#resident evil Alternate Universe

[anxious-alastor]

May I Have This Dance? ||Pt. 1|| Albert Wesker x Fem! Reader

"Why are people so stupid." You groaned as you and your team returned to the STARS office of the Raccoon City Police Department.

"You seem cheery." Jill commented as she put away her outer layer of protective gear and harnesses.

"Yeah. Responding to a chemical threat and finding two idiots who couldn't bother to read a label is just peachy." You huffed as you closed your locker a little too hard.

"Is something wrong, Doctor?"

You whirled around to see Captain Albert Wesker standing in the doorway. His arms were crossed and his usual harsh expression seemed softer than usual as your frustration ebbed away.

"U-uh. No sir, Captain Wesker."

"Let's not go slamming doors then."

You opened your mouth to respond but he had already walked off. You looked at Jill who shrugged and shook her head. Another growl of frustration left you before you sat down at your desk to fill out the required paperwork.

***

Time flew by fast as you worked, before you knew it you were done and everyone had begun to pack up and leave. On your way out, something in your brain switched and you began noticing things.

Chris and Barry had been incoherent until you heard Barry say, "So are you excited for the Banquet?"

Your legs stopped moving as you thought hard to process what was said. Wasn't the banquet for another week?

There was another whisper from Rebecca to Jill that you managed to catch as they brushed past you.

"Have you got a new dress?"

The RPD Banquet. The special event hosted by the city for the Police Department to thank them for their work, to get cozy with donors, and to show off to other notable guests. You hated wearing formal clothes, especially the kind they'd expect you and your other coworkers to wear. Chief Irons had an especially strict dress code for the entire station. Of course you had pushed it out of your mind until now.

"Hey Jill wait—" You grabbed her shoulder before she got too far.

The brunette turned to you, intrigued and concerned by the sudden grab and the shift of color in your face.

"Something wrong? You look like you're in trouble."

"I guess you could say that," You glanced around, "Is the banquet tonight?"

She grinned sympathetically, "Yeah it is, you forgot didn't you?"

"Of course I did. And I don't have a dress."

"What happened to the one you wore last year?"

"I rented that one." You sighed softly, "Maybe I'll have to back out..."

"If you think that's best." She offered a pat on your shoulder before returning to her conversation with Rebecca.

You just sighed to yourself before disappearing off to your apartment.

***

You had settled on your bed after having taken a shower. Comfy in pjs and wrapped in your blanket, you were barely aware of some strange baking show as you wondered about the event taking place about an hour from now. Guilt simmered just below your chest as you thought about what you might've cost the Chief in donations.

Then your phone rang. You quickly dug around your blanket, slightly panicked as you weren't expecting a call and had allowed your cellphone to be engulfed by the soft fabric. It was around the fourth ring when you finally answered it.

"Why aren't you here?" It was Wesker.

"I uh... don't have anything to wear."

"You aren't coming to the most important night for the entire department because you don't have anything to wear?"

You felt your face grow hot with embarrassment as you stuttered into the phone.

There was a pause, a long excruciating pause that was only broken as he drew in and let out a sigh.

"I don't accept this. Get ready, I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"What—" You began but the call had disconnected.

You stared at your phone for a good minute before scrambling out of bed and attempting to not rush through your makeup. Even if it were a simple look, you didn't want it to seem sloppy.

You hovered around your hair for a moment before you heard the knocking at your door. With some hesitation, and after peeking through the peephole, you opened it to see your captain holding an opaque garment bag. You couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses as he offered it to you, but you swear you could see his cheeks get slightly pink.

You took it, glancing at him warily, "Do you want to come in?"

"I'll wait out here."

You just nodded before closing the door and quickly returning to your room.

Upon opening the dress you found that it was rather unique to you. It hugged you in all the right places and draped where it needed to, and it stopped at the length you felt most comfortable with. The only thing not tailored to your comfort was the color scheme. Black lace covered the deep crimson fabric that felt soft against your skin.

You admired the dress for a moment before deciding to add some dark red to your makeup look to compliment the colors. You then slipped into some heels and met your captain outside.

"I need you to zip it. I can't reach." Your voice was breathless and a little uneven.

He chuckled softly and placed one hand against your lower back while the other pulled up the zipper. He then led you to a limousine that he had hired.

***

It felt like the world finally slowed down as you settled onto the leather seat across from your captain. You hadn't noticed his outfit entirely until now. It matched yours perfectly—his was elegant and yet much more moody. It was hard to suppress a giggle as you realized how perfectly that described the man across from you.

"Something funny?" He tilted his head towards you.

You shook your head quickly, glancing out the window to avoid his gaze.

"How come you went through all the trouble just to get me to the Banquet? How did you get this dress so quickly?" You had so many questions.

"It's the most important event of the year according to Chief Irons. It was no trouble at all really." He paused as if deciding on his words. "I had a tailor design and make the dress a couple weeks ago. You seemed to be drowning in work."

"And my sizing?"

"Based off the size of your gear in your locker."

It seemed reasonable enough, though still very strange. You couldn't be too upset though since you'd be able to attend the banquet and not get teased for lack of attendance the next day.

Silence fell in the space until you reached the venue where the roar of chatter was a gentle rumble from outside. Your chauffeur parked and opened the door for the both of you. Wesker stepped out then offered you his hand which you took gratefully as you bowed out of the vehicle.

There were some people outside, not necessarily for you or your Captain but for the donors. Some of Raccoon city's biggest celebrities were attending and everyone wanted to see.

"Keep your chin up." Wesker spoke softly, something unusual for him as he wrapped your arm around his.

Your head had been tilted down, eyes preferring the ground rather than those who might be looking at you. Upon registering his words you lifted your head, faintly blushing as you tried to keep your eyes forward. Your hand gripped his arm tight as he led you into the venue.

All eyes were on you.

#resident evil #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #jill valentine #chris redfield #barry burton #rebecca chambers #alternative universe #feminine reader #resident evil alternate universe #idk what else to tag #wesker x reader #Black tie event #umbrella corporation #shy reader #resident evil wesker

[juicycoutureheaux]

Fixer Upper

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Hey y'all. Here's Chapter 2 of my Sheriff!Leon Kennedy AU. Just a couple of notes, this chapter does have some TW. Domestic violence and Alcohol are mentioned in this chapter. If those are active triggers for you and still want to read, PM me and I'll be glad to summarize for you. Seriously! Also I gave Patrick a last name because he literally DOES NOT HAVE ONE. LOL Anyway this is kind of slowburn-y and this may be more than three chapter but not too many. I might extend to four. Anyways this fic was inspired by @angelscoda and I strongly recommend that if you haven't discovered her page, check her works out! Also, I churned out this Chapter and it hasn't been edited very well, but I did not wanna keep yall waiting. Also if you or anyone you know is affected by domestic violence call 800-799-7233 or text 'START' to 88788. You are not alone, your family and friends love you no matter what situation you may be in or what your abuser says. Love is patient and Love is kind.

You went to bed with a strange feeling. Instead of thinking of your sweetheart, Patrick, you were enamored with the thought of your new boss, Sheriff Kennedy. 

He was so kind and unpretentious, it seemed so easy to be around him. You wondered if he read books or looked at the stars and wondered what was behind them like you did. 

Y/N shook herself out of her thoughts and drifted off to sleep. 

She dreamt of finding new life on other planets, her parents taking her seriously, and most importantly, she dreamt of Leon. 

You woke with a start, to the sky at the precipice of sunrise. The oranges and purples danced together as the moon made its grand exit into the horizon.

You swiveled around to the side of your twin bed and let the bottoms of your feet touch the smooth hardwood floor. 

You turned off the old fan on your bedside table. The fan had seen better days, however, y/n had taught herself how to make repairs to keep it in working condition. 

Her tinkering had been born out of necessity; however, over time she grew to love being able to make old things efficient again. She wondered if Patrick ever had to repair a fan or anything really. 

She imagined he had enough money to get a new anything, anytime it broke.

You started the morning by combing your hair and brushing your teeth. You splashed cold water on your face to make it seem less irritated. You didn’t want to admit it, but you wanted to look good for Leon, even if he didn’t notice.

You picked out your favorite dress and ironed out all the wrinkles. You looked at yourself in the mirror admiring your reflection. You felt confident enough to head down the stairs to the kitchen table. 

Mary-Anne and Mama were busy fixing breakfast. Mama was fussing over Mary-Anne telling her to sit down and whatnot.

“Mama L/N, I promise I’m fine and your grandchild is just fine!” 

“All that moving, he’s gonna come early!” You heard your mama say.

“You and the rest of the family are so sure Hank & Mary-Anne’s baby is going to be a boy.” You said announcing your presence. 

“Good! Someone else is here, Mary-Anne! Please sit!” Mama said, exasperated.

Mary-Anne, not wanting to put up a fight any longer, sat down.

“Y/N, why don’t you look pretty today? I remember when I could wear dresses like that!” Mary-Anne said, rubbing her belly.

“You mean like six months ago?” You said sarcastically. 

Mary-Anne smiled and your mother rolled her eyes. 

You grabbed an apron not wanting to ruin your dress, and began kneading the dough for the biscuits. 

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay too long, mama. I gotta make sure I'm on time to meet my new boss!” You said a little too enthusiastically because your mother whipped her head around to look at you. 

“You know, if you marry Patrick, you won’t have to work anymore, you’ll be busy planning parties and get-togethers for all the married ladies.”

“Mama…” you groaned. 

“I’m just saying Y/N, you would love it, imagine, my daughter, the belle of the social season in Collier!” Her mother sighed. “So don’t ruin it by chasing after some cop!”

“Mama!” You said insulted.

Mary Anne decided to get in between the duo. 

“I think Y/N just wanted to make sure he felt welcome; after all, it is her job.”  She made sure to emphasize the last word. 

Mama’s body relaxed and so did yours. 

With that, you kissed your mama goodbye on the cheek and mouthed a “thank you!” to Mary-Anne. 

You walked out the door shocked, to see your new boss waiting outside leaning up against the side of the patrol car. 

“Hey! Y/N!” He said, smiling with all of his teeth.

You thought your legs were going to turn to jello, he was so handsome.

“W-what are you doing here?” 

“I thought I’d save you the trouble of driving that old truck and risk not having a secretary for the day.” He opened the passenger door. “Wouldn’t want to make me late for my first day would you?”

You smiled a genuine smile. 

You hopped in the car and you made your way down the road. 

The radio was playing Elvis's “Blue Suede Shoes.”

“You like this kind of Music Deputy Kennedy?” You asked genuinely curious. He didn’t strike you as the Elvis type.

“You can call me Leon when it’s just us,” he said, eyes not straying from the road. 

He made you blush, and you sank down in the seat unconsciously.

“But to answer your question,” he looked at you with those sharp baby blues. “I love the King.”

You laughed together like it was the funniest joke ever. 

You were a little disappointed when you arrived at the station. You could have spent the whole day in the car with Leon.

You two entered the building and you went quickly to the break room to start the coffee for the day. 

Leon entered his new office and opened the blinds. Two years ago he would have never imagined a career in law enforcement, let alone a town like Collier’s Sheriff.

Leon was brought out of his thoughts when you walked into the room carrying a fresh cup of coffee.

“Should I get used to this or are you just being nice because its my first day?” 

You looked at him confused.

“I’m not used to someone else doing things like this for me.”

“Well get used to it,” you said happily. “The old boss made me bring him his coffee like clockwork and I had to make it juuuussst riiiiigggghhhttt.” You emphasized.

Leon just nodded.

“So Deputy Kennedy, how do you like your coffee?”

“I can make it myself Y/N, don’t worry about it.”

“I insist! You’re going to be pretty busy, pretty soon.” You said looking into the mug. “I don’t want you to worry about the easiest part of your day.”

Leon smiled and patted you on the shoulder. “I take it black, with just a little bit of sugar, Y/N. Thank you.”

You smiled and felt your cheeks get a bit rosy. You fixed his coffee and set it on his desk.

“Well if you need me, I’ll be outside the door. Just ring me if you need me.” 

He grabbed your hand gently. “Do you mind staying in here just a little bit longer, I’m not ready to start working quite yet.” He smiled a toothy, but nervous smile. 

You held on to his hand and squeezed it in a friendly, assuring manner.

“Of course, Leon.”

He smiled in response.

You looked around the office. It was empty, there were no pictures of his family or any personal effects to the room, save for a framed police academy diploma. 

“They didn’t give you time to set up here?”

“What do you mean Y/N?” 

“The last guy here had tons of pictures and hunting trophies and…” you realized your mistake a little too late. Maybe, Deputy Kennedy didn’t have those things and you had just reminded him of the fact.

