and feeling like she killed him. Just an idea! 💕

I do love this idea as well! Thank you for suggesting it! I was thinking of doing something with the removal of the Plaga eventually.🥰😈

Plaga Removal

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 1,551 Contains: Plaga infected Leon, Ashley and Reader, Angst, Whump, Death?

You break free from the control of Saddler as he's shot from someone above you. Falling to your knees you look up seeing Ada with her SMG.

"GO!" She shouts down to you and Leon. You scramble to your feet, rushing to Leon's side. Yes you had the Plaga in you as well, But you had only recently been infected, your own progression with the parasite wasn't as far as Leon or Ashley.

Leon pulls himself to his feet with your help and the stone table Ashley was laying on. Scooping her into his arms you help keep him on his feet while you exit through a doorway. The way being closed with the help of Ada shooting free a statue that falls, blocking the entrance. Both of you fall to the ground, Leon making sure Ashley's head doesn't hit the ground. You groan as you sit up, everything ached. The veins covering your entire body as you examine your arms. You see Leon roll off Ashley, laying on his back. Neither of them were looking very good.

"Leon?" You crawl to kneel beside him. He was staring up at the ceiling, his vision swimming with water above him, around him stood shadowy figures of people. "Leon! Come back to me!" You say gently placing your hand on his cheek.

Your voice pulls him from the trance, everything flashing back to reality as he sees you leaning over him. He finally looks into your eyes rather than past you, his hand reaching up to touch yours. "I'm here." He assured, his eyes closing as he groans in pain.

"We have to get these things out of us, Now!" You say pulling Leon's arm to sit him up. Pulling Ashley's arms you spin in just a way to bring her to lay on your back. "Hup"ing as you stand you your feet, your hands holding under the young girl's thighs.

"Can you stand?" You ask your partner still sitting on his butt. There was no answer. "Leon!" You call his name once more, giving his boot a tap with your own as you adjust Ashley on your back.

"Y.. Yeah, I can stand." He says rolling to his knees, pulling one leg up and pushes on his knee to stand. He steps back, loosing balance, but you keep him on his feet by planting the top of your head in the centre of his shoulder blades. "I'm good.." He assures now getting his balance.

"Good.." You answer walking towards the a long hallway. Your own vision flashes to this other reality, shaking your head to try and come back. Hearing the sound of a body hitting the floor you turn around seeing Leon laying on his front. You look towards the doors ahead of you then back to Leon. You had to get both of them to the lab, but you couldn't help Leon when you had Ashley on your back. "I'll be back for you. Just... Stay awake!" You say turning and walking as fast as you could towards the double doors.

Unlocking the door with the key Leon had entrusted to you, you push it open, stumbling down the stairs and into the lab. Seeing a chair on the other side of the room you sit Ashley on it, walking to the computer and turning on the machine.

"Where's Leon?" Says a weak voice behind you.

You turn to look at her and give her a fake smile. "He's going to be fine, I will fetch him after we get this thing out of you."

Ashley nods and is moved into position. You look to the doors hoping you could see Leon, but it was too dark, all you saw was a void beyond the doors. "You ready?" You ask as you prepare the computer. Waiting until Ashley nods, you then press the 'Enter' button and she is instantly zapped. The three prongs above her doing their job.

Ashley cries out in pain as you kneel beside her, grabbing her hand that grasps the rod tight. "You've got this! Almost done!" You say looking back as the computer blinks a green Successful. Sighing, you see the black veins star to leave her fair skin, small groans leaving her assures you she is alright. Gently puling her into your body, you manoeuvre the young lady to lay on the ground to the side.

Nodding to yourself you hurry out into the hall where you had left Leon, who had now propped himself up against the wall. Head leant back on the stone he was leaning on, arms by his side as he pants heavily, eyes closed. You kneel beside him and place a hand on his chest. Your own way of asking him to wake up.

"I'm awake.." He huffs out, eyes opening in a wince. "Did it work? Is she okay?" He asks. He heard her shouts of pain but your smile and nod to his question makes him relax.

"Yeah, she's okay. Now it's your turn.." You lift his arm over your shoulder and wait for him to help you pull him to his feet. You hold around his waist and the wrist of his hand slung around your shoulder. "Easy does it." You encourage.

A few steps into the lab and Leon's legs give way. Ashely now on her feet rushes over to the both of you. She lifts his other arm around her shoulders and helps you carry him to the chair.

"Thanks Ash." You say giving her a small nod and a smile. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel fine. Much better than before. But is Leon going to be okay?" She holds her hands in front of her chest, worried eyes looking over Leon's exhausted, black veined face.

"If you are okay, then he should be too." You assure. Though you were really hoping you could assure yourself, he was in a much worse state than Ashely had been. Whatever Saddler had just done to the both of you really hurt Leon.

You move to the computer and motion for Ashley to stand back before you press the same button as before. The three prongs zapping at Leon's chest. His body arching up as he grits his teeth. Once again you move to hold his hand, Ashley taking his other. Expecting him to writhe in pain until the computer flashed successful, your heart drops when he goes still mid procedure.

Standing to your feet your eyes widen as you look back to the screen, you could still see the Plaga being disintegrated, so why was he not moving? Your eyes start to prick with tears as you look back to Leon, hearing the computer ding you quickly look back to see it read the green 'Successful'.

"Leon?" You panic, standing in front of him, slightly leaning over his body. "Leon!" You call his name once again, your hand resting on his chest. Nothing, you choke out a sob as you brush his fringe from his face. Sweat on his skin causing his hair to stick to his forrid, but you make sure to brush every strand away. "Baby..? Hey, answer me!" You plead as you press your fingers under his jawline. There was a pulse, but it was weak.

You wrap your arms under his and hoist him towards you, pulling his limp body from the chair. You slip and fall to the ground, landing against a cabinet with a loud bang, but you didn't mind. Tears were now falling from your eyes as you hold Leon in your arms, his right hip on the ground as his right cheek rest on your chest. "Leon Please! Stay with me!" You cry out as you turn him to lay on his back between your legs.

You cry as you hold his head in the crook of your arm, your hand resting on his chest as all you wanted was for him to wake up, to let you know he was alright. "Please. I can't do this without you." You sob into the top of his head.

Ashley watched, tears streaming from her own eyes as she sits on her knees at Leon's feet. She thought he was dead. "You should have done him first." She sobbed to you.

