#not to be confused with leon scott kennedy

[nostalgiachan]

1, 2, 6, and 25 for leon & anima!!

[for those who don't quite remember my undead babies]

What clan is your OC?

Leon is Toreador, Anima is Ravnos

2. What faction is your OC? Do they conform to a group or are they independent?

Leon is part of the Las Vegas Camarilla, though he tries not to get involved with all their wacky vampire war shenanigans (beyond being an excellent source of scuttlebutt).

Anima, meanwhile, is Autarkis - while she's on good terms with Anarchs in the area and will help Cammies if it benefits her/she has to/they ask real nicely, her only real alliance is to her own family.

6. What was their relationship to their sire? Were they close in any way or mere strangers?

Leon had met his sire, Marina, at a few Seattle warehouse raves.

Anima was her sire, the Viscount Casimiro's, captive, simply a means to an end to lift his own vampiric curse.

25. How often do they cause a masquerade breach?

Leon, for his part, is usually good about not breaching; he's got a nice little club that brings him plenty of snacks, and even if he finds himself in a position where he has to Be a Vampire in Public, it's easy to explain away weird shit when you live in Las Vegas.

Anima, however, didn't reach 250+ years of age by not having her shit together.

[leonw4nter]

My Daddy Forever, You’ll Always Be

ID!Leon + GN!Child

Dad suffered a lot. Uncle Chris or Aunt Claire tells me just how much he suffered and how he continues to suffer. No one had to tell me that my dad pushed all the suffering back and didn’t feel into them just to take care of me, even when the scrape on my knee was nothing compared to the fracture in his collarbone or the swelling of his eye. I do my best to be there for him, reminding him to celebrate birthdays or find happiness in the mundane like coloring books but I guess even that isn’t enough to fill the mom-shaped hole she left in his heart. No one’s going to fit in there, not even me, and I don’t think dad wants anyone to fill it in and that’s okay because I have a mom-shaped hole in my heart too, even if I only know how mom looks based on pictures in the frames and photo albums dad loved to look at.

On every birthday he has, we always prepare two candles– one for him and one for mom, even if they don’t share a birthday (they’re six months apart). Dad always sadly sighs when he blows out her candle; I think he hates doing that. I hate observing that though they were born a few months apart, they’re even more apart now that one of them is still on Earth while the other is in heaven now. Despite the fact that I sort of killed mom by being born fussy, Dad still loves me and does his best to be present in my life. He knows which dresses to buy and doesn’t mind wearing make up, even when the lipstick is smeared or if some powder got into his eyes. Sometimes I think he’s trying to make up by treating me well because I look like the splitting image of my mom and he’s trying to suppress the guilt every time he sees me but I don’t mind; he lost a woman who’s been around in his life longer than I have been. He lets me sleep in his and mom’s room sometimes, letting me sleep in what he said was her side of the bed. If we both couldn’t sleep, he could talk about anything and everything but her. There was one time where I told him that my classmate’s mom remarried after her dad died in service and that she was happy and I asked him if that would make him happier.

���Marriage is how you know that your love persevered through tough times. A second marriage is proof of how you were willing to give yourself another chance to love. I don’t think I can marry again because I know I won’t be able to love someone else as much as I fiercely love your mother,” was all he said before I turned to face him, his chest shaking slightly and tears streamed down his stubbly cheek. I apologized to him and quietly promised that I won’t ever make dad cry again and that I would do my best to make sure dad stayed happy.

Dad isn’t very keen on writing; he’d much rather install a tile and get dirt underneath nails he maintained than write on several pieces of paper back to back but I notice that he began buying stationery in order to write letters but those letters were never sent. He keeps them in a womens’ shoe box and occasionally takes a letter out to read as he quietly cries to himself. On the night of what would be five years since mom left us, I woke up in the middle of the night to find dad’s side of the bed empty. I got up and saw him sitting on the floor as he hugged the shoe box close to his chest.

“Will we ever see each other again? How long until you’ll come back to me and our daughter?” was what I heard as he continued to cry. I have heard Dad cry but never as gut-wrenching as this. I continued to watch him cry, tears of my own spilling and I felt bad for him. Aunt Claire told me that dad never showed fear when he was at work, shooting and defeating the bad guys but whenever he looked at me, there would always be a small tinge of fear in his eyes. She said that he just didn’t want me to see the world the way he saw it, whatever that meant. I couldn’t take it and I ended up sobbing, maybe as hard as dad did. He heard me and got up, walking over to where I was hiding. He lifted me and hugged me tight, pressing kisses to my hair and repeatedly apologizing for being a little too loud when I was sleeping. If only Dad saw that he had nothing to apologize for but how could he see that when the splitting image of his wife is me and my face reminds him of what he gained and lost on that day?

I hope Dad doesn’t beat himself up for losing what he had left of mom. I hope he doesn’t feel sad whenever he sees another dad with his wife bonding with their daughter in a park. I hope he doesn’t cry whenever it’s his birthday and he pokes a third candle into his cake. I hope he doesn’t consider himself a bad father because I would rather live a short life with dad than a long life without him. It made me sad how dad would never see me in a wedding gown and would probably never walk me down the aisle or have our daddy-daughter dance; after we watched the movie Father of the Bride and seeing dad get all emotional about it, it kind of made me a little happy to image dad being so excited for me. I hope he will be kind to himself and let himself experience happiness. I hope that God would let me be reborn as dad’s best friend so I can help him get through what he went through. He would’ve been a pleasure to walk to school with. Hmm. Maybe he’d be the type to remind the teacher of homework.

NOTE - Sorry for dropping this short and mid ass fic, I just had to hop on my computer and write this one bc I came across this one wedding tiktok where the dad sees his daughter who's getting married for the first time and I cried then suddenly remembered I wrote an angsty fic where Leon's kid dies and I decided to add this as the kid's POV. I was too sad okay I just HAD to write one up but looking back at it, now that I'm not that sad, it's actually... ehh. A for effort, I guess. Anyways, that's it and thank you SOOOOOO much for reading my fics, it means a lot to me :) I <33333 UUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!

The dividers are from @saradika , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

[owliellder]

honestly, i've been thinking and after i finish up the finer details i'm really, like REALLY feeling another kind of fantasy fic with leon cause i need some more outlandish shit

like what if leon was from ancient greece (cause that man is, in fact, sculpted like a greek statue) and the reader is something random like a cute lil satyr who's been stealing grapes from the vineyard like a pest.

i don't know im having a hankering for historical/mythological stuff. LET ME KNOW what y'all craving i need to cook something yummy up in terms of Leon S Kennedy

[polarisbibliotheque]

Survivor's Blood (Leon x Reader) - Chapter 5

Survivor's Blood

Pairing: Leon x Reader

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 (you are here!)

Summary: After Raccoon City, Leon became the only Government agent with that kind of expertise. With relentless training, he was now a Special Agent - again, on his first day in the job. He just didn’t expect to live Raccoon City all over again… Maybe Leon was fated to always have the worst first-days-at-work ever.

Age Restriction: 18+. It’s horror, so expect a lot of graphic violence and blood dripping from this. I mean, VERY GRAPHICAL VIOLENCE. Nothing we haven’t seen on RE, but still. Yee been warned

TRIGGER WARNING: Bloody hospital. Really. Bloody, horror movie hospital :|

Author’s notes: Took some time, but hey, we're here!! Funfact: I have this extention on my browser that changes some words of what I'm reading to a target language I'm wanting to learn, and now Magical Donuts appear in my browser as Magical Beignets. I absolutely adored it and I might re-read everything just to laugh at the random French words being thrown here.

I hope you like how it's turning out!! A lot more to come!! And thank you so much for reading and being around ^^

Chapter 5

Hospital Arklay Hill, April 29th, 2001 – 22h03

The way to the hospital was a lot quieter than any of you could have anticipated. The rule was to save ammo and move without drawing attention, always trying to get to the hospital as fast as possible. Even though you were in Leon’s schedule, you still considered yourselves late.

You followed with Leon leading the way, as agreed. He dreaded the possibility of you getting caught by surprise if you were ahead of him – even if you said you knew your way around guns, Leon had a certain trauma of losing people in situations like the one you found yourselves in.

“Y/n. Can you talk to Valerie?” As soon as you found shelter behind an ambulance tumbled in the street, he finally talked to you. “We’re almost there.”

“Yeah, I can.” You started fumbling with the radio, its only purpose to communicate with the hospital survivors. You spoke with no answer for a while until you heard a hiss in response, fixing the frequency so you could hear it better. “Valerie? Can you hear me well?”

“Hi, y/n? Yes! Yes, I can!” The woman was clearly smiling, being washed by the happiness of knowing you didn’t abandon them. “How are you? Did you meet Leon?”

“Yeah, he’s here with me.”

“Hey, we’re almost there, Valerie.” Leon sat by your side, close enough so you touched shoulders. You kept the radio near your faces, making you both lean into it a little so you didn’t have to speak too loud.

“We need to know where you are in the hospital.” You added, glancing quickly at Leon. “And if you can go to a place where the extraction will be easier.”

“I don’t know if we can… I don’t even know where an easier place would be in here.” Valerie sighed, speaking in a lower voice tone while the other survivors argued about something else. “Almost all the patients got affected by this… I don’t know… Epidemics? I don’t even know how to call it.” She shook her head, sitting in the corner of the room so she could guarantee a little peace. “We managed to lock ourselves in one of the exam rooms; it’s not that hard to get here… After the reception, you need to turn right and then left in a long corridor. In this corridor, there’ll be a lot of doors: the third one to the right, you’ll get into a restricted area, the corridor to the exam rooms. We are in the…” And Valerie took a few seconds, mentally counting. “Fifth? Sixth door to the left? Sorry, I can’t remember for sure… But when you get here, we’ll hear you.”

“Hmmm, just a sec…” You had a good memory and Leon was trained to keep a good amount of information, especially in moments like those. But he had no idea of the hospital’s architecture and with that, you could help. “Leon, you wouldn’t happen to have a pen in one of those many magic pockets, would you…?”

Leon furrowed his brows, giving you a funny look as if asking what the hell you were thinking at the same time he scolded your comment about him taking so many things to the field. After Raccoon City, he became stupidly proficient in inventory management in the field and he had a good idea what was useful or not. A map and a pen proved to be crucial when he got stuck in the police department and roaming around the underground laboratory, trying to find everything he needed to leave those places.

So yes, even though he didn’t want to admit, he had a pen that he took off one of his many pockets almost against his will. That only made you smile.

“Thank you, Mary Poppins. You wouldn’t happen to have a piece of paper too, right…?”

Leon rolled his eyes as he took the map he folded enough to fit one of the pockets. Of every nickname he could have had in his lifetime, ‘Mary Poppins’ would be the last he would’ve imagined to be graced with.

“Ok, here we go…” You held the pen cap between your teeth while laying the map on your thighs. Leon could only hold the radio and accept his fate. “Can you repeat it, Valerie? Please?”

As the woman spoke, you drew a little map of the hospital on the back of the city’s map, trying to remember the sizes of the rooms so Leon would have a better idea of the place you were going in – as well as help you remember all the details without having to call Valerie all the time.

“It isn’t that far away from the hospital entrance.” You showed the place in the improvised map. You pointed the path with the pen. “If we clear the way from the entrance to the exam room, we won’t have to go in deeper and, with a little luck, we’ll be able to leave with no further problems.”

“Hmmm…” Leon analyzed the drawing. You were right, but… “There are other rooms along the way, right?” You just nodded in response. “There’s no way for us to know how many zombies are inside each room and if they are open or not. We can clean the way there, but it’s always possible for something to appear along the way.”

“That’s why one of us should lead the way and the other should be on the back, as we’re doing right now.”

“Ok. I’ll go ahead when we get there and, when we’re leaving, I’ll be on the back and you’ll lead.” Leon checked how many bullets he had left on his handgun – up until that moment, he didn’t see a use for the shotgun but that was about to change. He could feel it. “I think it’s worse if something we don’t know follow us from the inside of the hospital than another zombie crossing our already cleared path.”

“Fair enough.” You agreed more so you wouldn’t argue than anything else: you had lots of arguments to state you were more than capable of dealing with whatever creature that appeared from the insides of the hospital, but you could delay that argument.

“I need to warn you…” Again, Valerie lowered her voice. She was quiet for a while, considering if she would continue the warning. “I’m not sure what I saw. But I think… I think I saw… Something… Different from the people who were infected. Horrible. It looked like it was out of a horror movie…

“What was it, Valerie?” Up until that moment, Leon had reasons to believe what happened in that city was the result of a virus outbreak, but other creatures? Raccoon City was used as a laboratory, but New Setosa? Was it a field test? Whose? Umbrella’s? A lot of questions crossed his head at the same time; and none had an answer. “Can you describe it to me?”

“No. I can’t.” The woman’s answer was adamant. “I closed my eyes and remained quiet. But it looked like… An animal. That thing couldn’t be human. It wasn’t human.

“How many are there?”

“I don’t know either. I just saw one and when I realized it was far, I ran the fastest I could and didn’t leave this room anymore.” She remained in silence while you both waited patiently. “Out of everything that’s out there, that’s what I’m afraid the most.”

“We’ll find a way. If we find one of these things along the way, we’ll manage.” You had certainty in your voice, making Leon discreetly look at you. It was incredible how you remained brave, even if apparently – even when you had all the reasons to be scared.

As the conversation came to an end, you went back to your walk towards the hospital – now you could see the big, white building with green windows in the distance; the luminous sign with the letters spelling “Hospital Arklay Hill” was clearly stained with blood and some of them had a hard time shining, twinkling among the darkness of that night.

“Do you know what she was talking about, Leon?” Your question was quiet, following him as fast as you could without attracting a horde of zombies.

“I’m not sure…” He glanced quickly over his shoulders. “I saw a lot of things that couldn’t be considered human in Raccoon, that’s why I asked her to describe it to me. It’d be easier if we went in knowing what we’ll find, but the virus affects people in different ways: some become undead, others mutate into things that could easily come out of a horror movie.”

That made you think in silence – it wasn’t just Leon who had his doubts about what was going on in New Setosa. Initially, everyone thought it was a sudden epidemics of a virus attacking the nervous system: some people were quarantined in the hospital, until it started to spread – you had never seen a disease that spread so quickly. You also had never seen a pandemics, but that’s how you imagined an epicenter to be: non-stop contagion, loss of control and deaths. So many deaths.

You were scared. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were. Your feet didn’t really want to follow your will to move forward – but, if you didn’t go with Leon, he would have to go in alone.

And if you were in his shoes, you wouldn’t want to be alone – as well as if you were one of those people in the hospital, you would want someone to save you. You couldn’t turn back now.

“Are you ok?” Leon checked while taking the map from one of his pockets to make sure you were in the right path and what the objective was. Leon remembered quite well, but he wanted to have a better idea – and maybe, seeing the hospital in the distance, he could understand the proportions of the rooms better. “You’re too quiet all of a sudden.”

“We barely know each other and there you are, already saying I talk too much.” You raised one eyebrow as he just took a deep breath to tell you how wrong you were. “Relax. I know. I just needed to release some tension. We need to go to the second hall and turn in the first corridor.”

“The second hall is through that door, right?” He pointed to a passage closed by a milky glass door, blocking your view of the next room. You nodded in agreement. “Let’s go then. Time to hope we won’t find the thing that worries Valerie.”

With a gesture from his hands, you prepared your gun and, now walking by his side, you quickly followed to the door you hoped would still work. As soon as you approached, the doors glided open enough for just one of you to squeeze through, jamming midway open with a strength that made it tremble. You exchanged looks and Leon crossed to the other side before you, immediately checking the right side of the room as you followed him and checked the left side.

