#re4 remake x reader

[sinsofnivan]

Oh my gosh I love your works !! If you’re taking requests still could you pleaseeee give us some more Wesker!! Something possessive if you could! xx

haunted.

it's undeniable that a part of wesker is human. he cares. he yearns. he feels. above all else, he loves. he loves you—his precious darling—who he would do everything and anything for. who belongs to him as he belonged to you. everything he does, it's for you. after all, you're his to take care of, to protect, to keep, to watch.

there's an occasional intrusive thought that you'd leave, that someone could just take you away from him. it didn't bother him, at first. it shouldn't. but the thought—no, fear—worms its way into his head. haunts him awake. and it didn't help when you took a spontaneous trip home, meeting with your old friends.

love is selfish. wesker realizes that now. because he'll never share, never share you with anyone. but you wouldn't leave, right? you belonged to him. why would you leave him, when he was a god that knelt to you?

⟡

"a, albert—," you tugged on his hair, groaning as his monstrous tongue grazed that spongy bud in your cunt, nose grinding against your clit every so often. his built arms are wrapped around your body, keeping you still. it was hard to stay upright, not when this amount of pleasure coursed through you. it made your knees weak, made you whimper as he tongue-fucked your pussy.

his sunglasses are abandoned, recklessly tossed off somewhere, so wesker could see you clearly. his usual slit pupils are dilated—dilated with lust and love as he watches you crumble before him.

he could hardly feel the fatigue pooling in his knees—that wasn’t his concern now. you were. reminding you what he could give you & what you have was. spit’s dribbling down his chin messily, smearing alongside your inner thighs; you're his. nobody else could have you, could taste you.

his tongue kept grazing on that spongy spot in that pretty pussy—he didn't even need to try. wesker just knew your body more than you knew yours. "mm," he groaned, brushing his nose against your clit. you only grind against his face pathetically. fuck, you tasted and smelled so good. his cock's aching in his pants.

another brush of his wet, tendril-like muscle and you're coming undone; squealing as your juices begin to squirt on his face. wesker's brows furrow together, drinking all of it up. he can't help himself, stroking the bulge in his pants. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—he needs you, he needs you now. your knees buckle beneath you, but that's okay, wesker's strong enough to hold you up.

you could hear just how wet you are, even with your loud, echoing moans. wesker helps you ride your high, and fuck, your vision's blurring, and your irises are receding to the back of your sockets, grip tightening on his locks again.

it hurts how you tug on his hair, but wesker doesn't really care; tongue retracting as it slowly slid out from your aching cunt. "do you feel good, my love?" you can barely process his question amidst your pleasure-fuddled brain. this is how wesker wants you. docile 'n dependent on him.

"do you feel good, my love?"

he repeats so deceivingly sweet, rubbing circles on your sensitive clit. "h, haaah—y, yes," you finally answer, hips twitching as he slowly stroked your sensitive clit. "nobody else can give this to you." switching to his thumb, you squealed when he began to practically vigorously rub your puffy clit. "a, albert—!" "right?" "yes! yesyesyes! j, jus' stop r, rubbin' it, 'm sensiti—ooh—♡!?"

you squealed when wesker takes the sensitive nub in between his fingers, pinching so unkindly 'nd coaxing out more whimpers from you. "yes— yes, o, only you c, can—hnnnggh—can m, make me feel good!" "that's iiiiit, darling. let it aaaall out." his tongue's nicely lapping on your clit again, tryin' to milk out another orgasm from you.

"albert—albeeeert, fuck! fuckfuckfuck!" another suckle of his lips, and you're spraying him everywhere, again. wesker hates to waste a drop, but whatever. he'll drink all of you. you're trembling. spit beading from the edges of your lips. starting from your inner thighs, wesker starts to kiss his way up 'til his lips are on yours; a hand wrapped around your throat as he devoured your mouth.

only you could bring this out from wesker, give into the urges that he used to suppress; tongue possessively filling your mouth as it trails down to your throat. “mph—hnn!” you weakly wrapped your arms around him.

it’s instinct for wesker to hold your body, caressing your thighs ‘nd resting nicely on your ass—and it’s instinct for him to grope 'nd knead your curvaceous rear. when you part, there’s strings of spit clinging on both your lips.

"beg me to fuck you,"

"please,"

"ah-ah. i know y'can do better than that,"

"pl, please, albe—s, sir. fuck me. stretch my cunt out. i need your cock . . . "

you beg so so prettily, 'specially when your waterline's glistenin' with salty tears, 'specially when you're palming his bulge so desperately.

"y'wanna get fucked by me, pretty pup?"

"mhm! mhm. please, please, i need your cock. pleaseeeee,"

⟡

it’s sudden—you barely even remember—but you’re pinned beneath him, back pressed against the expensive leather of your couch, your legs nicely resting atop your boyfriend’s shoulders, and his cock buried deep in your creamy cunt.

with the prep he's given you, it was just so easy for him to fuck you, to pound you mercilessly again ‘n again ‘n again 'til your toes curled, balls always smacking against your ass everytime he's pelvis-to-pelvis with you. you always looked so delicious, being wrecked like this—mm, you sounded fucking delicious too.

“ahn—h, haaah, feels g, goooood!” you sobbed, leaving crimson crescents into his skin. “you’re mine,” wesker whispers in your ear, continuing to slam into you so inhumanely you can barely think, or breathe. not when your knees are pressed against your chest. "yours—'m yours!" all you could do was whimper, lay 'n take it while he used your leaking cunt. "gooood fucking girl," and oh, how you clenched around him with just his praise . . the pleasure was beyond addicting.

wesker knows you're meant for him. only for him.

because he loved breaking you, and in turn, you loved being broken by him. "you don't need anyone else, do you?" "no! no, a, albert! just yoooou . . ♡," the urge to just creampie you right there and then was high, but he needed you to see you undone, completely and utterly.

it's not surprising that wesker can still pick up his pace, roughly pounding you into the cushions. his cries mix with yours, his orgasm coming dangerously, dangerously quick. "you'll be mine forever," wesker watches your fucked out state, watches you mindlessly nod and agree. "f, fuh—f, forever, promiseeee—♡!" he grinned.

"yeah? you p, promise, baby?"

"uh-huuuuuh—♡!"

"you'll be marrying me. take my name—, oh, fuck."

each brutal thrust of his hips sent you closer n closer to your orgasm, and you squealed when the tip's nicely kissing that right spot. "right there? cumming, darling?" you barely respond, squealing as you squirt on his cock with your legs completely shaking as you cried out.

"'m cumming—oh my god, albert—fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuuck—!"

it's exactly what wesker needs to send him completely over the edge, to fill that womb with thick, fertile cum; he buries himself deep into you, nudging your cervix with the crown of his cock. wesker crashes his lips on yours, you whine when he began to fill your throat, too. he seems pleased when he feels you instinctively suckle on his tongue.

he's cumming absolutely lots, flooding your cunt 'til it leaked from you. it's okay, he'll finger it back in you later, like what good girls like you deserve. for now, he's busying himself with stuffing your throat full.

you're absolutely weak and breathless when he pulls his tongue away, licking your jaw and lapping up the sweat that glistened on your skin. "h, haah . . hnn . . " you pant, mind broken and spent. wesker, as gently and as carefully as he could, lowered your legs, letting it rest on his sides. you're both covered in sweat, and he interlaces his fingers with yours. his other hand caressed your face, a thumb rubbing your flushed cheek.

"next month. we'll have our own wedding, have our own house and island, be on our honeymoon . . "

"w, what?"

"you'll be mine forever. you're mrs. wesker now,"

you should protest—fight back, anything—but instead it only comes out as a broken whimper, especially when he starts to move his hips again.

though, some traitorous part of you doesn't even want to say no . .

end.

[glader13]

Trust Me

Leon Kennedy x Reader

“Shit,” you whispered, “There’s only one.”

You stared at the vial as if trying to conjure up another one, all this for just one? You heard Leon grumble in the background as he rummaged for spare bullets and other supplies. All this for just one, you thought again, thinking of all the shit that you and Leon went through. You placed your hand on the shoulder that you could’ve sworn was bitten off by those monsters, not surprised to see that your hand was red. 

But you thought back to the more pressing issue as you held the singular vial, the medicine that Luis had given you had worn off. You stared at the inky trails running up your arm feeling sick. We’ll just need to hurry then, you thought with a frown. 