Shaking your head you look over to Ashley. "No.. You are more important. This would have happened if he was first or n-" You stop instantly as you feel a hand rest on yours placed on his chest.

You look down to see Leon's eyes open, looking up at you. "Hey.. What's with the tears? You can't get rid of me that easy." He croaked out.

You just stare down at him, your tears flowing even faster now as you hug his head. "I thought I killed you!"

Ashley relaxed and wipes her tears away, a smile now coming to her lips as she watched Leon's arms reach up to comfort you, gently patting your arm and shoulder. "Okay.." He responds. You pull back and wipe your face free of tears, spit and snot as you try calming yourself down.

"Your turn." Leon smiled up at you. You nod and he gently placed a hand on the back of your neck to pull you into a tender kiss.

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yourlastbraincell-kiwi · 1 year

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Can you imagine Leon being jealous of Luis for having the readers heart??

P.S. I feel like the gif at the bottom is Leon’s reaction.

P.P.S. I wanna make a love triangle between Luis, Leon, and the reader after this..

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“Hey, (Y/N). Describe your crush in three sentences.” Ashley demanded rather than asked.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I said, putting my cup down on the coffee table, then leaned back on the couch. “He’s extremely intelligent and brave.” I started, before racking my brain for another description.

“He’s handsome, and cute, but everyone knew that already.” I announced as both Ashley and I, let out laugh. “And finally, his name starts with an ‘L.’”

“I wonder who that could be..” Ashley said smugly, looking at Leon.

“Thank you, (Y/N). I’m flattered, really.” Leon said, sending a smile in my direction.

“You’re welcome,” I smiled. “But I’m talking about Luis.” I stated, placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry, mi amigo.” Luis said, cheekily sauntering over, swinging an arm over my shoulder.

#y/n #x reader #re4 leon #leon kennedy #ashley graham #dupes #dupped #he thought #love leon though #blurb #leon kennedy x reader #luis sera #luis sera x reader #we love a love triangle #black!fem!reader

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tranquil-ivy · 1 month

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[AU Context]

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader #chris redfield x reader #jill valentine x reader #ashley graham x reader #🪅 scene ashley graham #🧢 himbo chris redfield #🖤 goth jill valentine #♠️ emo leon s kennedy

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rohansdisciple · 10 months

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an ada fanfic is in the works you guys 🧏🏾‍♀️‼️ dunno if i’m gonna finish it though LMAO AND its smut lol

omw to listen to music so i can get a title idea 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

updates in the re blogs <33 !

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enrosadiraanisaaa · 6 months

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.Part 6 Teaser. Within Session

Happy Halloween hoes! 🎃

So I meant to post this part and another short fic today, but I’m adjusting to a new work schedule. So please bare with me, next part should come out within the next week. Enjoy this lil teaser, it’s my treat to y’all 😏🥹. Anyways, stay safe and have fun! Look forward to part 6 of Within Session.

And of course thank y’all for enjoying the first five parts of Within Session! ❤️‍🔥👻 ~ Anisssa أنيسة ✨

#leon kennedy #re4 leon #resident evil #female reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil 4 remake #within session #yandere!leon kennedy #yandere!leon x reader #leon x fem reader #ada wong #ashley graham #ingrid hunnigan #happy halloweeeeeeen #obssesion #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy

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enchantingcharms · 1 year

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could you write a little bit of claire redfield fluff of her and reader’s first date ??? or just headcanons on what you think claire would like as a first date?? ❤️‍🩹

a/n: of course anon! i love claire i dont see too many fics or anything of my pretty girl anywhere ! enjoy this little drabble 🫀

for a first date claire would definitely try to keep it cute and simple. maybe a homecooked meal (you would have to help a little she hasn't cooked anything in a while), then a nice stroll out on the town — and cuddling up on the couch when you two got home. claire loves affection, her love language would be touch and she would be holding your hand the whole way of you two's stroll. with you cracking jokes, and her just smiling so hard her cheeks started to hurt; the both of you were having an amazing time. coming back home to cuddle would be the icing on the cake, while claire held you in your arms she placed a soft kiss on your forehead then asked you how the date went. you being the honest and straightforward person you were, simply said

"so when's our next date?"

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sillygraham · 7 months

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I wish ✧

pairing ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ ashley graham x fem ! reader

warnings ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ angst , hurt no comfort , internalized homophobia (?) , dialogue heavy (?) , fem reader , if any missed - lmk !

a/n ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ ahhh!! first fic...not sure if im too confident in this (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) !! rly hope u guys enjoy this...also inspired by an edit i saw !?

You and your girlfriend, Ashley, have been sitting in the comfort of your room. Just cuddling and watching some stupid horror movie that popped up.

"Why would she go back to where the killer just was? Does she have a death wish,"

you mutter. Ashley let out a soft laugh in response,

"I know right!? If I was there I would've been long gone!"

You nod in acknowledge, way too invested in this idiotic movie to reply verbally. Ashley then moves her hand to hold yours and the two of you interlock fingers. You smile. That is until you hear Ashley whisper,

"sometimes I wish you were a boy."

...What?

"What was that?"

In complete shock, you stare at the blonde. She realizes she fucked up and moves away from you.

"Ashley...you wish I was a boy? Wh—...Why?"

She curls in on herself, burrying her head in her knees. You reach out to her but hesitate. Would she even want you to comfort her? What does she mean by that? Does she not want to be with you anymore?

Thoughts running wild, you can't comprehend this. You shake your head, you voice having a hint of a laugh in it.

"Ashley, what's going on?"

"[Name], I just...I wish you were a guy. Then us being together wouldn't be that hard. I don't —"

You cut her off

"There's no shame in being with a girl... You should be allowed to be with whoever you want."

Her nails seem to have caught her interest.

"I'm the Presidents daughter. I have a reputation to uphold, both for me and my father. Can you imagine what his daughter being gay would do to him?"

You scoff.

"Really? You just care about your goddamn reputation? How selfish can you fucking be, Ash."

"Oh, like you'd understand."

Her tone harsh, it catches you off guard. Eyebrows furrowing, you begin to speak again.

"What if I understand or not? Who cares! Shouldn't your dad just care about you and how you feeling and not what the public'll think."

She sighs, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. Staring at the floor.

"It's complicated, [Name]."

You sigh and shake your head.

"Just go home, I'm not in the mood to argue with you anymore."

Ashley looks at you, a look pleading with you to not send her out like this.