It smelled like death. The hall was big enough to harbor a considerable amount of undead, but you found only three. One of them didn’t seem to understand how to move around the reception desk and let itself free from wherever it was stuck, another was stationary, staring at you both. And the third was banging mercilessly at the vending machine, as if it had swallowed its coin and it didn’t spew out whatever it had bought. The rest, was the classic: dead people torn apart on the floor and chairs, the walls stained in blood.

“We’re running through them?” Your question was valid: you had noticed Leon had a tendency to save each and whatever resource you found or had along the way, so you thought it was better to check before doing anything.

“Hmmm…” Leon thought for a while. Going through was a good option, but it would be a problem if you found anything worse in the corridor. If that was the case, you would be stuck, with problems in the front and in the back. “We don’t know what’s in the corridor, we might get sandwiched between this problem and something worse.”

“I didn’t think of that.” Even if your answer was serious, you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing internally at his choice of words. After all, it wasn’t everyday you heard ‘sandwiched’ in such a serious conversation. “Let’s go then.”

With those words, you pointed your gun to the stationary zombie as Leon followed to the reception. With two certain shots, you both wiped out those zombies, drawing the attention of the third one, who slowly turned around and finally reached out to you, dragging itself as you met Leon in the middle of the room once more. With coordinated shots, the vending machine zombie was exterminated.

“If I knew you’d shoot as well, I’d have saved the bullet.” Leon gave you a small smile, making you mirror his expression. “You shoot better than a lot of people I met.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” You answered in a quick laugh, walking by his side towards the long corridor you now needed to cross.

Leon would have asked what you meant with those words, but as soon as you reached the big white doors that blocked the corridor, you fell silent. You were lucky the survivors at least tried to leave and ended up close to the entrance: the place was huge and if they were in the most distant wings, you would have serious problems.

With your backs to the door, each of you on each side, you waited until he nodded in a sign for you to enter. You both pushed the heavy door quickly, pointing the guns as soon as you entered the corridor, ready to shoot the first thing that appeared in front of your eyes.

But there was nothing.

The corridor stretched into a pitch black darkness with broken light bulbs that twinkled in whatever rhythm, humming with the energy that crossed the useless filaments. A couple of bodies were thrown on the floor – at least as far as your eyes could see – chewed by something… Different. The walls had blood stains in shapes of hands, on the floor, feet that tried to flee in despair. Beds, syringes, gloves, hospital paraphernalia… It was all tossed along the way, as if the place was hit by a hurricane – and now, it laid in a heavy silence in the foul air.

In Leon’s experience, that kind of situation was worse than the chaos: when there were screams of despair, you usually knew what was attacking and where the survivors were. When there was only silence, all you could do was to pay attention to whatever noises and hope you wouldn’t be taken by surprise.

“Stay alert.” Leon murmured as low as he could, leading the way. Your steps were calmer and a lot more careful now that you didn’t know what you could find. With his eyes now getting used to the lack of light, Leon found the door Valerie told you about – a little farther than he had expected.

Your steps were quiet behind Leon: even if you knew how to shoot and you wanted to be there, you couldn’t deny he was the best person to lead the way – after all, he was trained to that kind of situation.

You carefully dodged the pools of blood on the floor. You didn’t want to run the risk of slipping and falling over all that mess – you were already sufficiently dirty and all you wanted was a good shower to feel as good as new. As you crossed a good part of the corridor, you approached the first passage to the right that connected that corridor to another hospital wing – through another equally dark corridor.

You would’ve had normally walked by it if you hadn’t heard a strange noise coming from that corridor.

It was like an animal’s hiss. You allowed Leon to keep walking as you turned around to make sure there was nothing else needing rescue.

And it was the first time you saw that.

A creature that looked like it had no skin, with long claws, roaming the corridor with its four paws on the floor; sharp teeth framing a long, menacing tongue. You froze in place, terror filling your eyes. It was the most horrible thing you had ever seen in your life and you didn’t know what to do. Had that thing seen you? Should you shoot?

Before you could make any kind of noise, though, one of Leon’s hands quickly covered your mouth, pulling you towards him. You didn’t resist: with eyes wide open, you turned to him and found Leon with one of his fingers on his own lips so you would remain silent. You nodded frantically and, as he let you go, Leon held one of your hands and started walking as silently as he could so you could reach the door Valerie told you about.

It wasn’t that far away, but it seemed enough for a marathon. You heard that thing sniffing around, paws heavily hitting the floor, chasing you: slowly, calculated, searching for something it knew it was escaping. The claws scratched the hospital floor, the animal hiss louder and louder. You held Leon’s hand with a little more strength.

If you had to choose how to die, it would be by zombie. Never by something like that thing that chased you.

You risked a look above your shoulders, finding that thing finally reaching the spot in the corridor where you were before. There was so little left for you to reach the door. Leon pulled you closer, walking a few last steps to get to the next passage.

You almost said something when you saw that thing jerking its ugly head towards you. Stopping in front of the door, Leon finally looked at it: they were about to be noticed. You were so close. It knew.

Leon looked at you and tried, as best as possible, to tell you through hand signs to run as soon as he opened the door. You nodded in affirmation and, as soon as Leon pushed one of the metal bars to open it, the thing raised its head like a dog, screeching like chalk on a board, viciously running towards you.

“Go!” Leon did his best so you entered the corridor before him, quickly following. To your terror, the thing that chased you was too fast.

Leon wouldn’t be able to get in: having crossed the door, you saw the claws of that thing already prepared to tear his back open – and that would be a huge problem.

As he tried to escape, you didn’t think twice: aiming your gun, you almost emptied it in that thing’s head. You didn’t know how many bullets you needed, nor how many of them were there, and you didn’t even care if you needed to go on in complete silence – you wouldn’t allow that thing to kill Leon in such a stupid manner.

The creature fell heavily on the floor while Leon stumbled into the corridor you found yourself in. That thing’s tongue stretched until almost hitting your feet, as if even in death it wanted to tear you apart.

“What the fuck is this?!” That was the only thing you managed to ask, still staring at that thing with widened eyes, your hands trembling on your gun. You didn’t even have to state the adrenaline shock had been strong.

“Dunno. The guys at the station called it Licker.” Leon took a few deep breaths, a little discombobulated by how you had emptied your gun on the Licker instead of running in despair or screaming for help – saving his life in the process. “The good news, they are as blind as a bat. The bad news, those things smell and hear very well, so we need to be very careful and not make any noises when we see one of them.”

“Hmmm… I remember that name, Claire mentioned it a few times…” You also took a deep breath, giving that thing a last look. “I didn’t think it would be that ugly. And scary.”

“Oh, c’mon. They could win a beauty pageant.” Albeit the seriousness, you could hear a hint of a laugh in the back of his voice as you got back on track.

At least you were lucky enough for that place to be empty.

“I’ve never seen such a funny person in an apocalypse.” You aimed your gun above Leon’s shoulders in case something appeared in front of him. You didn’t hear any menacing noises, but that was only worse, considering the situation.

“Well, not my first apocalypse.” He shrugged, thinking about his own words. Who would’ve known one day he would find himself saying something like that. He imagined where he would be in four or five years, how he would handle that kind of situation. He hoped he would be an agent who feared nothing and could deal with things objectively, and even with a certain level of humor. “Which door? Fourth or fifth?”

“Actually, fifth or sixth. She didn’t really know.” You corrected him, pointing to the nearest door. “Let’s go?”

“Yeah. You go ahead.” He pointed the door with his head, giving you cover.

“Valerie?” You lightly knocked on the door to avoid too many noises, even if you had just done a whole rock show with all those shots in the Licker’s head a while ago. You didn’t notice, but a hiss echoed from the end of the corridor, making Leon aim his gun and his flashlight into the darkness, finding anything in return. “It’s us! Y/n and Leon!”

You heard a commotion inside the room and it confirmed you were at the right door. While the click of it opening and the handle moved to greet you, the hiss repeated itself, louder – but, as soon as the door opened, the sound of claws hitting the floor added to the soundtrack.

You, Leon and Valerie looked in the direction of the origin of the sounds – with the claws taking a vicious speed – making you hold Leon by his bulletproof vest and run inside the room as fast as you could, not allowing him nor Valerie to think of something else. The nurse, though, was quick enough to lock the door as soon as you stumbled inside, making the creature lose your track – without ever leaving the corridor.

“You’re here! Alive!” Valerie immediately locked her arms around your neck, holding you as if there was no tomorrow. You widened your eyes, glancing at Leon. He just giggled: it wasn’t everyday he saw someone so uncomfortable with hugs as you seemed to be at that moment. “Thank you so much…!”

“Thank you for what, Valerie?” A grumpy man interrupted the moment, stuffing his clammy hands in the dirty lab coat pocket. “They can very well end up locked up in here with us! They haven’t done anything to save us yet!”

“But we will, sir.” Leon tried to be diplomatic, noticing not so friendly looks shot at the man from you and Valerie. Someone had to be the voice of reason in there, or the very survivors would end up killing each other. “The goal is to leave here right now so we’ll get to the school at 22h20.”

“And then we’re gonna do what? Open the books and start studyin’?” The man wiped some of the sweat that dripped from his greasy hair, his little eyes filled with anger amidst that stuffy room. “Or you’re gonna find a magic way to get us out of this damned city?”

If Leon was younger, he would’ve answered with calm and patience.

But he wasn’t that rookie cop from Raccoon City anymore. He didn’t need to have that much patience. Not after all he had been through.

“As Special Agent from the Government working under direct orders from the President, I have a special task team with the best soldiers from the army, ready for an extraction operation of the survivors in New Setosa.” Leon was probably being too harsh, but, honestly, someone would have to put that guy in his place, be it by being gentle or by brute force. And, right now, Leon wasn’t that inclined to being gentle. “I think it’s enough magic to deal with this situation.”

And that talk was over.

“Under direct orders from the President…?” You had your arms crossed, slowly approaching Leon while he organized what was left of the ammo and loaded the shotgun. He raised his eyes to you, finding you with a small smile coloring your lips. That made Leon mirror your reaction, a little embarrassed by the way he spoke before.

But that guy really pissed him off.

After his answer, the survivors gathered to listen to the instructions on how they would cross the city to the school – having that little intermission to prepare ammo, items they wanted to take with them, care for any wounds and get ready for the journey to safety. And, while Leon got ready in his own lone corner of the room, you approached to talk to him.

“Yeah… That’s what happens when you survive a disaster like Raccoon.” He sighed slightly. “I ended up as a Special Agent just because of that, I’m the only one with this expertise.”

“I doubt all Special Agents have direct orders from the President of the United States.” You leaned on the bed Leon used to keep the guns and ammo as he counted and organized them. “C’mon, Leon. You didn’t get here ‘just’ because your star twinkled in Raccoon. To have this kind of job, you need to not only be a good agent, but an intelligent one as well.”

“Oh, well…” Leon shrugged, feeling his cheeks slightly burning and trying to do his best for you not to notice it. At least he was lucky: the lights from the room were broken. “You’re gonna have to ask that to the President.”

You narrowed your eyes, smiling right after. You didn’t know if it was just something he was saying to escape that conversation and dodge a compliment or if he was trying to tease you.

And, when you noticed the ghost of a smile in the corner of his lips, you knew it was a bit of both.

“So cocky.” You muttered back, making him raise his eyebrows and stare you in shock – but clearly holding back a laugh. “After that, I’ll only leave you with the shotgun ‘cause you’re the one dealing with that monstrosity outside, Mr. super-government-agent friends with the President.”

“Ok, I’m not complainin’.” And he loaded said gun, already leaving it ready with the strap across his shoulders. “Here. More ammo for your gun. After you shot that Licker like a cowboy, you’re gonna need it.”

“And I would’ve shot it more if I could.” You answered while reloading your handgun. Two magazines were probably more than Leon could give you at the moment – but you had already learned he had a big heart. “I’ll lead the way? As we agreed before?”

“I’m the one with the shotgun, ain’t I?” He raised one eyebrow, making you flash a little smile at the answer. “At that pace, you’ll end up workin’ for the President as well.”

“Yeah, right…” You shook your head, deflecting the compliment. Even so, you winked back at him. “If you’re my partner, I’ll think about it.”

“I can make that happen, alright?” Leon pointed at you, making you giggle. “You ready? It’s time to go.”

“Yeah. I think you should ask them that.”

Indeed, the survivors didn’t look too excited – but as Leon knew quite well, you didn’t need excitement to save your own life: you just had to run and never look back.

**

To be continued...

[fawninthesnow]

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛: One Shot

𐙚 Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+

Summary: You and your subordinate, Leon, get trapped in an elevator.

Warnings/contains: enemies to lovers, sub! male, dom fem, slow-ish burn, oral (fem reciv!), nipple play, teasing, feet kink, constriction, physical restraints, mentions of past relationship, not proof read-- english is not my first language!

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He tapped his forefingers on his desk and attempted to avoid eye contact with the clock. ‘Only thirty past one? You must be kidding me!’ He thought to himself as the day seemed to drag by. His right heel bounced on and off the office carpeting. Through the glass windows of your office, and with rather annoyed eyes, you glared at him. At this point, he wasn’t even *pretending* to do work!

‘Leonardo Scott Kennedy!’ You thought as your ears grew warm.

You turned your attention to the man across from your desk. “We will prioritize the hostages when it comes to the press, Admiral Macklemore.”

“It is my understanding that whatever information enters this office…does not leave.”

“In this case, such information will not leave my desk.” The older man chuckled, extending a hand across the desk to you. You shook his hand passionately as you stood.

*

“What are you doing out here?” Leon gasped and quickly hid his lighter and pack of smokes. In the alley beside the office building, you folded your arms, staring down at him. “I asked what you were doing while on MY clock?”

“Yes, I know, I- I just need a break.” He wouldn’t dare try to light his cigarette now that you were here.

“You have just come back from lunch.” The fold of your arms got tighter. “Look, I—Leon. I am trying my best to help you out.” The man leaned back onto the brick wall behind you; your back was turned to him. “Don’t you think you owe me this? For putting you back on your feet?” You asked without looking back at him.

“I’m doin’ what I can, [].”

He pulled the cuffs of his sleeves down and slipped his coat on. You turned around and frowned at Leon. “I want you to go home for the day.”

He rose off the wall, “Wait. I- I’m sorry! But I cannot go home.”

“You are fucking with my image; again. Just go home for the day.” You walked past him and made your way into the office building. He quickly followed you and took your arm into his clutch, “Leon.”

“[Y/n]. Please.” His chest heaved with urgency. Seeing his hurt and confused expression only irritated you. The elevator doors opened, and you hit your heel against the wedge, keeping it open. Your body leaned onto him as you read his expression.

“Let go of me.” You whispered. He pulled from you and stood by your side in the elevator. In silence, you glared at his reflection in the metal doors. He looked at your reflection with shame.

“I wish you would give me a second to explain myself.”

“Tsk.”

He turned to you. “That’s it? That’s all I get?” You continued to face the doors of the elevator, begging them to reach your floor so you could leave. “You don’t exactly make this work environment ‘Leon-friendly’.”

“What an ungrateful thing to say.” A sly smirk on your lips as the elevator doors opened. He moved in front of you and pushed his fingers on the emergency close button. You grumbled as the doors shut once again and began its travel to the first floor upon his request. “What is the meaning of this?”

“You want me to fail.”

You laughed to yourself before a nervous chuckle left your lips. “I- no! Of course not!”

“[Y/n], I am not dumb. You want me to leave the military.” He said gruffly, an annoyed edge to his tone. You stepped back into a corner and folded your arms. “What is your problem?”

“My problem? Hmm, I’d say: my disobedient employee.”

“I am more than that to you, [Y/n].” He swiped his thumb over the corner of your lips. You pulled from him. “We used to be partners.”