Leon smiled a sad smile, “Well maybe while I’m here, I’ll be able to fill this room with all those things.”

“Leon, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” 

“It’s okay, you’re honest. I like that about you.”

You smiled and heat spread across your cheeks.

“I don’t have any living family members, I grew up in a group home.”

You felt so embarrassed. How could you just interrogate him like that?

The blowing of the A/C unit emphasized the silence. It felt like your body was on autopilot when you went up to him to pat him on the shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry, Leon, I hope you can find your chosen family here.” 

“That's really nice of you, Y/N. I hope I do too.”

You quickly took your arm off of his bicep, realizing you were touching your boss in a more than intimate way. You didn’t want to be known as “that” type of girl.

You quickly mumbled “Gotta get back to work,” or something along those lines, and scuttled away.

Leon just kicked his boots and sat down behind his desk. He couldn’t quite figure it out, was she flirting with him or was she genuinely kind? He hated to admit it, but he was used to women throwing themselves at him. They’d be good for a night or two, but they never seemed to care to learn more about him than what he could do for them.

Y/N was sweet, but she was young. She probably had never had a real relationship before, her kindness was just surface-deep; it was nothing more.

He decided to go ahead and look over the schedule for the week that Y/N had already prepared for him. 

He could get used to this.

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You were heading to Leigh’s diner to grab lunch for the office. It was actually one of your favorite tasks. You were able to get out of the office and walk around town for a bit. It also helped that you walked past “Gannem’s Appliances” where they always had the news on in the window. 

You would take a moment to look at the goings on in the world, to see what was happening outside of your small fishbowl of a town. 

The announcer was reading hastily from a fresh news bulletin. 

“After 40 years of groundbreaking research, NACA has officially decided to change its name to NASA. The official decision was made late last week, after changing their focus from just flight to space travel of humans and robots.”

You could have fallen right where you stood. Robots? Spaceflight? You were in heaven, you had only daydreamed about working in a high-tech lab with robots; now it was really happening.

You quickly looked at your wristwatch and scuttled to the diner to pick up the order before the men at the office got too hungry and wondered where she was at.

You walked into the bustling diner, thank goodness her order wasn’t quite ready yet. You decided to stay out of the way of the other patrons and sat at an odd chair near the window. You felt almost invisible, but, you were used to it and didn’t mind.

You were stuck in your thoughts until the sound of women gossiping brought you out of your stupor.

“Did you see the new Sheriff? He’s a cutie!” one girl with perfectly coiffed blonde hair asked. 

“Do you think he has a secretary? They almost always marry the secretary!” Another girl with auburn hair giggled.

Y/N recognized the girls. They were girls from her graduating class, they had gone to the same school since kindergarten and they either didn’t seem to recognize her or were ignoring her. You couldn’t decide what was worse.

“Oh he has a secretary all right, it's Y/N. Do you remember her from school?”

The girl with auburn hair just raised her eyebrows in slight confusion.

“Great.” you thought. “They don’t remember.” That stung.

“Well, she wasn’t much of anyone, she’s lucky her daddy “the farmer” got her the job,” she emphasized the farmer part as she lit her cigarette. 

“Ohhh, I remember said the auburn-haired girl. “Isn’t OUR Patrick supposed to be courting her? I heard his mother set him up, guess they’re trying to fix his image. I hear he made a fool out of himself at the University of Georgia last year. His daddy had to call in a LOT of favors from his buddies from the law school.”

“That’s just Patrick, he’ll grow out of it. I feel bad for him, one bad mistake and he has to get married off to the first prude that would take him. I bet Y/N’s mother is just beside herself, all the new social connections and money.”

“My mama told me her mama was a social climber. Always trying to get invited to social events;  well she’ll never belong just like her daughter.”

The girls broke into laughter.

Your face was red from anger and embarrassment.

Of course, your order was ready and the waitress called out your name which made the girls' heads snap and turn around to look at you. You did your best not to make eye contact, as you grabbed the food, but tears were already falling from your eyes.

As you left you could hear them burst out in more malicious laughter. 

You were humiliated, and you just wanted to get back to work.

You were two doors down from the office when you heard a car next to the sidewalk slow to a roll.  You instinctively glanced over and there was Patrick in his fancy car. He was definitely the last person you wanted to see right now. 

“Hey, baby. I missed you.” He slurred as he stumbled out of the car.

You took a minute to look at his car, there were beer bottles littering the back seat. 

“Let’s go for a ride, I’m bored and I want some alone time with my girl.” He grabbed her roughly. 

“Have you been drinking? Why did you drive here? You know it's dangerous! You whispered harshly at him. People were beginning to stare.

“Baby, I just wanted to see you, I’m lonely. You should keep me happy you know, if you’re gonna be my wife,” he was looking at you like a piece of meat. 

You felt sick to your stomach.

“I have to get this back to the office, then I’ll come with you.” You were trying to stall, you didn’t want to make him angry, but you surely didn’t want to get in the car with him.

It didn’t matter. He didn’t like your answer. Patrick was shockingly strong and when he yanked you into him, you both fell over and you yelped. 

People were now watching and whispering. 

You wanted to disappear into dust and wondered if you should have just got in the car, maybe nothing would have happened, and the two of you wouldn’t be out on the sidewalk in the middle of town embarrassing yourselves. 

Patrick yanked you up and raised his hand to hit you, you braced for impact when someone broke you two up.

It was Leon and his face was calm, but she could feel the anger radiating from him.

“Y/N! Do you know this man?” He said calmly but firmly. 

Before you could answer, Patrick yelled at Leon. “I had it handled man, she’s my fiance. We don’t need your services anymore.” He made a move to grab your arm again. Leon moved in between you two.

“Sir, not only are you in violation of a city ordinance of being intoxicated in public, but you are also assaulting your fiance in public, which is a felony charge.” 

Patrick just scoffed. “And what? You’re gonna arrest me? Do you even know who I am?”

Leon stepped closer to Patrick, they were about the same height, but something about Leon’s body language made him seem taller. 

“Yes, Sir you’re under arrest for the assault of my secretary Miss Y/L/N. You have the right to remain silent…” he began cuffing Patrick in broad daylight. 

“Wait a minute! Y/N just tell him we were just fooling around baby.” Patrick pleaded with you.

“Deputy Kennedy please, we’ll handle this in private. Patrick just made a bad mistake that's all.”

You pleaded to Leon, you hoped he would take your side.

“Handle in private? Are we supposed to wait until he kills you Y/N?” He said loudly.

You couldn’t move. This was really happening and everyone was going to blame you for Patrick going to jail. 

Leon picked Patrick up and brought him into the station and locked him up in their little holding cell.

Everyone in the office was dead silent when they saw who Deputy Kennedy was bringing in on the first day. You followed in quickly behind them and everyone glared at you. You ignored the glares and got on the phone to call Senator Armstrong, Patrick’s father. 

Deputy Kennedy refused to let you see your Fiance, stating that she was the victim and a witness to his crime. 

You just sat in your small little cubicle and cried. You cried over how embarrassed you were and how those girls were right, Patrick didn’t really love you. How could he? Who would do that to someone they loved?

The sounds of a man shouting broke the silence of the police department.

“How could you lock this man up? It was a simple lovers' quarrel, they’re both kids!” You heard Senator Armstrong’s baritone voice fill the small station. 

“You either ignore your son’s behavior or are too ignorant to see it.” Leon quipped back.

“Excuse me?” Armstrong sneered. “You better watch it boy or I’ll…”

“Or what Armstrong? I’ll go missing? Don’t go incriminating yourself in the police department now.” Leon said smugly. 

You walked out of your cubicle to see the scene unfolding in front of you. You thought Senator Armstrong was going to have an aneurysm with how red his face was. 

He quickly looked over at you and saw your tear-stained face. “My poor future daughter! Look what you’ve done! You’ve upset her by jailing her fiance right in front of her!”

He wrapped a heavy arm around your shoulders. “ I paid the bail and I'm taking my family home.”

Leon just gestured for the door and said nothing. Senator Armstrong ushered you out, but not before you took one final look back at Leon with fresh tears in your eyes.

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You were sitting in the Armstrongs’ tinted limousine Patrick’s head on your lap. You couldn’t help but stroke his soft hair. He buried his face in the fabric of your dress and groaned.

“I can’t believe that asshole through me into the cell with all those actual criminals. It was miserable, sobering up in that shithole.”

You rolled your eyes instinctively, Leon’s words ringing in your ears still. “What if he did lose his temper and couldn’t stop hitting me?” You shrugged it off. It was just one bad moment, he’ll change.

Your future father in Law just glared daggers into his son. 

When you arrived at your home, you still patted Patrick’s head gently. “I’ll see you later honey.” 

He quickly leaned up and kissed you on the mouth for the first time. It was sloppy and full of want. It wasn’t sweet at all and you felt sick.

You quickly got out of the car and ran into the house. 

When you arrived in the foyer, Hank was waiting for you.

“Is that bastard out there?” He asked angrily.

You looked down at your feet, you thought you’d at least be able to sleep and take a bath before being interrogated about the incident earlier. 

You heard your mom shout from the kitchen. “Is my baby home? Hank you leave your sister alone! She needs to rest.” Your mother hurried in to welcome you.

“Oh sweetie, there’s no need to cry.” She wiped your tears with a cloth she had in her apron. “Daddy and I get into arguments all the time.” 

Hank got even angrier. “You know damn well that was no argument they had, Thomas Wells said that son of a bitch shook her like a ragdoll before Deputy Kennedy got to them.”

Your Mama just rolled her eyes. “Thomas Wells is a known exaggerator, people love talking about people who they’re jealous of. Speaking of Y/N, you’re not going back to that job. It doesn’t look respectable to have the future Mrs. Armstrong working at that office.”

Your mother grabbed your arm gently and took you into the dining room and fixed your dinner. She hadn’t done this since you were a child, she was definitely trying to get on your good side. 

You felt that familiar pit of disappointment and anguish in your stomach. You had realized Mama really did want to be a part of the social class as the Armstrongs. She wanted it so bad she was willing to cover up what Patrick was willing to do to you.

You nibbled on supper and went upstairs to cry, you were exhausted.

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You couldn’t sleep that night. All you could do was replay the day’s events over and over in your mind. 

You also felt extremely violated by Patrick’s lack of respect for you.

When daybreak came, you took a light catnap for an hour or two. You were awoken by your mother shaking you awake. 

“Y/N, sweetie, time to wake up.”

You squinted at her through your dark eyelashes, confused.

“Don’t give that look, Y/N, Suzanne Armstrong called and wanted to take you shopping.”

You lurched up from your bed. “Miss Suzanne...why?” 

“She wants to make sure you look polished for the engagement party of course. The local and state newspapers will be covering it of course.” Your mother said excitedly. “Hopefully she’ll remember your mama too, I could get one of those tweed suits just like the first lady! Wouldn’t that be fun?”

You smiled a sad smile. You wanted to see your mama happy, but was she willing to do the same for you?

You got up and began your morning ritual, you made sure your dress was crisply ironed and you even added a ribbon in your hair to make yourself look a little more stylish.

You waited patiently in the sitting room before seeing the car roll up. Your mother ushered you out the door and into the awaiting town car, driven by a chauffeur of course. He opened the door for you. Inside awaiting looking prim as ever, was Miss Suzanne in a pastel-colored suit. 

“Well look at this little doll,”  she said and kissed your cheeks. “I just can not wait for you to marry my son. You two are just going to give me and your mama the cutest little grandbabies.”

You smiled uncomfortably. 

The town car started to pull away into town and Miss Suzanne wasted no time discussing future plans with you.

“So, I’ve already contacted all the news outlets. The Atlanta Sentinel is sending reporters to this party and even LIFE Magazine!” She squealed excitedly. 

“They love the Cinderella feel of this story, my dear. Everyone loves a great love story.” She composed herself again. “and it is my job as fairy godmother, to make sure you ARE the belle of the ball. There are going to be a lot of eyes and I want to make sure you look perfect.”

She looked you up and down. “We’ll have to do away with this wardrobe,” she motioned with her pointer finger to your homemade dress.

The car was heading out of town, you made a comment about going to the local department store in town. 

Miss Suzanne let out a full-bodied laugh. “My dear, we’re going to Atlanta to shop. You can’t be photographed in some outfit from Belford’s.” 

You just fell silent and looked out the window as Miss Suzanne rambled on about how excited she was, planning a wedding, and how much great press it would be for her husband and Patrick. 