“Did you find it?” Leon asked. 

“Yeah,” you said quietly, “But it’s only one though.”

He cursed again, walking past you to look in the safe as if he didn’t believe what you said. You moved out of his way, finding a wall to lean against. You placed the vial in one of your pockets, before sitting on the floor. You closed your eyes as you held your shoulder, breathing through your nose. Your shoulder was on fire, and you were unable to move it, just thinking about movement was enough to make you nauseated. Great, you thought, I'll only slow Leon down, and won't be able to protect Ashely. A burdened sigh left your mouth as you finally opened your eyes, seeing Leon walk over to you. 

“Hey handsome,” you grimaced, “Sorry I left you by yourself out there.”

He knelt in front of you, slowly removing your hand from your shoulder. His frown deepened seeing the torn and bloody flesh. He held his hands in front of you, unable to find a way to ease your pain. He got up, walking around the small lab to find something to wrap your shoulder with. 

“Were there a lot?” you asked again, but he continued to look for medical cloth, barely sparing a glance at you, “A few of them got in here,” you continued. 

You jumped at hearing the sound of supplies being thrown to the floor, as he tore open cabinets and drawers. He cursed again, which caused you to slowly make your way toward him. You leaned against him, causing him to jump before he relaxed again. You heard him sigh, as he took your free hand, no doubt about whether he was staring at the blood on it. 

“I’m doing a fine job of keeping you safe,” he finally spoke to you. 

“Well, then it’s a good thing that Ashley needs the protection and not me,” you said, kissing the back of his neck. 

“I failed you too many times already, first, you got infected and now you’re suffering from something that I can’t control and your shoulder,” he turned his head, “I have a responsibility to protect you.”

“No,” you said quickly, “I’m not your responsibility Leon. I earned being here just as much as you did. But thanks,” you smiled,  “For being my knight.”

“You can thank me when we get out of here,” he chuckled. 

The two of you eventually found some cloth to wrap around your shoulder. You closed your eyes as he did this, finally being able to breathe. You then felt his hand take hold of your wrist, gently holding it as his other hand traced the inky veins. His hand then cupped the side of your face, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over where the same inky veins appeared. You placed your hand over his, drowning in a love that you still can’t understand. You smiled at him, trying to tell him to not worry, but he couldn’t breathe under your calming gaze. He dropped his hand, as you found it again, lacing your fingers in between his. You opened your mouth, to say something to ease him, but you thought against it.

Instead, you motioned him to your side, guiding him to lean on you. You felt yourself smiling again, the moment causing you to think about your training days with Leon. Whenever the two of you were allowed a break, the two of you would sneak into a corner and sit just like this, with Leon glued against you or resting his head in your lap.

“You’re going to be okay,” Leon finally said, turning your face to him, “I promise you, my love.”

You leaned into him, kissing him softly, “I trust you, Le.”

On the walk back, and even when the two of you made it back to Ashley, he was focused on your health. Leon constantly touched your arm, tracing the black lines that marked your skin. To anyone else, his concentrated stare seemed distant, as if he was trying to figure out the cause of the markings. But you, you saw behind the curtain. You saw the worry in his eyes, the constant movement between your face and arm. You always felt his eyes on you, ready to be there in case you need him. 

You felt his worry, it covered you like a blanket. Whenever the plague would seep further into your body, causing you to spasm in pain, Leon would be there holding you. Telling you to breathe as he would whisper encouraging words, constantly telling you that he loves you and that you’ll be okay. That you’re safe with him. He would hold you way after the pain would subside, long after your breathing has calmed. His breathing and the rhythm of his heart would get you to close your eyes, his arms are the only place that you feel safe. You would relax, knowing that he would do anything for you. Yes, Ashley is his priority, but you know that he wouldn’t let anything harm you. If it came to you or Ashley, the two of you would have to flee the country hand in hand because of the decision that he would make. 

He looked at the vial, then at Ashley’s unconscious body. The plague has spread across her, creating black veins on her arms and her face. You felt your heart twist seeing her body, and remembering the fear etched on her face, she’s just been through so much. He then looked at you, his mind moving, “I can split it,” he began, “That should be enough until I can remove the parasite.”

“No,” you said, “We got this for her. She needs it.”

“But your arm. If she’s like this, then you can’t be far behind, Y/N-“

You kissed him softly, feeling him relax at your touch, “I’ll be okay, I promise.”

He softly touched the side of your face, causing you to lean into his touch. You placed your hand on top of his, communicating that you’ll be fine. He gave a slight nod, before kissing the top of your head. You stood back, watching Leon carefully inject Ashley. 

You smiled to yourself, seeing Leon be so careful. What a softie, you thought. Relief washed over you seeing Ashely’s skin return to normal, but it was short-lived. You hissed quietly, feeling a painful contraction in your arm. You clinched your fist, gritting your teeth as the black lines spread even further up your arm. Leon held you, forcing you to sit on the edge of the operating bed. You tapped your foot against the ground, squeezing Leon’s hand as the pain only worsened. 

“Hey,” Leon grabbed your attention, “Make sure to count between breaths, okay.”

You only responded by squeezing your eyes shut, causing him to speak again, “Make sure you’re counting love.”

“Okay,” you choked out.

Between the huffs and the counting, you desperately sought out other ways to ignore the pain. You focused on Leon’s jacket, how it was too big on you, but kept you warm. The lingering scent of his cologne seemed to have a magical effect, you felt calmer, sinking into the safety of the jacket. You felt your mind begin to drift, thinking of the first time that you wore this jacket. It was after training, you were long gone from your locker when you realized that you had left your jacket. You remember how it was freezing, and Leon gave you his jacket as he walked you back. 

You felt your lips quirk into the smallest smile remembering what he told you after he handed it to you, “Please don’t jacket up, it’s my favorite,” he smiled at his joke. You rolled your eyes, punching his arm. 

You slowly released his hand, feeling bad about the red finger marks. He smiled at you, shaking his hand as he commented about firm handshakes, which caused you to laugh. You flexed your hand, seeing the black marks not disappearing. You sighed again, how much time do I have left?

“Don’t worry about that,” he turned your face to him, “I’ll handle it.”

“But Leon, we don’t have much time. It’s spreading, I feel it in my body,” you felt your eyes begin to sting, “It’s like a cancer. I feel slow, it feels like a chain is slowly tightening around my heart. I don’t want to become one of them.”

You whispered the last part, unable to look at his fragile eyes or the slight quivering of his lips. You knew that he’s been blaming himself for what happened to you, frustrated that you were the one to save him. He shakily took your hand, wrapping it around yours. He brought your hand to his lips, kissing it. The small gesture did cause your heart to flutter, causing you to feel calm. 

“Love, I promise that you’ll be okay, I’m not going to let you turn into them. I’m going to do everything that I can to save you. I came with you to this place and I’m leaving with you from this place. You’re safe with me.”

He leaned into you, softly kissing your lips. I’m safe, you thought slightly deepening the kiss, feeling his hand hold yours a little tighter. You mumbled I love you in the kiss, breathless, feeling drunk. He responded by saying I’m not going to lose you in the same breathless drunk way, as if he needed your lips, your love, to survive. He pulled away from you, giving you one last kiss on your forehead. He walked away opening a cabinet, once again looking for something. You heard him make a sound of approval as he walked back with health spray and more cloth for injuries. You hissed as he sprayed your wound, hearing him quietly apologize. He then wrapped your wound, still trying his best to be gentle. 

“Rest up,” he said, “I’m going to check the area.”

“I’ll go instead,” you said, “You barely got any rest.”

“No,” he said, “Rest up, we’ll take turns. I won’t be long, promise.”

So you got comfortable, making sure that you weren’t in Ashely’s space. You held up your gun, showing Leon that you were prepared for any unexpected visitors. He nodded before heading off. In the silence, you thought of when you first met him, though you didn’t know why, it’s probably because of the emotions you thought, now I’m a softie.

You were having the roughest day of training. Everyone was being an ass and kicking your ass in everything. It eventually became too much and during your break, you hid in the locker room, crying settled on leaving the program. You thought you were by yourself until you felt the eyes of another, causing you to snap to attention. You remember feeling a surge of annoyance seeing Mr. Leon Perfect standing at the end of the aisle, lunch in hand. 

“You can laugh, I don’t care,” you said, refusing to clean your eyes. 