"Go."

She sighs and moves off the bed; begins collecting her things. You shut off the TV, turning your back to her.

"Could you at least walk me out?"

You shift, peaking over your shoulder and reluctantly sit up.

"Fine."

You slip on your sandals and walk her out. She turns around, a soft smile on her face. She tries to go in for a hug, you back up. Walking into your home again, not uttering a word. She starts her car, her heart heavy. It's her own fault, she has to pay the consequences.

You go to bed, ready to leave her the next day. Only if you knew she wouldn't be coming back that day.

This feels so rough 🙁...reblogs ++ comments appreciated ! n criticism

#ashley graham #ashley graham x reader #fem!reader #fem reader #angst #resident evil #ashley graham x fem!reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil angst #sillygraham #ashley graham angst #resident evil 4 #re4 #re4 remake

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that-sarcastic-writer · 1 year

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Say it

Pairing: RE4R!Leon S. Kennedy X F!Reader

Summary: After coming back from Spain, Leon has been acting distant. You think seeing a face from the past has messed with his feelings, and he wants to prove you that is not the case.

Takes place after the events of re4 remake, mentions the events of RE2 remake as well

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), p in v, creampie, choking, praise kink, soft dom leon, he talks you through it, they're both just desperate for each other, the s in leon s kennedy stands for slut, language, established relationship

WC: 4.4k

A/N: I've been thinking about this mf ever since I played the remake. So I wrote this self indulgent piece of filth. This is my first time writing for him so pls be kind. Enjoy :)

You can also read this over at Ao3 (but pls still reblog and shit here thank u)

Leon Kennedy Masterlist

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You knew you had no right to be upset, not when you knew damn well what he went through. Or more so, you didn’t actually know what he went through, so you couldn’t possibly imagine what was going through his head right now. But still, you knew something else was in his head, and it wasn’t just the horrors he had to deal with to come back alive from Spain. There was something else in his mind. You knew it.

This silence, it was killing you. Leon wasn’t much of a talker to begin with, not after Raccoon City, but for the better part of a decade, you learned to be comfortable with his silence. Right now though, you just felt uncomfortable.

“Want me to pour you one?”

Oh he speaks.

You lifted your head from the pile of papers on your lap at the sound of his voice, you saw him standing in front of the small cabinet where he kept all of his alcohol, glass and bottle of expensive whiskey in hand. You half smiled at him and shook your head.

“Not right now, thank you.” You watched him shrug in response and take a long sip of his glass, before he walked over to join you on the couch. But he sat on the opposite end.

You frowned a bit when he sat so far, but you chose to not comment on it and instead brought your attention back to your paper. A good five minutes went by, and you had made zero improvements, you hadn't even picked up the pen again, so Leon spoke again.

“How’s the paper coming along?” He asked with a clear of his throat as he sat back, propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him and his head was turned in your direction.

You sighed heavily, “It’s not. I can’t for the life of me come up with the right words.” You groaned softly as you threw your head back and rubbed your tired eyes.

You were in the same place you were a little less than a week ago, when Leon left to find Ashley Graham in the middle of nowhere Spain, not knowing if you’d ever see him again or not. You couldn’t even sleep, or eat, let alone focus on a paper. And although Leon was now home, alive, you were still preoccupied.

“And that is exactly why I dropped out.”

“This is a Phd program, not my second year of undergrad. Undergrad was nowhere near as bad as this.” You snorted softly and shot him a look. He gave you an annoyed look knowing you were teasing him. “Besides, what you do is way worse than some paper. Fighting weird cults and bioweapons or whatever they’re called.”

“Yeah..” He scoffed out a laugh, but it wasn’t humorous. His expression quickly turned serious as he looked down at his lap. You could see the way his grip tightened the slightest bit around his glass and his jaw ticked.

He had been home a few days by now, having stayed in D.C for a few days to finish all of the report and briefing, and you hadn’t talked about what had happened to him in Spain, just that Ashley was safe, and some weird cult was behind it all, but he couldn’t say much more, or maybe just didn’t want to. Regardless, any mention of it would make him tense up.

He got quiet, and his eyes not once looked your way again. You bit the inside of your cheek and sat up, leaning over your knees to be able to reach him.

“Leon,” You said his name softly and a gentle hand touched his leg. You felt him tense up, but he didn’t make any attempts to move away from your touch. “Are you okay?”

You didn’t care if he didn’t want to open up, you didn’t expect him to, and you would never force him to, but you wanted him to know you would listen if he did.

A shaky exhale left his lips, but he nodded. “Yeah baby, I’m good.” He answered after a few seconds, forcing a smile and forced himself to look your way, but his eyes never met with yours.

God this was killing you.

Before you could respond, he downed the rest of his whiskey before rising to his feet and he started walking without saying a word. Oh no. Absolutely not. If there was something that made your blood boil, it was him walking away in the middle of a conversation. The avoidance. That was something you couldn’t deal with.

“Leon.” You called his name firmly as you stood up and looked at him with a frown. He turned around with an exasperated spin and a tight jaw, frustration already starting to show. “Do not give me that look, Leon Kennedy.”

He smacked his tongue softly, holding back the urge to roll his eyes, “I’m not. I’m just..” He didn’t finish his sentence, he just sighed out loudly.

You let out your own sigh as you walked to stand in front of him. You stared up at him, eyes big as you met his pale blue ones. They looked emptier and less bright every time he came back from a mission, but this look, this look that screamed he was having a mental hurricane, he only had it after Raccoon City.

“Baby I know… I don’t, I don’t know what you saw, or did in Spain, and I know you’re having a hard time right now. I just..” You sighed shakily, bringing your hands up to hold his face between them. He tensed up again, his jaw clenching and unclenching as his head hung low, but he said nothing and didn’t move away either. “See, this is what I mean. You don’t even want me to touch you. I want to comfort you, I want to help, but you won’t let me. I thought.. I thought we were past that.”

Your hands were at your sides now, and you had taken a step back from him. That seemed to make him look at you, now with big eyes full of guilt, like he hadn’t even realized he was rejecting you. He had been in his own head, not being able to forget the events of Spain, and not being able to sort out his feelings like he knew he should have. God, had he been acting like this the whole time he was home? Rejecting your attempts at comfort?

“Baby..” He stepped forward, closing the gap you had just created, but he didn’t touch you. He just looked at you, lips parted. He didn’t know how to tell you. “It’s not that.. And it’s not you. In Spain.. There was someone else on that island..”