You shook your head. “We were *partnered*, there is a difference. You hated working with others. That is why I am—”

“Behind a desk?”

“No! You are. I am head of Security for the—”

“Temporarily. Even so, it means nothing to you. You would rather be in the field too, don’t lie to yourself!” You turned your back to him and pressed every button on the elevator. Anything to make this stop! You lifted your fingers from the buttons and stared at the numbers on the screen. “Look at that…” Leon stood behind you and put his hands in his pockets. Your eyebrows furrowed as the numbers blinked. “You…broke it.”

“W- what? What the fuck?!” Your hair flipped quickly as you turned around to him. “How do we get off?!” He shrugged. “No…no!” You turned over your wrist and read the time on your watch. “I have a meeting!” He said nothing as you panicked and fished in your skirt pocket for your pager.

He watched as your pencil skirt held your waist and pulled with the tug of your fingers. “No service in an elevator.”

“Perfect.” You tapped your heel, “No, this is just perfect! Once again, you have proven yourself as a nuisance!” He rolled his eyes along with you.

On either side of the elevator, you two leaned back onto the wood paneling. Your gaze was on the wall beyond Leon and his eyes were on you. Around fifteen minutes had passed by now and no call to the elevator came. No one knew about the broken elevator nor where you or your subordinate were. “You critique me harshly.” Leon said to break the silence.

“Think of it as my way of looking after you.” You crouched onto the floor and settled your back against the wall once more.

He looked down at you. Even so, from your crouched position, you still held his attention in a chokehold. “That right? Thank you, mommy dearest.” He said with a lick of sarcasm. You smiled and kicked your heel off towards him. He caught the shoe and sat on the floor of the elevator. You observed him as he studied your heel. “Saint Laurent. Six inches…? Why do you need to be so high off the ground? You are tall for a woman.” He tilted his head; blonde hair fell over his eye.

“I do not think of such things when I am shopping.”

“Yeah? Because these are custom.” He turned the shoe to her; the commercial tags were all gone, as well as the label. “So, some thought must’ve been put in.”

You took your shoe back from him. “Do not profile me. I am not your friend. I clear your checks.” You reminded him before turning away from his blue eyes.

“Right.”

Minutes passed and the temperature rose slightly in the elevator. Leon removed his coat and tossed it to the side. You undid the top two buttons of your blouse and fanned yourself. He watched as the flap of your collar rose and fell with the wind created from your hand.

“Would you like me to help?” He glared at your breasts; you weren’t too fond of wearing bras. As you sighed, sweat ran down your tits and to your abdomen where it was caught by your shirt.

“In what way can you be of use, lapdog?” You sighed and stood by the panel of buttons beside the elevator doors. You took off your other shoe and placed it in the corner. His eyes shifted to your feet in your tanned stockings. One heel was lifted and the other planted. “Stop watching me.” You said softly as you used a pen from your blouse to pry at the paneling. His firm and warm bulge pressed on the front of his pants; his hands covered the sight. He squeezed his red knuckles and try to calm his curiosity, his filthy imagination.

He grew warm under his shirt and dropped his gaze. “I apologize.” Leon attempted to stay as still as possible, however, the harder he tried, the more he twitched.

“Come help me.” He rose from off the wall and kneeled beside your legs. “Do your best to fix this.”

He scratched his scalp before revealing the cords. “T- there isn’t much I can do if I- uhm,” You crossed your legs and leaned over him. “A…breaker.” Your hair reached his; your dark hair overlapped his.

“A what?”

“Like uhm, the thing with the rows of switches.”

You rolled your eyes, “You and I both know that you can do something.”

He looked between you and the many wires. “But I don’t. Listen-“ He tried to stand, but lost his balance. You grabbed his arm and held him still. His cock rubbed down in his pants, gently massaging his shaft before he adjusted himself. When you pulled him upright, his sleeves rubbed against your stockings.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m just lightheaded.” You looked up at the ventilation ceiling paneling.

“You’ll be ok.” You rubbed his shoulder. “Just try your best.” He sighed under your touch and relaxed his shoulders. He was used to this when he was partnered with you. Your words of encouragement filled his ears as he worked on whatever task you gave him. He messed with the paneling for a short time before the numbers stopped flashing and the lights to all the floors shut off. He turned to you before the lights of the elevator shut off.

You looked around the elevator before using the light from your pager. “We might be stuck in here for a while longer, Leo.” He turned his gaze to the floor immediately and began to breathe in and out of his mouth. “Relax, I am sure now that the power is out, security will be alerted.”

He covered his mouth as a pant slipped out of him. He leaned back against the wall and observed your face in the light of your pager; the streaming light was a way to see the shape of your body in your curvy shadow. You are feminine like that, alluring in that manner; it was hard to keep his gaze from you. Just the way you filled your clothes; any slick comment would roll off him. He lusted you, still does. It was embarrassing. All this time and yet he still hasn’t fucked you. The guys on the taskforce would clown him for it because fortunately, you weren’t *easy*, and unfortunately, he was.

Say the word, give him the greenlight and he would drop his pants with no hesitation. But it was that part of him you knew and hated so much. You like the chase, the hunger.

*

You sat on the floor, and he stood in the adjacent corner. He managed to relax his bulge and his nerves. There was no saying how long it would be until someone came! He looked at you, your skin looked wet with sweat, some strands of hair stuck along your collarbones, neck and forehead. He noticed hair that stuck to your bosom and how it curled on your unbuttoned blouse.

His own blonde hair stuck to his forehead and down his neck. “How are you feeling?” Your pager rested in the middle of the floor as a beacon.

“Cool as a cucumber.” You muttered. He kneeled by your side and undid the cuffs of your sleeves and rolled them up your arms. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

“…I don’t want you to leave the military.” He listened as you undid the cuffs on his sleeves and raised them. “I am making no progress. You’re right. I don’t want to be surrounded by the same things as when I was on the taskforce.”

“Things? You mean me.”

“Whatever I do, I can’t get away from you.” He sat against your wall, and you stood. “That was not an invitation…”

He grumbled, tossing the idea over in his head before giving in to the urge, “Are you seeing anyone?”

You turned your eyes to his strong forearms; the black ink from his tattoos covers his tanned skin. “No.” You folded your arms and turned away. Sweat went down his temples as his head rests on the wall. “Has someone made their unfortunate way into your life?” He could only muster a smile as he scratched his head.

“Lines of ‘em.” He spoke back into your sarcasm. “Did you send for me?”

“Hm?” You turned your attention back to him.

“Did you make the request? For me to be in your office?” You were silent as you watched him closer. His blue eyes peered up at you from his position on the floor. “I’ll take that as a no.” He looked disheveled and you were sure you looked the same. “Contrary to what you believe, I am grateful to be here. I like seeing you every day, [Y/n].” He glared at your thighs, held so gently by the stocking up your legs.

“Oh? That’s interesting.”

“Why are you so…baseline with me?” His eyes flickered to your breasts for the first time in a few minutes.

You laughed, “I keep it simple.” A sigh left your mouth as you wiped sweat from your forehead.

"You’re scared of getting close to me again.” You shook your head and looked at the elevator doors, “You think I’ll abandon you…or not show up like in the field.” You ignored him as if he said nothing. “Talk to me.”

“Jesus, let me out!” You screamed and kicked the elevator doors. Leon stood behind you.

“Stop that.” He pulled your arm and moved you.

“You are insufferable! Let go of me!” He wrapped you in a bear hug from behind, keeping you still. As you kicked around, your feet a few inches off the ground, he grew distracted by your stockings that now had a rip in them, from your ankle and up your thigh. Your skirt raised just enough for him to see the design of the lace around your thighs. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You looked down at his arms that tightly held your torso. Your breasts rest on top of his tattooed forearms. Your ass rubbed against his pants with no regard for how stimulating that could be. “[Y/n]. Relax.” He moaned softly. “W- We will get out of here soon.” You pried at his hands and kicked him in the leg. He held onto you firmly and stood his ground. “Stop fighting me.”

Leon put you in a corner of the elevator and pressed onto you tightly. After some time, you stopped trying to move from his grip. A few sharp exhales left your mouth as he continued to hold you there. Your breasts pressed against the cold metal wall and your nipples grew sensitive. “…you have a boner.”

Leon checked himself before pulling away from you. “I- I am sorry.”

The pager died and you two’s only light source was now gone. You stood side by side before you reached for his hand. Planting his callused palm on your breast, you trembled.

Leon let out a deep exhale and turned to you. Although he couldn’t see much, he knew your gaze was on him. He felt your hard nipple beneath his touch and began to explore for himself. The man rubbed over your blouse and massaged your breast carefully. It did not take long before he pulled you to him. Your back was to his chest as he took both of your breasts in his hands. The man moaned as you grind your ass slowly over his crotch.

He popped the buttons of your blouse and carefully moved his middle fingers over your nipples. Your hands rest on his knees as he pecks kisses onto your moist skin.

Maybe it was the temperature of the elevator or just the closeness of his body, but your hair began to frizz from the humidity. But something was wrong. This felt…wrong.

When you pulled from him, Leon immediately reached for you again. “Calm down.” His eyes shut as he felt your nails, and gentle fingers on the back of his neck. You pushed him down and he rested on his knees.

Leon gently unzipped the back of your skirt and pulled it off. A deep groan came from his throat when you wrapped a leg around his neck. He buried his face in your panties; his strong nose pushed into the wetness on the lace you wore. “Mhhhh~” His hands caress your ass and hips as he tried to pull down your panties. “Please.” He sounded so pathetic. You usually hated that but this time…his words were like sweet nectar flowing onto you. “Let me take them off,

“No.”

Your reply didn’t discourage him, his hands gripped you tighter as his mouth latched to your cunt. A shivering moan left your lips as he continued. His lips found your clit, gently sucking as you pulsed in his mouth. The lace didn’t discourage him either, eating your cunt through the barrier.

He lost himself in the sounds of your moans and whispers; the taste of your cunt, a slight taste of sweat from your thighs, and the feel of your soft skin in his firm grip. You held onto his hair to keep stable, both of your legs around his neck. Leon helps you up with his shoulders and rose you against the wall. “O- oh, my god~” He tore at your panties with his teeth, his jaw clenched with determination. “L- Leon!” You heard to the fabric rip and felt his tongue dive into your cunt.

His warm and thick tongue made countless passes through you as if trying to milk your pussy of all its juice.  Your eyes fell back into your head; not that he needed to see this, but he could imagine it as you let out those pretty, and breathless moans. If anyone *was* outside the elevator, they could hear you clearly.

When his soft lips grazed up to your clitoris, and left tender kisses, he slowly eased one digit deep inside of you. Your nails dug into his scalp and your thighs closed tighter around his head. “M- more.” You whimpered.

I'm off my hiatus!!

Dom Leon next bc i've been writing both of them at the same time. Tried something new with the feet thing lol.

More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

[crsssie]

wait a minute, is this even worth my minute - leon kennedy x reader

"Leon Scott Kennedy, will you marry me?"

Leon blinks at you, rapid blinking and confusion on his face as he stares at you. The veggies on his fork slide down comically onto his plate, and he pauses.

"Wh-what." He stares at you, heart racing a million miles an hour, face so red you fear you might have to call him an ambulance.

"Marry me?"

"You wanna be a military spouse?"

You shrug. "Anything to get you in my bed and then on my legal files."

"This is about the green card, isn't it."

You twiddle your fingers, huffing as he holds back a laugh, covering his mouth and turning to the side as you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, what about it? I didn't tough it out in an American high school for them to call me a non-resident, you know?"

Leon pauses to consider, raising a brow as you bat your lashes at him with a grin.

"As long as you don't mind being a military spouse."

"Oh, never." You roll your eyes, sliding Leon's ring on his finger.

He'll propose for real eventually, but the certificate would suffice for now.

[gigabyte-flare]

There’s No Escape (Part 1)

Summary: You are going through a rather nasty breakup as you escape your ex-boyfriend’s apartment while he’s away on a top secret government assignment. You move to a completely new state in hopes he won’t find you. You clearly underestimated his determination because he has no intention of letting you go. 

Pairing: yandere!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Word Count: 1.1k (Next part should be longer! Wanted to get story building stuff out of the way before getting to the good stuff ;) )

If any of the warnings below trigger you, please kindly pass on this fic 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life; if you feel this way, please go touch grass

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL YEET YOU INTO THE GODDAMN SUN. Thank you!

Warnings (may not apply to all parts): Sex, gaslighting, swearing, stalking, acts of violence, blood, dubcon, kidnapping, pet names (baby, doll, angel, sweetheart, etc.), PTSD triggers, unprotected sex, forced breeding, daddy kink, manipulation, oral (m and f receiving), choking, overstimulation, knife play, gunplay. Long story short, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. More warnings may be added in the future

A/N: @dollrxst, @hxllfiredoll, @nexyswrites, @ghostkennedy, @lipglossanon and like a bunch of others who’s fics I’ve consumed and have been inspired by, this is all your fault and I’m not even mad about it. Please excuse grammatical errors and such, it’s been a hot second since I’ve written stuff like this. Enjoy!

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It was now or never.

Leon Scott Kennedy, your soon to be ex-boyfriend, is away on some top secret government assignment and isn’t due back for about three days. You had been seeing each other for about six months and he insisted you move in with him after three months. He seemed wonderful at first, but living with him proved to be way more than you had signed up for.

He was bat shit insane.

You weren’t sure if it was due to unaddressed trauma from his line of work or whatever but his controlling and sick nature was ludicrous to you. He was controlling, manipulative and sick in the head. His idea of fun was holding a knife to your throat while fucking the absolute shit out of you. That was just the tip of the iceberg on the things he forced you to do for his pleasure. 

Anything you absolutely could not live without was getting stuffed into your little Jeep Renegade. If it didn’t fit, it was getting left behind because you had absolutely no intention of coming back. Clothes, toiletries, some of your books, your video game console and games, a couple pillows and some sheets all got stuffed in. When you were confident you had everything essential for your impromptu move, you closed the back hatch on the Renegade and grabbed your purse, phone and car keys from the kitchen counter, making sure to leave the copy of the apartment key you miraculously found behind. You lock the apartment door and shut it. You lean up against it and take a deep breath before you rush back down to your car. You had a long ride ahead of you; Washington D.C. to Boston was about a 9 hour drive.

It was now or never; you weren’t about to squander this opportunity to escape.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

It was dark by the time you finally arrived in Boston. You navigate the confusing winding streets and find your apartment that you got with your best friend, Becky. You see her come out of the front door as you pull up in your car and park. You see her wave as you step out.

“Hey, you made it! I trust you had a good ride,” she inquires.

“Yeah, long as hell, sorry I’m so late. What time is it?”

“It’s like 9:30, come on in! I ordered pizza for us,” she says, motioning you in. 

You grab your purse, keys, phone and one of the pillows you had stuffed into your car and go inside the apartment. You decide you can unload your stuff in the morning. The kitchen is the first room you end up in and you set your stuff down on the small island before stumbling your tired legs into the living room where the smell of pizza was calling your name. You practically collapse in a reclining chair after grabbing a slice of pizza from the box on the coffee table. You let out a loud sigh of relief. You made it. You escaped.

“How are you feeling?” Becky asks before taking a bite out of her slice of pizza.

You finish chewing on yours and swallow hard, “I’ve never been so happy in my life. I’m honestly surprised I’m not dead from some of the bullshit Leon pulled.”

Becky shifts nervously on the couch. She was the only person you confided in about your sick, demented ex-boyfriend. You didn’t even tell your parents, you didn’t want to worry them. 