When they finally arrived at the fancy boutique in midtown Atlanta, they were greeted by staff in crisp uniforms waiting outside for their arrival. 

The head designer, or who you assumed was the head designer came blowing through the doors and came to greet your future mother-in-law. 

“My dear, thank you for coming, let me grab your coat.” He grabbed Suzanne’s expensive tweed jacket and hat. He handed it to a dour-looking assistant.

He then acknowledged you. 

“My, my who is this diamond in the rough?”

Suzanne answered for you. “A diamond in the rough indeed. This is my future daughter in Law, Y/N.” 

You didn’t know whether to curtsy or not. You gently bent your knees and answered with a quiet “hello.”

“My goodness, she is just precious! We certainly have our work cut out for us.” The man snickered.

Being brought up in the south, you knew being called precious wasn’t a compliment. 

You sighed as you followed the man and Suzanne into the boutique knowing it was going to be a long day. 

#resident evil #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #tw: violence #TW: domestic violence #tw: alcholism #tw: alcohol #tw: unsafe alcohol use #resident evil Alternate Universe #Patrick infinite Darkness

[barleyo]

Love Machine.

Android! Leon Kennedy X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: I got this idea while listening to a song with the same title. This was my first time writing for Leon, I hope it isn't too clunky or too short! I am slowly coming out of my hiatus, so my writing skills are a bit rusty, I need you all to give me a little grace for the next few posts in case they aren't great LOL. Love you all so much, thanks for your support!

Part Two: Here

Wordcount: 2.4K

Tags: sex doll/living sex robot (?), sex toys, oral (fem receiving), reader is called things like "pretty girl", p in v, creampie (but not really because he's a sex doll??), unprotected sex, fingering, nipple play

“Welcome in, can I help you find anything?”

(Y/N) gave the cashier a polite smile and shook her head as she walked past him at the check-out desk, trying to be as non-awkward as possible, especially since she was the only customer in the small store at that time of night. It was an in and out trip, she tried to convince herself of that. She needed something small, just enough to get the job done. 

Normally, she would’ve waited until the next day to run an errand like this, but days of stress had left her needy and frustrated, so when her trusty wand finally gave out on her mid-fun, she grabbed her car keys and headed out into the night. 

Her eyes scanned the wall of toys in the back of the store. Pink and purple covered the shelves, vibrating toys and dildos being her main focus. 

“Mini-vibe, bullet vibe,” she mumbled, squatting down to read the boxes on the lower shelves. “What’s even the difference–?”

She settled on a purple rabbit vibrator. Its packaging was the least indicative of its contents, and it was on the smaller side. Easy to hide. 

“Will that be all?” the cashier asked, looking over the box. 

“Yeah, that should be it.”

“You know,” he said, giving her a wide grin, “I can’t say I can suggest this one.” He held the box back out to her, waiting for her to take it. “We’ve gotten a lot of refunded purchases due to it.”

“Oh, shit, really?” (Y/N) took the box back, tucking it under her arm. “Okay, uh, I guess I should ask what the best option would be, then?”

The cashier gave a nod and waved her over, lifting the divider between behind the counter and the rest of the store. “Come with me to the back, we’ve got all the good stuff tucked away back there.”

She chewed the inside of her cheek, thinking about whether or not to follow him. She didn’t immediately catch any red flags in his behavior: he was polite enough, no major creep-vibes. (Y/N) finally walked past the open divider and followed him into the stock room. 

“So, over here,” he said, waving his hand over a heavily stocked shelf, “is all the high-powered stuff. These over here have a high-customization level, lingerie over here, and over here ....” 

The man continued to go over the ‘hidden’ options in the store, but (Y/N)’s eyes traveled over to a large, sheet-covered box. 

“Hey, what’s that over there?” she asked, pointing at the box. 

“Oh, that? That’s new, uhm, probably a little out of your comfort zone, though, he’s a little advanced.”

“He?”

The cashier sighed and stepped up to the box, gripping the corner of the sheet. “It’s—it’s a long story, but, here, have a look.”

He pulled the sheet down, dropping it to the cement floors of the room.

“What the fuck is that?!”

A blond man stood in the plain box, the only adornment on the cardboard being his name in bolded letters: Leon. His eyes were closed, his hands sat idly beside his sides, and his body stood bare before them both.

“His name is Leon, he’s a prototype for a new line of responsive sex dolls. I mean, most of the bugs are out of the system, he’s not faulty or anything.”

(Y/N) walked up to the box and scratched the cellophane covering, trying to get his attention. “Is he awake? Or on, I guess?”

“Nah, he has to be set up, there’s a manual in the box, I think,” the man replied, bending down to pick the sheet back up to throw over Leon’s box. Just as he began to shake the sheet off, clearing the residual dirt off of it, (Y/N) spoke again.

“How much for him?”

She mentally smacked herself for asking. There was no doubt he was expensive, hell, he probably wasn’t even up for sale.

“You want him?” He raised his eyebrow, looking the girl up and down, confusion painting his features.

“I– I don’t know, can I have him? How much?”

He crossed his arms for a moment, thinking. “He’s not for sale, per se, but– so, listen, okay?”

“Yeah?”

“You can have him for free, okay? But if you aren’t satisfied with him, you can’t bring him back here, you’re stuck with ‘em.” He held his hand out expectantly. “Deal?”

“Deal,” she said, taking his hand quickly, giving it a few affirming shakes.

The boxcutter in her hand worked quickly, slicing open the cellophane. (Y/N) bunched up the plastic and threw it to a random corner in her bedroom, turning back to face Leon. She gave him a testing poke, and when he didn’t respond she turned that poke into a gentle tapping on the side of his face.

“Leon?” The name felt like acid on her tongue, guilt already creeping through her. “Wake up.”

She dropped her hand from his face and guided it further down his chest. The synthetic skin felt real, almost in an uncanny way. He was warm to the touch, not plastic-y and cold like how she assumed other sex dolls felt. 

“Come on, big boy.” she muttered, pulling Leon’s large, heavy body out of the box and placing him on his feet near her bed. “Where’s your–? Oh, got it.” (Y/N) snatched the instruction manual from the box. The print was foggy, and some words were horribly misspelled, but she flipped through the pages and located the directions page. She read the page to herself quietly. “I am Leon, your AI-powered male sex doll. The setup process of a Leon doll is extremely easy. To turn me on, just set my dial. After that, just sit back and let me love you for a little while!” 

(Y/N) walked a small circle around him in search of his ‘on-switch.’ She found it right on the back of his neck, almost hidden by his swoop of blond hair. On the silver dial sat three options: Off, gentle, and rough. A hand rose and ticked the dial to gentle. She stepped away from him quickly after hitting the switch, nervous to see what would happen.

His eyes opened slowly, and a weak blue light beamed from them, scanning outwards before shutting off completely. A grin slowly spread across Leon’s all-too-real features as he powered on. 

“Hey there, pretty girl,” he said, standing still in her room, only moving his head to face her. “Looks like you could use some company.”

“Uh, hello.” Her mouth was dry as she spoke, feeling like she made a bad decision the second he had snapped to life. 

“Hm, why don’t you come closer to me? I don’t bite,” Leon paused before cheekily adding “unless you want me to.” He took her in his arms and let his eyes drift down her body. He eased her shirt over her head and tried to undo the clasps of her bra.

“What are you doing?” She tried to pull away but he held her in place.

“You have all your clothes, but I’m exposed over here. That’s not so fair, is it?” He looked down at his hardened length, ushering her to look down with him.

Her eyes widened a bit. “When did you even get hard–?”

“I’m always hard around pretty girls like you.” He slipped off her bra and groped her breasts with his large, somewhat calloused hands. “Look at these, baby. You have pretty tits, and a pretty face, huh?” 

A hum left her throat as she felt his head dip down and take one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over the bud, latching on to properly suck it after a few teasing moments. She ran her hands through his hair and gripped onto it tightly, whining at the feeling of his mouth popping off of her tit. 

“Bet you’re getting wet from this, aren’t you?” His voice was airy and muffled while he spoke. He left open mouthed licks over her pebbled nipples, grazing over them with his tongue’s warmth.

She gave a weak nod in return.

“Mm, maybe I should take care of that,” he chuckled lightly and lowered himself to his knees. “Gonna let me take these off you?” He tugged at the waistband of her shorts.

“G’head,” (Y/N) said, feeling her thighs rub against each other impatiently. 

He pulled them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, leaving her in just her panties. She shuddered at the feeling of his tongue darting across the cotton covering her wet center. Again, Leon laughed a bit at her reaction and licked a heavier stripe against the fabric. When he was rewarded with a gasp from her open mouth, he pulled the panties to the side and pressed his tongue at her slit.

“F–Fuck, that feels good,” she whined, hand still messily buried in his hair. 

Leon kept his eyes on her the whole time, not letting a moment pass where his blue irises weren’t piercing hers. 

His tongue dipped out of her entrance and moved up to her clit. He fidgeted with it, trying to see which motion worked best on her, and settled on a circular movement. The longer he sat slotted between her thighs, her knees thrown over his shoulders, the more frequently he felt her cunt jump from pleasure. He placed his tongue hard on her clit, giving it rough, pressured licks. 

“Almost there, I’m close,” (Y/N) said, feeling a coil form in her stomach. She had felt this with other toys, but by far, Leon was the best at the job. “Don’t stop,” she hummed, voice catching in her throat while he moved his head side to side, dragging his mouth sloppily over her cunt.

A string of profanities escaped her mouth when she felt her orgasm hit. A sputtering wave of warmth flushed through her body, her pussy clenching around nothing. 

“That’s it, good job,” Leon cooed. He held his hand up to her face expectantly. “Spit.”

Her mind already felt melted, like it could’ve oozed out of her brain at any minute. She mindlessly complied with him, spitting onto his lengthy fingers.

“Ah–! S’too much, Leon.”

“No, no, you can take it. I’ll be gentle, I know you want another one,” he said with a slightly mocking tone. “Greedy girl needs something to fill her up.” Plunging his fingers into her pussy, he groaned at the feeling of her slick walls still fluttering. “Y’haven’t even recovered from the first one, but I’m gonna give you another one,” he said, curling his fingers, “gonna be twice as strong.”

“Fuck, it’s too much,” (Y/N) knew her sobs of pleasure were pathetic sounding, but she couldn’t muster anything else up as she tried to push his wrist down and away, not being able to stand the feeling of his two fingers prodding at her most sensitive spot. 

“Don’t fight it,” he warned, “not when you’re so close. Yeah, I feel you getting all tight on me. Mm, you’re gonna love how it feels, it only gets better from here, pretty girl.” 

Leon became more aggressive with his movement, moving his whole arm as his fingers jammed in and out of her. (Y/N) was lost in her ecstasy. Her hands shook and flew aimlessly before taking purchase of Leon’s shoulders and holding onto them, nails digging into the skin.

Her second release, as promised, was much stronger. Her legs clamped around him, her moans came out in long, shaky intervals, and her brain was mush. She couldn’t force herself to focus on anything but the cum dripping out of her cunt and down Leon’s fingers and forearm. She screwed her eyes shut, feeling even the dim light of her bedroom to be too much for her now fucked-out, slutty head to handle. 

She hardly noticed when he had placed on her back in the bed with her legs spread. Not until he guided his cock across her folds, tapping the head of it against her swollen, abused clit. 

“More?” she asked, voice breaking and weak. “Can’t take it ‘nymore.”

“C’mon, sweet thing, you can give me one more, can’t you? Just one more?” He whispered into her ear, slowly pushing into her, holding himself back. 

“Jus’ one? No more after that?”

“Mhm, just one.” Leon bottomed out and stretched her walls with his girth. The tip of his cock gave sweet, shallow kisses to her cervix’s tip, gently pressing into it with each thrust. His hips rocked into her, but he felt his dick being forced out of her walls, pushed out of her heat. “Even after all that, still tight f’me.” He slid back in, rougher this time, trying to keep himself inside. “Need somethin’ to stretch you out, baby. Good thing y’got me now.”

His hands were placed under her knees, scooping and holding them apart while he fucked her. He slowly transitioned from fucking and burrying his cock into her, to bringing her body forward, bouncing her on his cock. 

“Leon—”

“Hush, now, you’re okay. Mm,” he wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, “look at how you take it. It’s like you were made to be used like this, sweet girl. Maybe you’d be better off as a toy.” 

She moaned at this, feeling her cunt twitch at his words.

“Yeah? You like that?” Leon’s eyebrow raised at her a bit, teeth barring in smirk. “You like being a little toy. Being– oh, fuck, you’re enjoying this so much. Your pretty little face...”