You stared at him with confusion at first, unsure what exactly that had to do with this. His eyes searched for yours with this guilt ridden and conflicted look. The same look he gave you after Raccoon City. The same one he gave you before he told you he needed time. And then it dawned on you.

Someone else.

“You saw her again, didn’t you?” Realization quickly flashed over your face, and that quickly turned into a mixture of anger and hurt as your gaze hardened. Leon saw it. “That’s what it is. You saw Ada. You saw Ada and now you have your balls all twisted up. Again.”

Now it was you who was walking away from him. You weren’t even going to argue this time, and you didn’t want to wait for him to tell you he needed time again. You were halfway up the stairs when Leon started to call your name, but you ignored him and simply turned the corner into your shared bedroom.

“Shit.” He cursed to himself, sprinting after you, missing two steps and nearly tripping up the stairs in the process.

By the time he made it to your bedroom you already had a backpack thrown on the bed as you aggressively threw clothes into it. His eyes widened with slight panic when he realized what you were doing.

“Hey, woah. It’s the middle of the night, where the hell are you going?” He huffed, walking back and forth between the bed and your dresser as you continued to aggressively toss clothes on the bed.

“Claire’s. Move.” You muttered as you stopped on your heels when Leon stood right in front of you, arms folded over his chest like a wall between you and your dresser. “Leon, I swear to God.”

“Just listen. It wasn’t like that. Nothing happened, sweetheart I swear.” God he wanted to hold you so bad, he didn’t realize just how much until now. But he didn’t reach for you, he kept his arms over his chest, afraid you would backhand him if he tried.

“Yeah, ‘cause you probably realized she was just using you again, so you had no other choice but to come back home to me, and not with her, right?” You scoffed, the hurt and betrayal clear in your voice. He opened his mouth, but you didn’t even let him speak, “And before you ask me for time to sort out your feelings, I'm just gonna go stay at Claire’s, and maybe don’t bother looking for me this time.”

You grabbed the backpack from the bed with whatever you managed to shove in there and started to walk to the door. But Leon was faster than you, stronger too. And before you could step foot outside that bedroom, he had closed the door and backed you into it, both of his hands pressed flat on the door on either side of your head. Your eyes were wide when you looked at him, lips parted but he didn’t let you speak this time.

“Do not say another word, don’t you fucking dare. Just listen to me.” He stressed every word with an authority that instantly made you close your mouth. You blinked a couple of times but didn’t dare say a word. So he continued. “Get this through your head, Ada means absolutely nothing to me anymore. She asked me to go with her, after everything and I.. I said no. I said no ‘cause I want nothing to do with her. I said no ‘cause I wanted to come home to you.”

“Leon..”

He shook his head at you as one of his hands gripped your jaw tightly and he bowed his head to speak closely to you. “I know I’ve been an asshole to you these past few days, I didn't realize I was shutting you out, and I’m sorry. But know that I would never chose Ada over you, not now, not fucking ever. I love you and I’m gonna marry you someday, don’t ever question that.”

You could hear your own breath, his breath, and he kept a tight grip on your jaw as his nose brushed against yours. You closed your eyes and sigh left your lips as you leaned in to press your lips against his, but he pulled back enough to leave you chasing.

"Stay here. Please baby." His voice was low and almost desperate. Fuck, you wanted him take you right then and there. You couldn't even speak, you just nodded, eyes still closed and lips parted. "Say it."

"Yes. Yes, I'll stay, just.." You breathed out the words, mirroring his desperate tone as you clenched your fists around his t-shirt, pulling his body flush against yours. "Please."

His mouth came crashing down against yours so hard he pulled a gasp from your throat. But it quickly turned into a whimper when he angled your head back, allowing him to slip in his tongue. And you happily allowed him to do so as his other hand gripped the back of your thigh.

"Up." He mumbled against your lips as he nearly effortlessly hoisted you up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso.

He walked the short distance to the bed, fingers squeezing your thigh and lips never leaving yours. He only pulled away when he laid you down on the mattress. You were about to whine when he leaned back, but you only managed to suck in a sharp breath as you watched him pull his t-shirt over his head. Your eyes landed on the bruises and injuries he had come home with, a large knife cut across his bicep, now slightly pink as it began to heal, another smaller one above his collarbone, less angry looking, and more purple bruises than you could count, but they were starting to heal as well. Goddamn, even bruised he was the most gorgeous man you have ever seen. Clearly you must've been distracted by the absolute sight that was your boyfriend because you didn’t realize he started to undress you as well until he pulled your t-shirt -that was actually one of his old ones- over your head. He flashed you with a grin and a look that was outright filthy before he leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of your breasts while one of his hands played with the other.

The whimper that fell from your lips was almost pathetic, and you couldn’t help but arch your back further into Leon’s mouth, his lips sending shocks of electricity down your spine.

“Please Leon.” You weren’t exactly sure what you were begging for, but you were begging.

He pulled back from your breast with a hum, and tilted his head at you, “Please what?” You gave him a pitiful look, and made a sound resembling a whine. He simply stared at you with feign innocence, “What, baby? What do you want? Tell me.”

Oh Leon S. Kennedy. That S didn’t stand for Scott, it stood for stubborn, because he had to have his way, no matter what.

You made the same pathetic noise, instinctively trying to rub your thighs together to give yourself to relief, but of course, Leon’s body was right in the fucking way, “Please I want.. Ugh fuck sakes Leon. I want your mouth, I want your cock, I want all of you, please.”

Leon had this smug smirk on his lips and he hummed, satisfied with your pathetic pleads, “Alright baby, this is what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna make you come on my tongue, then you can come on my cock all you want. Would you like that?”

God, the look you gave him right then made him want to split you wide open. That look of pure need that you could only give him, that you have only given him. And you nodded with so much eagerness it was almost adorable.

“Do you remember how to speak sweetheart?” He asked with this mocking voice and a smirk that made you pull your lips into a small pout as you nodded, and then he smiled at you, head tilted, “Then use your words. Say ‘yes Leon’.”

This motherfucker.

You grumbled a whine of annoyance, for a moment feeling defiant, but Leon quickly gave you a warning look, a look that had you backing down pretty fucking quick, “Yes Leon.” You finally said, hoping that would get you what you wanted.

So he is stubborn, and an arrogant asshole. Checks out.