When you moved in with Leon, he forced you to quit your well paying I.T. job and forbade you from ever leaving the apartment alone. He took your phone away, but you found ways to sneak it back so that you could at least contact Becky. You didn’t want to think about the things he made you do; it was an absolute miracle you weren’t dead or pregnant from the amount of abuse you endured. 

“He hasn’t contacted you yet, has he?” 

You shake your head, closing your eyes as you lean back in the recliner, “nah, he won’t be back from whatever assignment he’s on for another few days, and I blocked his number.”

“Good,” Becky replies with a nod.

“I’m going to hit the sack,” you say suddenly as you get up from the chair and begin to walk back into the kitchen to collect your stuff. 

“No problem, I’ll help you unload your car tomorrow. I was able to get the day off from work.”

“Thanks, Becky.”

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

It’s late in the afternoon when Leon finally gets home from his excursion, his forearms covered in scraps and bruises. He couldn’t wait to see his baby girl, his cock growing hard from the anticipation. 

He fumbled with his keys in the low light until finding the correct one to unlock the front door to the apartment. He unlocks the door and opens it.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!” Leon calls out.

But there’s no response.

“Sweetie? Are you asleep?”

Nothing.

Leon could feel adrenaline rush through his veins as he starts to frantically search each room for his sweetheart. He became hyper aware of the dead silence of the apartment the further he searched. When he got to the bedroom, he ripped the closet doors open and found most of your clothes were gone. He ran into the bathroom; your toiletries were gone. Almost all your belongings were gone.

“No, no, no, no, nO, NO, NO!”

Where could you have gone? He never in a million dreams imagined you would ever leave him. You belonged to him. You were his everything. Everything he did, he did it for you, he did it to keep you safe from the disgusting world. Pure rage began to flow through him as he stalked back into the kitchen. Unsheathing his knife, he stabbed it into the center of the small dining table before he used both hands to flip it, letting out a primal growl as he did so. 

“That fucking ungrateful bitch!” he growls before walking over to the overturned table to retrieve his knife. 

“I loved you, took care of you, protected you… and this is the thanks I get…”

He pulls out his cellphone, dialing your number and putting the phone to his ear.

“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed cannot be reached at this time. Please check the number and try again.”

Taking a deep breath, he then attempts to send a text to the number.

We’re sorry, the number you have entered is not valid.

Breathing heavily, he puts his phone back in his pocket, balling both his fists and closing his cobalt eyes. He stood there for a moment, seething when he suddenly appeared to have a revelation. His eyes snap back open and he digs his phone back out from his pocket and opens an app. A smile slowly overcomes him as stares down at the phone like he was staring down at a long lost lover.

“There you are. Don’t worry baby girl. Daddy’s coming to get you.”

Part 2

[s1m0nth3swag]

Don't mind me just giving short drabbles because I'm sitting in class and I'm bored :3

Leon is the love of my life and uhm domestic headcanons will forever be my favourite

live laugh love Leon Scott Kennedy <3

Leon grumbles as you practically push him onto the edge of the bathtub, looking up at you with his adorable blue eyes - for everything he's gone through, he still has that puppy look about him when he's with you. He pouts softly, sighing as you rummage through various cabinets and successfully find what you had been looking for - the Bleach and Toner he usually uses on his hair. Even though Leon is the one that has been complaining about the way his hair looks for the last week, he also absolutely despises getting it done. So instead, he normally would do it himself - which he was too lazy to do this time. Still, nothing but complains about how awful his hair looked grown out like this, how it was getting too long. You were a little fed up, to say the least. Now, you had enough and pushed him into the bathroom, determined to fix his hair issue.

[Helping Leon dye his hair - Some time after RE2, but also fits for RE4 | Leon most definetly dyes his hair blonde and then stops sometime after RE4 because he gets lazy (and a lil depressed) but as someone with dyed hair it's a pain each time imo]

He huffs and sighs and pouts the entire time, while you can't help but giggle a bit at the sight, especially with how ridiculous he looks once the Bleach is setting - you curse yourself for not having your phone nearby to take pictures. Leon would fight you over it anyway, and seriously, he was stronger than you - Government mandated Training and all. The now blonde haired only calms down once you finally rinse for the last time, hair still wet as he stares at you, swiftly shaking his head like a dog, sending droplets flying through the room. You scream slightly, laughing as you feel them hit your skin and clothes, trying to shield yourself. Leon chuckles softly, grabing your hips as he pulls you towards him, resting his head against your chest. A smile places itself on your lips, uncaring that your shirt was now properly soaked as you listen to his soft murmurs of thank yous.

[Vendetta Leon with a (much) younger partner - aka Leon and the internet | your honor what if I love older men]

You hold back a laugh as you hand Leon your phone, a funny meme on it that you had found while randomly scrolling social media for hours. He stares at it, his face scrunching in confusion as he looks up at you, holding your phone as if he didn't know what to do with it. You weren't fully surprised, it had already been a hassle to get him to upgrade his flip phone to a proper smartphone. You can't help but grin, and he sighs heavily. "Your humor will be the death of me one day, what is this, love?" He grumbles, brushing a strand of dark hair out of his eyes as you sit beside him, snuggling into his side as you start explaining the meme - in the end only earning a soft chuckle from the older guy, a simple show of endearment.

[Leon with the kitten he said he didn't want - RE4 Leon | He loves cats, you can't tell me otherwise]

He stares down at the small creature, watching as it desperately tries to climb up his leg, meowing in desperation. Leon didn't want a pet, at all. Especially not a cat that wouldn't be able to defend you or the home - he sighs as he thinks of all the puppies at the shelter that would've done a great job at that. He picks the small animal up, placing it in his lap, where it promptly flops down and starts purring. His heart isn't melting. Not one bit.

Only a few days later you practically have to pry the cat from Leon if you wanted to even have a second with it. It was crazy, at first Leon had said it would never get into the bedroom or bathroom, now it was allowed to snuggle up to him in bed and even follow him whereever he went. You thought that maybe, just maybe, he loved the cat a little more than he loved you. At least when you found him during his midday nap, and with the kitten on top his chest.

[scarsrealm]

survival instincts. | yandere!leon scott kennedy.

CHAPTER ONE - THE MAN HUNGERS..

tw: yandere leon, swearing, obsession, inaccurate leon, possessiveness, brief mention of sexual content, etc.

(let’s act like leon was in the D.S.O at this time)

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December 18th, 2004

11:45 pm

Leon’s eyes were glued to your window, he watched as you slept peacefully in your bed. He bit his lip, imagining he was there, lying next to you, holding you, kissing you, making you feel pleasures that no man could ever do to you. You were his colleague at the D.S.O, you both didn’t talk much unless it was to share intel and only for a brief moment.

He would admire you from a distant, wishing you were his. He knew that you would be his one day, but he didn’t know when. So, following you around was just gonna have to do until he was able to get real close to you. He had been doing this for already a few weeks and each time he looked at you, his hunger and desire for you became more and more stronger.

You were turning in your sleep and his heart couldn’t help but flutter at your movements. It was so simple and yet to him it was adorable and admirable. Anything you did was worth watching and entertaining. He yearned so badly to be in the bed with you, the things he would do to you..just you and him, no one else.

But it had started to get late, Leon decided it was time to leave, unfortunately. He took one last glance at you before slowly walking away from your house, going towards his car. As he was driving, he couldn’t help but think of the same image of you laying on your bed, sleeping, so purely. It was just a thought of you but it made him excited, too excited.

He gripped his steering wheel tighter, his knuckles becoming white as his pants were feeling a little tight. No, no, not..now. He needed to hold back his urges. He had to wait until he was home, alone, where no one could watch him and his fantasies about you.

As he finally arrived home, the first thing he did was go to in the shower and relieve his stress. He wanted to get it done with, so he could get a good night's sleep, because tomorrow was gonna be a busy day for him.

He stripped down to nothing, then walked over to his shower and turned it on, the water was warm enough, but not too hot. Once he stepped inside, he sighed softly, letting the water run down his body, relaxing him. His thoughts quickly turned back to you, and his hands wandered to his lower region, slowly stroking himself, thinking of you.

He bit his lip hard as his hand moved faster and faster, the feeling of you being in his grasp was too good to let go of. No, this is pathetic..but how could he resist? He could imagine the way your voice sounded as he pleasured you, the way your mouth would hang open as your eyes would roll back in ecstasy, and the way your face would contort into a pleasure filled expression as you reached your peak. Stop, stop, stop..you're thinking about her, you're getting off to her. You're disgusting.

He stopped touching himself and just stood there, the water still pouring down on him, his hands gripping the shower walls. “Fuck..” he muttered under his breath. This is bad. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and it was all so confusing. It was all too confusing and too overwhelming. He didn't know what he wanted anymore. He didn't know how to make it stop.

And even if he could, he wouldn't. You were too perfect for him. You were the first person who had ever sparked something within him. But that part of him knew that it was wrong to be having these thoughts and desires for her. He had never had those sorts of feelings towards women before, and now all of a sudden, you came into his life and everything had changed.

You were beautiful and intelligent, and he loved the way you smiled and laughed, and the way you always looked so serious when you were working. And when you wore that black bodysuit with that blue jacket, you were just irresistible. He had always admired how strong you were, and how you didn't let anything stand in your way. You were a true warrior, and he wanted to fight by your side, protect you, and show you that he would always be there for you.

But the thought of losing you was the one thing that made him hesitate. The thought of not being able to see you anymore, or talk to you, or touch you. He wouldn't let that happen. No, he would make sure that no matter what, you would always be his. No one could take you away from him, and no one would. He wouldn't allow it.

Leon had always had a strong sense of justice and a strong moral code. But when it came to you, all that went out the window. He would do anything to keep you by his side. And if anyone got in the way, he would eliminate them without hesitation.

He would stop at nothing to have you all to himself. But then he thought for a moment. I..I follow her, this isn’t a good thing to do, I need to stop. But he ignored his conscience and just continued his fantasies about you.

It was just so easy to get lost in the feeling of having you near him, that false feeling of knowing that he was the one who made you smile and laugh and blush. It was just so easy to imagine what it would be like if you were his and only his.

He had to stop thinking about you. This was beginning to get out of hand. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He had never felt this way about someone before, and it scared him. He didn't want to hurt you, or put you in any kind of danger. He was supposed to be protecting you, not fantasizing about you.

But it was just so hard not to. You were so beautiful, and smart, and funny, and strong, and caring. You were the whole package, and he just couldn't get enough of you. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. And he didn’t think he’ll be able to stop anytime soon.

He finally finished up and turned off the shower, stepping out and grabbing his towel. He dried himself off, then wrapped the towel around his waist. He was exhausted, but he had to get ready for work tomorrow. There was a small chance he was going to be working with you, and he wanted to make a good impression.

He has a lot of things to do tomorrow, and he wanted to get started early. He had a lot of paperwork to catch up on, and he wanted to make sure everything was in order before the mission. But he was going to try and keep his focus on his work, and not on the fact that you were going to be right there beside him.

He would have to keep himself in check, and not let his thoughts wander to you. It was going to be hard, but he was determined to do it.

He finished drying himself and headed to his bedroom, changing into a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. He laid down in bed and tried to get some rest. He had a long day ahead of him, and he wanted to be prepared. But he knew that it was going to be a struggle.

He couldn't stop thinking about you, and the more he thought about you, the more he wanted you.

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a/n: just a small prologue to post..there’s probably a lot of errors, I might delete this later and redo it, depending how I feel about it.

[quigonswife8]

Saved her first: Leon Kennedy x reader

After he saved her first, you fight.

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A/N: thank you for 90 something likes on my last fic, that means so much to me SOBS. especially since that was the first thing I posted since last year so thank you again.

BTW I'M NOT HATING ON ADA. I love Ada she's one of my favourite characters just for this fic you kinda hate her. I can’t come up with titles i swear😭

Warnings: Angst, sad, fight, implications of more than romance in a few parts.

Gif creds: @leon-jpg

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Ada Wong. The name like poison on your tongue. The red-dressed mercenary, here one minute, gone the next. The woman, always seems to linger, like shadows on a forlorn path.

The first time you and the merc met, you were fixing him up- Leon Scott Kennedy. Ada had walked over a hint of something in those eyes. She eyed you confused, then looked over at Leon a hint of familiarity in her eyes.

They know eachother?

"Hello Leon."

"Ada...." Leon had replied, low and with a quiet grunt. He wouldn't even stare her in the eyes, only keeping those eyes on you, the person he secretly loves. Ada can tell something is going on...her eyes go to his finger no ring, then they fall onto you.

This "Ada" doesn't seem annoyed by you, though you still can't help but feel insecure next to her. She's so beautiful, her outfit clinging to her like perfection, surely Leon loves that...right?

"Well i'll be going." that's it? "see you around.".

The woman gives a wink to both of you before disappearing, and Leon rolls his eyes. He's very cute you can't help but smile a little at his reaction to this woman. Though soon you grow glum and Leon, once he turns to you, notices your change in attitude.

"She's nothing more than a friend to me."

Despite only being friends Leon takes your hand in his and gives it a reassuring squeeze. His blue eyes try and meet yours and when he's successful you note the small smile on his lips. Oh how you wanna kiss those lips so bad...

"Who...is she Leon-"

"We met in racoon." He replies not meaning to cut you off. A sigh follows and he runs a hand through his messy hair, "I was 21 at the time I told you, and she came along and turned my world upside down. As cheesy as that sounds, I liked it...liked how she made me feel. Then everything...stuff happened, and I met you, and I knew I had...found my person."-

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After that day, one year later to be exact, you became a thing. After a kiss in the rain, his fingers running along your cheek, a question fell from the agent's lips. "be mine?" he'd whispered so softly into your ear, so softly it was almost like he could put you to sleep- not in a bad way, of course.

After spending the night together where he held you so gently and livingly, the next day he woke you up with breakfast in bed. Things only got better after that day, they seemed to be going well. Leon had gotten a promotion, you were scheduled to meet someone big for a job, and on top of that, your romantic life was pretty good.

That was...until Ada returned.

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"I'm sorry!-"

"What a lie Kennedy.", you snap, scoffing. Dragging yourself to the half-opened supply chest you take some medicine for the headache brought on by him.

"If you were sorry you would have saved me first, not your her."

It's heartbreaking; Leon swore to you that he would always choose you, he made a promise. The two of you had gotten into a serious relationship and yet as soon as she returns it's like the past.

There was a monster. A scary, uneven limbed monster that had treaded towards the three of you. It had managed to disarm you so there was no way to grab the weapon. However it also disarmed her, Leon being the only one with a weapon still. It was choosing between the two of you to kill, you had expected Leon to run over and protect you.

He...didn't . He had run over to Ada first and protected her, while you were forced to watch. It was like someone had stabbed you in the heart and ripped said heart out, that's how much it hurt. Leon realised what he had done...he had looked over and seen your reaction, his heart breaking.

"How could you-"

"I'm sorry!"

Leon repeats, pacing the room. His hand sliding through his messy hair, his eyes to the floor- those eyes that look at you with such love now contain regret and pain.

"I-"

"No."- you cut him off with a scoff, your eyes full of tears. Tugging on the bandage of your right hand you shake your head.

"...no I...I need space-"

"Please-"

The fight only escalates from there. Leon grows angry, the two of you falling into a yelling match yet neither seem to want to say what's said. After the fight you end up storming out leaving Leon behind in tears and anger.

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The house is dark when you return. The memory of playing monopoly the previous evening, nothing more than that- a memory. The stains on your cheeks evidence of the tears that have fallen for the past few hours. The house is cold, depressing, it makes you miss his arms around you despite being mad at him.

Memories of...that fight replay. You can barely even remember half of what was said. In the past, yeah, you've fought, just never this serious. Never in a way that threatened an end to your relationship.

