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kennedybaby · 10 months

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DO I WANNA KNOW ? ~ LEON S. KENNEDY.

Summary: Leon just had to take the chance.

Word count: 3.814k / Warnings: stepcest, dddne, mild dubcon at first.

Contents 18+: unprotected sex, missionary, he eats your pussy thru the damn panties, he got a big dick (canon), praising, clit-slap (?), creampie, risky sex.

Pairing: Stepbrother! Leon S. Kennedy X Fem! Reader.

Author note: writing got a little rusty.... but!!! i had fun writing this （＾ν＾）stepbro leon is 2 die 4. kudos to the anon who sent the idea of stepbro leon into my inbox. ilyyyyy 🩷

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have you no idea that you’re in deep? i dreamt about you nearly every night this week. how many secrets can you keep?

You drive him insane. Literally. And it’s not even your fault, you were nothing but a sweetheart and Leon was nothing but a complete, degenerate mess when it comes to you.

You were the forbidden fruit that Leon desperately wanted to devour.

There’s a time when he’s left alone in his room after a long, exhausted day at work and all he could think about was you. It doesn’t help how he always had to come home late due to his late-night patrols around the city and all he can hear within the thin walls was your muffled moans and the sound of your fingers squelching and pushing into your cunt. You didn’t know about two things; One, Leon coming back home late because he always makes sure not to make too much noise when he’s downstairs. Two, Leon pressing his ear against the wall with his cock in his fist, furiously stroking up and down to the sound of your mewls. By the time you were done, all he can hear is the water running and splashing in the marbled sink of your bathroom as you washed your hands clean while he was reaching for tissues to wipe his semen off his sheets and abs.

It sort of become a daily routine for Leon. It’s wrong, he knows, you’re his stepsister and the thoughts he had for you in mind were nowhere near appropriate for someone who he should consider as his little sister. But he can’t just suppress the thoughts and feelings he had, the more he pushed aside, the more it grows and torments him, basically eating him alive. The fact that he lives under the same roof as you alone makes things harder for him, but he wasn’t complaining. Not one bit.

Leon gets to see you, a lot. He’d see you laying on your stomach with your shirt slightly ridden up on your back and your shorts hugging the curve of your ass, baby pink panties peeking thru its hem without you noticing it. And sometimes, his eyes would linger on you longer than he anticipated, his teeth biting the inside of his cheeks as his feet nervously tapped on the wooden flooring. You’d bend down in front of him to pick up the spoon on the floor and his breath would hitch seeing the outline of your pussy strained against your shorts. You were none the wiser, oblivious to the way his eyes flittered on your body and your lips but never directly on your eyes.

Because if Leon did look you in the eyes, he would feel guilty for thinking about bending you over the kitchen counter and fuck you stupid when you genuinely wanted to know how his day went at work.

“Leon?” You softly call out his voice, knuckles knocking on the door of his bedroom before Leon rushed to answer you. The sweat on his forehead was quickly wiped with the back of his hand, and his breathing ragged as he adjusted himself. “Yeah?” His voice was strained, exhausted from his work. “Can I come in?” Your fingers toyed with the steel doorknob, leaning your forehead lightly against his door. You heard the small ‘yeah’ before he opened it to you. Lips curling into a small smile, you looked up at him before you stepped inside his room. “Were you sleeping? I didn’t mean to bother.” You said to him, sitting on the edge of his bed before you crossed your legs. “No, no, I was just... Resting.” He replied, his eyes following your every move. Pushing the strands off your face, you tilt your head to the picture of you and him on his bedside.

“Aw, you still kept this?” You hold up the photo frame at him, your thumb glided on the glass surface gently as you gaze at it. “Why wouldn’t I?” He shrugged before he takes a sit next to you on his bed, purposely grazing his fingers against your thighs as he bite back the urge to let out a content sigh.

“I was so cute back then,” Your lips slightly puckered out, pouting at the sight of your younger version in the picture. A warm spread throughout your chest, it’s nice to know Leon keeps this photo of you and him— it makes you feel special. “You’re still so cute now.” His compliment brings heat to your cheeks, your elbow finding their way to playfully nudge his ribs before a soft chuckle left past your lips when he nudged you back. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” You rolled your eyes, placing back the picture frame on the table before you leaned back and lay on his bed with a small thud.

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” He grinned at you, laying back next to you before he take a deep breath. He’d glanced at you, once, just one look on your face before he quickly avert his eyes away from you and glued them back on the ceiling. Leon knows he would end up staring at you, it’s a bad habit. He can’t help it, just the way your eyes drowsily looked up to the ceiling, your lips slightly parted as your fingers cling to his pillow. He wondered if your fingers would cling to the meat of his thighs if he was fucking your throat, filling every corner of your mouth with his cock until hot tears streamed down your wet cheeks— “They didn’t even tell me they were out of town.” The sound of your voice cutting thru the silence pause his thoughts before Leon tilts his head at you. “Why? You wanna go out or something? They’re just out attending my— our dad’s work party somewhere out of town in a hotel.” He stated.

‘Yeah, right, our dad. As if I wasn’t just thinking about fucking my stepsister.’ Leon thought to himself. God, he’s a sick, sick man.

“I know, I’m just really bored. That’s why I came here.” You said to him, completely oblivious to the fact that his eyes practically gleamed at your w. Leon sits up on his bed, his fingers pushing back the strands of hair on his face before he turned to look at you, a small smirk dawns on his lips. “So you come to me to have fun?” A small giggle left past your lips, the faint blush on your cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed. “Please, you make that sounds weird.” You shake your head, only to quickly shut down the fit of giggles you had when you feel his fingers brush against your thighs. Heat courses to your cheeks before a low hum emitted out of you, “Weird? I don’t know what you’re implying.” Leon does, he does. Fuck, this was probably the most he could do to you, just stroking your thighs as his fingers grow higher and higher as the warmth of your cunt radiates against his skin. He swallowed thickly, his fingers lightly squeezing the fat of your thighs before he leaned down to you. “Maybe you’re the weird one.”

Your eyes slightly widened, fingers quickly latching on his wrist before you stopped him from going further. “Leon,” You made a pathetic attempt to sound stern when you called his name when in reality, your voice sounded more like a whine as if you wanted him to keep going. “We can’t.” You didn’t say no, you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t want this too. You lose count of how many nights you spent, staying up watching taboo porn under your blanket with your fingers desperately stuffing your cunt and trying to relieve the ache between your legs while having Leon at the back of your head. You lose count of how many times you muffled out his name into your pillow every time you climaxes around your fingers during the darkest hour. And now that, Leon’s hand is practically inches away from grazing against your pussy, all you could do is looked away from his piercing gaze as you clench your thighs around his wrist. “It’s wrong.”

But it doesn’t mean neither he nor you wanted it less. Leon probably wanted it the most, his mind practically going haywire from how close your body is pressed to his.

“I can stop if you want, just say the word.” His voice was soft and you can’t help but look back into his eyes, before you lay there, contemplating if you should just go for it. Either you do it now, where no one’s home or never do it with him and to be honest, you would pick the first option in a heartbeat. “Keep going,” As soon as you let those words out, Leon leaned in to kiss you, his tongue pushing past your lips as explored every inch of your mouth. His hand resting on your cheek while the other is rubbing your clit thru your shorts with his index and middle fingers until there’s a damp spot forming on the fabric. Pulling away from the kiss with a string of saliva connected on the tip of each other tongues. “You’re so wet already,” He grinned, his face diving between the crook of your neck before he gently nibs your skin and sucked the fresh hickey he gives you on your neck.

“You love getting your pussy played by big brother?” When did that innocent nickname you used to call him make you so flustered? The way it smoothly rolled off to the tip of his tongue and the way his voice slightly dropped an octave made it sound lewd. You hated how much it turns you on, your cunt dripping with your arousal just from his little teasing. “Leon, stop embarrassing me.” You huffed in slight annoyance at his teasing before you hide your heated face with his pillow which Leon was not too happy with. He quickly takes the pillow off your grasp and throws it behind him, “No hiding, princess. D’you know how long I waited to do this?” Leon whispered to you, his lips kissing your jawline. “Too damn long.” He grumbled, pulling away from you before he kneels on the floor. His hands easily dragged you to the edge of his bed before he parted your thighs. “All I can think about is fucking you stupid, do you know how much that tortures me knowing I can’t?” He groans, his fingers were quick to slip the shorts off your legs and let them fall to the carpeted floor.

Leon couldn’t be bothered to take off your panties, instantly latching his lips on your clit thru your panties as he vigorously sucks on it with sheer fervour. The suddenness illicit a sharp gasp past your lips, your elbows and heels digging into his mattress as you watched his mouth clung to the bundle of nerves like no tomorrow with your thighs clamping around his head. “Shit, Leon...” You curse under your breath, head thrown back as he slurped every drop of you thru the thin undergarment. A soft moan croaks out of you as Leon finally pushed aside your panties, his tongue flattened before he dragged a long line on your pussy. “Taste so fucking good,” He can feel his cock straining in his pants, causing some discomfort but that was the last thing he care about, not when he was nose-deep into his stepsister’s sweet cunt. He could care less about anything when his mind is fixated on the way you rolled your hips and rides his tongue, smothering him before he pulled away for air.

“You’re so needy, baby.” Leon littered kisses on your inner thighs, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit causing your hips to jerk forward. His forearms push your hips down to the bed before he lightly slapped your clit and chuckles when you wince from the slight pain. “Don’t do that.” You whine, biting your lower lip back as you let yourself relish back into the pleasure when he kisses your clit, giving it a little suck and pulling away with a small pop. “I know, baby. Just wants you to stay still.” He said to you softly, his eyes shifting up to lock eyes with you. He loves the way your eyes tear up, your cheeks growing hot as your fingers cling to the bedsheets. He loves prodding his tongue into your warm hole while his thumb rubs your sensitive clit until you throw your head back into the pillow with your back arching into his tongue. “I’ll stay still,” It’s surprising how you can still talk properly despite being so high from the pleasure he’s giving you. A dribble of spit already starts dripping at the corner of your mouth, your eyes rolled to the back of your head each time Leon flattened his tongue and dragged it slowly on your dripping cunt until your body shuddered in pleasure.

Your fingers interlocked with his brown hair, tugging and pulling him closer as you slowly reached your climaxes. He didn’t mind, he like the feeling of your nails slightly digging into his scalp while you desperately chases your high. God, Leon probably won’t even mind if his head is bleeding from how hard you're tugging onto him if it meant having the chance to get a taste of your pussy and your soft thighs wrapped around his head. A strained scream sputtered out of your throat when you finally come undone in his mouth, your hips stuttering into his lips as Leon licks every drop of your juices and drank it down with a content grin. His hand reached down to his pants as he palmed his throbbing cock thru his pants, his fingers rubbing up and down on the outline of his shaft before he stands up from his knees. Leon pulled down his shorts until they slipped off his legs leaving him in his black boxer. The bed shifted as his knees digs into the cushion of his mattress.

“Want your cock,” Your words were slurred but you manage to whisper the words into his ears when he gets on top of you. You bring your fingers crawled up and cupped his face before you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, letting his teeth clashes against yours without a care in the world as his hands grip your waist. “Yeah? Beg for it.” He pulled away from the kiss, his blue eyes back into yours as you tucked your bottom lip under your teeth. It’s clear he won’t give you what you wanted until you actually say it to his face. A heavy sigh left your swollen lips, “Please, I need you inside of me. Fuck..." You paused, nuzzling your face to hide your warm cheeks into his neck before you continues, “Fuck your stepsister.” Leon grinned at your words, his lips leaving a small kiss on your collarbone before he pulled away to push down his boxer. “You got it, baby.”

Your eyes watered up as you mumbled a low curse when you feel the tip of his cock pushed into your cunt. It brings immediate weight to your chest as your breathing grows ragged, a part of you still refuses to believe this was happening— you’re fucking your stepbrother, allowing his fingers to gently pinch your hardened nipples while he buries his cock inch by inch. Your fingers quickly pressed against his chest, stopping him immediately as Leon shoot you a concerned look, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek.

“You okay?” He whispered to you when you let out a small wince, eyebrows knitted together before you looked down to where the two of you were connected. “It won’t fit, Leon.” You croak out a small cry, he’s stretching you apart and he’s not even all the way in. “It will, princess, just... I’ll take it slow, okay? It’s going to be okay.” Leon smiled after you weakly nodded your head to his assurance, your arms trails up to wrap around his neck before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. A low moan guttered out of his throat once he finally sheathed himself fully inside of your tight, sopping cunt. Cold sweats run down his forehead and body as he takes in every little noise you made underneath him.

He stayed in your arms for a few seconds before he retracts to prop up the back of your knee with his hand. Leon stared down at the way his cock formed a small bump on your pelvis before he moved his hips slowly, the pad of his thumb rubs your skin in a circular motion. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” Leon said to you in a hushed tone, his head slightly thrown back before he gulped down to the feeling of your inner walls pulsating around his cock. Leon averted his eyes from the ceiling back to your body, staring at the way your shirt pushed up over your chest, your fingers keeping your panties aside as he pushes himself in and out of your cunt at a slow, consistent pace. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned eyes shutter tight before he exhaled a sharp breath. “God, you’re clinging to me,” Leon let out a soft chuckle, his lips finding their way to peck on your swollen ones. “Can’t help it... You’re too big. S’all your fault.” You mumbled, eyes dazedly looking up to him as drops of his sweat drips down to your body.

“I know, baby. It’s all my fault.” He cooed to you, his lips coming in contact with your forehead as he leaves a kiss. You didn’t even realise he had picked up his pace, his hips rocking back and forth faster than before as his balls slaps on your ass, filling the room with nothing but the sound of skin slapping and your wanton moans. “You’re taking it so well though, you love getting fucked by your big brother?” You hummed to his question, “Mhm, love gettin’ fucked by you.” You breathed out. Leon can feel his cock throb inside of you, the grip at the back of your knee tightening as his knuckles gradually whitened. The bedframe rocked back and forth, scratching the blue paint off his wall into straight, white lines as it squeaks under the weight of the two of you. You tried so hard not to glance at the picture of Leon and you on his bedside, almost staring back at the both of you with nothing but utter shame.

The two of you had crossed the line you knew you can’t back out from. Not that Leon cared, every logic in his head was thrown out of the window the second you told him to keep going.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the way you digs your nails into his shoulders made his breath stagger. The friction between both yours and his body sends your mind into a frenzy that you almost, almost, made you miss the sound of the front door being unlocked and the sound of your parents happily chatting downstairs. “Fuck,” That was all Leon had to say to put a small pause on what he was doing, his forehead leaned against your shoulder as he bit his bottom lips back. He stayed silent for a few seconds before he rocks his hips back, taking you by surprise, “Leon, we should—" You parted your lips to speak only for his hand to go over your mouth, “Just be quiet. Be a good girl for me, yeah?" He says. You nodded, letting his hand press against your lips, your eyes shooting wide when his thrusts became more and more fervent as you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly.

Leaning your head back into his pillow, he took the advantage to leave marks all over your neck, nipping your soft skin until it turns into a slightly darker shade from your skin. Leon moves up to your face, giving you a small peck on the lips thru his hand before he let out a low chuckle. Removing his hand from the back of your knees to hold onto your waist while his other hand is over your lips, you can feel he’s getting faster and faster. Leon can feel it, he was getting so close and he can feel you were too with the way your inner walls tightened up around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper as the squelching sounds fills the room. “Can I cum in you, princess? Please, can I?” He begs, keeping his tone hushed as he whispered into your ear, sending the back of your hair stand up.

You frantically nodded, muffling out a small high-pitched ‘yeah’ to him before you glanced at the way his cock pushing in and out of you, glistening with your arousals under his bed lamp as Leon pushed his hips towards you, burying his cock deeper into a rougher pace. A choked scream left your lips when the orgasm comes washing over your body as you shut your eyes close, the grip around his shoulders tightening before your body falls limp under him. A sharp breath left his lips when he feels you finish around him before he quickly did the same, shooting his cum deep inside of you before he removed the hand over your mouth and pressed it against his bed to support himself. His muscles flexed as you watched his cock throb inside of you, spilling his warm seeds into your sensitive cunt before he pulls out from you with a groan. When he finally rides off his high, Leon looked down at the way your panties were scrunched up to the side as they pressed against your inner thigh— he was so eager to fuck you he didn’t even bother to take off your panties. Not that he’s complaining, it keeping his cum from spilling out of you.

“Fuck, baby..." Leon breathed out, a strained laugh falls past his lips before he leaned in to kiss you on the lips and pulled away afterwards. He stared back into your half-lidded stare, your chest heaved as you catches up with your breath. Your lips curled into a small smile when Leon brush the strand of hair off your face, “You should probably go back to your room, princess." He suggested, helping you sit up on his bed. His fingers played with the strap of your panties before he looked back at you, the corner of his lips curled into a playful smirk.

“Keep this on. I want you to go to bed with my cum inside of you. ”

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comatosebunny09 · 10 months

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untitled | leon k.

warnings: smut, loss of virginity, female reader, p in v, language, pet names, soft leon, stream of consciousness, short af

had this mashup on repeat, and i just couldn’t move past this imagery. thank you for reading, lovely. ❤️

He fills the space between your fingers with his, gentle and reassuring, rooting you to the mattress.