“Training is difficult,” he walked over, “It’s not fair for me to laugh.”

You rolled your eyes, thinking his kind words were for show. Even more annoyingly, he sat down next to you. You watched him open his lunch, taking a bite of an apple, his eyes focused on the blue lockers in front of you. He spun the apple in his hand, as you watched him, desperately wanting him to leave. 

“What happened?” he asked. 

You looked at him, ready to form a sarcastic response, before you stopped. He was genuine, his eyes were soft. They were looking at you as if trying to figure out who you are. You felt seen, and that alone made you shed some more tears. You opened up to him about how everyone there made your life a living hell, and how training was the worst thing on Earth. Your partners treated you like shit, and you had no one to report their behavior to. 

You cleaned your eyes, finally feeling somewhat better. You looked at Leon, who gave you a reassuring smile as he rubbed your back. “I can help you,” he finally said, “With the training, you’re already perfect at the other stuff.”

“Perfect?” You echoed, “I don’t know about all that. But besides, what does it even matter, it won’t save my life or anything.”

“I think it’s important actually,” he said, handing you his lunch, you peeked in, taking out an orange, “A mistranslation can cause mass casualties, it can have you be somewhere where you’re not supposed to be.”

You nodded, consenting to his point. You plucked the orange into your mouth, as you mumbled thank you, relishing in its sweet flavor. Who knew he would be so nice? He was a loner, never really the conversation type, but everyone still tried to be around him, especially the ladies. 

“Combat is important, but,” he gave you a sly smile, “All you need is two good shots, and I’ve seen your shooting, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly, “I’m-“

“Y/N,” he interrupted, then smiled again, “Sorry. I’m-“

“Leon,” you interrupted, causing the both of you to laugh. 

“Well, if it’s fine with you,” he began, “I can help you train, you shouldn’t be this frustrated over something like this.”

“Um, yeah. That’s cool, thanks. If you need help with something, let me know,” you smiled. 

That was your deal, he helped you with training and you helped him with the paperwork area, like language or coding. You didn’t know that you were making a friend at that moment, especially a partner. But through the years, you found yourself scaling the wall that he created around himself, finding layers so beautiful and fragile. It leaves you scared, praying that you won’t drop anything so precious.

“I’m back,” he snapped you out of your thoughts, “Found some more bullets.” 

“Good,” you smiled, slightly feeling a high. 

“Why do you have that look?” He smiled, “Thinking of something, or someone?”

You sat up again, “Just my sweet boy.”

You felt your face slightly burn, seeing his smirk as he placed the bullets on a spare cabinet. He swiftly, yet coolly walked towards you, placing his gun in the holster. You felt your face burn even more, paying attention to eyes that can read your soul and lips that personally knows your body. He leans over, trapping you. You moved stray hair out of his face, your breathing scarce. 

“Good,” he leaned into you. 

You kissed once again, instantly feeling refreshed. He forced your lips open, causing you to become dumb off of his tongue. He deepened the kiss, taking away your breath and causing you to forget where you are momentary. You squeezed his hand, feeling him bite your lip, before trailing down to your neck. His lips felt like heaven against the heat of your neck, soft yet commanding. You closed your eyes, cutting off your gasp as you felt Leon nip in between kisses. His smile is evidence that he caught your small reaction. 

“Once we leave,” he said in between kisses, his voice low, “We’re going somewhere nice, so I can be yours and you can be mine.”

“Yeah,” you breathed, your mind blank.

“I miss this,” he returned to your lips, “I miss how you feel.”

“Then we better hurry,” you whispered, “I also miss you on my lips.”

“That’s my girl, always on top of things and me,” he smiled. 

“Leon!” You whispered, motioning to Ashley. 

“What,” he snuck in another kiss, “She can’t hear us.”

He laughed, before walking back towards the ammo. You then watched him sit in front of the bed, taking up a guarding position as he pulled out his gun. Single-handedly, Leon checked the ammo, and you felt your mouth drop, which you thought wasn’t possible. But he surprised you a lot during this mission, most notably when he did a suplex. Seeing his biceps and the veins in his arms has left your brain and mind in shambles. Once again, you were at a loss for words. 

“Pretty cool, right?” You could hear his smirk. 

“Show off,” you managed to say.

“Well, at least I’m your show off,” he said turning towards you, “Get some rest, okay? You need to.”

“And you?”

“I’m still fine from earlier when I rested,” he kissed your hand, “I’ll wake you up if I need you, promise.”

You quietly said okay, lying down facing the back of Leon’s head. You ran your hand through his soft hair, causing him to lean back even more. He hummed quietly, as you smiled, reminding you of home. Home, where you sit on the couch as you gave Leon a massage listening to the radio. 

“You want your jacket back?” You asked him. 

“No, it looks better on you than me.”

You smiled, snuggling into it, finally closing your eyes.

Part 2

Part 3

[pinkyyoshi]

LEON KENNEDY IS NOT AN INCESTUOUS R4PIST CHILD LOVER OR ANY OF THOSE AWFUL THINGS YOU POST WITH HIM!!! HE LIKES APPLE PIE, BAKING COOKIES, AND FIGHTING BIO-TERRORISM!!!

[leqonsluv3r]

the fucking brainrot…i’m sorry (no i’m not)

[cupidscrule]

YEEEHAW

[pencil-n-pen]

Princess ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

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leon kennedy x fem!reader

Summary: Being an independent woman and a full time student is all fun and games until final’s season. Luckily, your not-quite academic rival Leon Kennedy is there to pick you up when you fall.

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cw: Female pronouns and description used for reader but nothing detailed (no skin color, eye color, hair type, body type, etc.) This is basically just an x reader for my independent eldest daughters who do nothing but their absolute best all the time everyday and deep down want a hot guy with beefy arms to let them relax for a minute. So i guess expect the related issues that come with being an eldest daughter?

Tags/tropes: hurt/comfort, dom! leon if you squint, leon’s very touchy, leon being a gentleman!! probably ooc, i kinda struggled finding his voice :/

wc: 3.3k

a/n: wowee so i’m not rlly looking to be a full time author or anything but i could NOT get this idea out of my head and i figured i could give back to the tumblr fic community <3 here’s to everyone who wants hurt/comfort without smut, incest, or a needlessly specific reader! hope everyone’s recovering well from finals!

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The first time it happened, it honestly, truly, was an accident. A mistake, if you will. You would never willingly fall asleep on a random guy at a party. That is all kinds of bad for a number of reasons.

However. There were some… extenuating circumstances.

Finals. They’re a make-or-break for the first semester. Mostly just a break. In the sense that you contemplated how upset your parents would be at you if you dropped out and if the subsequent disowning would be worth it.

You did finals the same way you did everything. You worked. Studied. Borderline obsessed over it. Romanticized it so you could push through when the other’s resolve started dropping. Stayed home. Your friends bemoaned your “no-fun attitude” but they’re crying over their grades and you’re not, so.

Well. Actually you’re definitely crying over your grades, almost every day in fact. But not because they’re bad. Just because you’re tired. Really tired. The kind of tired that makes people have public breakdowns. But you can’t afford to have a public breakdown because you have to succeed at college and you have to work in order to stay on top of your bills and be able to send some money home to your family and make sure you have time to call your parents and make time for your sister to call you and vent because you didn’t have a you at her age and you wish you did so you have to be there for her and your friends need you to be there for them not to mention planning for how you’re going to use your degree after you graduate and—

Most of the time you try not to think about it.

So finals were over. And everyone wanted to celebrate. And you did, you promise. You’re totally the party girl type. Totally. (Maybe if you say it enough times it’ll come true?)

You don’t hate parties. You like dressing up and going out. It’s fun! It’s just… not your idea of an unwind. Not after you nearly ran yourself into the ground for a month straight for the sake of academic validation. You’d prefer to sleep for 72 hours straight. And maybe watch a movie at home in the sweatshirt you cried over your textbooks in. Maybe over a glass of wine? You’re not really sure. Relaxing never really goes well for you. It’s either depression-bed-rotting or full productivity.

Needless to say, you weren’t exactly thrilled to find yourself at this party. You’re not really sure how your friends convinced you.

But you’re here, in makeup and an outfit you like (you’re thankful this isn’t one of the ‘put on a tight dress and dance’ parties) and you just honestly want to go to bed. It’s a house party, so it’s not nearly as crazy as some of the other parties you’ve been (read: dragged) to, but still.