With careful yet shaking fingers you take the phone off the wall and sit down on the leather couch. He used to hold you here, now all that occupies this space is one person- you. With those same shaky fingers you scroll to your photo gallery- your screen becomes wet as the heartbreak sets in.

That day you had been so happy...now you feel like dying.

"Leon!"

You scream into the empty house, sobs wracking your broken body. The phone makes a thud hitting the ground, your knees coming up to your chest. It hurts, you just wish you could go back in time and prevent the argument from happening. Both of you messed up, while you blame him for the whole fight you know you messed up too.

"LEON!"

It's pointless. Leon is never coming back to you, you'll always be lonely....although, only your brain convinces you of this. Leon never said this he only scoffed and treaded to, you're sure, the nearest bar to drown his sorrows.

Pressing your body onto the couch you close your eyes drifting off into more sorrow

Time skip

He should be at a bar, drowning his sorrows in alcohol- that's what usually happens...right? No, this time it's different. He's walking through the almost-desolate store hands full of your favorite things. "it's my fault" he says out loud not caring if he looks crazy right now.

Leon holds back his tears, while walking to the car. The non-motorbike which he would usually have, but ended up crashing, sits in the parking spot. Leon gets flashbacks of all the times you've driven around, his hand in yours, planting kisses to your cheeks.

"I'm such an idiot."

Leon loads everything into the car and hops in. Sighing softly he starts up the car and drives off to your shared home praying that you'll forgive him.

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"I'm sorry."

His hands are around you, practically crushing you. His tears soak the white t-shirt that clings to you, his face buried so deeply. Leon is a mess which is rare since he doesn't like showing these types of emotions often.

"Baby please forgive me."

His hands shake, his heart racing so fast you can feel it.

"...was such a fool, I messed up. I didn't mean to- damn it" and like before he clings to you, except this time it's tighter. Leon holds you like he's holding the world, like if he lets you go then the "world" will disappear. He crushes you not even caring, the fear takes over anything else.

"You hurt me by choosing her."

"I know- I know baby I know"

Leon looks up at you, his lip quivering. He stares at you terrified of losing you. He runs a hand along that same scar, pressing forward to press a wet kiss to your cheek. "...i'll make it up to you I promise, ti amo." Leon brushes his stubble against your cheek- "Ti amo...ti amo tanto."

His Italian makes you swell, even though you're upset with him. It's like he's breaking down your defenses slowly yet surely, yet that fight still lingers. How you found out they slept together, the complicated yet intimate feelings they shared, the way they shared a kiss the night everything changed for him.

"If you really don't love her-"

"I don't! I stopped loving her when I fell for you."

Leon leans closer, wiping the tears from your cheeks- you never realized you started crying. He smiles weakly his hands taking yours.

"I love you. Always, baby."

Leon waits, he waits to see if you'll realise he's right. If you'll kiss him, hug him, hold him like before. The waterworks threaten to spill, you stare at him in silence....there's nothing but silence. The intimacy and heartbreak are the only emotions present right now....and Leon waits.

He waits...waits, hoping you'll forgive him- if you don't, he's not sure what he'll do. In one last attempt he mutters your name...the sound of your name on his lips...finally seeming to break you. With your left hand you raise it and touch his tear covered cheek...and with your right you wipe the tears away.

"I forgive you and I..." You sigh. "I'm still a bit upset at what you did but I...I messed up too. I love you."

Just like that Leon pulls you into a tight, "scared of letting you go" like before, kiss. He causes you to melt into the kiss, kissing back with such love and lust, almost causing a needy whine to fall from your lips. He holds you tight in his arms the kiss drawing out, something both of you desperately needed.

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I don't know how to end fics istg but hope ya'll like this anyways :)

[yanderedbdimagines]

Hey! Could you write about a yandere Leon falling for a killer?

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Of course! I received this request more than once now(about 3 times even), so I think I’m obliged to write a short scenario about it. xD

I hope you like what I have written here!

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Leon Scott Kennedy

He couldn't quite trace the inception of these feelings or what had triggered his attraction to you. The onset had been swift, unsettling. His infatuation, like a malignant growth, had entrenched itself in his mind, disrupting every moment of respite from trials, fixating solely on thoughts of you.

Your presence was a constant weight, a haunting ache disrupting his focus, even amidst the life-and-death struggle he was meant to be embroiled in. If his emotions had any sway, they would have taken a different course.

This hotspot of festering emotions would eventually burst when he was confronted by a situation he never thought would happen to him. In the Disturbed Ward of the Crotus Prenn Asylum, he ran through empty patient rooms and scattered hallways, the smell of smoke thick in the air. Smoke that reminded him of a fire he couldn't see or feel. Maybe it didn't even exist, as the Entity's world often intermingled with the past and future of the location it had copied to create this arena.

He sensed your familiar pursuit, a silent chase aided by the Entity's eerie gift. Even the crimson illumination that bathed him vanished, appearing fleetingly as he narrowly evaded your surprise assaults, relying on sharp instincts and quick reflexes.

After leaping from a second-story window, he heard the distinct whistle of air through a narrow gap- the hatch. He altered his trajectory, yet his foot snagged on an unseen obstacle, sending him crashing to the ground, soon bracing for an imminent strike that never came.

Whipping his head around, he met your empty gaze. Your head tilted, eyes drawing to where his heart should be. A shake of your head, eyes narrowing, a souring expression of disappointment before shifting your focus. His gaze followed yours toward the by now opened hatch. Momentarily distracted, in that split second, you capitalized on his weakness, seized one of his legs and effortlessly dragged him toward it. A display of astonishing, violent strength that left him awestruck, the familiar gush of darkness soon blanketing Leon. Releasing his limb, it dangles in the gaping maw.

"Get out," your growl slices through the air, an angry rasp carrying an unspoken warning. It is clear that compliance with those two simple words is his only option.

You don’t even give him the time to react as you stalk your way back into the fog, the hand holding your weapon shaking with an emotion that could be anything but good.

Why did you let him go? Why didn’t you hook or kill him when you had the chance?

The questions linger in Leon's mind as he lay there; dazed, bewildered and entranced, the echoes of your command still reverberating in the air. The fog swallows you up completely, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the chilling uncertainty of your motives.

For a moment, he struggles to comprehend the abrupt turn of events. Your actions defied logic, a departure from the expected outcome in these twisted realms. But amidst the confusion, a realization dawns on him. A flicker of understanding that perhaps you weren't governed solely by the Entity's ruthless whims. Perhaps you are still human enough to show any shred of mercy. Perhaps you could even… Leon bites his bottom lip, almost breaking through the sensitive skin.

Regaining his bearings, Leon struggles to rise, his limbs protesting the sudden exertion. With a sharp inhale, he surveys the desolate surroundings, the eerie silence amplifying the storm in his mind. The kind of storm which could lead him to the kind of downfall he may never predict, and will shred him up from the inside out.

With a breath, he surrenders to the beckoning darkness beyond the hatch, a plunge into the unknown, propelled by uncertainty and a faint hope that your uncharacteristic act might hint at the possibility that you can love care.

[blueopinions49]

Enneagram 6 Subtypes Explained

Social 6 "Duty"

The Social 6 is characterized by their desire to belong to a specific group of people. They look for these social and emotional systems in which they can find comfort and emotional safety. Usually perceive as a rule follower by many in the community. However I find this to partial true. The SO6 does look for a system of support however, they can also look for a support system that rebels or is against the status quo. The groups they look need to share similarities to them or desirable traits. This 6s can be very outgoing and sociable BUT make no mistake they are still a 6. Meaning that they still share a general skepticism/cynicism of others. They can look like 1s (very responsible) and imo 7s (due to their outgoing and social nature especially if they have a w7)

Characters: Susan Pevensie, Marie Moore, Percy Jackson, Leon S. Kennedy, Xiao Yu, Scott Summers, Kagame Higurashi and Kendall Roy.

Self Preservation 6 "Warmth"

The anxiety the Sp6 harbors can be linked to their high awareness of their current environment as well as the ongoings of it. This subtype usually gravitates more to system that maintain their emotional comfort via order. Usually practical and hardworking this 6s maintains itself safe by maintaining a strict order around themselves. For this 6s the safety in their environment is both physical and metaphysical. Imo they are the most skeptical of all 6s approaching most things with cynicism. Being very careful as to who they let in their space. This subtype can look like a SP5 (due their more reserved nature however the SP6 does look for connection) and SP9s due to their environment focus.

Characters: Edward Cullen, Miles Morales, Bonnie Bennett, Chihiro, Asami Sato, Armin Arlert , Dipper Pines and Pearl

Sexual 6 "Strength"

Often confused by 8s this subtypes fight the fear the inner 6s have by standing on their own. However, unlike the 8 (who look for power and autonomy by themselves) the SX6 looks to fight their fear (by trying to connect with others). This subtype has an edge to them unlike the other 6s. Their desire for connection is more on the aggressive side. They are the most open about their skepticism of others. The focus for this subtype is stability in interpersonal relationships. As mentioned previously this subtype can look like an E8 (simply due to their reactivity) and some 4s (due to their edginess and over expression of emotion).

Characters: Claudia, Joel Miller, Laura Palmer, Sasuke Uchiha, Maggie Rhee, Killua, Chloe Price and Jared Grace

[dmitriene]

— i don't care anymore.

summary: feelings accumulated inside of you for years abruptly bursted out. content: re4! leon x fem! agent reader tags: nsfw, smut, hurt/comfort, mentions of blood - death - trauma - nausea - alcohol, confused relationship, receiving fingering, unprotected p in v, marking. (let me know if i forgot something!) authors note: my first smut which includes leon and quite sensitive themes, hope you like it! please enjoy your reading) 🖤 (18+ warning)

«i'm so lost and confused / i don't know what to do»

«where are they now / i don't care anymore»

Bioweapon —

USSTRATCOM — a place that gradually began to feel like a cage in which you found yourself due to your own choice, joining a secret unit on the list of a few more people in order to prevent the spread of bioweapons, devoting not only your body and mind to this cause — but also your life.

Contact —

Leon Scott Kennedy — the first person who took a step towards you and the first acquaintance that significantly smoothed everything that happens around you — to be honest, an awkward temporary contact with a fair haired man even pleased you, because your rare meetings and short dialogues made your thoughts switch to a slight smile playing around the corners of his lips as he jokes about an upcoming mission or discusses how he would like to go on vacation, and you, to be honest, too.

Zombies —

A defocused look and a veil before the eyes — not yours, but a rebellious creature in front of you, a twisted body and indistinct sounds that came from the mouth of an incomprehensible creature while its ragged movements and crooked legs carried it towards you in desperate attempts to get to you, only for your fingers to pull the gun trigger and fill the space with the sounds of gunshots, the bullets ripping through layers of already rotting flesh only to riddle the body of a creature that faintly reminded you of its human appearance, until it finally fell to the ground.

Blood —

Crimson thick liquid — it oozes like rubies from a limp body in scarlet streams along the floor and down to your feet, and you feel how strong and fast your heart beats arrhythmically, dispersing the blood through your own body with a loud noise from an overabundance of the body, forcing the whole body to break through weak pulsation, you don’t even have time to comprehend what is happening, as a heavy and itchy load immediately falls on your entire body, starting to feel cold sweat that collected in small drops on your skin, forcing your hands to automatically start trying to convulsively brush off the unpleasant discharge.

Nausea —

Unbearable pressure on the cranium — which seemed to have an impact on you from all sides, as soon as you look away from the corpse, your head starts to spin and your breath spirals in earnest, a disgusting lump forms in your throat and it seemed as if all space was leaving under your feet, and any matter around dissolving, followed by a vile, indescribable feeling that forced the body to strain to its maximum limit.

Panic —

An overwhelming feeling that sharply wedges everything around and is very blurry — you try to focus on the environment around you and you suddenly feel that you have nothing to breathe, in an instant you seem to be deprived of any access to oxygen, which, it would seem, should have been enough, your mouth opens in panic and in a futile attempt to swallow more air, but everything turns out to be in vain.

Comfort —

A sharp feeling of psychophysical pleasure and the opportunity to breathe — the necessary warmth began to spread through the body following the sensation of someone's arms ringed around you, someone's strong figure embraces you in an understanding embrace, as if only wanting to divert your thoughts from everything that previously worried you, and then a heavy hand lies on your back and begins to slowly draw ornate patterns with his fingertips

— «Shh.. everything is fine..»

the velveteen tone of voice helps to recognize in whose hands you are and the heart finally stops abnormally rushing around the chest, your breathing gradually returns to normal and in a matter of a moment the lump rolls back from a simple realization — you are in the safest possible place at the moment.

Monastery —

The long awaited feeling that falls on your shoulders and covers you with apathy like a blanket — a successfully completed mission safely returned you for some time to your usual state of affairs, being in the comfortable environment of your monastery and inspiring peace of mind that affects better than any medicine that helps excess weight and thoughts vanish from your body like something superfluous.

Alcohol —

Astringent and bitter taste that recreates a burning sensation in the mouth and further down the throat — an uncounted sip of ruby liquid makes the body perform an incredible somersault, thoughts turn into porridge and eyes get wet over an unpleasant veil that your obscuring gaze, because it is in such an environment that memories overtake you.

Aggression —

Discontent seething through the veins with hot blood, covering everything in front of you — your eyebrows frown after the hope that a few sips of alcohol will help you calm down and cope with painful thoughts, a glass of tart liquid is instantly emptied, your heart is convulsively knocking on your chest and blood walks all over your body with a familiar noise, and then you can’t stand it, with all your strength you hit the glass on the table, breaking the glass to smithereens, while your fingers instinctively clench around the fragments in an attempt to forget, injuring yourself on thin glass.

Return —

A confusing sensation of fussiness and unbearable tension — an unusual sudden fussiness and tight clenching of the lips until the pinkish skin turns white, new and uncomfortable feelings that arose somewhere on the internal soil due to the meeting with the long straight corridor that led to the oval office, provoking uncomfortable bubbling and noticeable lack of air to re-form deep inside, while the mind screamed endlessly that there was no place for weakness and your own discomfort, so the fingers had to slide along the bridge of the nose in an attempt to get out of the viscous shackles of an unpleasant foreboding.

Disruption —

Acute anxiety and inability to focus on the environment — as soon as you cross the threshold of the door out of the office on cottony legs, you already unconsciously rush towards any free room to lie down there until you come to your senses, until your vision swims worse than the raging sea waves followed by a sharp movement of your hand that pulls some unknown door handle for you to roll over the threshold and lock yourself between four walls, leaning back against a wooden surface and taking in air into the lungs.

Need —

Feeling unable to cope with what is happening on your own — fingers smear transparent drops of tears on your face before lifting your head and only then perceive the surrounding picture, in your most vulnerable and hopeless position you locked yourself in an unknown office with a man whom you had already allowed to probe your weakness — Leon Scott Kennedy, you know nothing about him except his name and pair of blue eyes that look at you in pure surprise, and you feel even worse from the realization that if he were to pull you to him again now, you would gladly give in to this impulse, but instead you stand with your back to him and tremblingly reach for the door handle.

Consolation —

A warm, honey like feeling that you succumb to and let yourself feel weaker than usual — only to hear an already completely unimportant document slap on the table before footsteps echo against your eardrums and you feel close contact with his warm chest before strong arm shamelessly wrap around your waist line, carefully and torturously slow forcing you, like a feather, to turn to face him, only to bury your face somewhere in his chest and at the same moment endless and unintelligible sobs pour from your lips, and the tongue unties itself, as soon as his voice with warm breath touches the shell of your ear

— «Shh, sweetheart, i got you.. i got you»

your voice is hoarse and torn after another sob, and you don’t care at what moment a gentle appeal sweetly slipped from his lips

— « I-I'm.. I-I can't take it, Leon.. I'm»

— «I know.. i know»

Attraction —

A blind reaction to the inability to think concretely — a ridiculous desire to remain in caring hands and sink into an unexpected need to feel his presence closer, to force all the disgusting memories to burn out of your head as your head slowly lifts up to meet his gaze with your tear stained eyes, and his hand is incredibly tender as he caresses your cheek and his thumb carefully traces a line under your eyes, collecting tears and watching your eyelashes quiver at the sudden feeling of embarrassment that has blossomed inside you and revealed a pinkish blush on your cheeks.