Molten tears prick the corners of yours eyes, brows knit, lips parted with wet exhalations. He chases your tears with chaste kisses, whispering pillow-soft affirmations through the static of your ears.

Doing so good. Taking me so well. My pretty baby. Stay with me, okay?

He’s a hulking shadow of concern, balanced on muscly arms. Paints a pretty cutout of disheveled locks and startling blue eyes amid the room swathed in moonlight. Radiates a blistering warmth that singes your innards whilst sweat gathers on his temple, drip-dropping onto the ruffled sheets.

Breathlessly, he murmurs, “You alright, sweetheart?” Knows you’re not if the shallowness of your breath is anything to go by. If the wince of your eyes serves as any gauge. But you’re a big girl. Stubborn as all hell, but you manage a nod despite the pain coursing through your nether regions.

His hips stutter as he tries to remain perfectly still. Your thighs shakily wound about his waist, and your heels digging into the divots of his back don’t help matters. But he’s a patient lover. Waited this long to have you. Ravage you. Split you in twain.

What are a few more moments in tortuous bliss?

Through the Gaussian blur of your vision, you know he’s trying his damnedest not to thrust further in. Not to dig a little deeper, spearing you with his delicious girth, dredging the most sinister of sounds from the bowels of your belly.

Your throat rumbles with a pathetic keen as you pulse around the head of his cock, drawing a wet hiss from swollen lips. His forehead finds the curve of your shoulder. He pants there. Fights a battle within, wrapped in the luxury of your womanhood.

“Fuck,” he chuckles, allowing the weight of his torso to anchor yours down. “Keep sucking me in like that, and I won’t be able to last.”

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drabblesandimagines · 6 months

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Dove

Leon Kennedy x fem reader Thinking of making this a little series, will be a fluff, bit of a slow burn, bodyguard trope?

You aren’t sure how you’d got through the last few hours. Everything’s a blur as you try to think back of the horror that had occurred, now you’re now sat in an unfamiliar chair in an unfamiliar office. Your right arm is in a sling, shoulder throbbing somewhat from a reset dislocation, broken fingers splintered together on the same arm, medical tape holding a wound closed on your temple, disinfectant swiped across the numerous scrapes, your body aching with developing bruises on your legs, poking out from under your dress, from the fall down the stairs – the fall that apparently ended up saving your life from the unearthly creature that had rampaged through your workplace and tore your co-workers apart.

After being treated by a DSO medic, you’d been escorted by a tall, armed to the gills, annoyingly silent man. He’d confiscated your phone, despite the fact the screen was smashed and wouldn’t turn on, and taken you across the city to the main HQ, ushered up a side entrance into the room you now sat, told you to wait, and left you alone for what felt like hours.

The door eventually opens and a smartly dressed, pretty woman, hair pinned up in a bun and wearing glasses enters, immediately heading to the other side of the desk and taking what you assumed was her seat. A handsome man accompanied her, shaggy brown hair, dressed in cargo pants, fingerless gloves, knife strapped to his thigh, finished off with a leather jacket, a holster poking out from underneath. He gives you a sympathetic once over as he sits down besides you, careful not to brush your knee with his own as he does. Considerate.

“Were you given adequate pain medication?” The lady asks abruptly, beginning to type on her keyboard.

You stare at her a moment – she’s all business. “Er… Yeah. Thanks.” Though you’re sure the two of them have noticed the wince as you shuffled in your seat. The medic had offered you stronger stuff but you’d declined, wanting to keep your wits about you. “Sorry, what’s happening now?”

“I’m Ingrid Hunnigan, this is Agent Kennedy.” She nods to the man opposite her.

“Name’s Leon.” The man besides you offers his hand and you notice he’s adapted for your incapacitated arm, in what will surely result in a very awkward handshake but the gesture is nice. You take it, hoping the tremor in your grip isn’t so painfully obvious. “Hi. Erm, I’m-”

“Dove.” Hunnigan cuts you off. “I am aware of your identity, but we will be referring to you as Dove.”

“It’s a codename.” Leon explains, a little less business. “For your safety.”

Hunnigan pauses in her typing, hitting backspace slowly as she replies. “Agent Kennedy will be your protection detail until we get this mess squared up.”

Your breath catches in your throat at her choice of word, a sick feeling twisting in your stomach. “Mess? It was a massacre in there-”

“I know. We know.” The agent besides you stresses. “I’m sorry you had to see all that.”

“Am I the only one who…?” You don’t know why you ask.

“I’m afraid so.” Hunnigan replies, a little softer in tone. “We’re going to send you to a safe house. Agent Kennedy will stay with you.”

“O-okay.” You nod, not taking it all in. “You… You think they’d send whatever that thing was after me?”

“That’s what we need time to establish.” Hunnigan replies. “From the CCTV, after the attack, there was a breach on the database. We need to establish how much data they managed to extract, if any. Agent Kennedy will keep you updated as much as he can when he receives any intel.” She turns more to him then, cutting you out of the conversation. “I’ll send the co-ordinates of the safe house when you’re out of the city. They’re loading up an SUV with supplies for at least a week. If it goes on longer, we’ll arrange a supply drop via another location.”

“That long?” You feel like you’re interrupting.

“Worse case scenario, Dove.” Leon offers you a smile. “I’m sure we’ll have you back home in no time. Did they send you away with any meds?”

“The medic sent in a report – with a treatment plan. It’s in the information pack, prescribed medicine is in with the supplies. Again, enough for a week.” Hunnigan replies. “I’ve arranged clothes too – medic guessed your size for me. We’ll be keeping your phone for now.”

“Why?”

“We can’t allow you to contact anyone – for your safety and theirs.”

Your heart skips a beat at that comment. “Wait… You think I might be behind this, don’t you?”

Hunnigan purses her lips. “It is an avenue we need to explore. There are questions as to why you alone survived. We will be dispatching a team to your residence once the two of you are out of the city to help in our investigation.”

“Again, that’s just protocol.” Leon tries to reassure, but your mind is whirling. “No-one is accusing you of anything, Dove.”

“I… I’ve worked here for years, I passed all the clearance checks. I wouldn’t, I didn’t…”

“As Agent Kennedy said, it’s just protocol. If you have nothing to hide, there is nothing to fear.” Hunnigan resumes tapping away at the keyboard as she talks, pausing as the computer emits a ping. “SUV’s ready. I suggest you two go.”

Leon gets to his feet, once more offering his hand to help you to yours. He smiles, sympathetically, as he takes in your appearance – your face has lost what little colour it had.

“Time to go, Dove. It’ll be all right.”

You want to say no, you feel like you need to stay to plead your innocence, but you catch sight of the gun holstered by his side and the flame of defiance is extinguished. You take his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. He places his hand on the small of your back to guide you back through the door and you can’t work out if it should feel like comfort or a threat.

You felt numb as Leon had escorted you to a large SUV with blacked out windows in an empty carpark. He’d opened the door for you, helped you climb in before hesitating.

“Need a hand with your seatbelt?”

You stare at him for a moment too long.

“Because of your arm, I mean.”

“Oh. Please.”

He leans over you, grabbing the seatbelt and clicking it into place.

“Right. Comfy?”

“Yeah.” You swallow. “Thanks.”

He nods, closes the door behind him – softly, you note, rather than a slam and it’s then you realise that you also can’t see out the windows. He hops up into the front, buckles his own seatbelt and starts the engine, swinging the SUV out of the parking space with ease. You can’t really see anything from where you’re sat, bar the back of his head and it must be deliberate.

“Hopefully it’s not too long of a drive.” He comments. “Had one that was a twelve hours’ away once and we are not allowed to stop for bathroom breaks.”

“Are you allowed to tell me how far away it is when you know?”

“Don’t see why not. Hunnigan will ping it through once we’re clear enough.”

It’s hard to tell how much time has passed when, eventually, the promised ping echoes around the car. You can hear him tap his fingers against something and he hums to himself.

“We’re in luck – about two hours away, Dove. Want some music on? Don’t have any CDs but got the radio.”

Maybe the music will help drown out how loud your heart is thudding in your ears. ”Yeah, sure.”

He fiddles with the dial – sound crackling around the car before it settles on some acoustic tune you don’t recognize. Must be some easy listening station.

“You can nap, if you like.”

“Maybe.” Though you’re not sure how you’ll ever sleep again after today.

The rest of the drive passes in silence, apart from the sound of the radio. You close your eyes a few times, leaning your head back against the seat but the creature seems burned into your retinas, haunting your vision.

“This is us.” Leon breaks the silence as you feel the car turn and he reduces the speed. He switches off the car and unclicks his seatbelt, turning back to face you. “Wait there just a moment, okay?”

“Yeah.”

He smiles, opens his door and hops out, again closing the door softly behind him. What must be a few minutes later, your door opens and he once again offers his hand.

“Ready?

You unclip your seatbelt with your good hand before accepting his outstretched one, helping you step down from the SUV. You’re in a garage now of some sort – spacious enough to fit the car and what looks to be a chest freezer, washer and tumble dryer - the whole room illuminated by an orange bulb.

“So, we said safe house – seems more like a safe bungalow to me. I’ll give you the tour.” He gestures forward towards an open door and you walk forward, once again his hand falling to the small of your back. It leads through to a modest sized kitchen – usual white appliances and opens out into a living room with two couches, a coffee table and an entertainment unit with a television. There are two more doors along the wall, but what really strikes you is how small the windows all are, covered in thick panes of glass.

Bulletproof, you wonder.

“Bathroom’s this one,” he opens the door in demonstration, revealing a typical bathroom, before moving along. “And the bedroom.” It has a double bed, white linen sheets, a wardrobe and dresser. “Your bedroom,” he corrects. “I’ll be on the couch.”

“Oh. Is that comfortable?”

He smiles at your concern. “I’m pretty good at sleeping anywhere, but it looks comfortable enough. Speaking of, it’s pretty late so I think we should call it a night.” He ducks into the bathroom, pulling out a washbag from under the sink and empties the contents on the counter. “Standard toiletries kit to start us off. I’m gonna start bringing in the supplies. Sound good?”

You nod and he heads back towards the garage. You kick off your shoes before you step into the bathroom and close the door, twisting the lock closed. You use the facilities with some difficulty, your first visit since being an arm down, though thankful to be in a dress so as not to battle with trousers. After what some might call a best attempt of washing your hand, you pick up the toothbrush and immediately put it back down in annoyance as you realise you’ll need to deal with the toothpaste first. Thankful for the flip cap, the tube slips from your grip as you squeeze, shooting across the counter and knocking a glass off the counter, sending it smashing to the floor.

“Fu-” The word doesn’t even make it out of your mouth when the door is broken open, slammed against the wall and Leon is stood there, gun raised as you scream.

He scans the room with his eyes, concedes it’s clear and lowers his gun. “What happened? You okay?”

“I… I d-dropped the t-t-toothpaste and smashed the g-glass and…” Your breath catches in your throat again, tears burning in your eyes.

“Hey,” he holsters the gun on his thigh. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay. Sorry for scaring you. I thought there was a window in here.”

He looks down at the broken glass that’s exploded over the floor and your sock-clad feet. “Sit down, all right? I’ll clear this up.”

“No, I s-should-”

“I can do it. Just sit, please. I’ll go grab a dustpan – they have one. Not my first safe house.” He soothes, heading off into the kitchen cupboards in search of it.

You sit down on the closed toilet seat lid and wonder bitterly if he’s at more safe houses than his own home. You take the moment to try and settle your breathing, your heart still pounding.

Leon appears at the door once more, grinning as he holds the dustpan and brush aloft in triumph. “Found it.” He crouches down, beginning to sweep up the glass. You watch in silence as he tackles the floor methodically, making sure to brush along each square of bathroom tile until he seems satisfied with his work.

“There. All done.” He places it to the side and grabs the troublesome toothpaste tube, before standing up to his full height. “So, this was the culprit, huh?”

You nod. “I don’t know what happened - the only difference was the toothbrush being on the counter, so I should be able to do it, just-”

He picks up the toothbrush and squeezes a blob of toothpaste on it. “On the house.” Leon jokes, offering it back to you. You stand up and accept it, hesitantly.

“I kinda feel pathetic.” You admit.

“Dove…” You’re getting a little used to the name now. It sounds nice off his tongue – soft and sweet. “You’ve had a shitty day, give yourself a break.”

“No, I mean, it just feels like you’re my servant or something – sweeping up, squeezing out my toothpaste...”

“To protect and serve’s the motto.” He smiles at your confused look. “I was a cop before I was an agent.”

“And this is the stuff you did as a cop?”

“Yes, alongside the helping old ladies with their groceries, helping ducks cross the street…” He teases, before nodding at the toothbrush in your hand. “I’ll leave you to it.”

After brushing your teeth without further incident and taking a few more moments to compose yourself, you exit the bathroom. Leon’s stood at the kitchen counter, paper bag in hand, looking at pill packets. There’s a couple of duffel bags near the garage door, one unzipped.

“Medical notes say it’s painkiller time, I’m afraid.” He grabs a glass from the cupboard, fills it up with water from the tap and places it down besides two white pills. “They’ve given you some sleeping tablets as well, but that’s up to you.”

“Do they stop you dreaming?”

Leon grimaces at your question. “From personal experience, yeah. No dreams.”

You hold out your hand. “Then I’ll take them.”

He nods, shaking another two pills out of a bottle and into his hand, picking up the other two and drops them in your hand. You open your mouth and throw them in, before accepting the glass of water, swallowing it all down.

“So, er, this is gonna be a little bit awkward, but I don’t know what you prefer to sleep in, obviously, but I’m assuming not that.”

“Oh. Yeah, no.”

“So, I pulled out a couple of things.” He nods towards the bedroom, where you can see some items of clothing laying out on the bed. He’s turned the bedside lamp on, the room softly illuminated in a white glow.

“You really are a safe house pro.”

“Ha, yeah.” He grins, rubbing the back of his head. “I guess my question is, do you need a hand with changing? 100% respectful offer, obviously.”

You nod. “Please.”

“Okay. After you.”

You walk into the bedroom, Leon keeping his distance this time. There’s an oversized t-shirt in the pile, looks like it will reach your knees. You pick it up with your good hand, clutching it close to your chest and turn to face him.

“Can you help with the sling?”

“Yep.” He nods – professional, unstrapping it with ease and removing it gently. “Afraid medic says you need to sleep with the sling for a week.”

“Mm.” You nod, hanging your arm down loose before turning around. “I guess if you could unzip and I’ll…”

“Got it.” He tugs down the zipper of your dress slowly – if it was some other encounter you’d say he was being a tease. He stops as he reaches the small of your back, just above your underwear. “What can I do now?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, but there’s no getting around it now. “Any good at undoing a bra? Professionally.”

“Professionally, yep.” You feel gentle fingers deftly unclasp it with ease.

“I think I’ve got it from now until the sling needs back on, so-”

“Say no more. Just call when you’re ready.”

The door closes behind you and you exhale, trying to compose yourself. It’s more months since a man had helped you out of a dress and this, after everything today and the situation you’re in, unsure if he sees you as victim or villain, shouldn’t be making you feel flustered.

Gingerly, you slip one arm out of the dress, followed by the other, wincing as you do so and allowing it to pool down at your feet. Next comes your bra, and then you gently pull the t-shirt over your head, again flinching as your shoulder smarts.

Decent, or decent enough, you call out. “Leon? I’m ready.”

“Coming in.” He announces, pausing a moment before opening the door and immediately moves to pick up the sling from where he placed it on the bed. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

With practiced hands, he positions your arm into the sling, adjusting it carefully and fastening it in place once more. “There. Feel okay?”

“Yeah.” You look him in the eyes then – beautiful, blue eyes, before fighting back a yawn. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiles. “That will be the sleeping pills kicking in. I forgot to mention they’re real heavy duty.”

“Mm.” You sit down on the bed then, a little too heavily, before picking up your discarded dress on the floor. “Could you bin this?”

“Of course.” He takes it from you, no question. “Anything else I can do?”

“No. Thank you.”

“You don’t need to keep thanking me, Dove. It’s all right – I told you, part of the job.”

“Still, thank you.” You mumble, head feeling heavy.

“Here,” he pulls back the covers as you scooch yourself back and lean your head back on the pillow, tucking the duvet in over you. “Arm still okay?”

You nod, looking up at him with bleary eyes.

“I swear what happened wasn’t anything to do with me. I swear.”

“Shh,” Leon hushes. “I know.” He feels it in his gut, felt it since the moment he lay eyes on you in Hunnigan’s office. “Maybe tomorrow we’ll hear some updates. But, for now, just sleep. Okay, Dove?”

“Sleep, okay…” You mumble, closing your eyes.

Leon hovers a moment, noting the change in your breathing as the sleeping pills pull you under. He turns off the bedside lamp and leaves the bedroom, quietly, your dress clutched in his hand. He places it in the kitchen bin – there’s an incinerator round the back to erase all trace of their visit, but he’ll do that in the morning.

He makes his way over to the sofa and lies down, not even bothering to remove his boots.

He won’t be sleeping tonight.

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Afternoon Delight | Leon x Fem!Reader

Leon wanted to say something smooth, a pickup line to really seal in the deal but instead he said “I think I’m too old for you actually. I’m sorry about all this.”

You didn’t seem fazed, almost amused by him even. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable at all, Leon,” you admitted. You leaned down, your breasts almost exposed to him now in your teeny tiny bikini top.