You’re on the couch, ignoring the smell of alcohol in the air and pretending the pounding baseline of the music coming from the speaker in the kitchen isn’t starting to give you a headache.

Ada Wong, a girl you’ve hesitantly dubbed your party friend, is sitting on your left, while the guy you can never quite tell what he is to her, is sitting on your right.

Leon Kennedy.

On a good day, Leon Kennedy is a smart, brooding, annoyingly capable guy who you share some of your classes with. On a bad day, he’s the bane of your existence. On a really bad day, you fantasize about all the ways you could kill him and turn the experience into a really good term paper.

It’s complicated. You’re smart. He’s smart. You tend to clash because neither of you like backing down from a challenge.

But right now, in this moment, at this party, the only thing you can think about is how fucking tired you are and how warm he is.

The music is so loud it drowns everything out in your brain. The few thoughts that make it through the overwhelm of sound are fuzzy and staticky. The cling and slip around in your head like syrup. The worst parts about parties are, funnily enough, working to cancel out the main reason you can’t fall asleep in your own bed at night: overthinking.

That and the fact that you haven’t sleep in forty-eight hours. An energy drink and an iced coffee count as a full nights sleep, right? You’re sure the heart palpitations are normal.

You manage to keep up with the steady flow of the group conversation, but as the night wears on, talking becomes harder and harder and just plain processing the words being said slowly turns into an impossible task. At some point, someone else squeezed onto the couch— you think it might be Chris? Ada did say he was coming late— so now you’re pressed against the one and only Leon Kennedy, and he’s radiating heat like a furnace.

Like you, he opted for a slightly more casual approach to the house party. Of course, he’s a guy, so his wardrobe was probably never that big, but still. It’s nice to see someone else in a sweatshirt and jeans.

You at least put on your favorite jeans! You call them your hot jeans, for self explanatory reasons. So what if you’re wearing an oversized sweatshirt? It’s cold!

You jolt in place, not realizing your eyes had slipped close and the conversation had continued on without you. Something prickles in the back of your head. An instinctual sort of thing.

Don’t fall asleep in public places.

Don’t fall asleep at someone’s house you don’t know.

You know the owner of the house, you think. You’ve been here once or twice. But you don’t know everyone at the party and where your friends have gone because they’re not in the group talking here and you should probably stand up soon, to wake yourself up, don’t let your friends down, don’t be that girl who falls asleep at the party, don’t—

You jolt again.

Wake up. You tell yourself. Leon’s looking at you out of the corner of his eye, but you ignore it.

It feels like a record skip. You’ll blink, and the conversation isn’t the same as when you first closed your eyes. The song isn’t the same. Were the lights always this bright?

“Whew!” Ada whistles from above. When did she stand up? “Someone’s got final’s exhaustion written all over their face!”

The group laughs and you do too, but it sounds different. Leon doesn’t. Why isn’t he laughing?

You jolt again. Harder this one. A full body shake. You wince as your knee knocks into Leon’s.

“Sorr—“

“Stop that.” He grumbles, and oh. A warm, solid hand snakes around your waist and pulls you closer. Closed to that warm, stupidly comfortable side.

This is wrong. It’s Leon. It’s Leon. You can’t. And this is a party, and your friends are here—

“Stop being stupid,” You can feel his chest rumble from where your cheek is pressed flush against it, and when did that happen? He picks up your left arm and drapes it across his stomach, then picks up your right arm and wraps it around his lower pack. “Squeeze.”

You listen, and wow. Who has time to go to the gym this much and be an academic rival? You feel like you’re slacking. Maybe you need to make time to get some—

“I can hear you thinking,” He says, voice deep and rumbly. It’s honestly a miracle you can hear him over the music. It’s probably because your face is pressed against his chest. If you strain, you can feel the dull thud of his heart.

“You have a heart?” You say, half-delirious with exhaustion. It comes out more as a question than a statement

“Mhm,” He rumbles. “I am in possession of one. Great observation princess.”

You frown into his chest. “Why are you always so mean? You call me that stupid name. I’m not a princess.”

“I’m not mean. Whoever said princess was a mean nickname? You decided that on your own.”

“Then how come you call me that?”

“Because,” He huffs, repositioning to a more slouched position that’s more comfortable for your neck. The arm tightens around your waist.

It’s nice. It’s possessive. Protective. No one’s ever really done that for you before. Usually it’s you doing the protecting.

You don’t want to relax. You can’t. You can’t.

“Because,” He continues, “Princesses need to be taken care of. Especially smart, stubborn princesses who never pause for one second. Not even when they should.”

You should get up. Apologize for how weird you’re being. Have another coffee or energy drink. Join the party. Do something that isn’t this.

“Go to sleep,” He says, his voice like a warm blanket settling and slipping into your mind. “Nothing‘s going to happen to you while I’m here. No one is going to be mad at you for sleeping. And if they are, I’ll kick their ass. Go to sleep.”

It’s easy to give in after that.

You sag, boneless. Like a puppet with it’s strings cut. You inhale deeply, breathing in the deep, rich scent that’s distinctly Leon.

Just for a few minutes. Because Leon’s watching. He won’t let something happen to you. Just for a few minutes. You’ll get up soon. You will.

He tucks you closer to him. “Sleep.”

You’re out like a light.

—

“No way, she’s actually asleep?”

“Holy shit Leon, did you drug her?”

“I did not.”

“Well, thanks, for whatever weird magic-spell you cast. Seriously. We’re all starting to get worried about her. She doesn’t take any breaks and she doesn’t let anyone help. Last week a librarian found her asleep on the printer. Fully standing.”

“Hmm.”

“I’m going to start inviting you to our apartment if it means she’ll actually get some fucking sleep. It’s unsettling finding her in the same position as when I left like, six hours beforehand.”

“Don’t worry. She’s in good hands.”

—

It’s horrific, running into him in the library.

What makes it more horrible is the fact that you’re ugly crying silently in the English textbook section, because it’s always empty. You’re ugly crying in the English textbook section of the university library and Leon Kennedy just walked into the aisle.

You sniff, lifting your head from your knees to stare up at him from the ground. He has a knack for finding you at your lowest, it would seem.

“We’ve got to stop seeing each other like this, princess.”

“Oh?” You sniff hard, running a hand across your face as if that will clear up your red rimmed, puffy eyes, the tear tracks on your face, or the flush on your nose. The action at least wipes away the snot. “I wasn’t aware you ever fell asleep on me at a party. Did I ever find you crying in the English textbook section of the library?”

He tilts his head. “Why the English textbook section? It’s one of your best subjects.”

“It’s the emptiest section. Plus, anyone looking for an English textbook at this hour isn’t going to bat an eye at me.” You wrap your arms around your legs and hug them to your chest. “What are you doing here?”

“One of your roommates called Ada. They said you haven’t been home since this morning. They thought you might’ve been at hers, or with me.”

You snort. “It’s like they don’t even know me.”

He rolls his eyes. “I think they were hoping you’d be there. I think anyone who knows you knew you’d be here.”

“Crying in the English section?”

“In the library, dumbass.”

He stalks forward, leaning back against the bookshelf across from you and sliding his hands into his sweatpants pockets.

“Tell me. Is your pathological avoidance to asking for help conscious or not?”

You kick out, one shoed foot catching him in the shins. “Dick.”

He shrugs. “Just want to know. I can���t exactly gloat over scoring two points above you if you’re not in top form. I want a fair fight.”

“Is that what you're here for?” You ask suddenly, everything in your body going rigid. “You think this is funny?”

“No,” He says calmly. “I’m here because you’re being stupid again. You know what’s not healthy, or smart?”

He gestures to you. You, sitting on the floor, tears drying on your face. “This. Going out to parties to make your friends happy when you should be at home, sleeping. Studying for so long you end up looking like your boyfriend of eight years just broke up with you. Come on, princess. Where’s those brains you brag about?”

“They’re up here,” You tap your forehead. Against your will, your eyes burn, tears welling up, your face tightening. “And they’re tired.”

You drop your head into your hands, forgoing your silent crying of earlier in the place of open mouth sobbing. You can’t help it. You’re just so tired. So done with it all. With trying to keep up, with trying to make space, with trying to make time. With doing your best and it not being enough. You’re tired of being tired.

“Annnd there it is. Come here.”