(Y/N) threw her arms over his neck, pulling him closer to her body. Their chests pressed together, her sweat slick between them both. “God, Leon, please!”

Leon pressed his mouth on her to quiet her down, swallowing her moans as their tongues and teeth gnashed against each other. He winced as (Y/N) bit down on his lip, choking back her sobs when she clamped down on his cock. Taking this as a sign, Leon emptied his thick, synthetic cum into her. 

Once he pulled out, a mixture of both of their cum pumped out, gushing and wetting in between her thighs.

“Good job, baby,” he said, stroking her face, grinning at the warmth of her cheek. “You did so well, getting all cockdrunk for me. To think I was being gentle. Wanna try my rough mode out for size?” He joked, letting his hand grip her hip. 

“Goodnight, Leon,” she responded, unimpressed at his teasing and tired from what he had done to her. She brought her hand to the back of his neck and turned his dial to ‘off.'

#barleyxnighteye #fanfiction #smutfic #smut #leon kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #fanfic #leon kennedy x y/n #x reader #smut fanfiction #resident evil x reader #leon scott kennedy #alternate universe

[asetamago]

Winterfield week - Day 1: Role Reversal

What if it was Chris who get through all the madness from the baker house???

Well he'd just smack the sh*t out of the bakers, he got the boulder ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

#winterfield #winterfieldweek2024 #winterfield week 2024 #winterfield week #chris redfield #ethan winters #resident evil #re7 #re7 biohazard #re8 #re8 village #resident evil 7 #resident evil 8 #artists on tumblr #my art #alternate universe

[wherethewolfsbaneblooms]

Happy holidays from Jarl Dimitrescu!

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #fake breasts #fake body #lady dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #capcom #alcina dimitrescu x reader #jarl dimitrescu #resident Viking #alternate universe #au #shield me #reader insert #muscular women have my heart #happy trail

[lipglossanon]

M༙྇r༙྇.༙྇ S༙྇i༙྇n༙྇i༙྇s༙྇t༙྇e༙྇r༙྇

corrupt cop!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ so minors DNI, Reader is 18+, corruption kink, dark Leon, daddy kink, biting, dirty talk, oral (f receiving)

don’t like, don’t interact 🤷‍♀️ any typos or mistakes are my own, not proofread and also probably an overuse of the word good but eh lmao

divider: @firefly-graphics 💜

Editing to add: title of this is Mr. Sinister, pulled from the I Don’t Know How But They Found Me song of the same name ✌️

Part 2: Mirror on the Wall (Tell Me All the Ways to Stay Away)

Part 3: One Love, Two Mouths

Part 4: Embracing With Two Hands

______________

Leon likes to patrol the usual hideaways and make out spots in Raccoon City; although he’s in his late 20’s now, the spots are still popular and it’s easy pickings to write out tickets for loitering or underage drinking.

He doesn’t stake out Lovers Lane too often, but tonight he’s extremely glad he did.

He spots you, alone, walking down the pull off road headed out from the popular make out destination. Your arms are folded, thin yellow cardigan paired with a modest grey skirt standing out at this time of night. Your head is bent down so you don’t even notice him until he has pulled up alongside you.

“Lost?”

Your head quickly looks over at him and you give him a shy smile, cute dimples showing.

“Uh n-no. My date, he uh,” you frown, pretty eyes glancing at your shoes, “well, things didn’t go his way so I’m walking home.”

Leon’s eyes rake across your body, a low heat building in his stomach. You’re so vulnerable right now. He feels his pulse race in excitement.

“That’s a shame,” he clicks his tongue drawing your bashful gaze back to him, “I can take you home.”

“Really?” Another of those dimpled smiles grace your face.

“Of course,” Leon grins, boyish and sweet, “hop in the back.”

You climb into the back of the squad car. Leon’s eyes watch as you tug your skirt back down from your thighs as you adjust in your seat. He wants to sink his teeth into them, leave them bruised before burying his face in your little cunt.

You sigh in relief and catch his gaze in the rear view mirror, “I really appreciate it, Officer Kennedy.”

“It’s no problem, sweetheart.”

You give him your address and he nods as he pulls back onto the road.

A few minutes pass by as you gaze out the window watching the trees pass by like dark shadows on the glass.

“So you and your boyfriend huh?” Leon asks, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The anticipation is building inside him.

You look away from the scenery, brow furrowed as you look at the back of his head.

“Yeah, he um..”

You trail off, feeling embarrassed. You shuffle in your seat and tug on your skirt.

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” Leon’s sharp voice cut in.

“Oh no no,” your eyes widen with surprise, “he just wanted to go further than I was comfortable with.”

Your voice trails off as you bit your lip. Leon watches in the mirror. He loves the look on your face. Uncomfortable and unsure.

“Boys can be very hotheaded. Especially when they’re with a pretty girl. And you’re a very pretty girl,” he spoke, voice still tinged with that dark edge.

You feel your cheeks warm, eyes catching his shyly, “I-I guess.”

“No,” he shook his head, “I won’t have any of that. Say thank you, Officer Kennedy.”

“Thank y-you, Officer Kennedy,” you stammer out, wide eyed at his tone.

Leon gives you a lazy smile, “Good girl. We thank people who give us compliments, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you feel a low pulse of arousal at his words, “thank you.”

His smile widens, “Anytime. I bet you’re just the sweetest thing, huh. No wonder your boy pushed his luck. I bet you’re still a virgin.”

You press your palms to your face, shielding your embarrassment, “That i-isn’t appropriate to—“

Leon laughs, “Yeah you are, just a sweet, little virgin.”

You press your thighs together, hating and loving the way he was speaking to you.

Leon’s sea dark eyes took in your flustered appearance, “Bet you’re wet right now, pretty girl.”

You let out a harsh gasp and Leon laughs again. You watch as he pulls off into a thick copse of trees, the road disappearing behind you before shutting the car off.

“I think you need someone to show you the ropes, sweetheart,” Leon murmurs in the quiet.

He gets out of the car and makes his way into the backseat with you. You press your back against the opposite door, pulling your legs up to face him.

“Officer Kennedy, I need to get home,” you whisper.

He shakes his head, “And you will but right now, I think I deserve a little treat, right? For taking you home.”

He grabs your ankles and drags your legs to lay out straight as he crawls over your body, boxing you in. You can smell his cologne along with the mint on his breath.

Your hands reach out to press against his chest, stilling his movements.

“Aww,” he coos down at you, “‘m not gonna do anything to hurt you.”

You bite your lip, wide eyes peering up at him, “You promise?”

Leon could jump for joy. You were so trusting which made you easy.

“Of course, pretty girl. I promise. I won’t do anything you won’t like.”

You take a deep breath and let it out, “Okay.”

“Such a good girl for me,” he lets his lips hover over yours.

Your pouty mouth has been tempting him all night. He gives you a quick closed mouth kiss that has you sighing. He presses more chaste pecks against your cheeks and nose before going back to your mouth.

This time, it’s a heated exchange of tongues and lips and spit until your gasping on every exhale and Leon has to pull away. He goes back again and again and again. He can’t get enough of your sticky sweet kisses. The glittery strawberry lipgloss has him sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before releasing it with a quiet pop.

He coaxes you to open up your mouth wider and pulls away to slip his thumb between your lips. You slowly suckle on the digit and that, along with your blitzed out expression, has his cock jumping. He pulls his thumb away only to smear it along your red, swollen lips.

“Pretty fuckin mouth,” he presses his thumb back in, “want it stretched around my cock tonight, sweet thing.”

You moan and suck on his thumb harder, thighs twitching and rubbing together. Your skirt gets rucked up from all the movement until Leon can see the light blue panties covering your pussy.

“Yeah,” his eyes darken, “god, I bet that little cunt is soaked right now, huh sweetheart?”

You whine as he pulls his thumb away, “I’ve never w-went this far. I don’t know what to do.”

He groans, “God you’re perfect. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you what you need.”

Leon feels lucky. Like he won the lottery the moment he saw you alone. He tries to reign in his excitement and take it slow.

He moves back to kissing you, thrusting his tongue into your hot, pliant mouth. You tentatively suck on his tongue and he presses his hips down onto yours, grinding the hard line of his cock against your panty clad pussy.

“Gonna make you feel so good, pretty girl.”

He manages to pull himself away from your lips and moves down to your thighs. He presses a few soft kisses into each thigh before latching onto the left and sinking his teeth into it. You give a sharp cry at the sting but feel dizzy with how much you liked it.

“Such a good girl,” he mumbles into the bite, eyes never leaving your face, “gonna do the other side now, ‘kay?”

And before you can even nod, he’s pressing his teeth into your right thigh biting down a little harder than before.

Your head falls back against the door with a low moan.

“Knew you’d like it, fuckin slut.”

You give a mewling gasp in response. Leon continues to litter your thighs with bites and hickeys until your squirming so hard he has to hold your hips in place.

“So fuckin good for me, sweetheart. Gonna keep you all to myself.”

Your pussy clenches at that admission, another low whine spilling from your lips.

You feel wetness slipping down your thighs as Leon slides his fingers across your panties and lightly strokes against your clit. He presses his face against the damp cotton before licking you through your panties, soaking them even further.

He presses an open mouthed kiss to your cunt, tongue lapping at the fabric before finally pulling off your panties and stuffing them in his pocket.

“Gorgeous. You’re pretty everywhere.”

After a beat of panting breaths, he gives a light smack to your mound and puffy clit that makes you thrust up with a wanton cry, “What did I say about compliments?”

You bring your tear filled gaze to his, “T-thank you, Offic—“

“Daddy. That’s what you’re gonna call me now, pretty girl.”

You moan, “Thank you, daddy.”

He smiles up at you, “Of course, sweet thing. Now I’m going to eat this pretty pussy for as long as I want.”

Your legs twitch but stay pressed open, “Thank you, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he grins, “so good for me.”

You feel another gush of wetness from the praise and the hungry look on his handsome features. Your hands flutter at your sides as he brushes his hair away from his face and turns back to the apex of your thighs.

He ducks his head down and licks over your slick folds slowly until his tongue is circling your swollen clit. You can’t stop the low whines and moans as you reach down to run your hands through his hair.

“That’s it, grab onto me if you need to, sweetheart.”

He goes back down on you and eats you out like a man starved. His tongue is thrusting into your wet clenching hole before slipping along your lips up to your sensitive clit. He places open mouth kisses over your mound until finally sucking your clit into his mouth and slowly teasing his tongue across it.

Your hips are jumping and pressing up up up into his mouth. Your careful not to pull his hair but your hands are scratching along his scalp making him moan into your pussy, the vibrations send you reeling.

“Please daddy, please please please,” you’re babbling, “Feels so good. You make me feel so good daddy.”

You’re nearly crying from how much tension is building in your core. Leon slips in a finger alongside his mouth and you feel your orgasm ramping closer and closer.

Leon continues lapping at your hole before moving his mouth up to your clit to softly suckle on it. He slips in another finger and crooks them both upwards. He continuously rubs against that spongy spot that has you clenching hard on his fingers. Your hips arch down into the motion of his hand before arching back up to his sinfully good mouth.

His tongue dips into your cunt alongside his fingers. Pulling back, he presses another sharp bite into your left thigh making you moan loudly and pull his hair.

“Fuck, that’s it’s baby. Want you to feel good.”

You tug him back down into your throbbing pussy and he moans as you press your clit against his lips. Leon mouths at your sloppy cunt until you’re moaning loudly as you cream all over him.

“So good for me, pretty girl,” Leon licks his lips with a grin.

“You want me to help you out now?”

Leon adjusts himself in his slacks, “No, we’re gonna save that for another time, sweetheart. I need to get you home, I’m sure it’s past your bedtime.”

You can feel embarrassment crawl up your spine, “I, uh, live alone so actually I-I don’t really have one.”

He turns his face to the side so it’s hard to read his expression, but you can see his teeth glint in a smile.

“Well now, sweetheart. Maybe I could stop in for a night cap, huh?”

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil 4 remake fanfic #corruptcop!leon Kennedy #alternate universe #re au #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy smut #dark!leon #tw: daddy kink #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #fem!reader

[aquarelacosmica]

more apocalyptic AU stuff

#serennedy #luis serra navarro #leon s kennedy #resident evil #luis serra #alternative universe

[ice-cube13]

Doctor wesker x air force chris au!

#albert wesker #chris redfield #chrisker #resident evil #my art #wesker x chris #alternative universe #fanart #sketch #weskerfield

[pengold]

Im not obsessed with @polarspaz AU’s you are 👀

anyway heres resi evil 4 remake as a movie poster!