“Actually,” you continued, taking in the sight of him, his blond locks, that gorgeous half smirk on his face, “I really like older men.” (AO3)

Leon was resting in the hammock, eyes closed behind his shades, drink in hand as he idly swayed. His first vacation in almost two years and Leon couldn’t believe his luck. The room not only had its own private pool but a hot tub as well with views of the ocean. If only he had someone to share it all with, he thought to himself almost bitterly. No, he refused to let his mind go there. He was 100% officially done with all the games and the chase. This was his first vacation as a single man. Leon was going to make the most of it.

When the idea of having amazing sex on vacation first crossed his mind, he shook it off. He was a relationship guy, he reasoned to himself, despite all the very attractive scantily clad women eyeing him at his every turn. It was only his first night. If the opportunity presented itself, Leon wouldn’t say no but the odds of a woman making the first move was slim to none, he reasoned.

That’s when you came along. He was walking past the swim up pool bar when it happened. Like a lion watching its prey, Leon couldn’t take his eyes off of your wet taunt body splashing around as you waited for whatever fruity drink the bartender offered to create just for you. Hey, he couldn’t blame you- endless drinks was the main reason he gave in when Hunnigan offered him this getaway.

Your bikini should’ve been illegal. It was downright sinful. Leon had vaguely heard of a g-string bikini but had never seen one in action. Nothing was covered back there it seemed. If someone had told him that your bikini bottoms were made with colored floss, he’d have believed it. You were gorgeous, full of laughter and soon to be full of the rainbow colored liquor you were sipping on.

Almost frozen in place, Leon felt like a coward. He’d done this song and dance before, for years actually, so he knew how to approach a woman (one very specific woman). The only problem was that he’d only been with one woman. Picking up a stranger at a bar, at a resort and fucking like rabbits- he wasn’t that type of guy but damn you made him want to be.

He was kind of hungry actually, but now Leon had a newfound hunger for something else- you. He felt like a pervert. You couldn’t be more than 23 years old. Young, beautiful, at the prime of your life with no idea he was going to be stroking himself later to this visual. Leon could be a gentleman and ask you to accompany him to dinner. Sure, the food was free too but it was the thought that counted.

The resort had an upscale steakhouse- he could wine and dine you the way he was raised to treat a woman but his cock was starting to get hard the more you jumped around in the pool, your breasts almost threatening to spill out in front of everyone. Leon had to get out of there before he came in his pants.

Yeah, it had been a while since he’d gotten some and apparently he was too much of a coward to just approach you. What if you thought he was a dirty old man?

Leon sipped his watered down whiskey on the rocks and started to walk away before he caught a glimpse of you getting out of the water. You locked eyes with him and the world stood still. From the look on your face you didn’t seem disgusted at his obvious gawking. He even saw you lick your lips and wink at him before grabbing a beach towel and lightly dabbing at your skin, making no real effort to dry off.

“Hey,” he heard your voice call out. Leon looked around to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “Yeah, you over there!” You sauntered over to him seated at his lounge chair. Your smile made it very clear that you were on to him.

His cheeks couldn’t get more red. “Look, I was just staring off into space. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” She’s probably going to call security and complain about the gross old man lusting after her, he thought. “I’m Leon, by the way.”

You reached out to shake his hand as you introduced yourself to him. “I’m Y/N. What are you up to later, Leon? I’m here all week.”

All week. He had the chance to see you and possibly be with you and inside you all week.

Leon wanted to say something smooth, a pickup line to really seal in the deal but instead he said “I think I’m too old for you actually. I’m sorry about all this.”

“Actually,” you continued, taking in the sight of him, his blond locks, that gorgeous half smirk on his face, “I really like older men.”

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After your bold statement, Leon had awkwardly laughed before blurting out “I’d feel less awkward if you’d let me take you to dinner,” fully intending to be a gentleman and make a reservation at the steakhouse. You had agreed and made plans to meetup at his hotel suite. Leon was sitting on the edge of his bed wrapped in a towel not believing his luck. Day 1 of vacation and he was almost guaranteed to get laid.

He’d never been with a younger woman before, never really dated anyone in the true, honest sense.

“Just make it through dinner,” he whispered to himself. “What if she thinks I’m some sugar daddy type,” he thought to himself out loud. He totally would be for you.

The knocking on the door brought Leon out of his thoughts. You were here. You were going to go to dinner together, talk, potentially get along great and let nature take its course so he could feel like less of a cradle robber.

“Y/N, you’re here early,” he remarked, gesturing to the towel wrapped around his waist. “I haven’t gotten dressed yet, is something the matter?”

At first he’d been confused as to why you’d shown up in just the robe included in your room, convinced that you’d changed your mind and was here to tell him off. It was only after you removed your robe that he realized what was happening.

If he thought your bikini was sinful, this dress was the actual sin. It was a sexy red mesh that left nothing to the imagination. And he had imagined you naked and crying his name in the shower just a few minutes before.

“I was thinking we’d skip right to dessert.”

He had you naked and on your back within seconds.

—- “Oh, fuck Leon, fuck me,” you moaned as you put both hands on the back of his head, refusing to let him come up for air as he devoured your pussy.

Leon felt like a virgin all over again. He was amazed at how your body moved, the way you moaned and called out his name without abandon, grinding your pussy into his eager mouth, hands going from gripping the sheets to gripping his hair.

It was almost like his first time- his first one night stand or summer fling. He didn’t know what the future held but right now in this moment, you grinding into his mouth, he swore he could die happy.

You were bossy, demanding and bratty. Your mouth was filthy. He loved it. He couldn’t wait to see you unravel as you came on his tongue. Leon made that his mission, his eyes fixated on your face (what he could see of it from this angle), to make you cum hard screaming and thrashing in his bed.

“Uh huh, eat my fucking pussy, yes just like tha-” Your back arched and instead of licking at your clit, Leon started sucking it as your cum covered his mouth, his chin and jaw. “I’m cumming, Leon,” you brokenly screamed.

He felt you pulling at his hair then trying to push him away but he grabbed your thighs and kept them apart as they quivered near his ears. “Mhmm, that’s right, eat my cum, daddy.

Leon almost came right then and there. He’d never been called ‘Daddy’ before, never thought he’d be into it but he felt powerful hearing it roll off your tongue in your blissed out haze. He couldn’t wait to feel you hot, wet and pulsating around his cock calling him ‘Daddy’ as he made you squirt.

“Daddy, hmm,” he teasingly inquired, finally coming up for air. His cock was achingly hard. Thank God he’d jacked off earlier or he’d have cum the second you started stroking him.

The moment he had the back of your knees on his shoulders, sliding into you inch by inch, memorizing the look on your face as your eyes rolled back into your head- he’d never see anything else in his wet dreams for as long as he lived.

“Harder,” you ordered him, already feeling fucked out and close to cumming. “Fuck me harder, Daddy.”

Your neon pink painted nails dug into Leon’s ass, trying to force him even deeper. You couldn’t get enough of his thick cock stretching you so deliciously. You made a mental note to attempt deep throating him later.

Leon kept pounding into you like his life depended on it. He wanted, no, he needed to make you cum on his dick. To prove to himself mostly that as he was getting up in age that he still had it, that he could move on, still have amazing sex and be attractive to other women after all the bullshit he'd dealt with before.

Okay so maybe he was getting insecure about being in his late 30s, 36 to be exact, but the way you were milking his dick with your tight pussy more than eased his doubts.

“Yes, yes, Leon, make me cum please.”

Your voice brought him back to the reality that he had a very willing, horny and attractive young woman about to squirt in his bed, begging him to fuck her.

“Cum for me, baby, be a good girl for Daddy,” he grunted out before your squeals turned into heavy breathing and panting as your nails scratched up and down his back, his ass and shoulders. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re gorgeous.”

You had brought out the animal in him, satiated his sexual appetite like never before. Now he was back to kissing you all over, your soft lips, your neck and your amazing breasts that he definitely wanted to do a titty fuck with.

“God, I don’t think I can walk after that,” you quipped after he’d cleaned you both up after his cum had started to ooze out of your swollen pussy, a view Leon clearly enjoyed. “I feel like I’m about to pass out,” you said before yawning, snuggling into his embrace.

He was hot, older (a huge plus for you), had a nice cock and made you cum harder than you ever had as evidenced by the wet spot you left behind. You felt beyond lucky.

Leon gave you another kiss, this time slipping his tongue into your mouth letting you taste yourself.

“Mmm, me too,” he admitted. Leon found himself idly stroking your arms as you cuddled into him. It had been too long since he’d had a moment like this and he wanted to savor it. “We can take a shower together afterwards and still make it to dinner later, if you want to, Y/N.”

You gave him a quick peck and pulled the comforter up, the A/C kicking on at just the right time.

“I’d love that, Leon.”

This was going to be a very good vacation, the both of you thought before drifting off to sleep.

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The Perpetual Chase | Chapter One | Leon Kennedy x reader series

links to other parts: part two | part three

𓆩♡𓆪┆pairing: las plagas!yandere leon s. kennedy x fem!reader (afab) & Chris Redfield x fem!reader (afab)

𓆩♡𓆪┆summary: the reader is finally free from the physical prison Leon held her in, but she remains in a mental trap that makes her constantly think about the incident. with an effort to move on, she is living with Chris, Jill, and her son, trying to continue life without leon.

𓆩♡𓆪┆word count: 2.8k

𓆩♡𓆪┆disclaimer: this is a work of fiction! i do not condone everything i write. this is for 18+ readers, so MDNI. you’re responsible for the content you consume so if any of the follow warnings trigger you, click off now.

𓆩♡𓆪┆warnings: NSFW 18+. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. female anatomy and she/her pronouns used for the reader. this series will mention things that happened in ‘broken locks’, please read before you read this to understand and know what you’re getting into. specific chapter warnings: healing trauma, reader suffers with remnants of Stockholm syndrome, & mention of of death.

𓆩♡𓆪┆a/n: heyyy! sorry this took forever, life has been hectic, but i hope you enjoy, please like and reblog if you did. just wanted to mention one thing though, i did name the son in the story, i didn’t want to keep putting “insert sons name”. i know its an x reader but there is only so much customising i can do without it being exhausting, so please do not hate on that. anyways thank you for all ur support, love y’all.

Chapter one: a broken beginning

The warm lamp on the bedside table filled the cosy room with an orange tinge around the four walls; the sleepy five-year-old was nestled in his mother's arms, clutching his favourite stuffed bear as he eagerly awaited his nightly fairytale from you — his beloved mother.

“Once upon a time, in a faraway land,” you began with a soft and melodic voice, “there was a beautiful queen named Seraphina.” You brushed Mason’s dark blond hair away from his forehead, his eyes sparkling warmly as you delved further into the story.

“Queen Seraphina had the most radiant smile that lit up the kingdom, and her kindness was known to all. She had a little prince called… Mason,” you saw him smile; you always liked to change the name to involve him and to hear that little giggle, “and Mason was her pride and joy.”

You continued with the tale; your words weaved a story of love, bravery, threat and danger, getting to the part that always scared Mason — the mentioning of the wicked sorcerer who became obsessed with the queen's beauty and vowed to take her away from everything she knew for his own selfish desires.

“Queen Seraphina was smart and strong,” your voice tinged with a hint of caution, “she had a magic charm, a special kind of protection that kept her safe from harm.”

Mason listened intently, his innocent eyes fixed on your face, soaking in every word that was uttered.

“However,” you continued, lowering your voice slightly, “the sorcerer’s obsession grew stronger by the day. He plotted and schemed, waiting for the perfect moment to take Queen Seraphine away from everything she loved.”

This was Mason’s favourite part, where the narrative took an unexpected turn as Queen Seraphina's castle was suddenly surrounded by darkness and then…

There was a knock on the door. Jill came in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your storytelling, but it's time for bed; Mason has a big day tomorrow,” Jill said as she waited for Mason to walk with her.

“You heard Jill, off you go.”

“But Mom, I want to hear what happens to Queen Seraphina,” he whined.

“You’ve listened to the story millions of times,” he pouted, making your heart melt “Tomorrow I’ll tell the story earlier, and I promise we will finish it… Now go with your Aunty Jill,” he hugged you as he went off, leaving you to put away the book.

You walked outside your room, watching Mason get all pouty as Jill tried to get him into bed, noticing Chris walk by and jokingly tell him to behave — Mason always listened to Chris; he almost looked up to him and tried his best to copy his mannerisms. You four were all living together in an unknown area, even though you couldn’t tell the actual location for safety reasons due to your “turbulent mental health” and your contact with Las Plagas, as the doctors put it, but you liked living with Chris, Jill and your son, as well as the ones who created a protective sphere and kept on guard. You were healing over your trauma after what happened five years ago, but there were still doctors who would check up on you and, most importantly, Mason; they were 99% certain you weren’t a carrier, but they continued to be sceptical of the child you bore from an infected man, Las Plagas had to be coursing through his veins — but every test showed he never carried the disease, but this didn’t satisfy or stop the frequent checks.

You understood the measures that had to be taken, but every time you had a check-up, that incident played in your head; it didn’t help that you had other factors like Mason’s favourite fairytale being about kidnapping; it all just made you remember Leon and what he had done to you — how he violated and manipulated you. The first year was hard; you woke up every night and only slept periodically, your eyebrows darkening. Jill and Chris made things easier; they were patient and understanding, reassuring you that Leon was dead and wasn’t coming back — but that didn’t silence your mind completely. You never admitted it to them, not those who checked up on you, but you still had nightmares, picturing Leon’s face with those dark veins and that perverted, dark smile he would always have when you were vulnerable. But you also thought about how you loved him towards the end; you remember putting your finger on the trigger and telling him, “I love you”. You felt guilty for having those bittersweet memories; the psychiatrists kept telling you it wasn’t healthy and that love doesn’t begin like that, and you knew that, but another part of your brain thought about the moment he took care of you. You remembered when he hugged and cared for you and helped you in the bath; all those memories had a dark tone, but you missed him.

The nights where those mixed feelings kept you awake, you wished you could get over it all and just think it was in the past, but it was hard, and despite Jill insisting on you needing to “heal”, you thought that was never going to happen; you thought that you were forever broken no matter the new life you were living. Five years on, it was a little easier to handle, with an emphasis on “little”, but there were still improvements. You had your friend Jill with you, and you were starting to get to know Chris, finally getting over the fact he wanted to kill you when he first met you, but that was something to joke about now — an extremely dark joke, but a joke nonetheless. Even though you loved Jill, the most understanding person was Chris; your developing friendship helped you along the journey, whereas Jill’s constant talking about a “healing journey” was coming from a good place but put pressure on you on how you should feel and where you should be in that “healing journey”. You felt like she didn’t truly understand the trauma you were going through; of course, no one really did, but Chris managed to make you feel comfortable and like he was actually feeling your emotions.

You had talked to Chris about how Jill’s words affected you and made you continually think about your broken mental health. He offered a shoulder to cry on, and you felt a connection with him. These feelings were confusing; you longed for Chris to stay longer when you had your late-night chats when he went off guarding duty, but it felt wrong to have these feelings when you were still thinking of Leon and what could have been if he remained that sweet neighbour you would make meals for. You didn’t know if this was the beginning of what they call “moving on”, but all you knew was that you liked it when Chris sneaked past Jill’s room when she watched over Mason sleeping and how you giggled together and sometimes had a little nap in each other's arms.

Tonight was another night you would have those late nights with Chris; you two had gotten into that routine of waiting for Jill to put Mason and then drift off before Chris would get off guard duty — you two weren’t doing anything physically intimate, but you knew Jill wouldn’t be comfortable with you having a flirtatious moment with another man, especially Chris. You felt guilty — at times — knowing you were keeping something from your best friend, but you also knew that this secret wouldn’t last forever; this secret would last for a while but would come out of hiding if anything actually sparked between you two, but you know when you would admit it you would get a lecture and experience her overprotectiveness. You did understand why she was acting like this, but you also wanted some freedom now to take it at your own pace and not be constantly monitored.

You waited in your bedroom; your door opened a crack to let Chris know you wanted him to come in; the anticipation bubbled inside you as you waited for him; you loved feeling that excitement; you hadn’t felt that innocent thrill since when you used to give meals to Leon, you remembered the excuse of your awful portion sizes and the smile he would always give when tasting your cooking… You missed that. You often thought about what could have been if Leon had never gotten infected. Would you two have gotten together naturally if he was still the boy next door? Would it have been a beautiful romance? Well, it doesn’t matter how much you thought because it would never be a true reality.

As you were getting lost in your thoughts, you subtly jumped out of your mind to be taken back into reality when you saw the door open, then met with Chris’ smile when he saw your face.

“I’m not disturbing you, am I?” he closed the door behind him.

“No, no… I wouldn’t have had the door like that if I didn’t want you here,” you lifted yourself from the foot of your bed, putting your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his chest as he brought you in his arms, “I’ve missed you.”

“Wow, I didn’t know I had the effect on you,” he laughed. You just rolled your eyes.

Inside the dimly lit bedroom, you two sat on the floor on the comfortable fluffy carpet that was by your bed — you would often start your conversations here. You felt like you were wrapped in the warm comfort of Chris’ presence; the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a gentle hue that invited closeness.

“I don’t think Jill will be waking up any time soon… I heard slight snoring coming from Mason’s room,” you both laughed.