He gave you a satisfied smirk, and planted a hard kiss to your lips before he moved down the bed. He pressed his lips to your stomach as he pulled your pajama pants down your legs, your panties quickly following. You shivered softly when the cold air hit your core, but the cold was quickly replaced with his warm breath. His pale sapphire eyes found yours for a second as he threw your legs over his broad shoulders, pulling you closer to his face. He dragged his tongue from your entrance to your clit and drew his tongue over the sensitive bud. The sounds that were coming from your mouth were anything but subtle. Your hands instantly flew to clutch his long hair. And while you might have not intended to pull, when two of his fingers slipped into you to join the rhythm of his tongue, you just couldn’t help yourself. You pulled, and fucking hard. He growled, sending vibrations through your core that had you gasping and he dug his other hand into your thigh as he forced you still on the mattress.

“Oooh fuck, fuck Leon,” Your broken moans filled his ears, just as he felt the burn on his scalp from your pulling.

He knew exactly where his mouth needed to be and where his fingers needed to curl to make you come apart, he prided himself in that. And with the way you kept crying out his name and your body wouldn’t stay on the mattress, he knew you had to be pretty fucking close.

“Stay fucking still.” He growled as he pulled back enough for his thumb to replace his tongue for just a second, just so he could watch the way your body writhed each time his fingers brushed against your most sensitive spot. “Yeah that’s it, you’re so close, aren’t you baby? Mhm yeah. C’mon pretty girl, c’mon.”

His tongue quickly replaced his thumb on your clit, his lips closing around the swollen bud as his fingers scissored you open, the lewd sound of his mouth lapping at your dripping cunt filling your ears in the most delicious way possible. And you couldn’t help it, you pushed his head further against you, and the growl that rumbled in his throat as he abused your clit sent vibrations that had you seeing white. Your release coated his face and hand as you fell into a fit of shaking sobs.

His fingers left you slowly, making sure you felt every second of it as his tongue still circled slowly around your swollen clit, not stopping until you were practically pulling him away by his hair, your body still twitching a bit. He chuckled softly, leaving a wet kiss to your thigh in silent praise before slowly climbing up your body.

You opened your eyes to find him settled between your parted thighs, two fingers in his mouth and he moaned lowly as he tasted your juices off his fingers. Your mouth was wide open, and a whine left your lips.

“Hm? Wanna taste baby?” He smirked as he pulled his fingers from his lips and leaned down, pulling you into a messy kiss by your jaw. You could taste yourself on his tongue, on his lips, and fuck, it had you clenching around nothing. He groaned softly, his clothed cock brushing against your wet cunt. He quickly pulled back, seemingly not wanting to wait any longer. “You taste so fucking good, but you feel even better.”

He ridded himself of his sweatpants in a second or two, boxer briefs quickly joining on the floor. He hissed softly as he sat on his knees and brushed his cock over your entrance, covering himself in your slick.

“Please babe..” You whine softly, legs dangling over his hips as you endured his torture. He chuckled softly and nodded.

“Yeah, don’t worry sweetheart, I got you.” He dug his teeth into his bottom lip as he leaned over you, your legs high on his torso as he slowly filled you, your walls instantly clenching around his cock.

Leon moaned softly, eyes squeezing shut as he slipped further inside you, fingers digging into your hips with enough force to bruise, “Oooh fuck yeah, atta girl.”

You could only moan weakly in response, sounds so pathetic and broken, and Leon loved every goddamn second of it. He sat still for a few seconds, soaking in the feeling of your tight walls around his cock, but the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders encouraged him to move. He snapped his hips, over, and over, each delicious drag of his cock making you cry out. His pace was brutal almost immediately, and you were clinging on to him like that was all you were meant to do, to take everything he had to give you.

“Goddamn, you’re taking my cock so well baby. Mhmm, doing such a good job,” His words were coming out in between moans and whimpers, the feeling of you cunt clutching him so well making him just as desperate as he made you. “This is what you needed, hm pretty girl? Yeah, me too.”

He had your knees nearly pressed up to your chest by then as he fucked you into the matress, and you took it happily. You nodded eagerly, gripping his hair and pulling his face from your neck to meet your gaze. “You’re.. You’re mine, mkay? Just mine.”

Your words of ownership caught him by surprise, and he laughed between pants, biting down on his lip and he hovered over you enough to press his forehead against yours, the change in angle allowing him to hit your most sensitive spot, and he had you mouth wide open.

“Yours huh? I’m yours?” He asked with a wide smirk, your words clearly riling him up. You nodded quickly. “This dick is just yours, right baby? Is that what you want me to say? That no one else can have me? That no one else deserves it?”

He grunted out the words, lacking as much control as you did, but still in control enough to taunt you, to get you going, and fuck, he got you going like one else could. You were practically screaming ‘yes!’ at the top of your lungs. Your neighbors probably knew Leon was back by then. But neither of you could honestly be bothered to care about noise.

“Yes! Yes, only I can have you.” Your words were broken, your voice was absolutely broken in between fits of sobs. Your hands were gripping at his blonde strands as your toes curled, the flash of heat you so desperately craved to feel a second time settling in your body as you continued to take in his punishing thrusts. But you still managed to say, “Please say it. That you’re mine. Fuck, please say it.”

Fuck, when you begged him like that, so close to falling apart for him, how could he ever deny you anything?”

The moan that fell from his lips at your words left you shaking, but you were not ready for what he decided to do next. He leaned down, as close as he could to your face, lips almost touching as he wrapped his large hand around your throat, and between pants he said, “I’m all yours baby.”

You don’t think you’ve ever come so hard in your entire life, and Leon felt it. His mouth fell open and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as your walls clenched around him, hard. A shaky whimper left his mouth as his hips started to falter, his thrusts becoming more sharp and shallow the closer he was to his own release. You held him tightly, fingers gripping his hair and his name left your lips in soft sighs enticing him to fall apart as well.

“Mmm goddamn, I’m so close. Fuck, let me come inside you baby. Ugh,” His words were shaky, so close to falling apart. You nodded eagerly, clinging onto to him as he squeezed your throat, his moans getting louder and shakier before he fell still, cock twitching as he spilled himself inside you, “Ooooh fuck, mhmm that’s it baby. Take it like the good girl that you are.”