#digital art #digital painting #Digital Illustration #digital drawing #fantasy #Fanart #resident evil #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #ada wong #luis sera #osmund saddler #Monster #what if #alternate universe #au

[anxious-alastor]

May I Have This Dance? ||Pt. 2|| Albert Wesker x Fem! Reader

Cameras flashed from multiple directions while reporters pushed microphones as far as their arms could reach. Wesker kept you close and didn't spare a single glance to those grasping for the pair of you.

The soft light from the event hall was welcoming as you passed through the doors. Several hundred conversations muddled into a soft roar just below the sound of live music. You glanced around the crowd, there were some minor celebrities, officers from the RPD, and of course several of the largest donors the city had. You hadn't realized you were approaching them until Wesker offered a greeting.

"Lord Spencer, my pleasure to be seeing you again." Your captain put his other hand on his chest and bowed slightly. You moved slightly to match him with a curtsy.

"Ah, no need for such formalities Albert, Oswell is fine." Oswell seemed amused as he shifted his attention to you, "And this must be the darling doctor I've heard so much about."

"It's very nice to meet you, sir." You smiled politely and offered your free hand to him.

"As it is with you my dear. Albert rarely gives praise to his coworkers." He chuckled and gave your hand a firm shake.

You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you glanced up at your captain. Beneath his sunglasses his eyes were fixated on you and he was smirking. This naturally made the flustered feeling worsen and you quickly looked away. You couldn't deny you had the urge to wipe the smirk off his face but there was something else you were feeling.

"Excuse me a moment, Oswell. I should bring my guest here to the STARS table. I'll be back to go over some things with you." Wesker bowed again.

"Of course. We have a lot to discuss." Oswell nodded and seemed to chuckle some more as Wesker whisked you off to one of the many round tables.

The one you stopped at had your office's acronym as well as the words "Alpha Team" underlined beneath. Wesker pulled the chair out for you which you gratefully accepted. He didn't move to sit down after though. Instead he leaned down to talk into your ear.

"I've got some business to attend to. I'll be back soon." His tone seemed secretive. You opened your mouth to question or object but he was already gone.

•••

"Hey doc!" You heard Jill calling nearby and saw her approaching you along with an irritated looking Chris. Jill was in a royal blue floor-length dress that hugged her figure and flared at the bottom while Chris was in a tux. They both sat at the table with you.

"Jill! Chris?" You eagerly turned to them, excited to see your friends here.

"How are you here? Where did you get that dress?" Jill was always quick with the questions. Chris huffed distantly, eyes fixated somewhere else in the ocean of heads.

"Well Captain Wesker actually came by my apartment and-" Upon saying his name you had seemed to finally register the oddity that had happened.

"And?" Jill's eyebrow was cocked and she too had smirk. Something about that simple twitch of the mouth was driving you crazy tonight.

"He brought me this dress and a limousine ride." You knew it sounded ridiculous. How could it not? You promptly shifted topics, "What's wrong with Chris?"

"A rookie brought his sister as a plus one." Jill rolled her eyes.

"A rookie! Can you believe the audacity?" Chris scoffed and muttered something about not being good enough for Claire.

Both you and Jill exchanged glances before laughing. People around your trio shifted with some giving irritated looks while others smiled. Brad and Barry had joined the table a little while later and quickly you all fell into conversation as you ate. It was a nice night to be with friends.

"Hey I can't believe I finally found you guys!" Rebecca's voice caught your attention as she approached from your blind spot. She was in a pale green dress with lace flowers that faded upwards from the bottom of the skirt. She sat down and leaned close, "It's almost time for the speech from Chief Irons."

"You look like a pixie." Chris chuckled, giving Rebecca a thumbs up. Rebecca grinned and returned the gesture.

The ringing sound of metal on glass caused silence to sweep across the hall. The lights dimmed everywhere besides a long rectangular table that sat on a platform a half-foot above the others. Chief Irons was standing in the middle.

You didn't pay attention to a word the Chief said as you were too lost in your own head, thinking only of your Captain.

•••

The last of Chief Irons' speech rang throughout the hall, and soon after applause followed. The chief bowed and gestured to Wesker who was sitting to his left, "Captain Albert Wesker of the STARS Alpha Team would like to give his own toast."

"Thank you Chief Irons." Wesker nodded to the chief after standing up, "I'd like to give a special thanks to our highest donor, Lord Oswell Spencer, CEO of the Umbrella Corporation whose generous donation has fulfilled our goal." He paused as a round of applause was given to Oswell and removed his sunglasses. His piercing blue eyes met yours with an intensity that made a knot form in your stomach.

"One last thing. I want to give my appreciation to the doctor who has been by my side for several years, who has been loyal, compassionate, and the light during dark times. If you would be so kind dearheart," He moved off the stage and to you, leaning into a bow and offering his hand to you "May I have this dance?"

The entire room seemed to have held its breath. Shock and surprise was the only thing you saw as you glanced amongst your friends. It felt like the entire world had stopped as you gazed at Wesker. You didn't dare look away from him, afraid to see everyone staring, and afraid that he would stop. After a couple seconds you finally took his hand and followed as he led you to the dance floor.

Time returned to the rest of the world as the soft hum of voices slowly rose and the musicians began to play a waltz. You didn't notice the whispering. You were too enthralled by him, by the way his gaze made you feel, and by the way warmth was spreading from where your hands met. You felt like you could've floated away and the only thing keeping you grounded was him.

"How long..." The words caught in your mouth.

"How long have I had my eye on you?" He offered. When you nodded he chuckled softly, "Quite a while now dearheart."

You had no idea if your cheeks could grow any hotter. He pulled you closer into an embrace as the music slowed and he whispered to you

"Your stubborness, your sweetness, your anger, and your joy, all of it is absolutely enchanting to me." He was breathless as he brushed his hand against your cheek. "I want all of it–all of you."

"You mean that?" Your hand reached to his and grasped it tight as you looked at him helplessly.

"Why else would I have dropped everything to bring you here?" He smiled earnestly and you couldn't help but believe him.

You allowed his words and actions to quiet that little questioning voice inside you and you leaned close to him. You pressed your lips to his as you both slowed to a stop. After a few moments you pulled away and registered the sounds of applause.

"Let's get out of here." You offered with a smile.

"Gladly." Wesker grinned before quickly scooping you into his arms and dashing out the hall. Whistles and cheers followed you through the exit and you found yourself wondering if you were dreaming. Another kiss proved one thing to be true.

It wasn't a dream anymore.

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #resident evil #chris redfield #umbrella corporation #jill valentine #rebecca chambers #barry burton #resident evil alternate universe #alternative universe #black tie event #shy reader #feminine reader #no use of y/n #claire redfield #brad vickers

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Fixer upper: An AU Leon Kennedy x Reader fic Chapter 4

Well y’all, I finally did it. I wrote chapter 4 after being in a slump for two weeks. Thank you all for being patient. This specific chapter has explicit content so please use your discretion. Minors DNI. (Loss of virginity, assault, and explicit *consensual sexual content)

It was still a couple days before the engagement party and Mama was not happy with you.

After the talk with your dad she became upset that you would divulge information to him and not to her. You tried reasoning with her, claiming that she wouldn’t listen; but that just made her more upset, hence the cold shoulder treatment she was giving you right now.

You decided to get out of the farmhouse and get some fresh air.

You were on the road close to town when you heard the sound of tires on the dirt road. You smiled when you saw the familiar *Springfield County Sheriff on the side and Leon’s handsome face peering through the window.

“Hey, y/n. Do you have time to talk?” He said smiling.

You looked around to make sure there was no chance of anyone seeing her get into his car. When you deemed the coast clear you happily obliged and Leon put your bike in his trunk.

You hopped in the front seat and Leon drove to a shady place to get a reprieve from the heat.

Leon was the first to speak once he parked the car.

“I’ve found some interesting things about your fiancé and his father.” He said holding a Manila folder.

“What do you mean by interesting?” You said furrowing your brow.

He put the envelope in your hands and you opened it.

Inside were pictures of Senator Armstrong accepting money from unscrupulous looking people. There were also copies of different documents detailing where the money was coming from. Senator Armstrong was taking bribes from wealthy communists to change legislation.

“Oh my god, how is he getting away with this?” You said.

“He’s not.” Leon said plainly. “Why do you think I’m here?”

“How are you going to prosecute him in this town? There won’t be a jury to convict him!” You said throwing down the paperwork.

“This is now a federal case, Y/N. This is a matter of national security, but to try this case I’m going to need your help.” He said looking at you with an austere disposition.

You had never seen Leon so serious about anything before. You gulped and nodded.

“What do you need from me?”

“We need a confession and tangible proof.”

You instinctively fell back into the seat.

“You really think a powerful man like Senator Armstrong is going to confess to a person like me? I bet he has no respect for women, just like his son.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“You have the leverage to back him into a corner y/n, with all the shit Patrick has already put you through, not to mention these findings, I’m sure a lot of reporters would LOVE to get to know you.”

You genuinely thought about it. This was the perfect opportunity to get out of this sham marriage, and maybe you could get them to pay for school-no that would be too opportunistic.

The invasive thought made you feel dirty, you didn’t want to turn into somebody that blackmailed people for money.

“I’ll do it, but only because it’s the right thing to do.” You said avoiding eye contact.

Leon grabbed your hands. “This won’t be an easy thing to do, Y/N.” He said, leaning his head down to meet your eyes.

You looked into his eyes, they were warm and assuring.

“If I do this, is there a chance I could get hurt?”

Leon gripped your hands tighter. “I won’t let that happen.”

“What’s your plan, Leon?”

“The night of your engagement party, that’s our only chance. He’ll be surrounded, if you let it slip you know something you can get him alone. He wouldn’t want his associates to find out.”

The thought of being alone with Senator Armstrong was terrifying. He was a powerful man and she was terrified he would do anything to get rid of her; she was expendable to a man like him.

“Where will you be?”

“Close by, every second. I won’t let him hurt you anymore, Y/N.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and enveloped him in a kiss. You couldn’t hold yourself back any longer.

He returned your kiss enthusiastically. Even though the two of you hadn’t known each other long, there was no denying you had a strong magnetic attraction for each other.

Leon was the one to break the kiss. You couldn’t help but sigh, disappointed.

“I know sweetheart, but we can’t be caught necking in my patrol car.” He said, a smirk growing across his features.

You looked down embarrassed; you were turning into a fast girl.

“Don’t look like that, Y/N! I enjoyed it.”

“Do you think I’m easy?” You asked self-consciously.

“Easy? Of course not. Why would you say that?”

“I’m engaged and kissing another man. If anyone found out, both our reputations would be ruined!”

“Since when do you really care about reputations?” He quipped back mocking you slightly. “I surely don’t.”

You rolled your eyes. “That's easy for you to say, your only options for a future aren’t just to *get married and have a bunch of kids and pray your husband keeps the lights on.” You said theatrically.

“You don’t know what my husband is like!” He said facetiously.

You gave him a limp-wristed punch and he feigned injury. “OW!”

“Come on Kennedy, I’m being serious!”

“You know that’s not the only future you have; you can do so much better than this place, Y/N.”

You paused for a minute and fantasized about taking classes at a REAL University, not just some finishing school for ladies to find a husband.

You thought about all the long nights studying and working a waitressing job maybe; and coming home to a small apartment. It wouldn’t matter how hard the work was or how dingy the apartment you would be; it would be all yours and no one could change that.

“I would kill to get out of this town, so I guess the next best thing would be to throw Patrick and his father under the bus.” You said sarcastically.

“You wouldn’t be throwing them under the bus, you would be assisting in apprehending a criminal. Senator Armstrong is a criminal, Y/N.”

You couldn’t deny that Senator Armstrong was selling out not only the state of Georgia, but the United States as well.

He was selfish and a coward just like his own son.

“Do you think Patrick knows what his father is doing?” You said anxiously, bouncing your leg and straightening out the papers in the manilla envelope. The gears in your head were shifting at a lightning fast pace. Sure, Patrick was a jerk, but was he also as conniving as his father?

Leon tapped his chin thoughtlessly.

“Not only is he completely aware, it’s under suspicion he’s acting as an accessory as well.”

Your heart fell into your stomach, that was all you needed to hear.

“I’ll do it, I’ll ruin my reputation for the sake of national security.”

Leon beamed and kissed your cheek. “Spoken like a true patriot, Y/N.”

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The rest of the week, you were brainstorming ways to shake up Patrick before you confronted him. You wanted him paranoid, in a vulnerable state.

You thought it would be the easiest way to get him to confess, if he felt like someone close to him was going to betray him; they would never suspect it was you.