“Means she’s out like a light,” he moved close to you, and you caught the sense of his natural scent that drew you closer and brought that excitement back; it felt like a true romance was blooming, but those previous thoughts kept making you think otherwise.

“How do you think she would react to… all of this?” you asked to break some silence.

“To be honest, I don’t know, but… I don’t want to talk about that now,” you raised an eyebrow out of interest, “Y/N, I want to talk to you about something, and it’s fine if you don’t want to engage, but please hear me out.”

“Wow, just a few minutes, and we’re already getting serious.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about it all day, but shut up for a bit and let me speak,” you both laughed, “For the past five years, we’ve gotten closer. I got to know you, and I’m glad you got over our first awful first impressions, but… I didn’t expect to have what we have now. We don’t do what usual friends do, fair enough, we’ve never done anything, but I feel something. I suppose I’m trying to say I feel something for you, I care about you, and I want to see if you feel the same, and maybe we could build on that.”

You looked down at your hands before saying anything, watching his anticipation: “Chris… I do like you, but… I don’t want to lead you on. I feel like we have something, but I think everyone knows I’m not totally over what you know who did with me; I mean, I don’t think I can do things like sex for a long time.”

“We don’t have to have sex for us to be something real,” he softly grabbed your hand, “I understand if you don’t want anything with me, but if you did, I wouldn’t rush you into things like that, I would wait… Sex doesn't always make something real; we could have our own terms.”

Thinking about your memories of Leon, watching Chris, and the warm energy you felt from him. When you looked at the picture of Leon in your mind, you had bittersweet memories, romantic at times but truly traumatic and what he did ruined your life; you were ready to admit that. But when you looked at Chris, you saw a new beginning, a broken beginning, but something that could blossom into something beautiful if you let it and let go of Leon's hold on you even in the grave.

“Kiss me,” he widened his eyes with shock, watching you to make sure, “Kiss me, and I’ll truly know if I’m ready to say yes to this.”

He leaned in slowly, his soft lips brushing against yours until the skin of your lips fully collided into a passionate kiss; you had to adjust to this intimacy you hadn’t had in years, but you melted into the rhythm and let it take over, your eyes were shut, and your hands reached for his shoulders, inviting you to roam your hands around. Chris moved himself closer, lost in the interlocking of passion that was taking hold of you two… Until it had to stop.

“...I do want something real with you, Chris… But please be patient with me.”

“Of course, everything that will happen, I will make sure you’re 100% okay with it… I won’t hurt you.”

You smiled softly, thankful for his understanding and how much he wanted to be with you. The night drifted with you two conversing, hugging, and finding the moment to kiss again, giggling about how much you missed that sensation with another, glad to share it with Chris.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Hours had drawn on, finally hitting where you two had to depart before Jill was up. Chris still couldn’t wipe that smile off his face, knowing you two were finally moving into something, not being ambiguous about anything. You two looked at the time, not mentioning it, to see if Chris would stay with you a little longer.

“I think I need to go before Jill finds out I’m here,” you wrapped your arms around him even more tightly.

“Will I see you again soon?”

“I’ll be here again before you go to bed, and I’ll see you throughout the day.”

You gave him a final kiss before parting with him, watching as he closed the door fully, letting you close your eyes and relieve the whole night for a few moments before Mason came rushing back into your room.

As you turned over, oblivious of the outside, Chris was met with the one person you didn’t want to see — Jill. Every morning, after the countless nights together, Chris would sneakily close the door without a sound, rushing back to his spot before Jill even woke up, only today she happened to wake up earlier. She stood there with her arms folded, head tilted as she waited for Chris to speak. He just looked at her, defeated.

“Speak of the devil,” Chris said to himself, “Jill, just say what you want,” he turned to face her.

She moved one step closer: “You can never help yourself, can you?”

This ignited subtle anger in Chirs; all those nights you two had, how you confided in him about Jill’s overprotectiveness, Chris thought about how he would tell you; you were probably overthinking, but now he could witness the overprotectiveness that made you feel like you were constantly behind in your process with trauma.

“Y/N can make her own decisions; I never forced myself or made her be with me; we just… kinda hit it off.”

“You know she isn’t in the right state of mind to make a decision; she’s traumatised, she needs to heal, and all you’re doing is… being a safe replacement for Leon.”

“I’m not a fucking replacement!” he raised his voice, “If it was a few months after, fair enough, but it’s been five goodman years; in those years, we’ve made something that is finally happening, don’t you dare call me a replacement.”

“Do you like her, or is it just the easy option with the lack of missions recently? I don’t trust that you’re being sensitive to her situation.”

“Jill… That’s low, and you know it is… Ask her yourself if you don’t trust me,” he looked away, returning to his spot.

“Oh, before you go, Chris,” he rolled his eyes, “Leon woke up, he’s downstairs in the quarantine zone being monitored… He wants to speak to someone; it might as well be the man moving in on the woman he has a child with.”

Right there and then, time had stopped. You weren’t aware of this, but Chris, Jill and everyone who walked the building knew Leon wasn’t dead as you believed. When you pulled the trigger, you didn’t damage any vital organs and allowed him to live. And now he had woken up… Striking fear in everyone and making everyone watch him like a hawk to protect you.

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angelltheninth · 7 months

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Leon Kennedy + Thank God You're Alive

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, bit of anght, kissing, hard and fast sex, creampie, sweet Leon Kennedy

A/N: Post mission stress can hit HARD, so the sex should reflect that.

He thought he lost you, he really did. Seconds later he saw bullets flying and you running towards him with a smug grin. That was so dumb of you, but Leon can't be mad when he throws his gun away and grabs your face instead, pulling you into the most desperate kiss you've ever experianced. You both taste of blood, smell of gunpowder and dirt but he doesn't care to wait until you get back home.

"What were you thinking, running in front of it like that? What if you didn't get out the way... I... fuck you. Not just saying that by the way. I need you. I want to make sure you're okay. Think of it as me checking for injuries, very thoroughly."

As soon as you get to the base he wastes no time getting your dirty clothes off and throwing you onto the nearest bed he can find. The door is locked shut in a haste, he barely gets to taste your pussy before his cock gets the better of him and he pushes it in. He feels you pulsing around him, he feels your skin under his hands, your chest rising and falling, your heartbeat speeding up the more horny you you get.

"There will be time to taste you after. Right now I need to be inside you or else I'll go crazy. Sorry but I'm not gonna hold back, this adrenaline needs somewhere to go. You can take all of me already. What's the matter, did you want it way back in the car? Were you seconds away from dropping to your knees for me?"

He keeps his hand over your heart, thrusting in sync with your heartbeat. Every part of him that you trace is shaking with his lust and love for you. There isn't a part of your body that he leaves untouched, as he promised he will check all of you. When you come and your heart spikes up a string of words of love fall from his lips, a rush of warmth washing over you both inside and out, outside are his hands, lips and words, inside is his cock and cum.

"I promise, I'll watch your back, I'll love you until you get sick of me. Hopefully never. No hey, keep that cum inside. If we almost lost our lives today, how about we start a new one? You and me."

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elfven-blog · 9 months

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Such a pretty mommy

Summary: Leon comes home and helps relieve his pregnant wife DI!Leon x F!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+ only, breeding, milk kink, lactation kink, p in v, fingers Word Count: 2K

You had managed to start relaxing after receiving the call that you husband had been collected from Alcatraz and was on his way home. The bath water had gone cold, and you had finally stepped out from it with a small pout, wishing that the water had stayed warm for just a little bit longer. With a strained groan you lifted yourself from the tub, being nearly 8 months pregnant had its challenges. Like getting out a bathtub and then trying to dry yourself, you often found yourself wondering why you wanted a child but then your heart would melt when your husband would give you a new fact he'd found in one of those parenting books he’d brought in a hurry to make sure he was ready.

The way his face lit up when you’d go for appointments, or the softness in his eyes every time you brought something new for the nursery and especially the way he spoke in that excited voice when he rattled of names. And even when he had missions he still managed to send you the information he had found, in the form of notes around the house or through poor Ingrid, who he had roped into checking on you when he was away.

As you set yourself to drying off the water on your body, you hadn’t heard the door downstairs open and close, nor the heavy thump of his boots as he took them off. Not even the creak of the stairs as he made his way to you. With you not noticing the homecoming of your husband, you set about trying to soothe some of the aching the pregnancy was causing. One of the reasons you’d taken the warm bath anyway after your midwife had recommended it, she had also recommended just softly massaging the ache in your breasts.

You had brought a soothing oil to help, pouring it onto your hands before gently rubbing your hands over the soft skin, a whine leaving you at the feeling. Leon leant against the bathroom door, watching as his wife’s head leant back and her eyes closed. He moved forward, his hands coming around you to replace your own. You jumped, eyes shooting open before they softened and leant back into his chest. “Welcome home”

He grinned down at you, the pupils of his eyes swallowing the blue as he pressed a kiss to your forehead “Certainly a way to welcome me home, honey” his voice dripped with want, fingers moving to pull gently at your nipples, drawing a gasp from your mouth. “Such a pretty mommy, just let me take care of you”.

Your head leant on his chest as you sunk further into his embrace before he bent to pick you up. Your arms around his neck, you should be surprised at how he could pick you up like nothing when you were heavily pregnant…but you’ve seen the things he’s had to pick up while working. Leon carries you to your bedroom, your attention focused on the way his arms flex and the vein that stands out while he lays you on the bed.

Once he has you placed where he wants, his hands sooth up your legs to your sides and eventually his fingers feather over the soft skin of your breasts. He settles himself above you as he massages at your chest like you were moments ago, his eyes not leaving the way his fingers cause the tissue to dimple or the way your eyes close. Leons attention is taken when he squeezes a little bit too hard and a small amount of milk trails down to drip over the knuckle of his fingers.

“What a waste” his head dips low so he can press his lips to your skin, and your head tilts back with your mouth opening. He trails down to the pebbled nipple of your left breast. You feel his hot and wet tongue lick over the sore area before his lips attach and he suckles gently. Leon groans at the warm liquid dripping into his mouth, eyes closed while his hand continues to massage at your neglected tit.

With the way your husband is angled against you, you’re able to fill the way he quickly fills out against your thigh. You shouldn’t find this as hot as it is. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth as your own hands turn to tangle in the hair at the base of his neck, slightly scratching the scalp. Leon lets your nipple fall from his mouth with a pop, quickly moving to mouth at the other. His hand moved down to hold your hips while his tongue lapped at the milk you so lovingly provided.

“Taste so fucking good, my pretty baby giving me my fill” His hips grind against your thigh, and you don’t want to admit how much all of his actions are affecting you, even as slick drips between your thighs. But his help is working at least, your breasts are still sore, especially with the way his wraps those pretty lips around your nipples just so he can coax more of that sweet warmth down his throat but they’re not as heavy now. “Getting these pretty leaky tits nice and empty, then let gonna empty my balls into you”.

You arch, pressing your tit further into his mouth while your hands press his head down. And your legs spread open, Leons hand on your hip dipping down between to tease at your pussy lips. “You’re gonna be such a pretty mommy” maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones or maybe it’s just him but the teasing has you writhing and whining under him quickly. Leon nips lightly at your tit as you move, his eyes hardening “Keep still, I’m helping you baby”. He quickly goes back to lapping at the wetness leaking from your breasts, his thumb circling at your sensitive bud as you feel middle finger easily slip into your fluttering hole.

Your hands curl almost painfully into his hair as you try to hold still for him. With how soaked you are it’s easy for him to add another finger “So tight, sweetheart, been gone for so long and I still need to work you open” you feel his wedding band glide against your walls and the feeling has you mewling under him with your fingers moving down to scratch at his arms.

“Leon, more please” You tug his biceps, and he starts to pump his fingers in and out of your drippy pussy. His mouth goes back to suckling your nipples, drinking the milk being produced with a low groan. He has you squirming below him while his tongue licks at the hardened buds in time with the fingers that are rocking into you at a slow pace.

Almost too slow. It has you begging him in quick panting breaths, faster, more, please. Leons pulls back from your nipples so he can kiss both of them instead, he nods his head. Knowing exactly what you want and needing it for himself too. He hovers above you, weight on one arm while pushing his trousers and boxers down in a haste. You whine at the sudden empty feeling as his fingers slip out of you. “Shh s’okay, comin right back, gonna make you feel better”.

His hand wraps around the base of his cock so he can guide it to your drippy cunt, he pushes in slowly causing both of you to moan at the feeling as he bottoms out. He sits back on his knees so he can watch your blissed face, and the way your tits start leaking again. One of his hands rubs at the bump you’ve grown with a smile on his face “So pretty, such a pretty baby, all mine”.

His hips rock himself deep into your, the weeping head grinding against the opening of your womb, and he pressed sweet kisses down your neck, his arms moving to hold his weight above you. Trying his hardest not to pin you down like he normally does, not settling his all his weight onto you in the way that has you clenching around him. His eyes watch as your milky tits leak again and he’s quick to lap it up.

His tongue flicks over your nipple soothing the ache in them, and your hands claw at his back while his hips bully his cock into your clenching drippy hole again and again. When your eyes open to look at your husband, your mouth opens with a moan at how blissful he looks, nestled between your breasts while he humps at you, and he mouths at the sweet milk leaking from your nipples. Your thighs shake and tighten around his waist.

Leon moans at the taste and the way your pussy keeps tightening around him, keeping him warm and snug while he gets his fill. He moves between the nipples, milk spilling from your tits and the sight is messy, the white smearing on his face with how sloppy he is at drinking. One of his hands moves to play with the nipple he’s not mouthing at. His fingers tugging and pinching which causes milk to spray and Leon groans diving to lick up the mess he’d made.

“So fuckin good, gonna have to keep you knocked up. Fuck you till it’s spilling so I can have a taste” His fat cock slides into your pussy, stretching you out while he bottoms balls deep, his hips speeding up as he focuses on that familiar feeling of your cunt fluttering around him, and the cute moans and whimpers that he’s drawing out of you.

He fucks into you at an almost brutal pace, nipping at the skin of your breasts until they’re littered with bruises “Pussy just sucking me in baby, she wants it so bad huh? Yeah? Just wants me to keep ‘er plugged up” He presses a hot kiss to your neck before dragging his mouth back down to your tits so he can press his face into them. The milk smearing over his lips while his hips snap into you, hard.

Your drippy walls clamp down onto cock, only causing him to suck on your hard bud roughly so he can eagerly drink up the producing milk. He mumbles praises into your skin, you’re so good, taking him so well, letting him help like this. He pulls out until only the head of his dick stretches the opening of your cunt out, causing you to whine until he ruts his cock back into you and he buries in you until the tip bruises your cervix.

His thick cock stretches you out until all you can do is whimper and squirm beneath him. His pelvis grinds against your clit, and his mouth milks your breasts until your cockdrunk on the way he rubs against that spongy spot. He slows to a rolling grind, his hips slowly humping into you and your thighs tremble as your back arches. You cum with a pitiful whine, gushing around Leon and soaking down to the sheets below you while he continues to suckle.

“That’s it baby, cum on my cock, such a good girl” His hips circle into you, he helps you ride your orgasm as he fucks deep into your cunt and pulls away from your now empty breasts. Your pussy spasms and clenches onto his cock, he groans at the feeling and pushes as far into you as he can while catching your mouth in a messy kiss. You can taste the sweet milk on his mouth while his tongue fucks past your lips until there’s spit drooling down your mouth.

His cock grinds against your clenching walls until he hot ropes of cum spurts from the head of his cock. His thick sticky ropes of cum fill your pussy until it’s dripping out of you. Leon pulls away so the both of you can catch your breath, his heavy pants filling your ears before he pulls out of you. Leon leans back so he can watch the mix of creamy cum and slick drip out of your pulsing hole, his cock kicking again at the sight.

Leon looks up to smile at you, his eyes soft as a hand moves the hair stuck to your forehead and he presses a kiss to your cheek “I missed you”. He lays next to you, other hand gently stroking at the bump of your stomach. “Might need another bath now”.

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navstuffs · 11 months

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Nude painting class

Pairing: RookieRE2!Leon x BustyF!Reader

Summary: You and Leon continue meeting in weird circumstances.

Warning tags: au, written with busty/curvy reader in mind, but anyone can read it, SMUT MINORS DNI, nudity, blowjob (m receiving), mask/hidden identity, cum, nudity, tiny cum play, deep-throat, switch!leon, leon loves your tits, ingrid is my oc

Author's Notes: hiiii! my husband gave the ideia (again) for the second part of traffic stop (spoiler alert: he gave the idea for the third/final part as well and it is THE BOMB!!). HABEMUS smuuuuuut! which i want to remind you all, i am no expert, and i hope to continue improving (since for the final part i will def need it)! hope you have fun reading it!

part 1 | my leon's masterlist

"Nude painting?"

Your friend Ingrid nods her head, excited. You look at yourself: short floral dress, make-up-ready. That wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you came all the way from Raccoon City to celebrate Ingrid's birthday. You came to have fun, get wasted, and end up in some strange man's arms. Not to paint.

"What happened to the Ingrid that loved drinking and partying?" Ingrid simply shrugs, resting against the passenger seat from the rideshare app. Well, it is her birthday, not yours.

"What about you? When are you leaving Racoon City?"

It is your time to shrug now. You decided to stay when Ingrid and most of your friends moved at the end of high school. You never thought of moving away.