He lowers himself to the floor next to you, tucking you close in a similar fashion as that night at the party.

“Come on, same thing as before. Hold onto me. Give yourself a minute.”

You wrap your arms around his middle, same way as last time, burying your face into his shoulder. Someone could see. Someone you know might see you crying and think—

He reaches a hand up and pulls the hood of your sweatshirt over your head.

“There. Now no one can see your face. Stop worrying. Just cry, princess.”

You sniffle. “I’m getting snot on your sweatshirt.”

“It’s had worse on it.”

“Gross.”

You can practically feel the eye roll. “Can you stop being dirty-minded and focus on something productive? Like crying? Or not crying, if that would make you feel better.”

You shift, so your head is lying against his shoulder instead of smashed into it like before.

“Why do you care if I feel better?”

Why do you care?

He shrugs against you.

“Told you,” He pushes your hood back a bit, tapping you on the forehead with his pointer finger. “My competition’s no fun if she’s not taking care of herself. How else is she gonna kick my ass?”

“I can take care of myself just fine. I don’t need you to swoop in here, Leon.”

“Mhm,” He says. “And i’m sure you do great at it, considering you’re still alive and kicking my ass at those stupid socratic seminars. Consider this… self-care. In the face mask, getting your nails done way.”

“Who taught you self care?”

“Ada. We have face mask nights.”

You jolt up. “Is she—“

“She’s not my girlfriend, we’re not fucking, no she’s not going to be upset or care in any way about this. Calm down.”

You begrudgingly settle back against him.

“If anything,” He continues. “She’ll be excited to see you at more parties in the coming months.”

You frown. “I never said—“

“You only go to parties if your friends physically drag you or when you feel confident enough in your grades and the general state of your life. It’s really easy to tell which version of you shows up to the party. It’s the way you dress.”

“How so?”

He shifts slightly. Guilt twinges in your stomach as you realize how uncomfortable he must be.

“You wear your pick-me-up pants when you’re dragged there. The ones that make your ass look great.”

You sit up with a gasp. “My hot pants?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Is that what you call them?”

Your brain catches up to the rest of what he said. “Hold on. Did you just say—“

“I said what I said. I’m assuming there’s a reason you call them your hot pants.”

He smirks, and you flush.

“Moving onto more pressing matters,” He tilts his head at you. “You have two options this evening. Either I take you back to your place and you sleep in your own bed, or you come to my place and we binge watch the Oceans movies until you fall asleep.”

“How did you know I like the—“

“The icebreaker for club thing. You said they were your favorite movies.”

You look up at him. “You remembered?”

“You were wearing your hot jeans.”

“You’re the worst.”

He scans your face for a moment, eyes sparking with mirth and a little something less innocent. “Maybe.”

You sigh and lean back against him, exhaustion from all your crying hitting you at once.

“Nuh-uh, no sleeping here. You gotta pick one. My place or yours?”

You frown into his shoulder. “Ugh. Fine. Yours, but only because I wanna watch the Ocean’s movies. You better not have a disgusting frat house.”

“I do not. I do have popcorn and ice cream.”

“Ada bought those, didn’t she?”

“Nope,” He says, nudging you with his shoulder to stand. You clamber in gracefully to your feet, your head starting to pound. “Chris likes to have movie nights. It pays to be well stocked.”

Your cheeks warm as a large, steadying hand finds its way to the small of your back. “How many of my friends are you friends with?”

“I was friends with them first.”

“Ass.”

He chuckles incredulously. “For having friends?”

“Yes,” You say, letting him pull you to his side while you walk to your table where you left your stuff. Probably not the best idea to leave your entire net-worth unattended, but whatever. You were going through it. “How dare you.”

“Mmm. I see. My apologies, princess. I’ll tell Chris and Ada.”

“You get on that.”

You can’t help but smile as he helps you pack up your things, passing you items across the table and carefully zipping up your pencil case.

“Don’t touch my papers, I have a system.”

“Is the system absolute chaos?”

“Shut up.”

Once everything is packed up, you zip up your backpack, but before you can sling it on, Leon’s arm darts out and snags it right out from under you.

Your expression grows pinched. “I can carry my own bag, Leon.”

“I know you can.”

“Give me my bag.”

“No.”

You groan. “Why do you want to carry my bag?”

“See, there’s this thing called chivalry—“

“Oh my god, shut up. When have you and chivalry ever been synonymous?”

He shrugs. “Ever since I met the girl in the hot jeans who regularly kicks my ass academically.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Mmm,” He hums, wrapping an arm around your waist and walking you towards the doors to the library. “And you’re stubborn. Come on. Brad Pitt and George Clooney are waiting for you.”

You sigh dramatically, hiding a small smile in your hand.

Maybe you could get used to this.

masterlist | next part

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[yam-writes]

baby, show me what it's like

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

summary: you were honestly thinking about quitting your job as a secretary at a police station, but then a new hire made you change your mind.

word count: 11k

warnings: 18+, smut, subby!leon, rookie!leon, virgin!leon, oral (m!receiving), dirty talk, semi public sex, flirting, teasing, talks of masturbation

a/n: he's such a good boy <333 song from need to know by doja cat

You stared down at the piles of documents in front of you. Part of being a secretary at a police station was doing all of the paperwork that the officers didn’t want to do. It was exhausting, just staring at a million tiny words, scrubbing through legal terms that you had to teach yourself what they meant, and signing initials and names that weren’t even yours on dotted lines. If you wanted to keep the job, though, you had to put up with it. They paid well and honestly you couldn’t be bothered to search for another job. Plus, it came with perks and benefits. 

It would’ve been an added bonus that you got to stare at men in their uniforms all day, but most of their personalities were so awful that you couldn’t even find them attractive anymore. They were only nice to you when they conveniently forgot that you had already told them you wouldn’t let them hit. They were gross and mean and tiring to be around. Honestly, only a few months ago, you were just about to give up and call it quits. 

But then they hired someone new. 

Rookie Leon Kennedy, fresh out of the police academy. He was the talk of the station for a week before he even arrived. Apparently he was the top of his class, strong, always hit the targets in the practice range, aced every exam, and blew the physical portion out of the waters. He was a diamond in the rough, an ace, good at everything he did and worked extremely hard to get better at whatever it was that he wasn’t already good at. 

To you he sounded like he was going to be just another asshole, so whenever you heard anyone talking about him, you just rolled your eyes. That included hearing some of the other secretaries squealing about how “handsome and attractive that new rookie is.” 

How wrong you turned out to be. 

You were sitting at the front desk of the station one Monday morning. You were vaguely aware that it was Leon’s first day, but you were swamped with paperwork, so you honestly didn’t think too much about it. That is, until you looked up when you heard the front door open and laid eyes on the cutest boy you had ever seen. Your mouth fell open slightly and you had to physically clench your jaw to make sure that it didn’t drop onto the floor. 

He had dirty blonde hair that was cropped around his ears, his bangs teetering on the edge of falling over his face. His brows were slightly furrowed, but his expression wasn’t mean on account of his chubby cheeks and soft jawline making him look so squishy. His eyes were full of childlike wonder as he walked into the station, looking around and checking out the area. He was tall, his body wide, his strength evident even through the uniform that he wore. His arms were danling at his sides, his fingers bending up and down, his thumb attempting to crack knuckles that didn’t need to be cracked. You watched his chest heave as he breathed through his mouth, his Adam’s apple bouncing as he swallowed. 

You really thought you were going to pass out. You felt your heart threaten to jump out of your chest in the most cartoonish way possible. You were positive that anyone who was around could see it beating through your ribcage, its fast beat pulsating your entire body. Butterflies built up in your tummy, shooting down between your legs as you watched him scan the area. When his eyes landed on you and he gave you a big, bright smile, you were sure that you were actually going to pass out right then and there. 

If your pupils could have transformed, they would’ve been in the shape of hearts as you watched him walk towards you. When he was almost upon you, you finally regained your composure and cleared your throat, looking down at the stack of papers. You grabbed them, tapping them against the desk in an attempt to pretend that you were straightening them out so that it looked like you were doing something other than ogling at this man. Your head was spinning as he finally reached you, your mind full of thoughts of all the things you wanted to do to him. 

“Hi!” he said, straightening up, raising his hand and giving a small wave before glancing down and then dropping his hand. “I’m Leon Kennedy.” He looked into your eyes, his lips twitching slightly as he did. A small crop of blush covered the apples of his cheeks and he dropped his eyes, looking down at the wooden desk and clearing his throat. 