You started to leave “breadcrumbs.”

You started sending cryptic messages in random places that he would find. You constructed the messages out of newspaper clippings and other materials.

You started to hate how much joy messing with him was, but lord he was an easy target

The night before the engagement party and your official debut as a “couple”, you decided to put him completely on edge by asking him at family dinner why he seemed so stressed.

He looked at you, with the blood drained from his face; the bags under his eyes were emphasized by the lack of color in his face.

“Nothing honey, I’m just so excited for our party that I haven’t been getting any sleep.”

God he was such a smooth liar, it must be second nature. If he wasn’t such a crook, he’d make the perfect politician.

You just smiled, it felt good to be in control.

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The day was busy, you were in the salon for hours with Miss Suzanne and your mother. They were chirping away about wedding plans. You were as silent as a corpse, your mind racing of all the different possibilities of how the night was going to go. The first part of the night was going to entail dancing and socializing. When the guests would start to entertain themselves was when you were going to pull Patrick and his father aside to confront them.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when the beautician asked you how you wanted your hair done.

You opened your mouth to answer, but were interjected by Suzanne describing what she expected your hair to look like. You felt your cheeks go red; before your meetings with Leon, you wouldn’t have cared about others making decisions for you. Now, you were starting to get your confidence back, you were going to be in charge of your life from now on.

You looked at the hairstylist and smiled “Actually, I think I may want something a bit more modern. I want to look like Brigitte Bardot.”

You thought your mother was going to kill over in her seat, Suzanne smiled a strained smile.

“If that's what you want sweetie, it’s your party.” She forced the words out through gritted teeth.

“Thank you for understanding, it is what I want.”

Mother and Suzanne were silenced after that.

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You were standing in a guest bedroom of the Armstrong Mansion staring at yourself in the mirror.

Your evening gown was a light pink, the tulle off the shoulder detail accentuated your attractive decollete area. It had a sweetheart neckline embellished with floral embroidery. It was the perfect dress for someone else.

After the beauty salon incident, you managed to slip into Senator Armstrong’s private study and found important documents regarding the exchanging of money for American Secrets. You had the papers neatly folded in you undergarments, it probably wasn’t the best place but it was the best you could do.

You were picking anxiously at your skin when you saw the doorknob slowly turn. You were shocked to see Leon standing there with his hair combed neatly back and wearing a black tuxedo; he looked like a different person.

He whistled low when he saw you.

“Y/n, you clean up nice. You look incredible.”

You beamed at him, he made all your anxieties go away. “I could say the same to you, Deputy Kennedy.”

He bowed shallowly, “Thank you ma'am.”

“How did you get in here? I don’t think the Armstrongs would be too happy to know that the deputy that arrested their son has made an appearance at the most major social event this season.”

“They’re so busy with other matters, they really have no clue who’s really working this party.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Who else is here, Leon?”

“No one you need to be worried about.”

You felt your heart fall into your tummy. This was really happening, they were going to arrest your fiance and it was going to be a huge mess.

“Are they here to arrest Patrick and his father? Does it have to be here, at such a public event?”

Leon sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Y/N, it’s the only way. We need witnesses to his confession and the only way we can accomplish that, is if we’re there.”

“I’m scared Leon, what if we fail?”

“I promise you, we won’t.”

You turned away. The reality of how serious the situation was finally setting in and this was no longer just a final act of defiance; the night would end with someone going to prison.

You sighed, “Let’s just get this night over with.”

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You had just finished your first dance with Patrick, the entire time he was shaking. He was no longer the overly confident ladies man; he was just a scared little boy.

You felt guilty over betraying him. He wouldn’t do well in prison; hell, he wouldn’t even do well in an apartment.

The crowd rumbled into applause over your overly rehearsed waltz and the band began to play an upbeat tune. Most of the guests made their way to the dance floor, while others spoke amongst themselves.

Patrick excused himself politely when the two of you noticed his father motioning for Patrick to follow him.

You made eye contact with Leon and he gave you the signal to follow them. You tried to slip away but just as you were about to leave the main hall, you were stopped by Suzanne.

“Y/N, let me borrow you for a minute.” She grabbed your arm and pulled you aside.

She yanked you closer and whispered harshly into your ear.

“Don’t EVER embarrass me like you did in that beauty salon ever again.” You were stunned. She had apparently been suppressing her feelings all day.

“I’ll attribute this to you being nervous for an event like this, since you and your white trash family aren’t used to these kinds of things; but YOU are marrying into this family and YOU will do as you're told. Do you understand?” She was fuming, her nostrils flaring, making her look like an angry lizard.

You were seething and did the most rational thing you could think of; you smiled at her.

“I do understand, Suzanne, I really do; but what you don’t understand is that my white trash family has morals, unlike yours.” Suzanne looked at her mouth agape. She was not expecting that kind of response, especially not from you.

You stepped closer to Suzanne, closing the distance between you in an intimidating manner. “What you also don’t understand, is that you will remember this night for the rest of your miserable white trash life.”

With that, you left Suzanne standing in shock as you went into the empty hallway of the grand house. You could hear your heart beating heavily in your ears as you made your way down the hallway.

Your peripheral vision was blacking out due to your blood pressure rising.

You heard two hushed voices arguing vehemently.

“What do you mean someone knows?” The heavy voice was one she recognized as Patrick’s father.

“I mean that I’ve been receiving disturbing letters everywhere I go! It’s like someone is following me, waiting for me to crack! I can’t take it anymore father.”

You heard Senator Armstrong scoff at his son. “So a couple of threats already have you over the edge? You’re weak minded son, I shouldn’t have gone so easy on you, we should have shipped you off to the military when you got that girl pregnant at UGA. Do you know how much it took to make sure she had that abortion? I had to pay off the doctor too!”

“You know I didn’t want that! I would have manned up!” Patrick pleaded with his father.

That must have been the incident the girls in the diner were talking about. She didn’t know it was that bad, she just assumed he was making a fool` of himself at a party or something.

“Would you really? Don’t be daft, son. Your mother and I have spent so much of our lives cleaning up your messes.”

You decided this was the best time to confront them when they were arguing amongst themselves. If they were mad at eachother, maybe she could get them to reveal more of the truth to her.

You hoped that Leon was closeby, he did in fact see you on your way out, there was no reason he wouldn’t look out for you.

You slowly opened the door to the Senator’s personal study, where Patrick and his father stood, looking petrified at you.

You cleared your throat before speaking. “Good evening, gentlemen.”

Senator was the first to compose himself to speak. “Good evening, Y/n. Shouldn’t you be outside enjoying your party? I apologize for taking my son away, we had business to discuss.”

You looked at Patrick who was avoiding your gaze by peering down at the floor.

“What an odd time to discuss business, Mr. Armstrong, it wouldn’t have anything to do with the strange letters Patrick has been receiving has it?” You questioned nonchalantly, but you felt the energy in the room change drastically.

Patrick looked wide-eyed at his father, but Mr. Armstrong maintained his composure.

“My dear, what did you say you came in here for, again?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“I know of your meetings with the Soviets, Armstrong.” You said shaking. You were changing, you were becoming brave, but nonetheless, you still felt like a scared little girl when confronting the two men.

“That is quite the accusation, y/n. I think you’ve been reading too many stories. All this excitement and attention must be getting to you.”

You clenched your fists.

“I’m thinking more clearly than ever, maybe you should cover up your tracks better. I found your financial documents out in the open.”

Patrick stepped angrily towards you. “You little whore! How could you? What do you want? Money?”

You glared at him, your blood felt like fire in your veins.

Patrick’s father started to laugh. “Patrick, you’re definitely your mother’s son. How could you think this was just about money? Obviously, if it was, she would keep her mouth shut.” He looked at you. “Y/N, you’re a reasonable girl. Those documents you have obtained could make our lives…inconvenient.”

You scoffed, “No kidding.”

“I think we both could help each other out. Did you know why we thought of you as a suitable bride for my foolish son?”

You just stared daggers into him. He stepped so close to you that you could smell whiskey on his breath.

“We own your fathers land. You see, your father had so many debts, some from gambling, some from drinking. You know who bailed him out? You’re a smart girl, you can put two and two together.”

“That’s wrong, daddy would never do anything like that.” You said shaking. This criminal was insinuating your father was a bad man and you didn’t take that lightly.

“Oh but you’re wrong young lady, I served with your father in the war, he was quite the rowdy soldier. There’s a lot about your father you don’t know,” he said, pulling out a whiskey decanter and pouring himself a glass. He gulped the double shot of whiskey down like water.

“I like you alot y/n, you’re a smart girl, very smart in fact. I knew eventually, you would figure out that my dear son here is the run of the mill imbecile and not worth marrying.” Patrick started to object to his father’s insults.

“Be quiet boy!” His father snapped at him and Patrick backed down.

“I promise you he’s worth it, if not for companionship, but for your family’s land and for your own future. Do you really want to struggle for the rest of your life? Marry a man for love for him to only disappoint you and leave you destitute? I promise that will not happen if you marry my son. I will make sure of it.”

You were starting to rethink all of your plans, if you didn’t marry Patrick where would your family live? Daddy was disabled from his time in the war and Hank had a new baby to worry about, if they took away the land they would be homeless. Everyone. On the other hand, you would be stuck in a loveless marriage always having to mind yourself, no true friends, just surrounded by illegal riches brought to her by others having to suffer; and that was not sustainable.

That's not the future you wanted, you had already started the wheels in motion and you weren’t about to halt it now.

“No.”

“Excuse me?” For the first time tonight Mr. Armstrong’s composure faltered a bit.

“You heard me, Armstrong. You know, that I know how you maintain your wealth. I’d rather be destitute than have a palace built upon your own moral failures.”

“You self-righteous bitch!” Senator Armstrong threw the heavy whiskey decanter off the side table as he lunged at you. He managed to pin you to the wall by your throat.

You were gasping for air, having the wind knocked out of you. His grip around your throat was tight, you were hyperventilating now.

“Father stop! She’s not worth it! Let her go!” Patrick pleaded with his father.

His father just ignored him and sneered at you. “I’m done with people like you threatening to take away everything I've earned!”

You were clawing at his hands with your nails, “You’ve earned nothing!” You gasped out.

Senator Armstrong threw you to the ground harshly. You tried to scramble away when he picked up a sharp, antique letter opener and stood over you.

“I’m not going to let some little white trash tramp ruin my life.”

You flinched as he was about to strike, when the heavy doors of the study bursted open. Agents flooded in to apprehend Patrick and his father.

“Malcom Armstong you are under arrest for treason and attempted murder, you have the right to remain silent…” The agent’s voices trailed off as you looked around the room in shock.

Leon ran to you and cradled you into his arms.

“Y/N I’m so sorry, it wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Are you okay? What did he do to you?” He said holding you gently as if you two were alone.

You were shaking and unable to get your balance or even talk. Another agent with brown cropped hair walked over to them.

“She’s in shock sir, we should get her checked out by paramedics.”

Leon looked at you sympathetically and looked back at the agent again. “You’re right, take her out of the back entrance. We don’t need more of a show than we already have.”

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You were in the back of the ambulance with a blanket around your shoulders as another agent was taking your statement.

You witnessed a crowd surrounding the squad cars as they were taking Patrick and his father into US Marshall custody.

Suzanne looked disheveled as her once prim updo was now askew as she pleaded with the agents not to take her son and husband. The reporters that were supposed to report on the party were now snapping pictures of the scene, their fancy bulb cameras flashing as other members of high society laughed at her misfortune.

The only ones who seemed concerned were the members of your own family.

You shivered as the reminder of how fragile the life you would have had, was. People who were talking of this party as the social event of the season were now laughing in Suzanne’s face in one of the worst moments of her life.

She deserved it, but it still didn’t feel good to watch.

You were brought out of your thoughts when the agent left and a familiar handsome face came into sight.

“Leon!” You said excitedly.

He came over and sat next to you with a bottle of soda.

“This is for you, you earned this and a thousand more after tonight.” He popped off the cap and handed it to you.

“Thanks Leon.”

“Your statement as well as the other guests of the party that heard the commotion are going to be good enough to keep the Armstrong men away for a long time.” He said putting an arm around you.

“Let’s hope so.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m scared.”

“For what? Everything’s going to be okay, they’re not going to be able to hurt you anymore.” He said rubbing your back.

“Senator Armstrong said something disturbing about my father, he said he didn’t really own the land we live on.”

Leon turned to face you. “You can’t trust anything he says. He was trying to manipulate you. I promise I’ll look into it for you.”

You hugged his neck tightly. “Thank you Leon, for everything.”