"I love you, but Racoon City has nothing in there. It is a small town everyone leaves as soon as they can. What possibly can keep you there?"

A sudden pair of blue eyes crosses your mind, and you feel your face heating up. Ingrid opens a smirk, holding you in the arm.

"Wait, wait, there is someone?" You bite your lips, shaking your head.

"No, there is no one!" Ingrid holds into your arm, pressing you to tell her.

No, there wasn't. You only met Officer Kennedy once and never saw him again. It is not like you were looking hopeful at every police car that passed. Which you weren't. Or wondering if Leon was thinking as much of you as you thought of him.

You try to take Officer Kennedy out of your head for tonight. He is probably five hours away, doing who-knows-what. You are there to have fun.

-x-

Chris crosses his arm, watching Leon walk back and forth, both already dressed in robes. Chris has a malicious smile on his face: he was the one who convinced Leon to do this. Leon needed the money to help pay for his college anyway.

"I swear, you are fine! We are like, what? Five hours away from Racoon City? Who the fuck would see you? And you are going to be wearing a mask anyway!"

Leon knows this. He knows he is very far away from his workplace, yes, he would be wearing a mask to hide his identity. All of that should serve to ease Leon, but it doesn't. He has this strange feeling inside of him, growing since he arrived.

Before they leave their locker area, Leon is handed a black full-face Venetian mask. He has his hair back with gel, making it all spiky. They are taken to the paint room, Chris giving a thumbs up before they enter the main room.

Leon is trying hard not to place his hands in front of his dick when he gets to the room, although he is still technically covered. There are around twenty to thirty women in front of blank canvases, all eyeing them up and down. His job is to pose and maybe walk around. Easy peasy, Chris mentioned, and you don't even have to talk.

Leon lets his eyes glance around the room. Most women are excited, talking with each other. That's when Leon notices a woman he never thought he would see right here, his heart beating fast against his chest. One that has not left his mind since the traffic stop.

Leon could not believe his bad luck.

-x-

Ingrid is vibrating with excitement when the models start to come out. You warn her to ease on the wine, but Ingrid says it is her birthday, so she can do whatever she wants. Your eyes went from the stronger one with dark hair to the leaner blonde one, hair pulled back with gel. Why did you feel like you knew him?

"Can we touch them?" Ingrid interrupts your thoughts, excited.

"We can NOT touch them, Ingrid! Not if you want to get kicked out of here!"

You hear screams and claps around, and when you turn back, they take their underwear off. Well, great you lost the strip tease. Your eyes go from the brown-haired one to the blonde. Well, it seems he was hiding some muscles in there.

Your eyes go down to his abs, and it stops just above his pubic hair. Should you dare to look more? Oh, fuck it. It is Ingrid's party, you are there to have fun, you remind yourself. You look down at his cock, and you gulp, staring at it a little longer than you should.

"Okay, I get the brown-haired one, you get the blonde one," Ingrid whispers, startling you.

Your stare finally crosses with the model, and he is highly interested in you. You immediately look away, cheeks heating up, focusing on your canvas. You grab the first brush and paint you find and start painting.

The following two hours feel long for both you and Leon. You must look to draw your model, but if you had glanced three times during that time, it would have been too much. Ingrid, half drunk by now, kept her eyes focused on him every time he passed. You barely moved, his leg brushing lightly against your back.

"I think he likes you," Ingrid whispers, covering her mouth.

"Ingrid, he does not!"

"He keeps passing here, staring at your tits. I think he is getting hard as well."

"Ingrid, he isn't staring at my tits!" You say more loudly than you should. Ingrid slowly turns away, and when you go back to your side, Blonde's cock is literally inches away from your face. You don't move, paralyzed, analyzing from the corner of your eyes. He has some pubic hair in there, not entirely shaved (which gave him more charm). You watch as it suddenly twitches in your line of vision, making you lick your lips.

You hear a low clearing of the throat, and you look up, a very intense blue eyes staring at you right back. With your cheek heating up, you lock in his gaze, wondering what would happen if you shove his cock down your mouth.

"And class is up! Let's see what you did, people!" The teacher announces, waking you and the model for your trance.

He quickly moves away from you as you stare at your horrible paint, half of what was supposed to be a human body done in there. Ingrid's paint looks much better.

"Hey, yours look good!"

"You can focus more when you aren't flirting with your model!"

"I was NOT flirting!"

-x-

Leon slams the locker door open, frustrated. It is far away from Raccoon City, Chris said, you will be fine, he said. And yes, Leon would have been fine if he didn't find himself in front of the woman who had been pestering his mind for the last couple of months. Leon had lost count of how many times he fapped for you, your boobs on his mouth, your tits around his cock, as you took him in your mouth, your boobs bouncing as you rode him.

"...bathroom? Oh, shit, I am so sorry!"

Of course, it had to be you, lost on your way to the bathroom and entering the model's locker room instead. Blonde has his back turned against the door. You can't see his face, but you notice as he quickly grabs the mask before him in the locker. Your eyes start going down to his jeans pants and the line of his underwear. Neither you nor he move until you mutter, embarrassed.

"I am really, really sorry."

"I don't think it was an accident. You came here looking for something, didn't you?" Leon tries to mask his voice, going deeper. Inside, he is freaking out. What if you run away screaming, pervert? He is a cop, for Christ's sake! He has stopped you in traffic before, this would be so unethical in levels he didn't even know of.

You stay quiet until Leon hears the door closing and being locked. He turns around, and you look timid by the door, looking anywhere but him, rubbing the front of your dress with your hands.

"Come here. Sit." Leon says, pointing to the bench in front of him. Leon is thankful you don't look up as you sit. You would notice his nervousness, even through the mask, his hands shaking.

He first looks at your cleavage, a tiny part of your green bra poking. Leon wants to touch and grope them, feel them against his hands, but he holds himself back. Leon gently grabs your chin to look at him.

"I saw the way you looked at me in that class. I know you want me, don't you?" You nod, forgetting about Ingrid outside or that you could get in trouble for this. Leon opens a smile, but you can't see it. "Then come on. Open your mouth. "

Leon doesn't have to say twice. You open the button of his jeans, pulling down his underwear with your shaky hands, causing it to fall altogether. He is hard already, leaking. You waste no time shoving down your mouth.

"Shit. Fuck. Li-like that," Leon groans. Not even in his wildest dreams he thought he would have your pretty lips around his cock. And it feels much better than he imagined in any of his fantasies.

You start to move your head down Leon's length as you go deep into your throat, and Leon thinks he can't survive much of this. Leon looks down at you, pulling your dress down and your bra up much rougher than he intended to expose your boobs. Surprised, you moan as Leon places his hand on the top of your head, keeping you moving.

Your boobs are finally in his view, and he can't believe it. They are exactly as he remembers. Leon watches you rub your legs against each other when he gropes one of them. He could cum like that.

Leon starts bobbing your head up and down, trying to keep his moan as low as possible. The small locker room is filled with his whimpers, and you know you will never forget about them. He is rough but gentle at the same time, making sure you are not gagging and leaving you space to breathe.

"I am clo-close. So close," Leon stutters, and you think you heard that voice somewhere before. "I want to cum all over your boobs."

You nod, your wetness asking for your attention, but focusing on Leon for now. When Leon thinks he is close, he pulls his dick out of his mouth with a plop, and Leon releases his cum all over your tits and bra. You watch, astonished, as the man in front of cums, moaning loud. The only thing you can properly see is his blue eyes rolling, making sure he covers your boobs with his cum.

When he is done, he looks down at you, his breath noisy against the mask. Leon's breath hitches when he sees your index finger pass on top of his cum and take it to your lips, licking it clean.

Oh, you wanted to kill him.

With a sudden shot of lust into his blood veins, he lifts you up and makes you turn around. On all fours for him, legs spread apart, your hands support themselves in the walls before you. You are soaked, Leon notices, soaked because of him. When Leon places a warm hand against your ass, a sudden knock on the door makes you both jump.

"Hey? Is someone here still?" The voice of the manager of the place sounds curious by the door.

Silence.

You hear the insistent knock, looking at Leon over your shoulder. He lifts his hand up, motioning for you to stay silent.

"Still here," Leon answers.

"Going to lock the building in less than ten minutes, man! Hurry up!"

"I will be out soon!" Leon answers.

The steps start going away, and you suddenly remember Ingrid. Has she even left? With all strength in the world, you straighten up, your hands going to your bag. There were at least three missing calls from her and five text messages wondering where you are. Decided, you start organizing yourself, not even looking at the man before you. You look around for a towel or anything you can clean yourself, and Leon offers you one.

"Thanks." You clean your boobs, deciding what to do about your bra. With a sudden decision, and to make you remind you of him, you take it off, placing it on his hand. You smirk as he stares at you. "So, you can remember tonight. Remember me."

You pull your dress up, and Leon watches as your nipples hard against the fabric. He doesn't want you to go, he wants to touch you more, but Leon occupies himself, pullings his underwear and jeans up. You two stare at each other for a moment before you nod.

"Well. It was nice, mhm fun."

Say something, Leon. Say anything. Don't let her go like that. Leon doesn't say anything, simply watching you leave, a little disappointed, the door closing behind you with a click.

Leon throws the mask away, finally giving a good breath. His forehead is sweaty, and he could barely breathe on that thing. The back against the cold locker calms him. Leon finishes organizing himself, feeling a little sad you didn't recognize him from before. How would he be if he was wearing a mask? Leon didn't want to be recognized. Leon shakes his head, ignoring the sad feelings on his chest. He let himself go too far.

It is time to forget you.

-x-

Ingrid is sitting down by the parking lot alone. You apologize a hundred times, and she is furious, thinking you got killed or kidnapped before she calls the rideshare app. You promise you will pay her back when you see a motorcycle coming out at the side of the building.

The man wears a dark helmet, and you just know by the clothes that this is the model you gave a blowjob. He seems to stop, watching you two alone in the parking lot, his leg on the ground. Again, that familiar feeling is in your chest. He seems to be waiting on something, his stare focused on you and Ingrid. Like he is keeping an eye on you and Ingrid, all alone in that parking lot, late at night.

"Come on, it is here! No more letting you out of my sight tonight!" Ingrid grabs you by the arm. You shot one last look at him before getting into the car.

With a sudden realization and the motorcycle passing fast in the opposite direction, you remember why you felt so familiar: the model had the exact eyes of Officer Leon Kennedy.

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kennedybaby · 11 months

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being chris and claire’s youngest sister who always turns to older leon for some comfort everytime she had a fight with her bf!!!! ヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝts is just a silly little drabble. . .

Word count: 1.385k / Warning: age gap, cheating, unprotected sex.

your girlfriend wants to be my girlfriend, she be calling me, telling me ‘bout you.

It’s wrong, hell, you know how wrong it is to run to your brother’s friend for comfort every time you had a heated argument with your boyfriend. You can’t help it, Leon just provided the right amount of attention at the right time to you. All you needed to do is whine into your cellphone, sniffing and wiping your hot tears as you pour your heart out about how your boyfriend and you got into a fight again to Leon and he’s quick to get on his motorcycle, revving his engine up and going straight to your home. You know it’s bad, if either Chris or Claire founds out you were fooling with their friend behind their backs, they would probably lecture you and make sure to create distance between you and Leon. Not only that, but if your boyfriend were to find out you’ve been letting Leon pound you raw every other night when you’re not staying at his place, he would be beyond livid.

But all those worries and guilt were thrown straight out of the window the second Leon have his head between your soft thighs, warm tongue lapping on your clit as his hands keep your thighs apart. The slick, squelching sound of his lips sucking onto your bundles of nerves while his thick fingers pump in and out of your pussy brings nothing but pure bliss into your head, easing your stress as your fingers intertwined with his dark, brown locks. Leaning your head back to your pillow, you can feel the dark stubble on his cheeks brushing against your inner thighs, the red marks of his fingers digging deep into the cush of your thighs was evident as he dragged a long stripe on your slit and up to circled your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“What’s this time?” Leon asked, the way he asked it was evident how this wasn’t the first time you hit him up in the darkest hour to come and comfort you. Not that he would complain, he’d do anything to bury his cock inside of you, a pretty, clueless girl half his age. But Leon knows the cluelessness you cling to was nothing but an act you like to put on for him and only for him. You know how wrong it is, to be cheating and could possibly ruin the friendship between him and your siblings— but you didn’t care.

And, neither does Leon.

“He's bein’ mean,” You breathed out, a small pout forming on your swollen, red-tinted lips as you looked up at him with dewy eyes. “He’s just not you, Leon,” Leon smirked at your words, planting a soft kiss on your clit and pulling his slick-coated digits out of your warm hole before he stands up from his knees to unbuckled his belts. “Of course, he isn’t, baby.” He chuckled softly, the sound of his leather belt and pants falling to the carpeted floor with a soft thud could be heard before he shifted his position, placing himself between your legs as his hands dips lower to grasp your waist. “You probably think of me when he’s fucking you, don’t you?” It drives you insane each time his voice drops an octave, lightly growling into your ear as you bit your lower lip back, bashfully nodding your head to his question.

“Fucking whore,” You couldn’t bring yourself to care only caring the way your needy cunt clenching around nothing each time he degrades you. “I’m your slut.” His smile widened before Leon lined his cock into your entrance, tapping on your sensitive clit with the tip of his shaft before he buried his cock into your small cunt. “Damn right, you are.” He hissed, a sharp breath emitted past his lips as the sensation of your velvety walls wrapped snugly around him, grazing against the prominent vein on the side of his cock with every thrust.

Leon enjoyed the risk as much as you. He probably enjoyed it much more than you, and to be honest, there’s nothing Leon anticipated your calls like a depraved man. For as long as you and him have been doing this, you have been calling him every two weeks in a consistent pattern. The longest you have not called him was a month before you hit him up again, asking him if he can come over to your house because your boyfriend was being a headache again. And he never once declined your offer, the second he sees your name displayed on the screen of his cellphone, he had already grabbed his key and stepped out of his front door.

It drives him insane and occasionally, he’d prayed your boyfriend fucked up big time so he can finally fill the spot as your boyfriend whether Claire or Chris likes it or not. Not that he cared, Leon wasn’t the type to give up things that easily and he surely isn’t giving you up sooner or later.

The sequence of shared moans and groans filled every corner of your room, accompanied by the sound of yours and his skin slapping against each other. You swallowed thickly each time he plays with your clit and your hardened nipple with his fingers, making sure your other tit isn’t left out as he invites the bud into his mouth before swirling his tongue around it. “W-want more,” You whined, your voice pitching slightly as you weakly kisses his jawline. Your arms around his neck bring him closer to your body. A gasp left your lips when he snapped his hips harder, thrusting rougher into you as your eyes shoots wide. “Fuck!” You cursed, back arching into his body as you practically let him use you like nothing but a dolled-up fleshlight. “You’re such a, shit, slut, you know that right? Begging me to come over so you can forget your boyfriend.”

“You’re my b-boyfriend now,” Your words were slurred, if he wasn’t so close to you, he would’ve assumed what you had just said was gibberish. Leon can’t help but laughed at you, burying his cock deeper into the warmth of your pussy as he lets out a shaky breath. His sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder, hips jerking back and forth as he feels your body shudder every time he’s balls deep inside of you.

Leon fucking loves this risqué escapade the two of you created.

“Oh yeah? What does that make you, baby?” He coos into your ear, the pace of his thrusts gradually growing harder and rougher as each minute passed, leaving you breathless and squirmish under the older man. “Your girlfriend!” You screamed, eyes tightly shut as your freshly-manicured nails digs into the flesh of his shoulder blades. The wooden bedframe rapidly slammed against your wall, creaking under the weight of the two of you. The overwhelming pleasure creates a knot deep below your stomach, threatening to break each time Leon abused your sweet spots to their limits. He knows you’re close to cumming, your eyes losing focus on his face, your cunt clinging to him for its dear life and your breathing grow ragged.

“Gonna cum, L-Leon.” You managed to speak between your hiccups and moans, looking back into his eyes as he hungrily pulled you into a sloppy kiss. “I'm finishing inside, okay princess?” He smiled once you nodded, his thrust going sloppier before the two of you eventually come undone, breath hitching as you hold onto Leon tighter. You can feel his cock shooting his warm cum deep inside of your pussy, stuffing you full before he pulled out to salivate over the sight of his cum overflowing out of your abused hole, dripping down to your ass as lay there, breathless and splayed open for him to admire you.

His work of art.

The sound of your phone blaring your ringtone caught the two of your attention. Leon walked over to your table, grabbing the cell phone before he smirked upon seeing the name of your boyfriend displayed on your screen. “Wouldn’t want to make your boyfriend wait now, would you?”

how you ain’t hitting it like you ’posed to hit it. you slipping, i think it’s time i slip in, dog.

have thoughts abt re men or cod men? send it to my way! (im begging, i literally have the nastiest thoughts for these men) (ﾟ⁠οﾟ⁠人⁠)⁠) no proofread on this one, we going raw like leon. (but pls ignore if theres any grammatical error, im begging u)

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comatosebunny09 · 8 months

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safe haven | leon k.

genre(s): romance, erotica warning(s): female reader, established relationship, explicit language, fingering, p in v, bodily fluids, unprotected sex, womb fcking, mating press, pet names, size kink, choking, stream of consciousness summary: he’s missed this; missed you. gone weeks without the suppleness of your body and your earthy scent filling his head. so, of course he’ll take advantage of this moment—tucked away from the dangers of the world—to hold you. kiss you. love you. exalt you. now playing: what was i made for? - billie eilish notes: rewatching that one scene from (500) days of summer put me in a mood. i hope you enjoy, lovelies. thank you so much for reading!