“I’m, uh, new here,” he said, his voice getting more quiet and slightly breathier. As he spoke, he poked his tongue against his top teeth causing him to have a small lisp. You were immediately filled with an overwhelming urge to reach over the desk and pinch his cute cheeks. You felt like you were looking at a little puppy. You leaned forward, your lips curling up into a smirk as you tried your best to listen to what he was saying. 

“I was just hired, so, uh, I don’t really know what to do or anything…” He cleared his throat, his eyes blinking rapidly as he swallowed. “I’m kind of nervous,” he said, raising his hand to rub the back of his neck and huffing out a breathy chuckle. He looked up at you again, giving you a sheepish smile. 

If you were being honest, though, you weren’t really listening to him. You were tracing the cage of his throat with your eyes, noting the mole that laid beside his Adam’s apple as well as the others that were scattered around his face and neck. You were memorizing every mark on his face, every small acne that dotted his jaw and cheek. You were studying how his biceps fulled up his sleeves completely, thinking about how his big hands would fit perfectly on the curves of your waist. You were raising your pen to your mouth and letting your gaze travel down further, staring at how his thighs were squeezing around the fabric of his pants. You were chewing on the tip of the pen as you allowed your eyes to travel to the center of his body, picturing what he could be hiding behind the buckle of his belt. 

You did happen to hear him say that he was nervous, and that piqued your interest. You looked up, looking at his face that had gotten a lot more red. He was rubbing his palms against the sides of his pants, clearing his throat every few seconds. As you kept your eyes on his, you saw his lips part and then he moved his hands, clasping them in front of himself. You let out a small giggle, leaning forward even more, pushing your chest together with your arms as you leaned onto the desk. It was clear that he was flustered, and that only made the horny part inside your brain ramp up even more. 

“Don’t be nervous!” you said, looking at him up and down. He shifted his weight between his feet. “We’re all really nice here.” You lowered your voice, trying to make it sound as seductive as possible. 

Leon’s mouth fell open and you heard a small sound come out from his throat. 

“Of course!” he exclaimed, raising his hands out in front of him. “I-I didn’t mean it like that!” He cleared his throat and looked away, his eyes glancing down at your chest for a split second before widening slightly and shifting to the floor. “I-I’m sure you’re all very nice…” He raised his hand to rub the back of his neck, his cute face full of a look of slight embarrassment. You smiled wider at him. “I-I just meant… Well, I mean, I’m just a nervous person, I guess.” He let out another nervous laugh, and snuck a glance up at you. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking him up and down once again before leaning back in your chair. “Anything I can do to help you calm down, Mr. Kennedy?” You looked up at him with faux innocence. 

Leon stared at you for a second, his lips parting slightly. Thenn, he regained his composure and cleared his throat, shaking his head and chuckling at himself. 

“No, probably not,” he confessed, his voice breathy. He had a cute, boyish smile on his face, once that was full of actual innocence. You wanted to ride him until he cried. 

“I’ll calm down eventually,” he continued, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

You shook your head lightly, trying to reign yourself in. Leon was adorable, but you had to try and calm down. It wasn’t like you could just jump over the desk and ravish him- as much as you wanted to. 

“It was, uh…” Leon began, choking up on his sentence and swallowing. He turned even more red. “It was really kind of you to offer to help. And for being so nice. Um…” 

He had been looking into your eyes and you started licking your lips as you paid attention to him. The blush creeped down his face, covering his jaw and neck. He let out a small noise, which sounded almost like a whimper, as his body shifted. He cleared his throat once again and shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing at himself. He looked extremely flustered. You loved it. You smiled even bigger at him, watching as he swayed his arms back and forth, trying to hide the fact that he was covering the front of his pants. 

“If, um…” Leon said, trying to keep the conversation going even through his flusteredness. You admired his determination to keep talking, but you also figured he was just blabbering because he was so nervous. Either way, you couldn’t stop thinking about making him continue to speak even as you were touching his dick. Hell, you even wanted to get under a desk in the office that you knew he was going to get and blow him as he tried his best to keep a conversation going with the chief. 

“If everyone here is like you,” Leon continued, his voice breathy, obviously trying to push his words out of his mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your heart was in your throat, your tongue not staying still in your mouth as you licked your lips, pulling the bottom one between your teeth. “If everyone here is like you, then I think it’ll be a good job.” 

You looked up at his face, watching his breathing speed up and his eyes refuse to stay still. He was looking every except at you, but you could see him sneaking glances your way to see your reaction about what he had just said. His attempt at flirting… wasn’t very good. Rookie Leon Kennedy was awkward and nervous and shy. But something about him was so charming. His awkwardness was making your heart swell. His naivety and innocence was making your head spin. You wanted to get in his pants so bad, explore his body, make him feel better than he had ever felt before. You wanted to hear his shy moans and watch his hands twitch as he tried to keep himself composed, but ultimately failing. You wanted to tear him apart. 

“Mr. Kennedy,” you said, looking into his eyes and giving him a cheeky smile, “there’s no one else here like me.” You gave him a playful smile, tilting your head as you looked up at him to make your point clear. “You’ll figure that out soon enough.” 

Leon’s head nodded absentmindedly, his mouth open as he stared at you. He listened intently, reacting to all of your words. You already knew he would be such a good boy. 

“I believe you,” he said shyly, his voice low. He looked down, a small smile on his face. You had never seen anyone so red before. 

There was a beat of silence as you stared at Leon, watching his obvious nervousness. You raised the pen to your mouth again, chewing idly as you stared at him, undressing him with your eyes. After a few seconds, he flanked up, looking at you with big eyes through his lashes. His lips were pink and wet, and you felt the knots in your stomach tightening as you thought about how good he must be at giving head. You found yourself swaying, practically fucking him with your eyes. His body moved too, shifting, his face twitching and his nostrils flaring. There was something in the air, tension that he definitely didn’t know what to do with. You let it sit, enjoying the sight of him being so flustered. 

Then, far too soon, it was broken. 

“Kennedy!” a gruff voice said, pulling both of you out of whatever trance you were in. 

You turned your head, watching as the chief walked up to the desk and clapped Leon on the shoulder. He jumped slightly, clearing his throat and turning around. His face was shocked and nervous, obviously worried that the chief would catch him doing… whatever it was he was just doing. You were sure he didn’t even know, his mind racing about all the possibilities of what could’ve just happened. He was so cute.

“Y-yes, sir?” Leon said, ever so polite. 

The chief’s eyes shifted to yours, and a look spread across his face that you couldn’t quite place. You ignored him, though, only giving him a nod and a small smile as you sat back in your seat, turning your head back down to the paperwork in front of you. 

He cleared his throat and shifted his eyes back to Leon. “Come with me, young man, I’ll show you around.” 

“Yes, sire,” Leon said again, nodding like an obedient puppy. 

His focus was now completely on the chief, intent on impressing him and doing his job well. As he listened to whatever stupid story that the chief was beginning to tell as they started walking away, Leon snuck as glanced at you. He gave you a small, shy smile and a nod of his head, and you returned the favor. You raised your hand and wiggled your fingers at him, waving flirtatiously. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, turning his head away from you nervously. You giggled out, not taking your eyes off of him. 

You watched him walk away beside the chief. As he went, his hands didn’t leave the front of his pants. But clasping his hands in front of him didn’t stop his boner from being visible from the side. You saw the tent pitched in his pants, the fabric poking against his first in front of him. His bulge was… big, to say the least. It was obvious that he wasn’t even half hard; he was rocking a complete erection. He was obviously really sensitive. You hadn’t even touched him, had barely even flirted with him, and he was already squeezing his eyes shut to get his dick to go down. You could practically feel your mouth watering as you looked at it, your imagination going wild thinking about how big he had to be. 

When he had walked through a door and disappeared further into the building you finally looked away. You sighed, staring down at the paperwork in front of you. You let out a small laugh as you looked at it. Maybe I’ll stick around here a little longer, you thought, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress a smile. 

After that, you started enjoying your job significantly more. All of the paperwork and the annoying men were worth it because you got to see Leon everyday. You spoke to him any chance you could get, which honestly wasn’t a lot. He was busy going on patrol and sitting in on meetings and helping with small cases and whatever else rookie cops got up to. You caught him sometimes when he was coming into and leaving the station. Every time you would give him a big smile and a wave. He would always blush bright red and give you a shaky smile as he cleared his throat and looked away. More than once did you catch his breathing getting heavier. 