You closed your eyes in delight, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips as you ran your fingers through his slick hair soothingly, his hand now resting beside your head just as he rested his face on your neck. His quick and heavy breaths were hot on your neck, just as his body was hot on yours, but neither of you wanted to move, or leave the other. He needed you to hold him, and you needed him to let you. He never wanted you to doubt what he felt for you, ever again.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like this, holding each other, Leon still inside you. Probably once he no longer had the energy to keep his weight off you, so with a kiss to your jaw, he moved away, lying beside you instead. He ran a hand through his disheveled and sweaty strands, getting his hair away from his face. With a lazy smile, he glanced over at you, equally fucked out, hair just as sweaty and disheveled as his. He bit his lip softly and leaned over to press a soft kiss to your lips. You hummed softly, bringing your hand to hold his face.

“Mmm, I think I should make you jealous more often if you’re gonna fuck me like that.” He laughed softly, a smug smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. You pulled back enough to look at him and you glared at him, nudging his head away. He only laughed harder.

“That was no jealousy, you asshole.” You rolled your eyes at him, lips slightly pursed, but the way he smiled at you and tilted his head made you crack a small smile. “I’m serious. Leon I swear to God if I find out you contact her again I will stab you in your sleep with your own knife.”

Leon knew your threat of bodily harm wasn’t serious, but he knew the reason behind it was, he knew he hurt you after Raccoon City, and it took him a long time to earn back your trust, and he would never put you through that again.

“I won’t, I want nothing to do with her. I never did. I love you, that’s never going to change, yeah?” He leaned forward, a small smile tugging at his lips, and you couldn’t help but smile too. You believed him.

“I know. I love you too.”

“Good. Now I’ll go run us a bath for round two.” He shot you a wink as he got up and laughed when he saw the look you gave him, “That was a joke. I meant to get cleaned up.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and simply shook your head as you watched him walk across your bedroom, but when he was about to walk out, you called his name.

“Yeah baby?” He said, peeking his head into your bedroom from the hallway.

“So, when are we getting married?”

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Resident Evil 4

NIGHT TERRORS: Luis Serra x fem!reader

Summary: Waking up from a nightmare and feeling afraid isn't easy get through - unless you have someone who can comfort you.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

My Spanish is horrible, so I apologize if something isn't written the way it should be written or if the word is used in the wrong context.

Warnings: swearing, references to PTSD, hurt/comfort

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Her eyes snapped open as she sat up quickly, almost rolling of the bed while doing so. Her forehead was shining from drops of sweat, her legs were shaking from fear. With her heart pounding faster than usual she looked around the still dark room and when she recognized it as her own, she tried her best to calm down and settle her heartbeat and breathing back to normal.

Nightmares like this weren't anything new, she got used to it by now, but it didn't mean they got less scary or uncomfortable. She woke up like this many times, late at night or at dawn finding herself unable to go back to sleep.

She pulled her legs up to her chest, hugged them and rested her head on her knees. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath.

Ever since Spain the nightmares became worse and worse. She was already a mess during the night before the events there, but now it sometimes became unbearable. Too many horrible events accured in Spain while looking for Ashley Graham with Leon. Too many close calls, too many wounds that scarred. Too many accidents involving almost loosing a loved one.

The last one was the worst and with that was the main plot of her night terrors. She often envied the people who can forget these kind of things easily, the people who can let go. She can't.

" 'Everything all right, cariño?" the voice sounded sleepy, but was gentle regardless. Her heart jumped at the sudden noise as it broke the silence, but immediately settled back down when she recognized who it belonged to.

"Yeah, it was just a nightmare."

Sometimes it was still weird, knowing she's not alone and knowing she isn't sleeping alone in her bed. It was also comforting, really comforting - especially when the person she was dreaming about, the person she lost in her dream started to draw gentle circles into her back, then into her shoulder blades.

She heard movements and then felt a presence next to her. Luis sat up and put his right arm around her, using the other to make her look at him while also being as tender as possible. She looked at him, examined all of his features and gestures, trying to memorize the way his lips are moving and the way his eyes are shining.

He was all right, he was next to her and they were far-far away from Spain.

"Do you want to talk about it, querida?"

She hid her face in his neck and closed her eyes, enjoying the way he feels and the way he smells. It felt nice - having someone for comfort like this, a lover who hugs her and talks to her softly.

"I dreamt that I lost you." she said quickly, wanting to get the sentence out as fast as possible to get through the pain it brought. "I don't want to loose you."

"You didn't loose me, cariño, I'm here thanks to you. I owe you my life." his grip on her tightened and she pressed a kiss to his neck.

"You helped me get the damned plaga out of me and the others. We are even."

He brushed some hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Do you want to get back to sleep?"

"I just wanna lay down with you." she started, then quickly added: "Please, corazón?"

He let out a small laugh before lying down with her, making sure she was as close to him as possible.

"Your Spanish improved."

"Yeah, it had to improve. I didn't understand half the things you called me."

"I can always translate it to you if you ask."

She just chuckled. "Yeah, the last time I asked what something meant you lied to me."

They left it at that and just laid there close to the other. She rested her head on Luis's chest while she caressed his shoulder. Meanwhile, he continued to draw patterns into her skin where her shirt didn't cover her back.

Her uneven breathing finally settled down and the only reason her heart was beating faster than it should, was the fact that Luis was the one lying next to her. It was nice to experience how tamed and actually romantic he could be when he was with her. Sure, his flirting was still there sometimes and the pet names he called her were getting out of hand, but now she wasn't just a señorita.

Her hand touched the scar on his chest, what got there when the plaga was removed. She loved that scar, even if it brought back some unwanted memories. The scar meant that without Luis she and her companions would've never got out of Spain alive. It meant that he was a good guy even if he acted like the man her mother warned her about. To Hell with her warning, nothing in the world will take this man away from her.

The scar also made her remember that he has another one on his back. It's still a darker shade of red and it'll never heal perfectly. The wound was way too deep for it to look like a tiny cut. That damn scar was the reason she had nightmares about loosing him. That was the reason why she was afraid to look at the other side of the bed in the morning, afraid that she'll see no one, afraid that she'll have to realize Luis is dead.

Sometimes she thought about what would've happened if she wasn't there with them - with Luis and Leon - that day. The knife Krauser threw made a nasty wound and when he pulled the piece of metal out, her lover was very close to dying - either from blood loss or from pain. She didn't even dare to think about it.