It’s in the way he slowly backs you against the front door, the two of you veiled by the serene glow and stillness of your entryway.

The background noises of your neighborhood fade into a dull murmur. And only the two of you exist in this world of static, pheromones, and unspoken affections.

He perches his hands on your hips. Pulls back a little to survey your eyes and lips—a silent request to kiss you. His gaze swims with emotions beneath furled lashes, though the most prominent at this moment is longing.

You nod without really thinking, trapped beneath the spell the evening’s cast and the idle stir of his irises, gathering his cheeks into your hands like he’s glass that will shatter if not handled with care. And his brows furrow slightly as he nuzzles into your palm.

You’re his vice. His kryptonite. He’s missed the touch of your hands more than you can comprehend.

He towers over you, making you feel so very tiny yet so very safe, swaddled in the warmth and strength he emits. And he pans in until your noses and lips graze, and his breath fans across your already feverish skin. He kisses your goofy, tipsy smile away. Lips write something sluggish and cautious, making way for soft giggles and little huffs of affection.

The kiss soon evolves into something more voracious with each sticky grind of your lips, with each swipe of his tongue. His hand finds your jaw, a thumb tugging at your bottom lip, angling your head back ever so slightly so he can push his tongue further inside.

He bunches up your dress with his other hand to feel the supple skin of your hip skating along the pads of his fingers. And he presses a little more into you, squishing your warm breasts against the hard planes of his chest. Not enough to crush you, but enough to remind you that he is here and this is very much real.

You wind your arms around his neck. Trade your giggles for soft pants of his name as he nips your bottom lip and chin. Burns a trail down to your neck, kissing along the outskirts of your jaw. Groans something throaty. So low, you have to strain your ears to hear it, though the sound of it makes your stomach prickle with pins and needles.

He has your thighs clutched in his hands now. Squeezes, firm and wanton, thumbs cruising along the crease of your hips. Didn’t wear panties. Naughty, naughty little thing, you.

Leon huffs a sound against your carotid, drawing your waist closer to his until the ridge of his slacks acquaints itself with your inner thigh, and you both groan at the deliciousness of such contact.

He’s hard. Painfully so. Of course, he is. He’s missed this; missed you. Gone weeks without the suppleness of your body and your delicate scent turning his head to smog. His reconnaissance mission took longer than expected. Swept him away to remote parts of the world, far from the safety of your embrace. So, of course, he’ll take advantage of this moment—tucked away from the world’s dangers—to hold you. Kiss you. Love you. Exalt you.

He couldn’t keep his hands off you at dinner. Always had to have your thigh cratering between his fingers under the table as you exchanged laughter and banter with your friends. And once you were filled with steak, wine, and mirth, he shepherded you to the car. Promised the best of things into the crown of your head as he squeezed your ass and ushered you into the passenger seat.

And now, this is Leon, puffing hot air into the space between your open mouths. Rutting his hips against yours, chasing those little sparks of heat in his abdomen. Loving how your lips part with whimpers and how you tug on the hair at his nape, quietly begging him for more. More friction, more skin. God, he can’t stand it.

“Up,” he murmurs into your mouth. Cups your ass in one hand, peeling you away from the door. And how quickly you obey, hopping up to twine your legs around his waist, hands roosting on his shoulders for support. He hoists you up like you weigh nothing, spinning ’round to walk you deeper into your home. And his effortless display of strength makes your body thrum with desire.

He manages the feat of kissing you senselessly whilst carrying you up the stairs to your bedroom. And you can’t get enough of him, taking fistfuls of his hair between your fingers as you pepper his chin and jaw with rose-red kisses, and he nudges the door open with his foot.

It’s cold inside. The only light is that of the moon filtering in through the slits of your blinds. And the sheets are a crisp contrast to your inflamed skin as he tenderly lays you amongst them, mouth fastened to yours like you’re his only source of oxygen.

You let out a little whimper at the loss of his body heat when he peels away to undo his shirt. Yet you watch, perched on your elbows, with hooded eyes and your lip pinched between your teeth as he unfastens his belt and slacks. The wispy shadow of his happy trail peaks from the waistband of his briefs, making your throat thicken.

You welcome his weight when he crawls back over you. Kisses you into the plush pillows, his hands languid and exploratory on your breasts. Pinching your nipples, pebbling beneath the frailty of your dress. Weighing your tits in his palms, humming his approval into your mouth. And when you’re keening and shuddering from the artfulness of his fingers, he smiles against your lips. Palms continue scorching downwards, taking hold of your waist and coaxing your thighs apart, your dress gathering at your belly button.

He’s massive. All muscle and skin stretched taut as your fingers creep over whatever skin you can reach from your vantage point. And, goddammit, he feels good. Twitching against your thigh, sweltering and heavy, and the thought of him has you throbbing. And his zipper grazes the space between your outer labia and thigh, and fucking hell, you need him.

He heeds your silent demand. Palms the warmth of your muff when your eyes beg him to, and you arch so pretty for him. Sigh his name like a hymnal, clawing at his deltoids. He mouths your exposed throat, massaging your pussy with a thick palm, pressing two fingers to the seam of it. And how wet you are, dribbling onto his hand, squelching lewdly, keening, begging.

He looks at you with his lips curled around a coo. Around an oh, because you’re so fucking cute. Reduced to a mess of writhing limbs and obscenities, and fuck, he wants to taste you. Can’t wait much longer, having suffered enough time without feeling the hot suction of your pussy around him.

You whine when he draws his hand back. Suck in a breath when the arctic air touches your cunt. And he’s seated on his haunches, tugging his pants and underwear down just enough until his dick springs free. Bounces against his stomach, weeping sticky beads of pre-spend onto your belly. And you’re staring, drooling, and he chuckles something abrasive into the stillness of the room.

Your pussy clenches as he strokes himself. His mushroomed tip wet and sticky, continuously swallowed up by the bulk of his hand. The hardened pad of his thumb sifts through your plump labia in search of your clit while he handles himself. And he presses down, running a slow, meticulous circle around your pretty nub until you claw at the sheets and gasp.

“You should see yourself, sweetheart,” he rasps. Watches you through curtained lashes, eyes gleaming something blue and feral in the moonlight. Lips parted, hair mussed, and cheeks speckled pink. He wants to devour you. You’re the lamb laid to slaughter and fuck. It’s taking all of him not to spear you on his cock here and now. Not without prepping you first, though.

He tests your opening when you’re swollen, pulsating, and leaking a pretty, pearlescent strand of lubricant onto the sheets. Teases a finger inside, pushing your slick back into you with a vulgar squelch, groaning at how hot you feel. How hungrily you suck him in, and he scissors you nice and open with another finger added to the fray. Fucks you knuckle deep, stroking those sensitive nerve endings to life until you beg him so sweetly to “fuck me fuck me fuck me, Leon, please!”

He’s never been one to keep his pretty baby waiting. Lifts your hips to shimmy a pillow beneath. Fists his cock with fingers slick from your essence. Takes hold of your calves, pushing your knees up to your breasts, resting the crease of your knees into the crooks of his arms. And the wet, viscous grind of his cock against the slit of your pussy draws pleasured growls from each of your throats.

He opts for a few leisured rolls of his hips before feeding his cock into you. And you feel complete. Warm and tingling and your cunt releases the most obscene sigh when he’s fully seated, the bulbous head kissing your womb. His hips stutter. Still. You’re so very tight. Feel like home, and his arms shake to keep himself upright. He looks down at you, searching your eyes for any sign of disapproval. Offers you an out. But the way you wiggle your hips and imprint little waning moons into the skin of his biceps tells him all he needs to know.

His pelvis builds a steady tempo from here on. Sets a pace that’s both maddeningly slow and too much and you’re squeezing so wonderfully for him, drawing him in impossibly deeper. Slurring your words, tongue lolling about in your mouth.

Pleasure mounts with each stroke. Your clit, swollen and sticky, bumps against Leon’s abdomen, and his balls knock against the cleft of your ass. He watches where your bodies join with such reverence, mouth open and lips shining. And he won’t last much longer if you keep moaning like that and if your hips keep lurching to meet his, and fuck fuck fuck.

He takes to thumbing your clit again when he feels the pleasure mushroom in his stomach. Manacles your neck with his free hand, squeezing until your pulse thrums into the clench of it.

He won’t do this alone. Wants you to cum with, if not before, him. He’s missed you entirely too much. And the carnal urge to feel you clenching and gushing around him has his pelvis moving purely on instinct.

He releases your neck, bowing forward, curling into you until you’re folded in half. Mouth hot in the junction of your shoulder, and he nips at the saturated flesh as his thrusts grow more erratic. You’re reduced to choked sobs and slapping skin, clinging to him for dear life as he batters against your cervix. And his movements are suddenly choppy, and he’s sighing hot and wet into your ear. And you feel so fucking incredible, and—

You’re seeing stars before you know it. A milky explosion across an inky sky that’s blinding and searing hot. Your breath sits heavy in your throat, eyes screwed shut, toes curling. The contractions of your pussy pull Leon into the void with you, and he coats your insides a gooey white. The gritty noise pushing through his teeth has your cunt spasming with another wave of euphoria.

He anchors you to the mattress with the weight of him when he falls back to Earth. Breathes deep through his nostrils, his heart wild behind his ribs. Your hands skim over the muscles of his back, soothing in their ministrations. You sigh as he litters your shoulder with kisses as if to apologize for his abrasiveness. Makes a motion to unsheathe from the warmth of your cunt when he’s gotten a hold of himself. But the hook of your heels into his back advises him against it.

“Stay,” you rasp when he looks at you with questioning brows and exhaustion leaking into his visage.

Of course, he’ll stay. Nestled deep where he feels most at home, safe in the circle of your arms. He obeys, melting against you, arms wrapped snuggly around your middle. Lulled into a dreamless sleep by the gentle patter of your heart and fingers stroking lovingly through his hair.

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drabblesandimagines · 6 months

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Bliss

Leon Kennedy x afab reader When I am on my period, you get period fluff

You wince as your stomach twists, jab the mascara wand into your eye rather than coat your lashes and swear, gripping the bathroom counter with your other hand.

“Great.” You hiss, closing your eye and grabbing a wet wipe, trying to salvage what you’d applied to your bottom lashes as your eye starts to water. The box of so-called express pain relief pills you’d downed greedily 30 minutes ago taunts you from the counter. They had barely touched the surface of the tormenting cramps that had started this afternoon and you wonder if you can sue the pharmaceutical company for such blatant lies.

You try and steady yourself with measured breaths, opening your eye cautiously to inspect it in the mirror. It looks a little red and you groan. You’re bloated, sore, stupidly emotional – irrationally cried at the fact that a spam email had made its way into your actual inbox at lunch - and the last thing you want to be doing right now is getting dolled up in one your classiest and form-fitting little black dresses, don high heels and socialize for the evening, no matter how much you’d been looking forward to it ahead of your visitor.

And not to mention that it’s at the bloody White House.

Leon had returned from Spain two months ago to silent fanfare - wouldn’t be good for US morale to know the President’s daughter had been kidnapped by a cult and infected with a parasite in the first place. Working as an intelligence agent for the DSO meant you’d read of the horrors from the report, comforted Leon when he awoke from nightmares of blackened veins, tentacles bursting forth from skulls, so you’re grateful that the President insisted Leon was given some time off work, though his first day back was looming on the horizon. Last week, on embossed white card with gold accents, sealed by a wax stamp came the invitation in a cursive hand to one Mr Leon S Kennedy and partner to the Presidential dining room.

There’s a knock on the bathroom door in Leon’s familiar rhythm.

“You nearly ready, sweetheart? I think the car will be here soon.”

“Sorry. Yeah,” you call back, “Final touches.” You turn back to the mirror and grab the mascara wand, cautiously covering your top lashes to even things out before frowning at your complexion. Are you breaking out too? A wave of pain rolls through your stomach once more and you grimace. Maybe you should’ve gone with a heat pad after all, but this dress is snug - it’d look bulky and weird on your stomach and the Secret Service guys will be all over it in the security checks.

You zhuzh up your hair one more time, plaster on a smile and unlock the bathroom door, finding Leon leaning up against the wall opposite. He lets out a low whistle as you emerge, hair falling into his blue eyes, and you duck your head in embarrassment at the attention. Honestly, right now you’d prefer him to look anywhere but at you.

“Hello, beautiful,” he smiles, looking unbelievably handsome in his best suit. He’s forgone the tie as usual – can’t stand them – but still looks appropriately smart. He stands up from the wall, slips a hand around your waist to pull you in for a kiss but you flinch at his touch, causing him to stop and frown. “You okay?”

“Mm, I’m fine.” You try and step out of his grip to head towards the stairs. “We should go keep an eye out for the car.”

His arm remains firmly in place. “You’re a bad liar.”

“I’m a great liar,” you retort. “Comes with the profession.” Your whole job depended on it, really – gathering intelligence was a lot of charming people into feeling comfortable around you, loosening their tongue into sharing secrets or giving you access to places you’re not meant to be.

“Not to me.” He’s got you there. “What’s the matter?”

You sigh, feeling a headache coming on to add to the list of ailments. “Can we leave it, please?”

“I don’t want to leave it – something’s wrong.” Leon is stubborn, doesn’t like to leave things hanging. He knows how precious life is, doesn’t want to leave anything to be dealt with later in case later never comes.

He stares at you - pout on his lips and those blue puppy dog eyes.

“Period.” You mumble, hoping that would suffice.

“Ah.” He nods.

“What does that mean?” You know it’s the hormones talking, even as you say it, but you’re stubborn too. It’s completely irrational, but his tone’s rubbed you the wrong way.

“It’s a sympathetic ah. Anything I can do to help?”

“No,” you grumble back. “I just want this evening over with.”

He looks confused, then. “I thought you were looking forward to it - you were excited yesterday-”

“I was,” you snap back. “But now the last thing I want to be doing is wearing this stupid tight dress and heels and get in a limo, be felt up by Secret Service agents for five minutes to make sure I’m not sneaking in a bomb between my thighs, and then go and dine with the President of the United States and his daughter, trying to remember what seven different types of silverware are meant for what course and then eating tiny bites and drinking bitter expensive wine, all when I could be at home, in my pyjamas, eating pizza and ice-cream and watching absolute trash on TV, cuddling my boyfriend.”

“Okay.” Leon cups your face. “Breathe.”

You take a deep breath, feeling a little winded from your rant.

“Good.” He smiles, dropping his hands and pulling his phone out of his trousers pocket. “Now, go get changed.”

You weren’t expecting that. “Sorry?”

“Get changed – go put your pyjamas on.”

“But dinner-”

“I’ll cancel, and then I’ll order us some pizza.”

You stare at him as if he’s lost his mind. “You can’t cancel on the President.”

“I rescued his daughter, he owes me.” Leon shrugs, as if he was just asking for a raincheck. “Besides, it’s Ashley who wanted this the most. We’ll reschedule.”

“No, I just need to tough it out.”

He raises an eyebrow at your word choice. “You do not.”

“You do it all the time – dragging yourself about the place with bullet and stab wounds.”

“Sweetheart, you have to agree that’s a little different. Us having dinner at the White House is not a life or death situation. I didn’t have a choice but to grit my teeth and get on with it, you very much do.” He grabs your hand, squeezing it tight. “Besides, you put up with enough that’s out of our control by these guys – missed anniversaries, birthdays, dinners - when they send me out on missions. I’m not going to sit and make you go through an uncomfortable evening when you don’t need or want to.”

“Are you sure?” You ask, quietly.

“Positive.” He steps forwards, gives you a chaste kiss on the lips in reassurance. “Go and get comfortable – I’ll handle it.”

30 minutes later, you’re laying on the couch, head in Leon’s lap as he runs his fingers through your hair, another rubbing your back – dressed in loose pyjama shorts and one of his old sweatshirts, a hot water bottle that he’d made pressed against your stomach and one of those “so bad it’s good” reality relationship shows playing on the widescreen. One that Leon insists he detests, but remembers everyone’s names and asks what happened on previous episodes if he misses one.

“Was Ashley okay?”

“Fine. She’s already texted me three alternate dates.” He pauses, raising an eyebrow at the screen. “I thought they broke up.”

“Uh-uh. He proposed.”

He scoffs in disbelief. “This cannot be real.”

You sigh, content, and nuzzle into his thigh. “Love you.”

“Love you more.”

The doorbell rings, announcing the pizza’s arrival. You reluctantly sit up, pressing the hot water bottle to your stomach as Leon gets up off the sofa and starts to head towards the door.

“Leon.”

“Mm?” He pauses, turning slightly, removing his wallet from his jacket pocket.

“How come you’re still in your suit?”

“Well,” he resumes walking to the door, “I read how endorphins can help with period pain, and I know how happy a certain someone gets when they get to admire my ass in this particular suit…” The wallet slips from his fingers, bounces on the carpeted floor, and he bends down, slowly. “..so what kinda boyfriend would I be to hide it in sweats when they’re feeling poorly?”