Awareness —

A complete understanding and acceptance of what is happening, penetrating the spine, an awareness of a need that rises above everything else — his head slowly lowers to face you, and a finger slides from your cheek to your chin to gently lift it, you catch a small quiver of his eyelashes before his warm lips touch yours in an uncertain kiss, and you don’t even have time to comprehend what is happening and the seething heat inside, which made your heart contract and beat not because of an unpleasant lump of feelings, but something warmer, and he pulls away with a half lidded eyes in order to cover half of his face with his hand, squeezing out

— «I'm sorry.. i shouldn't do this, probably, i should - »

he does not finish, because the realization hits you with pressure and you give in to the need, dropping your lips to his again.

Passion —

A strong impulse that is accompanied by an irresistible attraction to someone — something that makes you find yourself in his arms, seasoning your back against a cool wall, while his warm tongue greedily explored all the depths of your mouth and your sweet lips, pulling charming moans and needy whining to his ears — he is ready to give in to your every desire, drawing a path of kisses from your lips to your neck to paint it with bright buds of scarlet traces, a warm hand carefully pulls off your blouse to throw it behind your back, needing to touch your seductive flesh, teasingly swiping his tongue up your collarbones as his free hand gently yanks off your bra, making you whine

— «Please, hmn.. L-Leon..»

his voice is lower than usual, demonstrating a reciprocal need for contact as his tongue touches your chest and lightly brushes your nipples with his teeth, causing your spine to intuitively arch and your fingers to sink into his shoulders

— «Mm, sweetheart, just a little bit, want to taste every part of your delicious body..»

Lust —

The need for voluptuousness, sensual sexual desire from which all sorts of sensible thoughts float — the only thing that left room for thinking was how to cover every part of your body with his marks in order to squeeze out more moans and sweet sobs from you, and it comes out when he gives you what you wished for a long time, wriggling in his arms for closer contact.

his hand slid freely up your thigh, making your legs flinch around his waist, while his hand teasingly lay on your pubic tubercle hidden behind the thin, soaked fabric of your panties to run his fingers along your sensitive spot, listening to how his name slides from your swollen lips

— «L-Leon!»

he hums, turns his attention back to your face and in a quivering kiss covers your lips again until his fingers finally begin to make jagged and erratic patterns over the small pea of your clit, smiling into your lips as your back arches sharply and your head rises back, and he seizes this moment to slip outside of your underwear and pull the panties down, leaving them hanging from your leg while his fingers spread your labia minora to plunge one finger into your wet crotch, swiping and repeating fictitious movements in and out , until your hips begin to buck up intuitively, with every opportunity to move towards his caresses — and a smirk blooms on his lips, he adds another finger and watches your face writhe with an overabundance of feelings.

Euphoria —

An overwhelming sense of bliss — trembling into every cell of your body, making you tremble in his firm arms and sink your head into his shoulder as the walls of your cunt clenched and unclenched around his fingers until the sweet sensation of orgasm slowly subsided, allowing him to take his fingers out and bring them up to his lips, licking your juices utterly greedily, watching your cheeks redden shamefacedly at the sight of him savoring you on his fingers before sinking back into your joint kiss, letting you taste that strange taste on the tip of your tongue before moaning into his lips with not a request, but a sincere need

— «N-need.. need you..»

a low laugh sounds extremely languid, vibrating off his chest and allowing you to feel it to the fullest in connection with you being in his hands, while his whisper caressed your ear, swiping a wet strip along your ear lobe, drawing a sob out of you

— «Need what, hun? You need to talk properly, hm?»

the challenge in the tone of his voice makes you flinch, the desire to feel his cock deep inside of your cunt covered everything with a veil and pressure in the lower abdomen, provoking your tongue to untie enough to squeeze out embarrassedly

— «Need your c-cock.. inside, please.»

a satisfied smile stretches along the line of his lips so that he again covers her lips with his, soft and hot, weaving his fingers into strands of your hair and running between them with his fingers, while his relatively cottony legs from his own arousal lead him to a table nearby, Leon lays you on lightly cool surface before parting your lips and finally freeing himself from the stuffy layers of clothing.

Frenzy —

An extreme degree of mental arousal, a violent loss of self-control — a surge that makes him, with impatient and sharp movements, pull off his t-shirt and throw it aside, only to go down with his hand to the belt of his trousers, tangling his fingers in the buckle and deftly releasing it to lower the interfering fabric into floor, and all he needs is one quick glance at your glossy eyes that are following the movement of his hands and how he was getting close to the elastic of his boxers as if he play's with a cat, with you.

the nervous lump finds its way down your throat as you watch as Leon releases the rubber band and lets his cock slide out freely, causing him to shudder in contact with the cool air, revealing to you a view of his slightly swollen cock dripping with precum, his footsteps in your direction measured and feel like an eternity, until you feel his hands smoothly spread your legs, running his tongue over his lips at the sight of your shiny with arousal cunt, and the spine arches by itself as your hips thrust into his touch, and you hide your reddened face in your hands, suddenly feeling his lips on the skin of your neck, shuddering from his hot breath and sensual whisper

— «Don't hide your pretty face, darling»

he adjoins his sharp cheekbone to your neck and then leaves a smeared bite, leading a path of crimson hickeys and butterfly kisses to the line of your sharp collarbones and teasing them with his teeth, awakening in you an unbearable heat from the accumulated arousal that provokes you to reach down with your hand, groping for his cock and running a finger along his urethra, smearing precum all over it and getting out Leon's sharp growl, which is then covered by his deep voice

— «You want this so much, aren't you, needy thing?»

his tone of voice completely obscures your mind and ability to think concretely, so you foolishly nod your head and whine from a quivering kiss on the top of your head before he starting to act, slowly pushing his crimson head inside your cunt, marveling at the ultimate narrowness

— «F-fuckgh, sweet thing, you are so tight»

his movements are slow and measured, full of exhilarating excitement, before he picks up the pace and begins to move more boldly, pressing his hips against your buttocks, on which his large and slightly rough hands rested, as his cock plunged into your hot insides with each time faster and faster, watching with eyes covered with lust as your cunt sucks his cock into you all the way and shrinking as if refusing to let go, and his pace became almost animal, pulling out loud and hoarse moans from the depths of your throat, covering your mouth with his hand and whispering softly into your ear, while he slowly put your legs on his shoulders

— «Shh, sweetheart, don't want anyone to know what we're doing here, aren't you?»

and you nod dumbly again, feeling your legs rest on his shoulders as he rams into you from a completely different angle, hitting your kervix and enjoying your muffled moans and whimpers as you desperately try to mutter about the intense pressure in your stomach

— «Need t' cum.. pleaseleonwanttocum!»

he answers you with a deep growl before looking down at you and freeing your lips from his palm, replacing it with his lips to drown out your further cries of pleasure, whispering

— «Cum.. cum for me, let yourself go, yeah?»

and you writhing, moaning into his lips as he kisses you endlessly despite the catastrophic lack of air, while you ring his neck with your hands and let yourself arch, stretching like a string into a frenzy, while your knees convulsively trembled, and all the erratic moans driven by the wave of orgasm get taller, matching his by how much your cunt clenched around his cock.

— «S-shit, doll, not going to last m-much!»

you both moan obscenely loudly in unison, trying to drown out all sounds as much as possible, while your body convulses pleasure like an electric shock, he licks your swollen lips while your eyes roll back in ecstasy for a few moments, feeling Leon crush your thighs with rapture , feeling his orgasmic discharge approaching, he thrusts into your hot and dripping cunt one last time, and then ejaculates, staining the walls of your cunt with his hot ropes of cum before going limp and wrapping his strong arms around your body, pulling you closer.

Bliss —

A feeling of supreme pleasure, joyful and comforting — what you feel at last again in a long time, feeling him gently trace his thumb over the marks he covered your now limp body before pulling his cock out of you and kissing your cheek, hearing you whimper softly before snuggling closer to him from being so tired and wanting to stay in this trembling moment - so he gently strokes your back, lifting your chin to look at your tired sleepy eyes, which makes him mumble softly

— «How are you feeling now, hun?»

your lips curl into a warm, sleepy smile before nuzzling into his chest and muttering, hugging him as tightly as you can, clinging to your current situation

— «Good.. never felt so good before..»

those were the last words from you before you let fatigue and exhaustion get the best of you and pass out in his arms and gentle presence.

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[xmy-love-to-youx]

Night moves

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x reader

Summary: Leon convinced Y/N that her husband is not the man for her but Leon is

Warning: Smut, cheating, p in v, 18+ content

A/N: This is inspired by He doesn't love you by @strawberrywrites. Check her out, she's a cool writer :)

It was another day at the office, the sun shines through the windows in your office. It was a warm day so you decided that you'd wear a white button shirt with black pants and some heels.

You were a respected woman in your job, your the best at what you do and in being the best, you interact with the legends such as Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield and his sister Claire, Rebecca Chambers and lastly the blonde that brings chaos into your normal life, Leon Scott Kennedy.

You just can't seem to shake the guy off, his a force of nature. No rules apply to him, he walks into any room he wants, he just puts a smile on your face for what ever he chaos cooks up.

Speak of the devil, he marched into your office like he owns it. In his hands, he holds coffee. With a sigh you place down your pen.

"Good morning" he places the coffee down on your dark oak desk.

"Good morning Leon, your in early today. Is the world ending?" I joked and wrapped my hand around the coffee mug.

"Ha ha. Very funny" he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

He made himself at home and sat down, the sun light falls on his form. The light brings out his beautiful blue eyes, his blonde hair brightens, his stubble starts showing on his face.

"You free? I got two tickets to watch a movie, I asked Chris but he bailed out on me" he says.

"I'd love to Leon, really I do but I'm married and I can't go watch a movie with another man" I explain to him and took a sip of my coffee.

The sweet taste of coffee invades my taste buds and immediately boosted my energy.

"You know I hate it when men are stupid" he says, staring at his coffee.

"What?" I looked at him, confused.

"Your husband is cheating Y/N" he took his eyes off his coffee and looks me in the eyes.

My heart drops into my stomach. My mind rejects it. I don't want to believe it. You love him...

"Leon please. Don't. You can't bait me into sleeping with you" I said.

"I'm not baiting you. I'm telling you the truth. His cheating on you. With his assistant. Why do you think his barely at home?" Leon says.

When the words leaves Leon's lips, it made sense. It was always in front of you but you didn't acknowledge it, you always chose to believe that with his promotion, he became very busy and that work demands his attention.

You felt your world shatter around you, your heart beating in your ears but also breaking at the same time.

Warmth cups your hand and it brings you out to your trance. Leon had cupped your hand in worry.

"I..." tears streams down my cheeks.

"I know. I'm sorry" he slowly embraced you in his strong arms.

And just like that, the dam broke loose and I started crying uncontrollably. At that moment I felt like I died in his arms, the pain was too much to bare, like a part of me died. I guess a part of me died.

Leon held me in his arms and his heart broke to see me in so much pain. He couldn't let me in live in a loveless marriage but he isn't happy seeing me cry either. If he could take the pain away, he could.... Wait... He can.

He will.

"Y/N, look, you don't deserve this. You are the sweetest person I know. You're an angel actually. Leave him, divorce him, you deserve someone who will love you" Leon looks at me with the softest look.

For a moment, the pain flew away and I was trapped in a sweet moment. His blue eyes drank me in and warmed my heart. My heart wants to cry but my mind wants to leave my husband and go for Leon.

"Huh?" I looked at him with widened eyes.

"Divorce him and be with me. I'm better than him" Leon's hand gently wipes away my tears with his thumb.

My mind weighs out the opinions, the pros and cons of the situation. It's either my cheating husband or Leon. After some time, I finally came to a conclusion...

My mind races with thoughts with the speed of light. I stared in the mirror at myself. It's been a while since I've wore something revealing. Something sexy.

I feel confident.

I feel powerful.

I feel good.

A smile plays on my lips as I watch how my dress hugs my curves perfectly. My breast looks perfect in this dress, my hair is styled to perfection and complimented with make-up and some heels.

Excited blooms inside me, for once, I felt happy and free. With my hands behind my back, I thought about Leon might react to this. His hands roaming my body. His body rubbing against mine. I giggled like a school girl and covered my face.

"What are you wearing?" my husband demands from behind me.

I turned around and faced him. His eyes scans my body, lust evident in his eyes. He reached out to touch me but I pulled away before he could.

"No touching" I said, sternly.

"No touching? I'm your husband. I'm allowed to touch you" he says, stepping closer to me.

"Oh. Like you touch your assistant? I bet you two have a lot of fun while I suffer alone. Wishing my 'husband' was with me. It's over between us. I left the divorce papers on your desk, I want them signed immediately" without saying another word, I marched past him.

My heart beats in my ears and I felt a burden lift off me. I happily skipped to my car and got in, I drove away from the place I once called home, I drove away with a smile.

My night with Leon was perfect, full of laughter, smiles and comfort. Something I haven't felt in a while. He spoiled me by taking me to a fancy restaurant which we didn't stay long because it was too boring for him. Too quiet. We ended up grabbing a lot of food by McDonald's and watched the stars for a bit.

Which is how we ended up in his house, his on his back, on his bed with our lips trapped in a heated kiss. His hands on the back of my thighs and they slowly move upwards towards my ass, his hands felt so good on my skin. The rough pads of his fingers grips the soft flesh of my ass and it draws a moan out of me.

I slowly pulled my lips away from his and sat comfortably on his hips, my legs on both sides of him. He looked so beautiful under the moonlight, his cheeks has a slight blush, his lips swollen and slightly red from the kiss.

I slowly grind my clothed heat against him, the feeling was too good, it was like electricity moved through us. Leon moves us so that he hovers over me, his lips found my neck and assaulted my skin with kisses, his hips rolls against mine, his jeans rough against my sensitive skin and it feels so good.

It wasn't long until we discarded our clothes, I rolled us over and sat on his hips once again. His hard cock pokes my entrance and I slowly sunk down onto him. A moan leaves our lips, his stretching me so good and touching places I never knew existed.

Leon props himself onto his elbows and watches as I sink onto his cock, his eyes explodes with lust as he watches my pussy take his cock so well.

I started rolling my hips, riding him. I placed my hands on his chest and started with a steady and slow pace. Leon watched as I fucked myself with his cock deep inside me, his eyes watched as my face twisted with pleasure and it feeds his ego. No words were exchanged, I was enjoying the feeling of him inside me. I was too focused on the pleasure than trying to form words.

Leon rolled us over and spreads my legs wider, the light falls onto the place where we connect and seeing his cock covered in my essence ignited a fire inside him. His hips slams into mine, knocking the air out of my lungs, something between a wheeze and moan leaves my lips.

A string of curse words leaves his hips and he aims to drill deeper into me, the head of his cock kisses my cervix and I moan Leon's name. My fingernails dig into his skin and it drives him crazy.

The room echoed the wet sounds coming from my pussy, Leon leans closer to me, bringing his lips to my ear.

"Feels good, doesn't it? I bet your husband's small dick couldn't make you feel this good. I'm better than him. I'm gonna make you mine" his voice deep, primal. A growl leaves his lips.