She climbed closer to Luis and hugged him tighter. She shouldn't think about 'what if's. To put and end to her train of thought, she kissed the scar he had on his chest.

"Thank you." she whispered.

"For what?"

"For being here with me."

"You should say a thank you for yourself as well, querida. You were a real nice doctor."

"Yeah, I managed to keep the ladies' man alive."

"I was only your man long before that."

"Yes, you were." she said with a small, happy smile, not even trying to hide it from him. "I was probably the only woman your flirting was working on." she teased.

"I achieved my goal, it seems."

Her cheeks became a lighter shade of pink, the thoughts about 'what if's long forgotten. He succedded in comforting her and making her forget about the fear she felt after she woke up.

She leaned up to give him a kiss, doing her best to put an honest thank you and I love you into it. Then she closed her eyes and let the soft patterns, what he was still drawing into her skin, put her back to sleep, this time being a hundred percent sure he'll be next to her when she wakes up.

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alespov · 8 months

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nsfw / sfw prompts list

a/n hi loves, here’s my sfw and nsfw prompt list. I have all of the Halloween requests finished. Just have to wait til October to post them! So I have more prompts, these make requests easier. Please give me details when requesting and read the requesting rules if you’re not sure! If you use these, then credit me - thank you 🖤

“You know, there was a time that I would have died for you”

“Maybe I just have a really bad taste in men.”

“All I ever wanted was you.”

hurt + comfort

alone together

one bed

found family

vacation

Falling in love with the best friend

i'm cold, come and cuddle me

Enemies to Lovers

Pen pals/ secret identity

Work adversaries

Amnesia/mistaken identity

Opposites attract

Forbidden love

Secret identity/billionaire/royal

Stuck together – ‘trapped in an elevator’

Best friend’s brother/sister

Second chance

Soul mates

sunshine x grumpy

dark secret

emotional scars

secret baby

Sudden/unexpected baby

Secret admirer

Disguise

Mistaken identity

Undercover love

Fling/one night stand (can lead to unexpected baby)

Altar diplomacy (arranged for political reasons)

Marriage before romance

Vegas/drunk marriage

In love with best man/chief bridesmaid/groom/ etc

Stranded

Three’s a crowd

If I can’t have you, nobody will

Long distance relationship

Second chance romance/first love

Return to hometown/reunion romance

All grown up

Working with the ex

Not good enough for him/her (pov of anyone)

Unattainable love interest/one -sided

Dating the wrong person/fall in love with the wrong person

Afraid to commit

Can’t spit it out/Say I love you or how they feel

Job

Men in uniform

Priest

Bodyguard

Office romance/work colleagues/boss/employee

Dark past

Dark secret

Emotional scars

Broken in some way

Break up to save him/her

Kidnapped

Protector

Nsfw

Dry Humping

Face Fucking

Begging

Masturbation

Daddy Kink

Praising

Sex Pollen

Voyeurism

Breeding

Forced Orgasm

Exhibitionism

Loss of Virginity

Uniform Kink

Spanking

Toys

Unprotected Sex

Dirty Talk

Restraints

Creampie

Marking

Being Recorded

Fingerfucking

phone sex

wall sex

age gap

choking

cockwarming

car sex

poly (2-3 extra people besides reader)

degradation kink

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AND I LOVE HER !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. omg.. fluff and that’s it im sick, age gap, like brief mentions to sex idk, slight angst

note. don’t know what happened to me! ignore typos/mistakes this isn’t edited :3 rbs n feedback always appreciated omg im embarrassed ngl this is just leon feeling guilty as always

“Okay, and so we get bored, right?” You tell him, perched on the bathroom counter, peeling back your false lashes to reveal– you guessed it, your natural layer of lashes which look identical to the fake pair. “Like, there wasn’t a lot to do, I mean it was snowing, we couldn’t leave campus, we couldn’t even leave her bedroom, right?” Leon gives an Mhm to show you he’s listening and totally not dozing off to the sound of your voice. Sorry, babe, sometimes it just puts him to sleep. The same way white noise does. “We go on Bumble - you know what that is, right?”

“Oh, yeah, obviously,” Leon scoffs, when in fact he doesn't know what that is.

“So, yeah, we're swiping, swiping, not a single right, right?” Another Mhm from his side, you’re using a cotton bud to remove your eye makeup, the black smears and becomes streaky on your skin. Cute, that’s how you look after a nice, hard fucking. His mind wanders far away to the sanctum that is his bedroom, the room on the opposite side of the hall. “And so Ashley, you remember her, right?”

“Rings a bell,” It rings no bells, not a single one, the only Ashley he knows is ex-First Daughter Ashley Graham. “The short one?” All your friends are short, he makes a purposely vague guess to hide his disinterest. Leon would put more into this conversation if he wasn’t five seconds away from conking out on the closed toilet seat.

“Yeah, that one, her fucking boyfriend pops up!”

“From where?” He asks, genuinely concerned for your wellbeing, was the freak hiding out in his girlfriend’s dorm room, under the bed of some shit?

“On Bumble?” You shoot him an odd look through the mirror, “Anyway, his profile says some shit about an open relationship, that his girlfriend wants a threesome, like, all this shit.”

“That’s awful.” He gets the gist, the dude is a cheater, still has no clue what a Bumble is.

“I know, and he’s ugly, that’s the worst part, she’s out of his league.” You hop off the counter, running the tap to wash your face in that ritualistic manner. Scrub, splash, wipe. Shit’s obsessive, Leon’s only ever ran his wet hands over his face, uses his thumbs to get the gunk out the corner of his eyes. “She was totally upset,” You say, lathering your face in foam, “She wouldn’t stop crying, and don’t, like, tell her or anything, babe,” You rub circles on your cheeks, the soap bubbles up, the tap has been running five minutes too long.

“Wasn’t planning on it, babe.” Leon tips his head back to soothe the tension in his neck, when you cup your hands and splash water into your face, droplets splatter on the counter.

“Good, well, to tell you the truth, she was pissing me off,” A few more minutes of what looks more like a facial massage than a wash and you’re done, “Like, he was never even nice to her, he made her pay for dates, and she was really crying hard, Leon, like, snot and everything.”

“Lousy guy.”

“Yeah, and so we find a place that’s open on the map, like, a convenience store, I mean it was like gas and groceries, but it was so fucking shady, babe,” You pat your face dry with a towel, hanging it up on the rack, “And, like, we try to get an Uber, or like literally any cab at this point, but no one wants to drive in that weather, you saw what kinda clothes I took too!”