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leonslutkennedeeznuts · 7 months

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You've been bad. Sugar daddy Leon knows the perfect way to punish you. (AO3)

It had been a month or so since you’d started this arrangement with Leon. He was recently divorced and just wanted something fun with no strings attached. You were tired of working a shitty part time job and still not making ends meet.

You both got what you wanted out of it. Mutually beneficial, he’d called it. Money was deposited into your bank account every month, you went out for dinners, drinks, you’d even accompanied him on a business trip a time or two since he rarely took vacations.

What you thought would be an awkward, unfulfilling experience turned out to be the best sex of your life. Leon was very keen on learning your body, making you desperately beg for more, loving how vocal and verbal you were. You never faked it with him, you never had to.

Tonight was a little different. He’d been stuck in business meetings all day. You had been so horny and impatient, using a toy to occupy your aching pussy until he was able to come back to you. You hadn’t meant to cum so hard and fall asleep with the vibrator next to you for Leon to find.

“Please, Daddy,” you begged pathetically. You had been bad- Leon had a rule that you weren’t allowed to touch yourself when he wasn’t around. “Please, let me cum.”

Your pitiful moans and whimpers went unnoticed. Leon would stop sucking your clit or fingering your pussy when he knew you were close. You knew he was throbbing and leaking with precum, edging himself as well. You wanted to suck him dry, squeeze his dick and cum all over it but you had to earn that. Be a good girl.

“Do you think you deserve to cum again,” he taunted you, lips slick with your juices. “Is your toy better than my tongue,” he’d teased, “my cock?”

Before you could answer, his mouth was back on you sucking your clit so hard that your bound wrists were pulling against the restraints painfully. You felt like you were dying and going to Heaven only to be pulled back down to reality when he inevitably stopped, toying with your clit with his fingers as you tried to lean into his touch.

“Leon,” you cried out.

He gripped your thighs and even nipped your clit with his teeth making you hiss. “Such a naughty girl, playing with my pussy all day,” he admonished, his stubble chafing your thighs almost painfully. “Whatever should I do with you?”

You tried to close your legs to no avail. The worst part was that Leon had you blindfolded as well so you couldn’t even see the determined look on his face as he punished you like this. His unrelenting tongue and fingers making you jerk and arch into his touch.

“Should I let you cum, baby?”

You knew that he wouldn’t.

“Have you finally learned your lesson?”

“Yes, yes, Daddy, I’m sorry,” you choked out, your voice almost cracking as you felt three fingers inside you now. “Make me cum, wanna taste you- fuck!”

Finally satisfied, Leon removed your blindfold. He had such a smug look on his face, licking your slick off his mouth and sucking it off his fingers. You needed him inside you, your cunt or your mouth.

Leon straddled your chest, his cock so hard that it looked painful. His hands in your hair, he brought your face to the tip, staring down at you expectantly. You opened your mouth obediently, feeling the weight of him on your tongue. Your pussy ached around nothing as Leon slowly slid inside you until his balls met your chin.

“Good girl, take it all.”

You were his good girl, you’d prove it to him. Tears ran down your face now as you tried to not gag around his cock. He was long, thick and throbbing, the taste of him making you moan.

Leon slowly pulled out before deciding to fuck your face, rough and hard with no warning. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted almost losing his composure. The only thing better than this was your tight, little pussy but the visual of you so helpless and eager to swallow his cum was close enough.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” He pulled out and slapped his dick against your lips, awaiting your answer.

“Yes, Daddy, I love it so much.” You leaned closer to take him back in but he pulled back. “Please, I’ve been so good.” Your tongue traveled down to lick and suck at his balls, eagerly wanting to taste his cum to prove how good you were.

Leon gripped your hair a little harder, contemplating if he wanted to cum down your throat or inside your soaked pussy, to have you gag on his cock or to fill you up to the brim until you screamed.

You looked so pitiful and used up beneath him. The thought of that toy fucking you and feeling your pussy clench around it pissed him off all over again. Your pussy was his to use, with or without toys, his tongue or his cock.

A lesson you had to learn tonight.

“Do you deserve my cum in your mouth,” he pondered aloud. “Should I just breed you deep and hard?” Before you could answer he was fucking your face again, balls smacking against your chin.

You took every inch of him over and over, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tried to suppress your gag reflex. Leon was grunting and moaning, holding your head steady with both hands. He was such a good daddy to you, letting you be his good girl.

"Fuck, you're gonna take it, baby, all of my cum," he demanded as you moaned around him.

With a particularly hard thrust, Leon finally came down your throat, his grunts and moans making you cum around nothing. You didn’t waste a drop, breathing expertly out of your nose as he pumped your mouth full of his cum. You swallowed it all, desperately, thankfully.

“Shit, baby, did you cum from that?”

You nodded as he watched you try and fail to lick at him, pulling against your leather restraints to no avail, still wanting more.

“Mmm, I guess you’ve been good enough,” he admitted arrogantly.

You felt the restraints loosen until your wrists were free. Finally you could touch him. Grateful, you immediately caressed him all over from his ass, his thighs, balls, cock and abs.

You were always in awe of how muscular and toned Leon was, especially for his age. Dating and fucking a much older man was never something you were into until you met him, the money was a bonus. His stamina and generosity were unmatched. You were completely his- his good girl.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeated softly.

Leon smiled down at you before giving you a messy, passionate kiss.

“I know, baby.”

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Rookies First Time - Part 3 (finale)

Link to previous parts: Part One | Part Two

Pairing: rookie (re2) Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Summary: Leon has gone and left the reader feeling alone, no more late nights and flirting while training; left with the mundane work life and Krauser — leaving her to make a plan of getting fired to reunite with Leon

Word Count: 6k

Disclaimer: If any of the following warnings trigger you or make you feel uncomfortable I advise you scroll away, you are in charge of what content you’re viewing. This work is 18+ only so minors are strongly advised not to interact.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ content, mdni. Female anatomy used for reader as well as she/her pronouns. Uncomfortable flirting (f receiving), non consensual touching, p in v, creampie, blindfolding, doggy style, spanking, f calls m a “good boy” and hair pulling (m receiving).

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Stage Seven: lonely

Helping the other trainees was difficult now; Leon was gone and left you alone with nothing to look forward to, just planning to get out of the job and be back in Leon’s arms. You often thought about him — more than before you started a relationship — but his absence made your yearning grow.

You sat there and took notes for each trainee, writing down a few bullet points to finish up with the session as soon as possible; to give you a sense of comfort you started fiddling with the note that Leon gave you, fidgeting with it and just wanting to get in your car and start driving, not stopping and just find leon — wherever he was now. For all you knew, Leon could have been on his mission right now, but you didn’t want to think about that.

Your only problem now was to get out of the job but also dealing with Krauser. As you sat at the usual table, seeing the trainees go hand to hand with one another, you noticed Krauser looking at you now and again in the corner of your eye; not an ordinary look but a lustful look he had then his eyes gazed upon you with a up and down motion — taking your whole being and form in his peripheral. It felt like his eyes were piercing into your skin, making you feel uncomfortable and wanting to just escape from the situation as soon as possible.

As you watched the trainees you grew weary, as the last group finished you did the usual stand up and critique, getting to the end and disappointed you couldn’t have Leon there to compliment and give a flirtatious wink to. You finished and everyone was dismissed, leaving you to collect your things and make you way, but of course you knew that you weren’t going leave with ease; the routine with Krauser trying to converse with you was always going to happen — your new little routine, but not as fun nor pleasurable as the one you had with Leon.

“Leaving so soon?” he leaned his body on the table you were working at, his piercing eyes darting through you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Yes… You know I must get to my desk, Krauser,” you said with a solem tone, you didn’t give him eye contract and didn’t want to be near anyone in this moment.

“Shame isn’t it… But you know I’m here to make things easier for you?” you rolled your eyes and let out a sigh, “Oh come on darling, don’t you feel lonely?”

“I’m not pathetic enough to be with you.”

Krauser moved closer to you, you held your notebook tightly to your chest, backing up further and further until your back hit the wall. There was no one walking around your area to help, the door couldn’t open without an ID card slide, so an easy and swiftful escape was out of the question. As you were left helpless, Krauser put his hand to the wall, trapping you in and leaving you to feel his warm breath on your neck as he came closer to your face. His hand reaching down to your ass, and leading his fingers to grab you. Tears started to brim in your eyes as you looked away and leaving Krauser to graze his lips along your soft neck.

“Come on darling, you know you love it.”

You tried to push him away, your efforts being futile with his strength being at a higher level than yours. You didn’t give him eye contact, just continuously in efforts to get him off of you. As this continued for a few more minutes — which felt like hours to you — you felt Krauser move to where your hands were pushing him, seeing a disappointed look in his eyes when you finally met his gaze; when looking at him, you were starting to get even more worried with what he was planning to do.

“Fine… Looks like I need to get you more comfortable with me.”

“Just take a hint,” you thought as you looked to the ground, clutching your belongings tight as you cautiously moved to the ID pad to slide your card and let the door open; with every movement Krauser watched you like an animal watched his prey, making you feel nervous at what he was planning in that sinister mind of his. You just wanted this all to end, to have Leon by your side and to never leave him — but that wasn’t going to happen for a while now.

When you sat at your desk, you worked through the little paperwork you had; with Leon gone you were working through it all swiftly with no distractions, letting you go to your living quarters earlier — you had nothing else to do but stay there and watch television or read a book. Audrey was around but she was getting swamped with all the work that was piled on her, so you felt bad to ask her to give you company.

It was getting to the end of the day now, your work pile had depleted a long time ago and you were just pretending to work at this point, looking over at Audrey’s desk and asking her now and again if she needed help — which she would always deny and say she wouldn’t want to bother you with the sweet smile she would always give to you. When your shift was finishing you and Audrey walked back to your rooms together, giggling and talking about that donut and coffee you still owed Audrey after protecting you from Krauser. As you walked closer Audrey’s facial expressions started to change, looking pale in the face as well as worried — she needed to tell you something. Before you stopped at your place, you stopped for a moment to check up on her, and asked her if she was feeling okay, stating that you could take her to the doctor if she was feeling bad.

“I’m okay… Just… I need to tell you something.”

“What’s the matter? Has something happened?” you were worried now, your heart rate quickening.

“Before… Kennedy left,” she kept pausing in her words, “I read the note that was suppose to go to you and… Can I come inside, please?”

You nodded and let her in, looking around to see if anything was around to make her worried — but the hallways were just full of darkness and isolation, no one around and still working at their desks. When you both walked in, you let Audrey get comfortable, giving her a drink and constantly asking her about her wellbeing, giving your best hospitality to her. Sitting next to her and asking what happened.

Audrey took a deep breath after taking a sip of her drink: “I know I shouldn’t have read that note, it was addressed to you and —”

You cut her off for a moment: “Audrey, I don’t care about that, you have nothing to apologise for, just tell me what the note said.”

She went into her bag, finding a note that was crumpled, evident that this was at the bottom of her bag for a bit while you were saying your goodbyes to Leon. She handed it to you and Krauser’s words were placed in your hand. You noticed his shaky handwriting, messy with ink smudges where he took no care, as well as the jagged edges on the paper which looked like he took any scrap he could find. You eyes gazed on the short sentence, it stating: “Come to my place and I’ll make you scream my name”. Your heart fell to your stomach that moment, feeling unsafe but also cringing in the moment when picturing him writing it and thinking it was okay to hand to Audrey to give to you; you were aware of his little ‘crush’ on you, if that was the appropriate way to put it, but you didn’t know this was beginning to be an obsession with you.

Tears started brimming in your eyes, forcing Audrey to put her arm around you, your hands on your face and sinking your head toward your knees as your emotions started to take over; it was all overwhelming for you, too much to go through.

“Y/N, I’m here for you, I’ll protect you… I can put a complaint in.”

“What the point? They never listen to me, they wouldn’t want to lose Krauser and would prefer him.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” you looked at Audrey with confusion, “If a letter of complaint goes toward him they’ll pick him, letting you be free and go back to Kennedy.”

That was it.

“Yeah,” a smile crept on your face as you wiped the tears away from your eyes, “I can finally get out of this place if I do that.”

You thanked Audrey, discussing your plans and finally having a genuine smile after Leon’s absence. You would finally be able to see him again.

As you and Audrey discussed your plans, it was getting late and both of you started yawning, altering that it was time to wrap up the conversation. You said your goodbyes and when you locked the door you started to clean up your area, then finishing up your night routine.

You took your work clothes off, finally happy to take the high heels and bra off, stepping into the shower. As the warm water trickled down you, you started to think about what Leon was doing, if he still missed you and if he was awaiting your arrival to his new apartment. It made you smile to think of that handsome face, his lovely personality — among other things — and wondered what would happen when you finally saw him again.

Sitting at your sofa, you put the television on while you did you skin routine, laughing now and again at the cheesy jokes and trying to enjoy the moments you were having to yourself; your whole life couldn’t be doom and gloom about missing Leon. Enjoying the moment.

But you noticed a sound, near your door, a thud that sounded like something fell near your door. You lowered the volume of the television and grabbed a cardigan to cover yourself up, you weren’t planning on opening the door with just a towel so you looked through the peep hole. You couldn’t see anything; the hallway was dark and no one was going to turn the light on at this time of night. Your door was locked and you weren’t worried about anyone coming in, but hearing the sounds and trying to make out the dark figure there was only one person it could be — Krauser.

You didn’t care much since this could be added to the list of complaint, even if you knew it was your reality the superiors wouldn’t believe it and choose Krauser’s stay over yours. To be safe you moved your coffee table in front of the door, putting a glass on the door handle to wake you up if anything happened. You then stayed in your bed and waited for sleep to take over you while you closed your eyes and thought about Leon.

Leon wasn’t taking to this new adjustment well; he was trapped in a new atmosphere, awaiting for further intel on the mission and he wasn’t sure what was happening — stuck in limbo. He thought of you — often — the thoughts would keep his sanity and make him forget about how life was boring and monotonous in this given moment. He missed your touch, the way you taught him everything and the way your name and presence was an ever fixed mark on his memory and heart. Waiting for you to come to his apartment was eating him up, begging any higher power for you to just get in a car and finally be in his arms again. He fantasied about your reactions if he asked you to move in, what it would be like to have fun with you in his bedroom, but also the little things like making dinner and cuddling while watching movies.

He needed to distract himself from the constant reminder of you, moving to his desk and looking through the files for the current mission; the mission that was ambiguous to when he was needed. While flipping through the little information he had, he knew it was futile to try and not think about you. He looked up at the picture he had on his pin board — the picture he got from board in the hallway that told the trainees which people would be of help — you didn’t smile for this picture since it was for identification but Leon still found you so beautiful, but still making him miss that smile he would easily create on your face.

While appreciating the moment, he knew he needed to sleep soon, excited for another day; Leon had started a countdown of days until he saw you again, and he was optimistic that it wouldn’t be long until he saw that beautiful face again.

Stage eight: complaint

You were helping another trainee at the moment — her name being Athena Jenson — a trainee that was the lowest in the class and struggling the most. As you looked through her records, it was just downhill, the graph showing a continuously depleted diagram; it would be a miracle if she finished her training. You stood in the middle of the room, practising on the dummy in front of her, as well as the pop-up figures she needed to use to improve her reaction time; you couldn’t concentrate with every time she failed to push down another pop-up, proving her lack of improvement in reaction time, you got lost in your own imagination and then started to draw eyes and tornado scribbles at the corner of your notebook. You saw in the corner of your eye that she was getting red in the face, close to her breaking point, so you decided to cut this short and turn off the training simulation.

“What the? Miss L/N, I haven’t hit my target,” she had to catch her breath, “We have the room for another 2 hours!”

You heard her pleas, but this was going through one ear and out the other.

“I’m very sorry, but I think it’s best for a break,” you showed her the graph, “Your productivity is going down; you need a few minutes to —”

Athena angrily cut you off: “No, I don’t; I can do this! How can I prove myself if you stop me in my tracks?”

“Miss Jenson —”

“No, don’t Miss Jenson me… You don’t want to continue since I’m not Kennedy, who you can drool over and flirt with!”

Your eyes widened; you knew your crush was evident, but you weren’t aware that people resented you for it. You took a moment before you answered her, seeing her frustration through her heavy breaths and ice-cold stare that shot through your whole being.

“You know… You’re no help; I’m only here because Krauser is busy with Moore, I think it would be best if you just left, and the place could hire some more competent trainers,” this woman wasn’t giving you a break, clearly frustrated at her lack of performance and you being lost in your own little word.

“Okay then… Go talk to someone about that,” you were calm and unaffected by her words, “You may leave now, and once your complaint has gone through, you will have someone else.”

“Y’know all of us want you fired… All you ever did was daydream about Kennedy, yeah I saw you wink at him as well, and honestly, it’s pathetic… You probably just manipulated him with your higher position,” she picked up her water bottle and bag before leaving the room.

“Miss Jenson, your words have made me realise one thing about your group… You know you will never be on the same par as Leon Kennedy… How shameful; even with another trainer, you’ll probably be sent back, so get me fired, and I’ll be happy.”

She rolled her eyes as she left the room, stomping away and releasing a heavy sigh. You then followed suit by getting your things and exiting the room, turning the lights off and locking up with the key code on the pad outside. You saw that Athena went to her right, clearly going to the head office to complain — the thought of it made you smile, she had done the work for you. If you were fired, you would be free from this work life and be able to make your journey to Leon.