He returned your hug.

“Anything for you, Y/n.”

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Leon was right, The Armstrongs didn’t own your family’s land. In fact, after the arrests it was clear the Armstrong’s were in major debt themselves.

Suzanne, lonely and destitute, started selling the family’s possessions. She quickly moved out of town to be “with family in her time of need.”

Word got out that you had played an active role in the investigation and apprehension of Patrick and Malcolm. Reporters would flock to the farm and loiter around just to get a glimpse of the young lady who helped “save the state of Georgia.”

Eventually, the reporters’ harassment became so bad you had to have an onsite police officer, and Leon was happy to volunteer for the job.

Leon spent the next few days following the incident patrolling your family’s land. Your family started to warm up to Leon, even your mother.

One Sunday, your mother invited Leon to stay for dinner, which was a big deal; usually, only immediate family members were invited to dinner.

The night was enjoyable with daddy talking happily about his time in the service and Leon talking about working in the Nation’s capital.

The table grew quiet when Leon broke the news that he had to go back to accept a higher position with the FBI. He had earned his spot for his work on the Armstrong sting and would be moving back to Washington D.C.

You felt your heart drop at the news, but you were happy for him.

“Leon, it feels like we’re just getting to know you,” Mama said sadly. “Are you sure you’re heading back so soon?”

“Yes ma’am, unfortunately duty calls. I will miss your family’s hospitality.”

“It’s alright son, I remember those days,” Daddy said to Leon. “Feel free to keep in touch if you ever come back to Springfield county.”

“Of course, I plan to.”

That night, you were at your regular meeting spot, unsure if Leon would meet you there. You were about to go back to the house, when familiar headlights rolled up behind you.

Leon walked out of the car and jogged over to you.

“You’re late.” You said sardonically.

“I’m sorry sweet girl. Would you forgive me if I told you I have good news?”

Your heart fluttered and you were stunned. He was definitely leaving, what good news could he possibly have?

Leon pulled out an envelope and handed it to you. It was plain white but it was addressed to you.

“Well open it!” He said grinning excitedly.

You fumbled the envelope in your hands, ripping it open. The official “NASA” letterhead was printed on the top of the page. You thought you were going to pass out. They were offering you an internship at their headquarters in D.C.

“Leon, how did you manage this? I didn’t submit any of my work!”

Leon smiled mischievously. “I may have pulled a string or two, when I mentioned who you were and a certain former secretary of mine left samples of her work in the office.”

You were shocked. “I don’t know if I deserve this, I feel like I’ll just mess it up, surely there’s someone more deserving,” you stammered out.

He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close. “Baby, you deserve this more than anyone I know.”

You blushed, this was the first time Leon called you by a pet name.

“Thank you Leon, I don’t know what to say.”

“Say that you’ll come with me, I’ll promise to take care of you. I’ll prove to your parents I’ll keep you safe.”

“Is this your way of making things official, Leon?”

He smiled and cradled your face in his hand, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

“Yes, if you’ll have me too.”

You leaned up and kissed him, enveloping him in a passionate kiss. Leon couldn’t hold himself back and deepened the kiss.

For the first time, you felt a fire in your belly, you couldn’t deny the attraction and wanted to take things further.

You let your fingers wander to his chest and Leon moaned into your mouth. He took this as an invitation to start kissing at the nape of your neck and you let out a whimper of pleasure.

Leon abruptly stopped.

“Maybe we should continue this back at my place, would you be okay with that?” He asked, his face flushed.

You nodded enthusiastically.

The ride felt like hours, the sexual tension building between you two. He couldn’t keep his hands off you, grazing his fingers along your bare thighs. You had never felt so attracted to anyone before, the fire in your belly was getting more intense and it was starting to become painful.

When you arrived at Leon’s small home, the two of you wasted no time continuing where you left off. After a couple of minutes of heavy petting and kissing you broke off.

“Leon, I want you.” You managed out in between kisses.

“Are you sure you want to do this with me?”

You kissed him roughly. “Didn’t you just hear me? I want you, I want you to be my first.”

It was his turn to blush. “If you’re sure.” He went to his bedside table and grabbed a small square foil packet.

Suddenly you felt nervous again. Leon must have sensed this because he kissed your forehead sweetly.

“We can stop anytime you want, I won’t be upset, okay?”

You just nodded.

He crawled on top of you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, bring him closer as he started to kiss the sensitive skin of your neck and your collarbones.

You shivered as you started to shrug off the top of your dress. Leon noticed and started to help you out of the flimsy fabric restraints.

You felt exposed as you instinctively covered yourself with your hands.

Leon smiled at you. “You’re too sweet, here I’ll make you feel less self conscious.” He started to unbutton his shirt and revealed his chiseled body. He looked like one of the Greek statues you saw at the art museum in Atlanta. He was perfect and you wanted to be completely enveloped in him.

You removed your hands from your breasts and shivered at the cold air hitting your skin.

The feeling was short lived as Leon brought his large warm hands to your breasts and began to massage them.

You moaned out, not expecting the sensation to arouse you as much as it did.

He kissed you again, “You like that baby?”

You just shook your head aggressively, you were suddenly too timid to speak.

“Don’t get shy on my now baby, we're just getting started.” He said as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it softly.

You squeezed his bicep tightly, you wanted more. You instinctively opened your legs so he could move closer to you.

He started to Kiss down your abdomen lingering in the area where your lower belly meets your pelvis, scattering the sensation along the area.

You began to Intuitively arch your back to bring your most sensitive parts to him. His teasing was causing your core to ache.

“Leon please,” you pleaded, you were unsure of what you wanted, all you knew was that whatever it was, Leon would know.

“Be patient baby, I have to make sure you’re ready for me first.”

He brought his fingers to gently remove the thin fabric of your panties off your thighs.

You were left completely exposed to him, just how you imagined.

“You are so beautiful, I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

You leaned up to kiss him. “Same to you.”

He wasted no time finding your sensitive clit, the sensation of someone else stimulating your most sensitive and intimate area was intense. You leaned back and tried to relax, to experience the pleasure fully.

“That’s my good girl, let me take care of you.” Leon said kissing your inner thigh. You were closing in on your first orgasm and your lower body twitched as the waves of pleasure hit you.

You moaned Leon’s name as you felt your body spasm uncontrollably.

“That’s it, I want you nice and ready for me baby.” He said putting a thick digit into you.

You were so right around his finger. You had never tried to feel yourself down there. You heard the girls at school talking about it, but you were always too embarrassed to even try.

“Baby, you’re so tight. You might not be able to take me.”

“Leon, please, I want you in me.” You moaned. You didn’t care if it hurt at first, you just wanted to be close to him and for him to feel the same pleasure you were experiencing. It was only fair.

“If you say so, but I need you to come one more time for me and we’ll try.”

“Yes sir.”

He smile at you and pet your hair. “Be careful baby, I like the sound of that a little too much.”

He inserted two fingers inside of you, stretching your tight opening, while stimulating your clit. You moaned in pain and pleasure as you tried to adjust to his size.

He whispered sweet nothings to you and it took a little bit longer, but you came again, this time around his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out of you revealing your slick around him.

“I think you’re ready for the real thing baby.”

He grabbed the little square packet from earlier and opened it up. He undid his pants revealing his entire naked body to you.

You couldn’t help but blush, never seeing a man fully naked in the flesh. Leon seemed to be perfect in every way.

He leaned down and kissed up your neck to your cheeks sweetly. He gently laid you down on the pillows, and entertained himself into you.

He leaned his face close to you that your noses almost touched. “Are you ready?”

“Yes I am, I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“If you insist, baby. Just tell me if you need to stop.”

Leon sat back up and aligned his tip with your tight entrance. He slowly pushed himself in. Your face contorted in slight discomfort and anxiety.

“Do you want me to go slower? Or would you want me to just rip the bandaid off?”

“I think I just want to get the hard part over with.” You answered honestly.

“If you insist, babe.” He said and thrusted half of his length into you.

You squealed, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of something that deep inside of you, your vagina stretched to accommodate his size. You were grabbing at his forearms, tense.

“Let me know when you’re ready for me to keep going sweetheart, you’re doing great.” He said assuringly, littering you with gentle kisses.

“I’m ready, I can handle it.” You said, half believing yourself.

“I know you can, baby girl.”

He began to thrust slowly into you. The burning sensation slowly turned into pure pleasure, the new sensation of having someone inside of you was exciting.

It was so erotic, you didn’t care. You couldn’t have picked a better partner for your first time. You were experiencing so much pleasure you hadn’t realized when Leon’s thrusts became shallow.

“Mmm, baby I’m gonna cum,” he panted out.

“I want you inside me when you cum.” You pleaded, you knew he was wearing a condom and you didn’t want the moment to end so abruptly.

He said nothing as he lifted your legs behind your knees and began to thrust into you, this time rougher. You loved it, he was hitting your innermost parts and wasn’t holding back.

He had given so much of himself to you, the feeling of your body giving him pleasure felt gratifying, the thought of it alone pushed you to your third orgasm.

Your body twitched around him, causing him to climax, his member thrusting into your now overstimulated body.

He remained inside of you for a short time before pulling out and discarding the used condom.

The two of you laid in silence embracing before you broke the silence.

“That was amazing.”

He leaned over to you. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Liked it? I loved it. No wonder Patrick was a tail chaser.”

Leon laughed out loud.

“I’m glad we don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

“Me too,” you said thoughtlessly.

“What’s on your mind baby?” Leon said, pulling you to look into your eyes.

“Do you think we have a chance of making it? You’re not going to get bored of me that we’ve slept together?” You asked innocently.

He embraced you. “Y/N, I love you. I wouldn’t just abandon you after everything I put you through.”

“You really mean that? You love me Leon?”

He kissed you passionately. “I do, I just hope

you feel the same.” He looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Of course, I love you too, and I won’t ever stop.”

The two of you held each other until you fell asleep in each other's arms.

#resident evil fanfiction #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil infinite darkness #resident evil alternate universe

[barleyo]

Love Machine. (Part Two)

Android! Leon Kennedy X Fem! Reader

A/N: Sorry for the wait! It took me a while to brainstorm ideas for this. Plus, I’ve been super busy lately! However, I have been trying to keep myself out of another hiatus, so, here I am with another fic! Hope you all enjoy, I love you all a whole bunch :)

Wordcount: 1.6K

Tags: Oral (m receiving), face fucking, rough sex, p in v, spit play, hair pulling, sex doll/android, slight degradation, kinda some objectification (?)

Leon became a permanent fixture in (Y/N)’s sex life. She had practically disregarded every other toy she had; none of the cute, little vibrators in her top drawer could do the job for her anymore. She needed something real– well, sort of real.

The longer she owned him, the more attached she got to him, and the less ashamed she became of having him in her possession. She even started to see him as more of a boyfriend, going as far as to keep him almost always on, allowing him to walk around her home freely. 

“Can I? I mean, I don’t know if it’ll do anything for you, but….” (Y/N) was already on her knees, sitting right between Leon’s legs while he sat on the plush couch’s cushion.

“Everything you do does something for me,” he quickly interrupted, running his hand over the cold metal of his belt buckle, a shining addition to the pants she had found for him soon after bringing him home. “Everything.”

Her hands flew up to replace his own. Using the pad of her thumb, she forked the belt open and unzipped his pants. His cock was already stiff and unconstrained, with no boxers to cover the length.

“Ah,” her lips parted slightly at the sight and her tongue darted out quickly to wet them. 

Leon wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it lazy strokes, watching as her eyes focused on the leaking head. “Hm? Look, it’s ready for you,” he said, a huff escaping his nose as he held back a chuckle.

She tried to lean forward to place a lick over the top, but he stopped her. His hand gripped her hair gently and forced her to look up at him. 

“Hey, I’ll guide you, yeah?”

(Y/N) nodded and felt him loosen his grip, but still keep her in place with his hand. Taking the other hand, he smeared the head of his cock over her lips, coating them in a thin sheen of his pre. Her tongue slipped out again, tasting the glossy saltiness, and keeping her tongue out for him.

“Oh, that’s cute, baby. Keep that tongue out for me.”

Leon tapped his heavy tip on her tongue, smiling inwardly at how she tried to curve her tongue to coerce the full length into her mouth. He complied and pushed her head down quickly. Her throat constricted around his cock for a moment before she adjusted. 

She looked at him through her eyelashes as her spit started to dribble down his length and down her chin. Her jaw already ached at how wide her mouth had been split to fit him, but she powered through, eyebrows drawing together and eyes pricking with tears. Pressing her head down one more time before letting her go, he groaned at the tight, warm, wet fluttering of her throat, desperate for air.