Still, though, at first you did try to keep a safe distance from him. You didn’t want to push any boundaries and make him actually uncomfortable, so you managed to control yourself enough to not pounce on him anytime you saw him. However, once you caught him staring at you, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, you decided that you could amp it up a little bit. 

You started making sure that you could run into him any chance that you could get. Instead of just giving him a smile, you spoke to him, keeping your voice light and breathy. You stood close to him, placing your hands on his arm, admiring how small they were compared to him. You leaned in close, pressing your body against his as you looked up at him through your lashes. You licked your lips as he talked, watching the apples of his cheeks turn red and his lips blush pink. You listened to the way his voice got breathy and watched as he squeezed his eyes shut and took deep breaths and got so flustered just from some heavy flirting. 

Admittedly, it was probably torture for the poor guy. You were really going hard with the flirting- calling him strong, telling him he’s so good at his job, complimenting him on everything, rubbing your hands on his biceps, tapping against your lips, fucking him with your eyes, and anything else that you could think of that would drive him crazy because you thought he looked so good when he was all flustered. You would drop things on the ground just so that you would have to bend down and pick them up in front of him. You even made it a point to get a bag of lollipops and suck on them, circling your tongue on the candy anytime he was around, making eye contact with him while still pretending to be as innocent as possible. 

It was obvious that he liked it. You could hear the way he got all nervous and you could see the way his hands got clammy and you noticed every time his eyes scanned your body, looking at every sensitive part of you. You saw the way he stared at you when he thought you weren’t looking. You even noticed the slight palming of his dick he did when he was sitting behind his desk as you spoke to the chief in front of his office. You saw the way his eyebrows furrowed and he stared in anger as you spoke to any of the other officers. You saw his hands clench into fists and his face turn red as stared intently at whoever you were talking to until you glanced up at him. His face softened when he made eye contact, and he looked desperate for your attention, but he was still trying to be respectful. It was all so cute. Everything he did was so cute. 

It all built up over the next few months, and every time you thought about Leon you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together behind the front desk. You touched yourself to the thought of him, thinking about his rough hands grabbing your waist and his thick fingers thrusting in and out of you. You got off just by thinking about how pretty he would look lying flat on his back, his cock stiff and standing at attention, whimpering and squirming as you licked up and down his shaft, not letting him cum until you said so. God, you wanted him so fucking bad. 

A few months after Leon started working at the station, you had to stay late to finish up some paperwork that an officer shoved off onto you. It was a lot because the case was big, and even though he didn’t really do anything, he was getting all the credit for it, which meant lots of documents. Which, of course, meant that you had to be the one to do it. And, to make matters worse, he waited until the last possible moment to try and get it finished, so it all had to be written out and signed by the next day, which meant that you had to stay late. 

You didn’t want to take work home with you, so you got caught up in trying to get it finished before leaving. You didn’t even realize it was so late until you finally signed on the last dotted line and dropped your pen. You stretched in your chair, looking around at the empty station. Most of the lights had been turned off, so you sat in the dim lighting. Honestly, it was almost scary. You grabbed your phone and looked at the time- 11:38 pm. Jesus Christ, you thought. This took longer than expected. 

Your eyes were heavy as you pushed yourself back in your seat, grabbing at your things to gather them up. You were completely focused on packing up that you were only vaguely aware of the footsteps that you heard from behind you. You figured it was just the nighttime janitor or security guard walking around, but then you heard a voice that made all the stress of the day wash away from you completely. 

“Oh, you’re finished?” you heard from behind you. 

You immediately knew that it was Leon’s voice. You could pinpoint his even tone and deep range out of any lineup. You had spent the last few months memorizing the sound of it. You felt your heartbeat pound against your chest and excitement fill up your head. You turned around, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face as you faced him. 

He was standing in front of the desk awkwardly, shifting on his feet and fumbling with his own hands. He was looking at you, his eyes not staying in one spot, moving around as he avoided looking into your eyes. His eyelids were heavy and his hair was slightly flat. He looked tired, and honestly all you wanted to do was wrap him up in your arms and make him cum so hard so he could fall asleep. You wanted to play with his hair and rub his back and kiss his shoulders. You wanted to hide him under your blanket and keep him in your bed away from the world. 

You blinked, trying to pull yourself back to reality. 

“Yeah,” you said, giving Leon a friendly smile and sighing, gesturing towards the paperwork. “Just got done with all of this. It was a pain.” You let out a laugh and looked back up at him. You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow, looking at him quizzically. “What are you still doing here?” you asked. 

“O-oh,” Leon said, nervously. “Well, just, you know, the same as you. Getting some work finished.” You could see a few beads of sweat lining his forehead. He raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. 

Your mouth twitched as you stared at him, your smile threatening to turn into something that wasn’t just friendly. 

“Well, isn’t it convenient that we got finished at the same time!” you exclaimed, teasing him about the fact that you knew he wasn’t telling the truth. You knew as much as the next guy that there wasn’t anything Leon could’ve been doing that would make him have to stay this late. You made a mental note to pry the true reasoning out of him later, but for now, you had something else on your mind. 

“Y-yeah,” Leon breathed out, letting out a huffy laugh. 

You let your eyes drift down his body. He had already gained some muscle weight since being there. He always wanted to stay on top of everything, working out and keeping his body exercised. If he was strong before, he was surely a brute now. It was so cute, though, because his body was so fit and toned, but his actions made him seem almost like a little kid. You wanted to just eat him up. Something inside you broke, and you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. It had been a long day. What better way to destress than to fool around with the most adorable boy in the world? 

“Hey, Leon,” you said, your voice peaking slightly. 

He perked up, looking up at you like a puppy whose owner had just called his name. You had to hold yourself back from jumping over the desk. 

“I was gonna go get a coffee from the break room before I left- you know, to keep myself awake,” you continued. Leon stared at you wide eyes as he listened intently. “Do you wanna join me?” 

Leon swallowed and let out a choked noise. He honestly looked like he was about to throw up, but he nodded rapidly and choked out, “Y-yes! I wanna come.” Then, his eyes widened in horror as he raised his hands and clarified. “I mean, I wanna go with you! To the break room. I wanna go.” 

You let out an adoring laugh and looked down, feeling your face blush from his words and actions. You nodded and then made your way around the desk, leaving your things lying on top of it. You stood beside Leon, his body language awkward, unsure of how to navigate the situation that he was in. You smiled at him. He was so endearing. You reached out and wrapped your hands around one of his arms, leaning against him. His body tensed up and you heard him hold his breath. You giggled up at him, and then began walking, pulling him along by his arm. 

You dragged Leon away from the front desk and down the hallway towards the first floor break room. You made casual conversation as you walked, asking him how his day was and smiling up at him as he stuttered out all that he got up to. He started rambling about his day, getting really into his words. You hung onto his arm as he waved his hand around, using them as he explained. He was really endearing, and you couldn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in your tummy- and this time you felt like they might mean a little more than just wanting to get in the boy’s pants. 

When you reached the door of the break room, you turned around and slid your hands down Leon’s arm, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the room with a smile. You watched him suck in a breath of air before you let go of his hand and turned around, heading to the coffee machine. As you reached the counter, though, you felt Leon’s presence behind you. He grabbed you, his fingers softly wrapping around your wrist. 

“I can do it!” he exclaimed, probably a little louder than what he meant. You turned around and looked up at him, a smirk tugging on your lips as you saw his face. His eyes were furrowed and his lips were pressed tight in determination. It was so cute how much he wanted to do this for you- something as small as making coffee. 

God, you wanted to choke on his dick so badly. 

You gave him a nod, not taking your eyes off of him as you said, “Thank you. You’re so sweet, Leon.” 

He looked down shyly, the corners of his mouth twitching. You saw him shuffle, kicking his feet lightly. 

“It’s no big deal,” he mumbled shyly. 

You looked at him in adoration, and then turned around. You sat down at the table, staring at Leon as he turned around and began messing with the coffee machine. You watched as his back flexed in his button down, the fabric stretching as he moved his arms. His shoulders bounced up and down. You were completely mesmerized. He had the most perfect body you had ever seen. Before you could stop yourself- not that you even wanted to- your mouth was moving. 