Oh, Leon did, and he did the right thing and warned you that tie-up tops and mini skirts so mini they could be classified as belts would do nothing for you. Well, they do everything for your figure, but nothing against the least windy of winds. Like a shaky orange leaf clinging to the weary branches of an autumn tree, those scraps of Lycra would go flying, leaving you topless and bottomless and defenceless without a Leon to take care of your sorry ass.

“So, I’m like so sure I’ve got frostbite as we’re walking, but it’s five minutes away, we keep going, none of us had an ID by the way, not even a real one,” The second part of your routine involves applying lotion so thickly, it secretes enough palm oil to give back to those Amazonian orangutans, solving the deforestation issue one nighttime routine at a time.

“Babe,” Leon says in the tone of a disappointed and slightly exasperated father who wants nothing but the best for his daughter while being emotionally distant all at once, because he just has that kind of voice, “You can’t be doing that, it’s dangerous, could get in a lot of trouble, and it’s bad for you, y’know?” His liver cries out in disbelief as it has been subjugated completely by his alcoholism, “You don’t need drinks to have fun, you just need your friends.” His words pass through you. Leon has changed the world through his Special Agent status, he’s saved it time and time again, what he has not done is change your world like he suspected he would with that half-assed motivational speech.

“So, Ashley, the bitch, she shoves me in front, and all the girls are like oh, you go up, you look soo much older than us, which is so fucking rude. Like, I know I look it, everyone says it to me, doesn’t mean she should say it. So, I go up, and babe - I swear to god, he doesn’t even ask, like, he just kinda looked at my tits and scanned the bottles.” You use your hands a lot when you speak.

He blinks at you bare-faced, and it all comes falling down, on top of him like gigantic Jenga blocks that he himself misplaced. “You’re a baby,” Leon tells you. Not in the way most older men do when they talk down to young girls - to make them feel like even younger girls. It’s not to put you in your place, after all, it is Leon that needs to be put in his place more than anyone. He says this with the utmost sincerity as he spirals head-first into a frantic epiphany of sorts. He’s fucking a baby. A baby with a heart-shaped ass and a penchant for clothes that cover a single nipple at best.

“No, I’m not a baby, I’m just not old,” There’s a lack of hardened lines on your face, not quite baby-faced, but visibly young.

“Yeah, okay, baby,” Leon pats your head, rolls his shoulders back to relieve him of an ache, “I’m going to bed.”

“So am I.” Your lips jut out, “I was going there first actually.” Holy Mother of God, you’re a kid. Don’t do this to him. Usually, Leon likes his women menopausal, Norman Bates would agree, that’s insensitive, rather Mrs Bates would agree. It’s just that when you’re forty-six, fucking older women goes into grandma territories. Women his age are beautiful, but half of them settled down over ten years back, the available ones are career women that keep him on his toes, and he doesn’t like that. Being kept on his toes is too much, his back hurts and he wants to rest. The other half come with kids, Leon would rather scoop out his brain with a tea spoon than come into close contact with a child. The appeal wears off either way because Leon wants them to be older than him, but he’s not twenty anymore so the older women won’t be forty and stern and beautiful in the way worn out housewives are, they’ll be sixty and senile.

“Were you now?” He keeps the bile down in his stomach where it should be, takes you to bed, fucks you into the mattress one last time, kisses the mole between your breasts and leaves the following morning. What drug was he on the night he met you? Leon doesn’t know, and he doesn’t know if he’s still on it, or if dating younger women is a side effect of it.

The car windows are frosted over when he makes his way out without a de-icer in hand, it melts slowly as he sits in the driver's seat with his head bowed, drooped on top of the wheel. Leon pats himself down, feeling for his keys, he gets out, into the elevator and returns to face the front door. He slots his key into the lock and enters the apartment because it is his apartment, not yours. He’s so used to walking out on people that he walked out of his own home. Selfish tendencies that surely stem from some fucked up part of his brain.

“Leon?” You’re stood there in the doorway rubbing your eyes, “Did you go out?”

“Yeah, babe,” He grunts when you take your seat on his lap, the weight is pleasant, grounds him, “I went out, just for a minute, had to take a call, didn’t wanna wake you.”

“I woke up the minute you got out of bed.” The softness of your skin on his is dizzying, sleep-swollen lips coming to kiss his scruffy face with all the tenderness of a young adult woman, that’s a lot of tenderness, they feel a lot. Heart might not be on your sleeve, but it leaks out of you in the most insignificant moments, it’s in every single word you say to him. “You’re not very quiet, Leon. I don’t know who hired you, they should reconsider.”

Smiling, he cradles your close, takes your tit in his hand. Love is stored in these things. That’s why your heart is in the left one, not on your sleeve. “Was I that loud?”

“Yeah, I heard you stub your toe, and you were like fuck, fuck, fuck! for a good minute,” You recount, “And then I heard you talking to yourself in the bathroom, and you were brushing your teeth, you kept making those gross gagging noises, my dad does that too.”

“Trying to get it all out.” Leon shrugs, his chin rests atop your head.

“Get what out? Your uvula?”

“No, stupid, just, I don’t know, stop asking questions.”

“Okay, whatever, and then you walked out still talking to yourself, and then you were looking for your keys, moving furniture,” That he was, “Sounds like you scraped up the floors,” That he did, “Then you found them and they kept fucking jingling, then you shut the door really quietly, and I was like where is this loser going. Hey, Leon, you know I can see your car from here, right?”

You’d seen him. Seen him throw a sulky manchild tantrum in his car. How embarrassing. “If I’m being honest, I didn’t know that.” He admits.

“Well, I saw you sitting in there, I know you didn’t go to the store, I know you’re lying to me, but it’s okay,” You kiss his Adam’s apple, your nose tucked into his neck, “I know you didn’t mean it.”

“I didn’t— I didn’t mean it,” Leon confirms, he holds you tighter to him and thinks that you're more mature than he’ll ever be. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” It comes easily to you, and he wishes to do the same, “You can talk to me instead of, like, trying to drive away from your own apartment, that’s pretty weird, Leon.”

“I know, I’ll talk to you,” He won’t, and you know that, and he knows you know that, but it’s okay, it takes time for this sort of stuff, “I love you,” Leon says again, his lips meet yours, swallows up the response on your tongue, he eats your love.

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