My gummy walls grips him tightly and a knit forms in my stomach. His cock twitches inside me and fuck it felt good.

"So fucking tight. If you keep squeezing me like that, I'm gonna cum" he growls lowly in my ear.

His voice, the way his slamming into me, his cock knocking against my cervix was too much for me to handle.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and clinged to him like my life depended on him. My orgasm took me by surprise and washed over me, my vision nearly turning black and all sound blurs out and sound distant. I was on cloud 9, I felt so good and what brought me down was the feeling of his thick white ropes shooting into me. It was so warm and it filled me up.

A gasp leaves my lips, everything felt so good. I've never had such intense sex before and I'm glad I got to experience it with Leon. My body felt heavy, Leon gathers me into his arms and lays down next to me.

His arm wrapped around me while the other, his hand, runs through my hand. No words were exchanged but I can feel the love radiating off him and it was nice.

The months flew by fast, my ex-husband regrets cheating and texts me every now and then, begging for me to return home, for us to start over but it's too late. Leon already claimed me, he is everything my ex wasn't and that's evident with the love that grows inside me every day.

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Buy me Ko-fi

[jadeitelaire]

AO3 🚪 https://archiveofourown.org/works/63107014

Leon S. Kennedy x Jack Krauser 🐍🦋

Word Count: 2.8k

⚠️WARNING: NSFW, Intersex Leon S. Kennedy, Bottom Leon S. Kennedy, Top Jack Krauser, PWP, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Vaginal Fingering, Penis, Gay Sex, Omega Verse, Alpha Jack Krauser, Beta Leon S. Kennedy

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Leon Scott Kennedy considered himself fairly average when it came to sex—not boring, just… straightforward. Much like his Beta designation, he wasn’t the type to experiment much. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, but with age, temperament, and thousands of days spent honing his body and skills to be a reliable, unremarkable top-tier agent, he never really had the opportunity to… ahem, explore. His boyfriend had never complained either—except for that first time they were completely naked together, when a teasing “Didn’t expect you to be a virgin, huh” nearly made Leon break his nose and storm out half-dressed.

Now, with Valentine’s Day around the corner, he found himself walking past a lingerie section in the mall. This entire floor was clearly designed with an Alpha-and-Omega demographic in mind—feathers, tassels, sequins, lace, studs, and a whole arsenal of bold, shamelessly displayed toys that made it look more like an erotic expo than a shopping center. Not that any of it was new to him; he had already seen these products on the brand’s social media. The only reason I follow that account, he reminded himself, is because they post educational sex health content every Thursday. Illustrated. Informative. This is normal. This is healthy.

The colors in the photos had seemed even gaudier, but he had to admit, they did their job of being visually stimulating. He spent a full ten seconds picturing himself in one of those pieces. The model in the promotional shot wore silver nipple clamps adorned with rhinestones. Leon shivered at the thought, already anticipating phantom pain. Krauser does like biting my nipples. Every damn time, they end up swollen… Wait—how the hell was that thigh ribbon even supposed to be tied? Confused, he furrowed his brows and shoved himself back into the mental safety of his usual loose loungewear.

It wasn’t that he had zero interest at all—he just genuinely didn’t understand. Weren’t Alpha and Omega pheromones already enough to lure and arouse their natural mates? Leon forced himself to shake off the thought with a deadpan expression and strode toward the trusted men’s underwear section in the corner. Compared to the absurd spectacle he had just witnessed, this place was like a lotus blooming in the mud, a pure oasis in a desert of depravity—black, white, gray, deep navy, and various skin tones, all in understated, sensible designs. At last, something that didn’t make his head spin.

I’m here to buy underwear. Just regular underwear for wearing under a suit. Breathable, sweat-absorbent, seamless. Leon knew his own physique well. He was satisfied with his weekly training regimen, and he was aware that people liked to stare—at his chest, his waist, his thighs. He despised the idea of worrying about underwear lines showing through his tailored suits while executing a punch, a dodge, or a leg lock. I’m a Secret Service agent assigned to the goddamn President. When shit hits the fan, I have to be able to land three solid punches, one leg choke, and two roundhouse kicks while wearing a properly pressed suit. Jesus Christ.

“Mr. Kennedy, here’s your complimentary gift for reaching the spending threshold. Please check for any defects before leaving the store—just a reminder that gifts, like purchased items, cannot be exchanged or returned once taken out.”

The sales associate was a slim young woman with streaks of purple-magenta in her neatly tied french bun. She wore the store’s signature tailored pantsuit, looking almost like an elegant young agent herself.

Leon blinked. A gift? He took the thick paper bag she handed him and peered inside. His face instantly burned.

He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and was just about to politely decline when the woman quickly slipped another item into the bag—a bottle of pheromone fragrance spray.

“Oh! Almost forgot this—” she said with a warm, professional smile. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

This was one of his little weaknesses—Leon struggled to say no to diligent retail employees. It explained why his home was full of unnecessary freebies and random promotional items. Forcing a strained but polite smile, he accepted the bag. He wasn’t even sure why he felt embarrassed or annoyed; she was just doing her job. Customer satisfaction had been this brand’s pride for a hundred years, and loyal shoppers were entitled to their membership perks.

By twilight, he was home. He unpacked the new underwear, tossed them into the laundry bin, ordered pizza, and ran himself a hot bath.

Krauser was still in his study, on a video call with the Pentagon. He had been working from home all week—the lingering early spring chill made his arm ache, and it was easier to manage discomfort this way.

The bathwater softened Leon up completely. He kicked his legs lightly, sending small ripples across the tub. The pheromone spray bottle sat on the sink, its label promising Sicilian Citrus—First Love in Midsummer. He didn’t think about the other item in the bag. Not yet.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been soaking when the diminishing warmth of the water made him shiver. As he blinked his eyes open, he was met with an upside-down view of Krauser’s face looming over him.

“Were you asleep? The pizza’s here.” His tone was neutral, unreadable.

Leon reached up with his right hand, fingers slightly spread, palm hovering just shy of touching Krauser’s cheek. The taller man stared at those blunt fingertips, then seemed to understand. He leaned in, pressing his face into Leon’s calloused hand.

Krauser heard the faint splash of water as his lover’s thighs shifted against each other. His gaze dropped lower, catching sight of Leon’s free hand pressed between his legs beneath the water’s surface.

The man crouched beside the tub. Leon’s hand remained on his face, his thumb idly stroking the old scar above his lip. Krauser bent further, catching the mischievous hand in his own, fingers slotting neatly between Leon’s. Leon drew in a quiet breath, tipping his pelvis forward in the water, parting his legs in silent invitation.

Krauser’s rough fingers curled around him, kneading his balls in slow, practiced motions. Leon melted at the sensation—he loved the way those hands felt. Krauser leaned in close, letting the blond rest against his shoulder. A deep, affectionate rumble vibrated in his chest. He let go of what he had been massaging and traced lower, seeking something else. Leon, ever in sync, wordlessly drew his knees toward his chest.

Wanna be fucked. Wanna get ruined by you. Leon pursed his lips together, his cornflower-blue eyes brimming with either innocence or raw desire as he sent Krauser an unmistakable invitation. It was true—they hadn’t had much leisure time lately. The narrow window before heading out for work each sunrise allowed only for quick, convenient moments: hurried blowjobs and fingers pushing inside. Leon didn’t like it when Krauser wore a condom, yet refused to let him finish on his underwear. And the exhaustion of coming home late at night translated into the dark circles they both noticed while sharing breakfast the next morning. The kind of sex where they went at it until their minds turned hazy, skipping meals, Leon crying out and shaking his head to escape his grip—hell, even throwing punches at Krauser’s already sore waist—had somehow become a thing of the past, a faded indulgence from two months ago. A sudden realization hit Krauser like a tire running over a nail—his traditionally steadfast, masculine pride letting out a slow, deflating hiss.

Damn. Work really was exhausting.

Leon’s thighs trembled, unable to press together, as two of Krauser’s fingers ravaged his cunt, constantly grazing those hypersensitive spots. His soft, slick lips stretched open in pleasure with each deep thrust, like the petals of a pink water lily blooming under the rippling pond. Krauser slid in a third finger, his thumb pressing against the small nub at his entrance, circling it faster and faster. Leon recalled that bastard’s expression from two mornings ago—when Krauser had sucked on his swollen, aching clit with single-minded focus—and the memory alone sent weak, involuntary moans tumbling from his lips.

Krauser wanted to make his writhing, gasping lover feel good. Leon shuddered like a fish yanked from the water, thrashing as if caught on a line. The hand gripping him nearly ached from the strain. Krauser gathered his strength, pressing Leon down while he rose onto his toes again, using the tight muscles of his thighs and abs to lift his lower body completely out of the water. His trembling, greedy walls clamped down, and after a few hard thrusts, Krauser withdrew his fingers. He pinched Leon’s fully engorged clit and, with a measured force, delivered a few smacks to the wet, quivering mound.

Leon let out a choked gasp, too shocked to suppress the sound. His lower abdomen tightened before suddenly unraveling, and his release came in erratic pulses—splashing straight onto Krauser’s face.

“...?!”

Still adrift in the aftershocks, Leon struggled to pull himself back to shore. Krauser coughed, but waited patiently for him to catch his breath before pulling his flushed, trembling body out of the tub and wrapping him in a clean bathrobe. Leon stepped out, unwilling to meet his gaze. Krauser’s sleeves were soaked. His face was wet, too.

Leon absentmindedly picked up a small towel and pressed it against the man's face, failing to notice the water pooling on the tiles. His foot slipped. He tumbled into Krauser’s broad chest, brushing against the unmistakable heat of his hardness beneath the fabric.

“Uh… do you want to—”

“The pizza’s getting cold.”

Krauser only ruffled his hair before turning to leave the bathroom.

…Was he really that tired? Leon tightened the robe’s sash as the thought crossed his mind, but it didn’t matter. He was starving now, anyway.

-

If it wasn’t for—damn it, if it wasn’t for catching Krauser liking that see-through lace garter belt set on social media, he would never have gotten himself into this trouble.

Leon thought angrily as he faced the mirror, pulling down the metal clasps at the back to attach them to an unripped part of the stockings—he'd been too clumsy and rough earlier.

The member gift was quality, living up to Leon's favorite brand. They hadn’t cut corners just because it was a free gift. Unlike the harsh black and red color schemes common in intimate apparel, this ivory-beige satin added at least five hundred bucks of value to his wardrobe and perfectly complemented his fair complexion that never seemed to tan.

He tugged at the straps under his chest, the barely centimeter-wide fabric firmly gripping his ribs, ambiguously crossing his torso in a breast-supporting formation. The shoulder straps felt a bit harsh against his skin. Leon convinced himself it wasn’t much different from a gun holster, but his pubic hair itched uncomfortably under the damned sheer crotchless panties. Leon took them off, irritably stuffing them into a corner of the closet. He took his first deep breath of the day, fishing out a Prussian blue house robe from among the layers of hangers. He’d originally thought he could learn from Agent Brent’s husband—Mason? That must be his name—who said something about house robes being breathable and comfortable, suitable for their age and status. He’d impulsively ordered one online without thinking, only to find upon delivery that the size was wrong—too big for him, too small for Krauser, let alone the fact that his rough partner, who only knew about shaving and pomade, would absolutely decline such flowing garments. So he returned to his college student style of Star Wars tees and boxer briefs.

Whatever. He carelessly pulled it on, the long dark fabric covering most of his body. Leon mentally nodded in approval before checking the time on his phone.

4:58 PM

In two more minutes, Jack Krauser would be free from his packed schedule of meetings. Leon thought excitedly, looking down once more to check his outfit. The stockings were so tight, and his feet felt a bit cold—should he put on slippers?

5:00 PM

As usual, Krauser would go to the kitchen for water to wet his throat, then step outside for a smoke. He hadn't left his study yet. Leon adjusted his falling bangs in the mirror. Where should he wait for Krauser? Kitchen? Study? Or just hide in the bedroom? Was he crazy? Not the living room—they’d just had the sofa cleaned last month, and next week they’d both be away on separate business trips.

5:06 PM

Assuming Krauser was already smoking in the front yard—with his military habits, he rarely made any noise when walking. Leon quickly slipped into the bathroom, grabbed the fragrance bottle left forgotten on the sink last night, and sprayed twice into the air, letting the delicate woody orange scent rain evenly onto his hair tips and shoulders.

This was meant for hair, right? He pondered in his suddenly not-so-bright mind. Pubic hair was still hair... No, forget it.

5:11 PM

Does it take that long to smoke one cigarette?

Leon snapped the perfume cap shut, turning from his distracted state toward the living room corridor. All of Krauser’s shoes were there, so he definitely wasn’t outside... He turned and walked until his toes touched the study door. What should he say? Happy Valentine's Day? Leon suddenly felt a nauseating panic. He’d fought against nearly three-meter-tall B.O.W.s, blown them up with rocket launchers, and carved a bloody path through a village of crazed Mediterraneans, but he’d never done something like this—trying to seduce his lover wearing what barely counted as a few strings. What even was all this?

Leon knocked on the door. No response.

He wasn’t sure what to say first, but before he could decide, he’d already pushed the door open.

“Krauser, what are you—” Taking an impatient half-step forward, Leon stepped on the hem of his—damn house robe.

Krauser turned around in his computer chair, wearing headphones. On his computer screen was a video conferencing app, with a row of about twelve participant headshots on the right side.

Leon wished he could return to Raccoon City, September 30, 1998.

-

Leon Scott Kennedy wasn't afraid of cold, but he decided to use every blanket in the bedroom to wrap himself into an airtight silk cocoon. He considered himself a foolish silkworm that couldn't overcome evolution. He wanted to sleep through early spring, waiting for the chrysalis to shrivel and fall with the spring rain, carrying him into the ground to rot and decompose.

He couldn’t remember who closed the door; such details were irrelevant. But he remembered the searing heat on his face exploding in his chest like New Year’s fireworks. He lay face-down in the blankets, his ears burning sizzling, as if someone had welded his earlobes into his ear canals. It felt like that moment on flights when the aircraft suddenly ascends or descends, violently lifting and churning his insides, yet he had to swallow it down hard, not letting this irritating weightlessness spread to his limbs. His fingers curled, unconsciously gripping the corners of the blanket. He could even feel the back of his neck getting slightly damp. He refused to accept reality—he’d rather Krauser swing his mutated claws and tell him to stab himself to death again. He wanted—

He wanted to cry.

Leon buried his face in the pillow with a silent sob, deciding to skip dinner too.

Krauser sighed softly, peeling the blond silkworm out of the blankets layer by layer. Leon’s eyes were red. He pulled tight the last piece of fabric covering his body—that cursed house robe—and wiped his face, pretending not to notice Krauser’s gaze lingering on his bare chest. Neither spoke.

“Are you done with work?” The young man finally broke the silence, his voice bitter and hoarse. He glanced at Krauser’s half-smiling profile, then flopped face-down into the pillow again. Son of a bitch.

“Mm, I’m done,” Krauser replied, unable to hold back a grin. “You did all this for Valentine's—”

“Please don't say anything.”

Leon shuddered when Krauser’s fingers slipped under the robe. He felt strangely resistant, but the massage at his waist made him relax slightly. Leon gathered his courage to turn over, facing the ceiling as he spoke.

“Next time I’ll wait for you to open the door yourself—” Leon’s voice was muffled, like bubbles at the bottom of a pool. “…About the meeting, I'm sorry.”