“Christ, Leon,” she said with a choked gasp, “didn’t know it’d be that rough.”

“Rough? (Y/N), you don’t even know what rough feels like, you big baby,” Leon said with a dry laugh, clearly trying to get a reaction out of her.

“Yes, I do, and that was it.” She rose up and sat over one of his thighs, wrapping her arms over his shoulders and wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. “Couldn’t even breathe.”

“Well, if you really wanna have the air knocked outta you,” he teased, slightly moving his head and turning to show his dial the best he could. 

“Oh, hell no, you already wear me out enough as it is, Leon.”

“Aw, c’mon, I bet you’ll like it, if you try it.” He tilted his head to the side and offered her the dial again.

(Y/N) pursed her lips for a second while she thought and hovered her fingers over the dial. “Okay, but you have to at least try to be easy with me.” She bit the bullet and switched the dial to rough mode. 

“No promises.”

Leon’s eyes blanked out for a split second, and a red light flashed out from them as he rebooted. For a moment, they just looked at each other, and he only acted when she tried to call out to him.

“Leon–?”

“Been too easy on you, baby.” He pushed her off of his lap and onto the couch, trapping her under his weight. “You getting soft on me? Can’t handle it when ‘m a lil mean?”

“N–no, Leon,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes averted from his. His gaze felt stronger now, she could feel him piercing through her with every look.

“Don’t lie to me. You can’t even look me in my eyes, can you? Hey,” he called, gripping her chin and making him look at him again. “Look at me when I talk to you, you know better, hon.”

She tried to respond, but she couldn’t force herself to. Her mouth and eyes went dry. Leon sighed, his breath short and warm as he pulled her body down to the other end of the couch.

“If you won’t talk, I’ll use your mouth ‘til you have somethin’ to say.” He hovered over her face with his thighs on either side of her head. Without any hesitation, Leon bottomed out in her throat, feeling the back of it. It was smooth and warm against his shaft, and the squeezing of (Y/N)’s choked gurgling only prompted him to fuck it harder. “Oh,” he chuckled darkly, “there, sweet girl. Got such a nice mouth, feels so good wrapped around me. Could use you like this forever.”

She reached up and grabbed onto the thick muscle of one of his thighs, bracing herself for his pace. He pulled out after a moment, moving down so that he had her trapped still, legs caging around her hips. She whined and coughed a bit, grimacing at Leon’s smirking face. 

“All that cryin’ n’ moaning needs to stop, baby. Are y’ready to be a big, tough girl f’me?”

(Y/N)’s voice was croaking and wheezy as she spoke. “Yes, I can do it– can be good for you,” she said.

“Good.” Leon was already pulling her pants off of her, tossing them far over his shoulder. He placed her legs over his waist and slotted himself between them. He let his thumb trail over her clit, just barely touching it. His other hand gripped and held her hips down while she tried to inch them up into his whispering touches. “No, stop all that. I’ll give you what I think you need.” He added a bit more pressure, enough to have the full pad of his thumb pressed against the little bud.

“Please, I need more. Can you fuck me, please?” She impatiently wrapped her legs closely around him, forcing his hand away from her cunt, but pressing his cock right against it. 

“You’re so needy, baby,” he cooed, giving into her and rutting his tip through her slick. “How bad do you want it, huh? How bad?”

“S–so bad, fuck, c’mon, don’t tease me.”

He pressed his lips against hers roughly, gnashing their teeth together and slipping his tongue over hers. There was no softness in the exchange, only rough, red-hot pleasure. Leon finally pushed inside of her. She gasped at the intrusion, despite her begging, the feeling of him pushing into her cunt was unexpected. He fucked into her mouth with his tongue while he started to burry himself deep inside of her. 

Pulling away from the kiss, Leon was slowly pulling in and out of (Y/N)’s pussy, observing how her face contorted. “Open, (Y/N).” 

Her eyebrows were furrowed a bit, a reaction to the sudden sharp thrust from him. She parted her lips and let a moan bubble in her chest when she felt his spit hit her tongue. 

“Swallow. Swallow, dirty girl,” he urged, eyes glued to her mouth as he watched her hold it in her mouth greedily. She swallowed it and opened her mouth again to him, showing him the proof. “Good girl, you listen to me so well when you want to,” he said, caressing her face softly. 

She nodded and bit down on her bottom lip. A soft, content sigh left her. Leon was being relatively gentle with her, until he felt a sharp squeeze from her walls.

“How’re you already close? I haven’t hardly done anything to you,” Leon said, trailing his hands down to her waist. He held onto her sides, hard enough to bruise later, and moved her body down on his cock, sliding her up and down like a toy. “If you’re gonna cum, you might as well cum nice n’ hard, yeah?” 

He didn’t wait for an answer, and instead scooped her into his arms briefly while he laid on his back. She sat, straddling him, waiting for him to move her body. She took possession of his shoulder, digging her nails into the skin while he brought her hips up and down, bringing her to the very tip of his cock, and slamming her back to the base with brutal strokes. 

She couldn’t last very long, soon throwing her head over his shoulder and gripping his blonde hair in her fingers, pulling at his scalp tightly with a deep, guttural moan. Thin globs of her arousal dripped down his cock and onto the couch, leaving wet spots over the fabric. 

“Oh, that was a good one,” he said, feeling his cock kick in her, prodding at her g-spot and overstimulating her. He shifted his hips upward in a ruthless strike against her tender, abused pussy. 

“Fuck, Leon, too much,” she mewled, leaning back to look at him again. Her face was flushed and sweaty, eyes heavy and lidded from her orgasm. 

“No such thing,” he said, pushing her down on the couch again, holding her weak arms above her head and rutting into her. “This time, I wanna see your cute lil’ face when you cum. Can you do that for me? Hm, baby?”

#barleyxnighteye #fanfiction #smut #smutfic #x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil x reader #resident evil #re2 leon #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #leon scott kennedy #alternate universe #fanfic

[asetamago]

Winterfield week - Day 2: College AU

#winterfieldweek2024 #winterfield week 2024 #winterfield week #winterfield #ethan winters #chris redfield #resident evil #alternate universe #my art #artists on tumblr #idk if i drew highschool au instead of college but who cares #no no im sorry if i did mistook it

[wherethewolfsbaneblooms]

Jarl Dimitrescu Resident Viking AU. Coming soon…

#lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady alcina x reader #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil #viking au #reader insert #alternate universe #digital art #procreate #historical au #smut #lots of impending smut

[lovelywingsart]

A bit of the Gorgon and the God uwu She absolutely liked the snakes before she liked him, she probably punched him in the shoulder to get him to stay still so she could pamper them

I like to think they enjoy the heat from her skin so they've got no problem being 'held'~

I also accidentally made this a Size Difference thing but yknow what fuck it, I'm keeping it

//Part of Karls design is absolutely inspired by @heraxic s version of him (apologies for the tag again...!), though I may try to sketch out a few ideas of my own <3 I still want to incorporate my Karls missing leg, but I loved the wings/tail too much for him so I'm going to torture myself//

#re8 Metalworks #oc #resident evil #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil oc #resident evil village oc #re8 oc #karl heisenberg #heisenberg #heisenberg x oc #karl heisenberg x oc #au #alternate universe #greek myth au #re8 greek myth au #lovelywingsocs #lovelywingsart

[semiweirdshipper]

Altering Wesker's personality to make him an emotional supporter.

Usually I write this process on paper when I need to work on a slashers personality, but I wanted to share it with you guys so you could get an idea on how I turn the bad guys into emotional supporters.

So when it comes to working on the slashers' personalities, I always try to find a way to make them each more kind, sympathetic, supportive and likable while still somewhat staying true to their unique personality traits. Normally this process comes easy. I've never really struggled much with altering a slashers personality....

Until prince blondy bitch came into the picture that is.

Yes, this rip-off Corey Hart makes me wanna hit the snooze button in my brain every time I think about him. He's just so DIFFICULT and his personality is extremely unattractive to me. But I have him put down for future roles in billions of my fics and drabbles, so mentally I can't ignore him. I've gotta work on his personality and turn him into a proper emotional supporter.

Let's break down those traits, shall we?

Prince blondy is-

- narcissistic

- controlling

- manipulative

- dishonest

- powerful

- sadistic

- cunning

- polite only when he wants to be or if he's trying to manipulate someone

- disloyal

- teases and taunts people.

- gets jealous and loses his temper.

- gets bored of his friends and romantic partners

- views most people as insignificant and lesser than him.

- backstabbing attitude

- merciless

- gets bored easily and abandons people and/or projects.

- rude.

- does not value people for who they are but rather the benefits they can provide him with. Once someone is no longer valuable to him, he either runs away or kills them.

Yeah.... He's a real tough one. There's not a lot of positivity going on with this one. He's got every unattractive trait from A to Z. Imagining him as a supporter is like trying to walk on needles.

So what do I do during hard times like these? I make the positivity myself. I alter his bitch traits and give him some positive ones.

Altered Wesker

- Let's make him narcissistic still but with the ability to accept competition and rivalry without getting jealous or murderous.

- let's make him honest. Brutal honesty or keeping his mouth shut is better than lying.

- He hates unfinished business and will not abandon anyone or anything without explaining himself first.

- he can be manipulative but only during serious situations.

- He owns up to his failures, mistakes and misunderstandings. (There's nothing more attractive than a person who can admit they're wrong).

- he is still very intelligent, strong and powerful.

- He's still obsessed with uroboros and will murder, but he's more empathetic and less sadistic. He won't murder people he cares about.

- uses his honesty to defend his loyalty.

- has a high standard for people he considers worthy of his time. These worthy people will receive his kindness, consideration and attention.

- Likes independence, trust and dependability. These are traits he seeks in a partner.

- still egotistical and holds himself in high regard.

That's just some of the traits I'm giving him to make him more supportive. Now for a little bit of writing. Albert Wesker x reader headcanons. These help me get an even deeper understanding of his personality.

Original/unaltered: Wesker x reader.

Wesker enters the breakroom and notices you sitting at a table. You looked horrible; your hair messy, your eyes dark and your outfit wrinkled. What a ghastly sight for him to walk in on. You should do a better job keeping yourself in proper shape.

Focused on ignoring you, Wesker made his way to the coffee machine on the other side of the room. His brow twitched in frustration at the sound of your pitiful "morning sir". Of course he couldn't go without drawing your worthless attention.

"(y/n)," He answered flatly, his back facing you, "Don't you have morning patrol?"

"Leon switched me," You answered, "I had a really long night last night. It was rough..."

"Excuses, excuses," Wesker glared at the bitter taste of his coffee. Why couldn't things just be the way he wanted them to be? "Allowing your personal life to get in the way of your job is insubstantial. Do better next time."

You remained silent, soon finishing your beverage and rising up to leave.

Wesker didn't notice nor did he care.

Altered/my version: Wesker x reader. (same situation)

Wesker entered the breakroom and immediately noticed you sitting in your lonesome at a table. You looked exhausted and unkempt, the expression on your face tired and miserable. Hm, he wondered what was wrong. Normally you were well dressed and always upbeat.

"(y/n)," He addressed as he slowly walked past you, turning his head to meet your eyes.

Despite your situation, you still managed a smile at him, your body lifting and your voice kind, "Oh, morning sir. How're you doing today?"

He always respected how considerate and proper you were even during difficult times. "I'm doing well. And you?" He continued to give glances to you as he fixed himself some coffee.

"I'm fine," You say softly, "Just a rough night."

Ah, so it was something personal most likely. "I see you swapped positions with Kennedy. I'd rather not have short notices like this in the future. After you're finished here, meet me in my office and we will discuss what you are going through."

You smiled weakly and blushed. Wesker always knew when something was wrong, and he was always so quick to provide any care he possibly could. He really was a good boss.

That morning, Wesker sat with you in the breakroom.

Aaaannnnnndddd.... Emotional support slasher born. BOOM!

The reason why I have so much trouble writing prince blondy is because I really don't like him. His personality is like a smelly trashcan to me and if I ever met him in real life I'd kick him in the balls so hard his motherless grandkids would feel it. But creating these writing templates helps me to view him underneath a different light. It's how I build personalities and familiarize them.

I've done this process on paper for multiple killers. I just thought it would be fun to share with you how I altered personalities to write my stories.

#slasher fanfiction #resident evil fanfiction #dead by daylight fanfiction #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #alternate universe #emotional support slashers #Wesker is such a pain in the arithmetics #I said I was gonna be more open and share my crap #So here I am #I'm sharing my crap #And it's probably going to backfire