As the thought made you smile, you walked to the canteen to pick up a coffee and doughnut and then went over to Audrey’s desk.

“Hey lovely, look what I got you,” placing what you owed on her desk.

“Ooo, finally, I’ve been waiting on this.”

You both laughed as you sat by her desk; you had already finished your work and were checking up on her, helping her by viewing her work but also being distracting with the giggles you were sharing.

You two had spent an hour sharing your funny moments together, knowing that you were annoying some other people around you, deciding to finally roll your chair back to your desk; you went through your computer, organising your files and printing some things off, if you were going to get fired, you might as well be prepared for it. The thought of being let out of this hell was enough to keep a permanent smile.

Until Krauser made eye contact with you and walked closer to you.

“What now?” You thought. You knew nothing too bad could happen; many people were around you to stop him from acting out. But you did feel your heart fall to your stomach, and goosebumps started to form on your arms when Krauser pulled up a seat to be beside you.

“What do you want now? Wasn’t touching me enough,” you said through your teeth, irritation evident in your speech.

“I can’t be bothered trying to convince you otherwise now, you want the rookie so go ahead, but I think there is something you should know.”

You raised a brow, stopping your typing but still having your body face the screen to not give him open body language.

“Just wanted to check up on something, a bit of food for thought,” he leaned back in his chair, “What if you do get fired… Which seems very plausible at the moment. What if Leon moved on… You weren’t the only girl he liked.”

You gave him a confused look, raising a brow but not letting him get to. “Of course, he liked other women before me,” you thought as you knew it was natural, he didn’t even know you before the training, but Krauser opened his mouth, and you knew more nonsense was about to come out.

“Well, you’re not the only girl he ever liked… and started to miss. Didn’t you hear about the woman in Raccoon City… The one who told him she was FBI?” you shook your head again.

“You seem to do your research on Leon… Sure this woman isn’t made up?”

“Your comments do fill me up with joy,” classical sarcasm, “But no, this woman is under suspicion from our superiors… A mercenary that works with the organisation, managed to fool the rookie by saying she was FBI and took his first kiss to seal the deal… You never know; she could have taken something else from him, not just his first kiss.

He then placed a picture of a woman in front of you; you looked at it and saw a woman with dark hair, wearing red, who looked to be from Asian heritage.

“Ada Wong is her name… You’re probably just the replacement.”

You slapped him.

Everyone looked at you, shocked at your sudden anger, but you couldn’t care less.

“Oh, did I touch a nerve? Sad that I might have burst your fantasy?” he then moved closer to your ear, “This wouldn’t have happened if you just came to me.”

As he walked away, you heard a murmur of whispers collect at the back of the room, hearing: “What did he do?” and “Why would she do that?”

You then just looked at the picture of Ada Wong; she was beautiful, you thought, but you didn’t feel any jealousy; yes, he could have had a past with her, but you knew Leon wouldn’t lie to you about you being his first, he was easy to read like a book. You moved the picture in your desk drawer, calmer than ever and knowing freedom was just hours away.

Stage nine: leaving

You were sitting at your desk, flicking through the papers with a new stack of paperwork that needed to be done, but you weren’t going to make a start on it; Krauser’s comments about the inevitability of you being fired sealed the deal for you — you were finally going to be free. Athena Jenson’s complaints would also help the title be snatched away from you, allowing the moment of getting in your car to find Leon.

While continuing to flick the pages — feeling bad for the person who would end up doing this — you saw Krauser walk past your desk. To your surprise, he didn’t stop to talk to you, making a wave of relief wash over you. What took you even more by surprise was that he didn’t look in your direction; you didn’t want him to give you attention, but it still made you curious about his behaviour change. Acknowledging that he told you he would give up on you, you knew something was happening with how easy it was; Krauser was almost obsessed with you and now didn’t want to look at you. Could someone change that quickly? Either way, you were enjoying the time away from him.

Moving your hair away from your face, you stared at the digital clock on your computer screen, counting the minutes until your workday would end. Your mind, however, was elsewhere. Thoughts of Leon, and how you had madly fallen in love with him consumed your every waking moment — you needed him more than ever.

While getting lost in a daydream, your coworker and confidante, Audrey, came bursting into the room with her eyes wide and full of excitement: “Y/N! You won’t believe what just happened!” exclaiming as she walked over to you.

Everyone in the room looked over at her, pausing their work, silently scolding her with a death stare which reminded her to keep her volume low — no matter how excited she was.

You turned your attention away from the clock and raised an eyebrow: “What is it, Audrey?”

“Check your emails! You’ve got to see this for yourself!” Audrey’s voice trembled with barely contained joy.

Intrigued, you quickly navigated to your inbox and opened the latest unread message from your superiors. Your eyes widened as you read the subject line: “Termination Notice.” Your heart pounded in your chest as you scanned the contents of the email; your employment was finally being terminated, asking you to pack your things and leave the facility by the end of the day. Your face turned into a grin, a mixture of relief and elation spreading across your features — it was finally time — you had finally orchestrated your termination and could now find Leon.

You turned to her, eyes shining with excitement: “I can’t believe it worked. I’m finally free!”

Audrey mirrored your smile, although a tinge of sadness appeared in her eyes: “I’m glad it worked out, Y/N. You deserve to be happy.” She paused momentarily, then continued with a softer voice: “But I’ll miss you, you know.”

You reached out and squeezed Audrey’s hand: “I’ll miss you two, Audrey. You’ve been more than just a coworker to me. You’ve been my friend, I couldn't have gone through any of this without you.”

You two stood there in silence, the weight of your impending farewell hanging heavily in the air. The knowledge that your time working side by side was ending filled your hearts with conflicting emotions. The realisation tempered your longing for Leon that leaving this job meant leaving behind a dear friend.

Audrey finally broke the silence, a hint of a smile playing on her lips: “Here,” she said, scribbling her phone number on a small piece of paper. “Take this. We may not work together anymore, but that doesn’t mean we can’t stay in touch. Call me anytime, okay?”

You took the paper, a glimmer of hope flickering in your eyes: “Thank you, Audrey. I’ll keep in touch.”

You shared a final embrace, holding each other tightly as if trying to imprint the moment in your memories forever.

The office, once filled with the hum of computers and voices of their colleagues, was now empty and silent, as you walked toward your living quarters to gather your personal belongings, you couldn’t help but reflect on the experience you shared with Audrey, as well as thinking about how Leon would react when he would see you again. You packed everything and remembered the late nights, the adrenaline-filled moments, but also the quiet moments where you felt lonely, which stopped when Leon entered the picture.

When you finally left the office, you took a deep breath, your heart lighter with the knowledge that you was leaving behind a job that held you captive for so long. You stepped into a world filled with endless possibilities, driven by your love for Leon and the chance of a new beginning and everything you wanted to complete.

The road was ahead, some things uncertain, but you knew you had made a new love and friend because of the job.

Stage ten: reunited

You continued to follow the directions that were in front. You took a deep breath as you sat in the driver’s seat of your car, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly; you couldn’t believe you had finally done it — finally free from the shackles of your job that had been draining your energy. It had taken some time and courage, but you knew it was the right decision for your mental and emotional well-being, as well as knowing that you needed to follow your heart; Leon wasn’t just a hook-up, a crush, he was something serious with you now, and all you needed to do was to reunite and share a bond and love with one another.

With a newfound sense of freedom and excitement, you plugged in the address to Leon’s new apartment into the GPS; you smiled as you saw the estimated arrival time and realised that this was just a few hour's drive — you thought this would be an extra long road trip that would last for ages. The rain tapped softly on the roof of your car, your window open a little, giving that earthly smell of rain and hearing the cosy pattern of raindrops — adding to a sense of adventure.

As you drove, you stopped a few times to ask for directions, not wanting to rely solely on technology — knowing your luck would run out at some point. People were friendly and helpful, and you easily accessed the city. Along the way, you decided to make a quick detour to a little cute home decor shop; you walked in and picked up some things Leon could put in his home and some of your touches.

Finally, you arrived at the address. You took a deep breath and checked your appearance in the rearview mirror, a nervous excitement building within you. You grabbed your bag, keeping the bulk of your belongings in the back — you were going to wait for Leon to help you with that — your heart pounding in your chest and making you feel dizzy and light-headed.

Reaching the entrance, you hesitated for a moment before pressing the buzzer; you waited anxiously, feeling your palms getting sweaty.

When a voice crackled through the intercom, your heart skipped a beat.

“Hello?” Leon’s voice sounded puzzled. You couldn’t help but have a big smile; hearing his beautiful and innocent voice again made you feel elated.

“H-Hello… Um, it’s me… Y/N… I —.” Leon cut you off while working on your reply.

For a moment, there was silence, and your heart sank.

“Did he forget me?” You thought.

You slowly made your way back to the car, that smile dropping into a straight face as you looked at the car in disappointment, feeling wet from the rain drowning your hair. Tears were growing in your eyes, your spirits dampened by the rejection.

But as you were about to get into the car, you heard the sound of the apartment building door open behind you. You didn’t think much of it, but you turned around and saw him. Leon. He stood in a white shirt and grey sweatpants, messy hair and disbelief on his face.

“Y/N?”

“Leon,” you softly muttered as your eyes met his.

He moved closer to you, getting himself soaked in the rain as well; you didn’t move and let him make his advances. When he was inches away from you, he moved quickly to wrap his arms around you, and you melted into his warmth, being greeted with his scent once more.

“Don’t go now; I’ve missed you,” he whispered in your ear.

You didn’t care about the current weather conditions, just wanting to live in the moment; finally, you were reunited with Leon, and there was no one around to stop you. Your heart soared as you moved into a passionate and romantic kiss, your lips melding into a rhythm that showed you had been yearning for each other’s touch for some time.

Leon then looked at your car, seeing you had a lot of stuff, suggesting that he would help you move everything in.

When moving your stuff had finished, Leon handed you a towel and shirt to dry yourself off and get changed as he pilled your boxes in the corner of the front room.

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe it was you at first,” Leon said as you rubbed the towel on your hair, “I just couldn’t imagine that you’d come all this way… I thought I wouldn’t see you for a while.”

“Well, I’m here now… Ready to start a life with you,” you looked into his eyes sincerely.

Leon smiled, showing he wanted the same things you did. You spent the evening talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company when you finally went to the multiple bags of things Leon had brought up from his car, bringing out all the blankets, pillows, pictures, and other decor you bought for Leon. He smiled again, pulling your arm to kiss you once again.

“You’ve gotten more eager,” you playfully said as Leon pulled your body onto his lap.

You were wearing one of his shirts, baggy and oversized on you, wearing nothing but panties underneath it — this excited Leon. The way you were placed onto Leon’s lap made you recriopcrate the same feelings Leon was experiencing, feeling his touch and wanting things to escalate further; Leon looked at you, smirked, and before you knew it, his lips were magnetised to your soft neck, beginning with pecks then manifesting into deep kisses and sucks along your neck — leaving you to softly moan as markings were making its way in the process.

“I love this,” you felt Leon smile under your touch, feeling his desperation as his hands continuously wrapped around your waist to bring you closer, not wanting to waste any time and get back to where you left off.

“But you know,” you paused to enjoy his kisses, “You’re not in charge here.” You cooed at Leon and began to slow down, separating from your neck to wonder what you would do, feeling his excitement underneath you as he knew you would rock his world — like before.

“So what happens now, then?” Leon looked up at you with his glistening eyes, anticipating what you were about to do to him.

You moved your feet to the carpeted floor, feeling the warmth against your skin as you swung your body around to get on your knees — Leon knew exactly what you were going to do, and he couldn’t wait — you pushed your hair away from your face and looked at him with lust, biting your lip as you moved. You put your fingers around the band on his waist, Leon moving his hips to make it easier to slide his pants down and give him all the pleasure he would ever want.

Leon gasped when his cock met the cold air, it springing up to your view and waiting for your touch, already having precum on his tip — you loved how he was wrapped around your little finger. You placed your hand on his length, him wincing at the slightest touch, slowing inching your mouth to his tip, which you knew was killing Leon with the wait; when you finally wrapped your warm mouth around his cock, Leon rolled his eyes to the back of his head, and his breathing deepened and became laboured.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, “Don’t stop… P-please… This is so… good.” He couldn’t help but slightly thrust his hips to make his cock hit the back of your throat, making you choke slightly, enjoying how confident he got around you.

You continued moving your head up and down, swirling your tongue in circles when you got the tip — tasting the premature ejaculation. You were so happy to feel him again, to taste him, just to be with him again; you knew now this would continue for as long as you both wanted. Your gaze looked up — at first seeing Leon’s muscular physique — then seeing him bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut; this look meant that Leon was trying not to cum too fast.

With picking up on his body language, you removed yourself — leaving Leon desperate for your touch again — looking into his eyes.

“How about we try something new?”

“I’ll do anything as long as it’s with you,” he was loyal to you.

You smirked when hearing his submission; his devotion to you only turned you on even more; he was your good boy, and seeing him squirm under your control made your entrance wetter. The way Leon looked at you communicated his trust in you; when you saw his consent, you removed the shirt Leon gave you, exposing your chest and creating a dust of pink on Leon’s cheeks. You knew Leon was sitting in anticipation — excited still — and watching your every movement; you folded the shirt into a neat long rectangle, long enough to put around Leon’s eyes to blindfold him. When Leon knew what would happen, he released a deep breath when his vision was omitted, wanting you to use him however you wanted.

When Leon was left helpless, vulnerable, and unable to estimate what would happen, you removed your already-soaked panties — tossing them to the side. You placed your hands on Leon’s shoulders and moved your legs to the side of Leon’s; Leon could now feel what you would do. You started to grind your hips down on Leon’s cock, him gasping when he felt your wet pussy glide along his member.

“Fuck,” Leon said under his breath; he was in great need of your entrance — he missed how it felt.

“Do you want to fuck me, baby?” you cooed in his ear, lingering your fingers through his soft hair.

“Please, baby.”

“Have you been a good boy?”

“Yes baby, I have; please, please, just let me fuck you… Please,” he started stuttering, his speech becoming messy the further he begged and pleaded for you.

You were positioning your entrance with Leon’s cock while he was pleading, letting it rub against you, which made his breath quiver; when he released his last “please”, you then slammed your hips down, leading you to both have a harmonious gasp. When adjusted to his length — once again — you bounced your hips, causing you two to both moan, filling the room with pleasurable sounds from your sexual unity.

You kept giving Leon what he wanted, gently pulling his hair back while you fucked him; he winced while you did this to him, liking the pain you were putting him through.

“Who’s my good boy?”

“Me, I’m your good boy.”

Your clit tingled when he moaned and twitched underneath you, smiling while he wrapped his hands around your hips and moved you up and down. Leon’s strength showed when his grip hardened, palming bruises on your hips; you winced with how hard he handled you but had to admit you loved it.

After a while, you lifted Leon’s blindfold, seeing his confusion and excitement when seeing your beautiful body again.

“Do you want to try anything else, baby… I don’t want to take control of the whole situation,” you laughed a little at the end of our statement.

He nodded: “Um… Can you bend over the table.. For me,” he was always shy when asking you for something.

You lifted yourself up and followed his wants, getting on your knees (once again) and placing your torso on the coffee table, looking behind you to see when Leon would do what he wanted. You arched your back and felt Leon place his hands on your waist, positioning himself; when you were both comfortable, he started to ram inside you, making you gasp and scream his name.

“Oh fuck, please don’t stop, Leon,” you moaned as Leon ramped himself behind you.

He kept pushing his cock inside you, hearing and feeling how wet you were, loving the view of your ass jiggle as he manhandled your gentle body. You heard Leon’s heavy breaths as he tried to keep the same rhythm he started with.

“Am I doing this right, baby?”

“Just shut up and fuck me… You know you’re doing it right!” you screamed, making Leon happy with pleasing you.

With that newfound confidence, Leon continued to ram his cock inside your wet cunt, spanking you now and again, then starting to make it in regular tandem when he heard your moans every time he marked your ass with a red hand print.

“I’m gonna cum,” you said with a shaky breath.

Leon then maintained the same pace, continuing to spank you.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed when your released yourself all over Leon’s cock.

When Leon felt you glaze his member he then released hot ropes inside you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he did. He sat there for a moment, until he finally removed himself, seeing his cum ooze out of you and drip down your thighs; just the sight alone made him want to do a round two but he had exhausted himself — for now. He couldn’t help but just collapse his body weight and just sit on the floor, no longer having the effort to lift himself up to go on the sofa; you followed suit and removed yourself from the table.

“I’ve missed you so much, Y/N.”

“I’ve missed you most, Leon… I’m glad we can start something more serious now.”

“About that,” you looked at him confused and worried, “Since you’re here… Does that mean you’re now my girlfriend?”

“Yeah Leon… Guess it does. So what now?”

“Guess we start a life together now.”

You both smiled, kissing one another in your happiness again, knowing that nothing had to be secret. You could start a whole new life.

Authors Note: Last part, omg, thank you so much for the engagement with the last parts; please share the same love for the final my loves !!!! I am appreciative of every single like, reblog, comment and message people send me; love you a lot. I will now be working on a Las Plagas Leon one-shot and a few Luis drabbles *wink wink*, hope you stick around for that. Have a lovely day/ evening y’all <3

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