Krauser’s lips covered his, along with his broad shoulders and his scent—the cigarette smell Leon hated was strongest, followed by subtle notes of fir, lake, and black coffee. Betas weren’t as sensitive to their partner’s pheromones as other genders, but he remembered these elements. Leon felt slightly dazed amid the increasingly heated breathing, feeling arousal pooling in his lower abdomen, already dampening the sheets below. The young man embraced the man above him, kissing the diagonal scar on his cheek and lip, opening his eyes to meet the amusement in his lover's gaze. Their lips met again as Krauser reached down to untie the bow-knot at the base of Leon's thigh.

“No need to apologize, rookie. You're beautiful. I love it.”

-the end-

[noryszz]

Whiskey kiss

Leon x reader - alcohol, dull motives, uncertainty, fear of relationships

💋There may be inaccuracies in translation as I am not a native English speaker💋

Leon was greeted by the rays of the sun, which began to hide behind thick clouds, covering the sky with their canvas. He stretched sleepily on the soft bed. Kennedy ran his hands over his face, trying to cheer himself up. The hand went to the right side in search of the phone. Taking it in his hands, Scott looked at the screen - exactly 6 o'clock in the evening. He himself didn’t remember how he fell asleep at lunchtime, apparently fatigue and stress took their toll. Recently, a man was on a difficult mission, and after it it is very difficult to restore his usual and normal sleep pattern. It was also on this mission that he met Ada and now Leon is particularly disappointed in her. He knew from the very beginning that they would not succeed. That this “relationship” is worthless. Kennedy had been like a dog attached to her since Raccoon City. He didn’t want to let go, he held on until the last, but Wong still left. From time to time. This is a vicious circle that leads to the abyss, and not to the meeting of clear love. Scott knew full well that this needed to end. So he did. I understood that in fact my heart was given not to the woman who just used it, but to you. You are so close and so far at the same time.

The man doesn’t know how to approach you correctly so that you don’t hurt him with thorns. This is exactly what you seemed like in the eyes of strangers: a mysterious and inaccessible rose that could hurt anyone. But he was simply afraid and is still afraid. Because of his deplorable experience with Ada, Kennedy feels that no matter who he opens his fragile and crippled heart to, he will also be mercilessly trampled and silently left, leaving him in oppressive silence. In search of answers: “Why is this happening to me?,” “What did I deserve?” Everything is so complicated and confusing... But he knows one thing for sure - nothing but Raccoon City connects him with Ada and he needs to put an end to it. Long time ago it's time.

When Leon more or less recovers from his sleepy state, remembering that today he was invited to a colleague’s birthday. You will be there too, and this news makes Scott’s heart beat like crazy, echoing in his ears. The main thing is not to be late and be on time. Make a good impression on you. But what's the point? A man long ago decided for himself that he would no longer open his heart to anyone, not even to the woman whom he considers his ideal - you. Or rather, only the mind thinks so, not the heart.

The heart is like a romantic nature, which is drawn to admire you, shower you with compliments, gain courage and confess deep feelings. But fear and common sense are stronger. They block such things. He doesn’t let you close to him, he always keeps you away. Afraid of hurting both. Putting down the phone, Leon sat up in bed, looking around the empty house. The oppressive atmosphere of loneliness is oppressive and gets worse every day. It pains him so much to watch so many of his colleagues find love. How their eyes sparkle and their smile is brighter than the daytime sun. But this is unlikely to happen to Kennedy. That's what he thought. Fingers ran over the snow-white sheet, straightening it. His gaze darted to the panoramic window in front of him. Droplets of rain can be seen on the glass, which slowly flows into a fierce downpour, creating muffled noise outside the window.

There wasn't much time to get ready for a birthday party, so Scott got up and left the bedroom, heading towards the kitchen. Turning on the coffee machine and placing a cup under it, he leaned on the table. Leon sighed sadly, looking at the second chair, which was always empty. And you could sit on it. Sleepy while he cooks breakfast for you two. Hearing your laughter and smile, which always charmed him. True, Kennedy is sure that he is not worthy of you because of his crippled soul. But loneliness is such a terrible feeling that it drives you into a corner with no way to get out. A kind of cell. If he is not destined to be happy with you, all that remains is to accept it. And this is one of the most terrible things: accepting everything as it is.

The coffee machine went silent, causing Scott to snap out of his anxious thoughts. He picked up a hot cup and drank the aromatic drink, which instantly burned his throat and spread warmth throughout his body. The man knows that on this birthday everyone will be in a festive mood except him. It was almost always like this. Leon simply has a ton of problems and it is incredibly difficult to distract himself from them and act as if nothing had happened. But this is one of the opportunities to see you again, to hear you. Kennedy is generally silent about the conversation, because it is unlikely to take place. You have your own group of friends and colleagues where Scott is not included. For him, he thinks, you are just a work colleague. Familiar, nothing more.

Having emptied the cup, the man washed it and walked back into the room. It’s better to start getting ready now so as not to fly at full speed later. The choice fell on a regular snow-white shirt and black trousers. Having put them on, my gaze darted to the tie that hung on one of the hangers. With a deep sigh, Leon took it in his hands, again not daring to put it on himself. The tie made him feel constrained, brought back memories of Raccoon City, his mission in Spain. What is it that Kennedy was strangled. Therefore, as soon as the soft fabric of the tie tightened even a little around his neck, Scott immediately ran out of air, and his state of panic increased. So it hangs here, completely untouched.

Folding it back, the man straightened his shirt, which was unbuttoned by two buttons, exposing a small part of his collarbones. He ran his palms through his hair, straightening it, and then the comb was used. Having done everything as needed, the silence and emptiness of the house was cut by a ringing telephone call. Leon blinked frequently, not knowing who needed him right now, when time was running out. Moving away from the closet, Kennedy picked up the phone. Your name flashed on the screen and his heart gave off a pleasant warmth. This hidden warmth was followed by a slight fear that, perhaps, due to some circumstances, you would not show up for your colleague’s birthday and in this way you were warning him.

The man's hands trembled slightly due to excitement. Swiping aside, he accepted the challenge. Your sigh was heard and then the soft and gentle voice that he loves so much. Scott was ready to listen to him for hours on end.

- Hello, did something happen? — Leon says and sits down on the edge of the bed. The gaze darted out the window, outside of which the rain never stopped falling.

- Hello! No, I just wanted to ask, were you invited to your colleague’s birthday? - your voice resonated pleasantly in Kennedy’s ears once again, causing his lips to break into a smile.

- They called. I'm just getting ready, so sorry. It's not very convenient to talk now. We'll meet there.

- Stop...

Scott hung up, cutting off your sentence. The man took a deep breath and covered his face with his hands. He didn’t want to answer like that, to interrupt the conversation. But as Leon promised himself earlier, he doesn’t let you get close to him. Doesn't give a reason or opportunity to get closer. Kennedy is afraid of hurting himself. But he's afraid of hurting you more. Collecting his thoughts, Scott stood up, grabbed his car keys and phone, and turned off the light in the bedroom. Dark light poured from the window from behind the storm clouds, creating a dull and gloomy atmosphere - completely conveying the man’s state of mind at the moment.

***

The rain pattered on the windshield, making the road and visibility difficult. The windshield wipers often went down and up, but didn't help much in such bad weather. Leon glanced out of the corner of his eye into the mirror above, assessing the appearance. Hair. They lie neatly in an uneven parting. There are bruises under the eyes due to disrupted sleep patterns. But overall the look is as chic and fresh as always. Having arrived at his destination, Kennedy parked near the house, where all the guests were invited. Scott unlocked the car and got out. Well, the man was immediately hit by heavy rain, causing his shirt and hair to stick unpleasantly to his hair. Leon quickly ran under the roof of the house and began knocking on the door. Even a couple of seconds was enough to get wet. Still, I should have taken an umbrella

The door opened and a colleague appeared in front of him. Kennedy went inside and handed him an envelope with money.

— Happy birthday, — Scott said in a calm tone and quickly looked around the hallway and listened to the voices that came from the living room. He immediately caught your voice and your heart began to beat faster, making you freeze.

- Thank you... Come in, don’t stand in the aisle. Can I give you a change of clothes? Or you can dry it with a hairdryer.

Leon shakes his head, taking off his wet shoes. Hands rushed to the damp hair, smoothing it and straightening it.

- No thanks. I’ll dry, — he answered briefly and with a deep sigh followed into the living room, where almost all the guests were already there. The pleasant smell of spices and all kinds of dishes hit my nose. Kennedy accidentally locked eyes with you. You smiled brightly at him and stood up.

— Hello! — you drawled and took a couple of steps. Your gaze raked over Scott's body. Due to the fact that the shirt got wet, it became transparent and through it you can see the outlines of strong muscles and abs. You blushed and to change the subject, you opened your arms for a friendly hug. He froze, not expecting such a development of events and that you would even come up to say hello. The man looked around awkwardly and squeezed out the first excuse that came to mind.

- Hello. I think you better not hug me, you'll be all wet.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, showing with all your gut that you didn’t care about this fact. You hugged his lower back. Leon's palm rested on your back, fighting the urge to stroke it and start a conversation with you. But he would rather insure you from further moral pain than open your heart and soul.

- How are you in general? “I heard that the last mission was difficult,” you asked, nudging Kennedy to talk. He always seemed like a nice and interesting person to you, with his own deep inner world that no one wanted to understand.

Scott still slowly moves away from you, avoiding eye contact with all his might.

- Yes, it was hard. But I don’t want to talk about it,” the man said coldly and a little rudely and turned his head towards the table with dishes. His heart aches from his own cold and rude answers. But it will be better for you... Is this true or is Leon just convinced of it? Unknown. Kennedy really really wants to share with you the details of the mission, about his experiences, emotions and life. It is forbidden. He had already decided a long time ago.

- What's wrong with you? “You said carefully, raising your eyebrows. Scott has never been talkative to you, but today, for some reason, he acted rude and distant.

- Nothing, everything is fine.

After these words, Leon walked to the table and chose a place away from you, so as not to give in to temptation once again. But one way or another, your views still crossed. There was the clink of dishes, conversations and muffled laughter, but none of this was important to him. Kennedy thought only about you, a bright smile, trembling hugs... It was as if he had fallen out of the world, plunging into his thoughts. The man took some food onto his plate, trying to concentrate on the food. While the others continued to discuss something, Scott remained silent. With every second, being here became unbearable.

All you did was glance at Leon. Today he seems so strange, withdrawn. Completely different. As if something had happened. His appetite disappeared, leaving behind only interest and the desire to find out what was wrong with him. After all, when you asked a substantive question, Kennedy simply waved it off and left the table. Raising your eyebrows, you tried to distract yourself at least a little, getting involved in a conversation with your colleague and other guys. And it really helped.

And only Scott continued to sit motionless, he could not see your smile, shining eyes, and laughter, knowing that he did not deserve them. And if you enter into a relationship with him, the shine and shine will fade forever. What was also upsetting was the fact that no matter how you look at it, you won’t be his girl. You will not be his beloved woman, the closest person on earth. Unable to bear it, the man stood up, taking with him a glass filled with whiskey. His feet carried him to a small sofa in the corner of the room, while the rest of his colleagues chatted cheerfully and carefree with each other. Leon sighs heavily and turns his gaze to the window, outside which the rain does not subside.

Drops hit the windowsill and slowly flow down the glass. Kennedy picks up the glass of whiskey and takes a couple of small sips, and the drink immediately burns his throat. To avoid tormenting himself even more, Scott tried not to look at those bya. So he turned his face away, slowly rotating the glass in his hands. A few minutes later, Leon felt the sofa sag a little under someone’s weight. Kennedy reflexively turned his head to the side and noticed you. You sat down on the couch and looked at Scott with a frown.

— Come on, tell me,— you whispered tenderly, afraid of making it even worse. But you really wonder how he feels and why he behaves this way.

- Tell me what? “I’m fine,” the man answered briefly, placing the glasses of whiskey on the table with a knock. You take a deep breath and gently touch his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

— I see that something is bothering you. I just want to help…

All sorts of emotions consume him. Leon shouldn't give you a chance to get closer. This seems to be the boiling point. Kennedy flares up like a match, abruptly throwing your hand off his shoulder.

- I said everything is fine! - He raised his voice and immediately regretted it. How many times have I sworn that I won’t offend or cause pain. What did you do right now? You definitely shouldn't be together. The man is simply sure that he will bring you nothing but pain. He lowered his head down and took the glass of alcohol in his hands again, nervously rubbing it in his large palms, feeling guilty. You looked away and stood up silently, leaving Scott in depressing loneliness. It made me sad that you were trying to help, but they just snapped at you.

Or you have excessive concern for everyone and a desire to help and save. You went to the kitchen to somehow escape from the sadness and just be in silence. Approaching the countertop, you placed your palms on it, looking around the stove and other elements of the kitchen. It was not clear to you why Leon suddenly became much colder. He has become so closed, inaccessible... He doesn’t let you near him, he keeps you away, he doesn’t notice you. There's clearly something fishy going on here. Just as you wanted to move away, you felt hot breath near your ear and saw someone’s palms resting on the tabletop. Pleasant goosebumps ran through your body. Still, the slight influence of alcohol made itself felt.

— Um... Forgive me,— Kennedy whispered, touching your chin. He doesn't know what motivates him now. Recklessness or true feelings that he cannot contain. Alcohol gave him courage and relaxation.

You turn your head to the right, looking at Scott’s wet and parted lips, which are a couple of centimeters from yours.

You were the first to take the initiative and involve Leon in a sweet kiss. Kennedy realized that there was no turning back and there was no point in holding back. His hand reaches for your hair, running his palm there and squeezing it. The other one grabs your waist tightly, pressing you to her body. With a quiet smacking sound, the man pushes his tongue into your mouth, interlocking with yours. You moaned through the kiss, squeezing Scott’s shoulder. The taste of whiskey was felt on the tongue. It was wet, humid and so desirable. Sanity quickly returned and Leon quickly pulled away, trying to catch his breath.

- No you can not. We can’t...I will only bring you pain,— he quickly whispered, looking down. The heart rate was simply crazy. Your lips were so soft and sweet. He wanted to kiss them more and more. But then he will cross the line that he has been building for so long. Just drown in feelings.

- You're so stupid. Calm down, I know that I will only be happy with you and no one else.

Your fingers lifted Scott’s chin. Your lips crashed into the man’s lips again, reproducing the kiss with the same passion. Leon understands that there is no point in coming up with stupid excuses, especially if you yourself want it. His warm and gentle palms touch your cheeks, slowly stroking them. Kennedy yanks you against the tabletop, continuing to crush your lips. Scott's tongue latches onto yours again, creating a dance of sorts. The bittersweet taste of alcohol intensified, adding a special passion to the kiss.

“Damn, her lips are so sweet...” the man said mentally, unable to believe that this was happening to him now: he was kissing you. The most ideal and tender girl for him, whom he had so desired for a long time. And for that matter, Leon will do everything possible so as not to hurt her. To protect it like a fragile crystal vase. Give only love and do not create wounds that cannot be corrected. Due to lack of air, the two of you pull away. Kennedy's hands slid from your cheeks to your neck, stroking it a little before removing them completely.

—I love you,— Scott whispered quietly but firmly, taking your hands in his hands, intertwining your fingers. He brought it to his lips and left a short, wet kiss. - I don't want you to get hurt. It simply seems to me that I don’t know how to love and that this will only cause suffering.

You took a deep breath and stroked his fingers through the lock.

- Leon, calm down and listen to me. How much I saw you, how much I talked with you - you are a good person. Responsible and kind. I never I wouldn’t choose someone bad as a partner. And I love you too, with all my heart.

A smile shone on your lips and, unclasping your arms, you slowly embraced, leaving behind the loud voices of your colleagues and their thoughts about something. At the moment, only you exist with each other and no one else. Kennedy's arms tighten around your waist, pulling you against his strong body. This means that the universe gave him a chance that all is not lost and that he is able to receive his long-awaited and desired love.