“You’re so strong, Leon,” you said, leaning forward and resting your chin on your hand. “All the other rookies they’ve hired have been like shrimp.” You let out a small laugh. 

You heard Leon let out a shuddered breath. He finished with the machine and then turned around. He looked at you, giving you a sheepish smile. He shrugged his shoulders, clearly embarrassed by the compliment. He looked down at the floor, only glancing up at you through his lashes. 

“I’m not really all that strong…” he said, a smile tugging on his lips. “I, uh, I mean I work out and stuff, but,” he let out a genuine laugh, his face lighting up slightly. He looked up at you, giving you a boyish grin. “I also like to eat,” he said, playfully. 

“I think you look good,” you said, matter-of-factly. You pushed yourself up and stepped over towards Leon. You kept some distance, but only a bit. You glanced down at his lips, licking yours as you did. 

“R-really?” Leon asked, clearly surprised. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, swaying closer to him, but letting your chests touch. You reached your hands out gently and slid them down his arms, giving his biceps a squeeze. “You’ve got really nice arms.” You looked up into his wide and nervous eyes, giving him a cheeky smile. “They’re so big.” 

Leon let out a choked noise and a small whimper. You watched his Adam’s apple bounce as he swallowed. You smiled at him, happy with where this was going and the fact that he wasn’t pulling away. You took the opportunity to lean closer, pressing your bodies together. You could feel his already half hard cock against you, and it took your breath away. The bulge was already big and firm as it pressed against your thigh, and you had to physically stop yourself from grinding against it. Instead, you looked up at his flushed face and gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Do you have anything else that’s big, Leon?” you asked, your voice teasing. 

Leon swallowed a lump in his throat and immediately started sputtering. “Uh… Um… I- uh…” 

He looked around, clearly trying to avoid eye contact. He was so nervous and flustered, so inexperienced and innocent. It was so cute watching him devolve into such a mess so fast. You wanted to ruin him even more. 

“Well, I, uh…” He cleared his throat, but it sounded more like he was just trying not to choke. “My, uh, m-my… My dick!” he finally said, looking at you with an attempt of confidence. 

You almost choked as he made his exclamation. You looked up at his face, seeing his obvious shyness that he was trying to force himself not to feel. You let out a laugh and pushed yourself away, looking at him up and down with a raised eyebrow. 

“You know, I really thought you were gonna say your heart,” you commented. 

“That too!” Leon proclaimed, shifting against the counter. He was barely leaning against it anymore, instead standing on his legs, slouching slightly so that he wouldn’t be as tall as he really was. You noticed he did that a lot. 

I’m gonna have to do a lot of work to get this boy’s confidence up, you thought, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. 

You pulled back slightly, placing your hand over his heart, feeling the fast beating pound against your palm. He stared at you, his eyes wide and his mouth hung open. You slid your hand down his torso, feeling his tummy suck in as you glided your fingertips across it. You kept eye contact as you reached his pants, tugging on his belt. 

“Can I see?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Leon nodded his head immediately, but then he looked away, his eyes shifting down to his feet. 

“I-I wanna show you, but I…” He took a deep breath, furrowing his brows, looking upset at himself. “I’m nervous,” he said, quietly. 

“Leon,” you cooed his name, tilting your head and looking at him with a face full of sympathy. “You don’t have to be nervous.” You didn’t move your hand from his belt, keeping your fingers shoved slightly behind it, feeling his tummy bump against your knuckles as he breathed hard. 

“I just… I don’t have much, uh, e-experience,” Leon stuttered, his mind moving faster than his mouth could keep up with. “So, I-I don’t really k-know what to- um- what to do…” He glanced up at you in anticipation, nervous for your response. 

Your heart swelled as you heard him. You really thought you were going to pass out. You knew that Leon was a little shy, but you didn’t think he’d have “not a lot of experience.” You just assumed he was one of those guys that got a lot of pussy because of how awkward he was. You knew it was working on you and he wasn’t even trying. You couldn’t believe that you were going to get to be the one to give him more experience, get to be the one to make him feel good, get to be the one to get him addicted to getting his dick touched. Your head was swimming, but you tried to stay focused. 

“Don’t worry about it,” you said gently, giving Leon a soft smile. “You don’t have to do anything except sit back and feel good.” 

He stared at you, his eyes shifting down to your lips as he licked his own. He took a deep breath and then asked, “Can- can I kiss you?” 

Your smile grew bigger when you saw the anticipation and excitement in his eyes. You moved your hands from his belt and raised them, grabbing his face. You felt his soft skin on your palms as you squished his cheeks together. His breathing got heavier as you leaned up on your tiptoes, pulling his head down to meet yours. You pressed your lips together gently, giving him a soft closed mouth kiss. You leaned back down, flat on your feet, and looked up at him with a small smile. 

“Whoa,” he said, his eyes wide, lost in the small kiss that you had just shared. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you…” 

“Why didn’t you?” you asked, a little pouty. 

Leon scoffed, but he looked at you with a grin on his face. “Because I’m a gentleman.” 

“Does a gentleman pop a boner every time he sees me?” you teased. 

Leon’s mouth fell open in surprise and he instinctively covered his hands over the center of his pants. It was obviously too late, though. You already knew he was hard and you were getting almost desperate to pull it out of his underwear. 

“You noticed that?” he asked, his voice raising an octave in embarrassment. 

“It’s kind of hard not to,” you said, chewing on your bottom lip as you let your eyes trail down his body to the bulge in his pants. 

“I-I didn’t mean to,” he mumbled, shifting against the counter. 

You shook your head reassuringly, reaching up and placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into it, nuzzling slightly as he looked at you shyly. 

“I think it’s cute,” you said. “You’d always get so worked up and all I would do was flirt with you a little.” You eyed him, looking at him up and down, staring at the bulge once again. You lowered your hand from his face and slipped your fingers behind his belt, wiggling them against his lower tummy. 

“I bet you’re really sensitive, yeah?” you said breathily, leaning towards him, ghosting your lips together. You looked down at his pink wet lips, your eyelashes fluttering against his skin. “Can I find out?” 

Leon swallowed and nodded, his eyes wide as he stared at you, seemingly in a daze. 

“P-please,” he pleaded, his voice bordering on a whimper. 

You gave him a big smile and then leaned up, placing another kiss on his lip. This one you made sure to heat up, opening your mouth slightly so that you could run your tongue along his lower lip. He whined as you did, and you took that opportunity to push your tongue inside his mouth. You felt his hands move as he let out a gasp. He grabbed your waist, digging his fingers into your skin. He kissed you back, pushing his tongue against mine, trying his best to assert some kind of dominance. You wrestled your tongues together for a few more moments, but when you felt his cock twitch against your tummy, you pulled away. 

You gave him a mischievous smile, looking at his flushed face and his swollen lips. His eyes were big, his pupils blown out. He was breathing hard out of his open mouth, staring at you in admiration. You raised your eyebrows at him as you lowered yourself down, getting on your knees in front of him. You heard him let out a choked sound, and he squeezed his eyes shut, looking away from you. He let out a small whine and accidentally bucked his hips. You smiled more, raising your hands to grab his hips, holding him still. 

“S-sorry,” he said. “You j-just…” He looked down at you, his mouth hanging open as he continued to breathe hard. “Fuck, you look so good. Oh, my God.” He closed his eyes and looked away again, his chest heaving. “Oh, my fucking God.” 

You let out a giggle as you moved your hands back to the center of his pants, beginning to unbuckle his belt. 

“I didn’t peg you as someone who swears so much,” you teased. 

Leon shook his head, still keeping his eyes squeezed shut. You watched him bite his lip as he tried to suppress his whines. 

“Not usually,” he said, unable to make proper sentences. “Sometimes. Right now.” He opened his eyes and sighed. “You look really… pretty.” 

“Imagine my view,” you said, pulling open his belt and messing with the button. He sucked his tummy in. “A pretty boy all blushy up above me? So nervous he doesn’t know what to do?” You undid the button and zipped down the zipper, pushing the flaps of his pants back before looking up at him to sell home your next point. “It’s like I just won the lottery.” 

Leon let out a whimper and shook his head, reaching his hands behind him and grabbing the counter. 

“Can’t say that stuff to me,” he said, his voice breathy. “Too nice.” 

“You’re such a good boy, Leon,” you said. “I gotta be nice to you.” 

You turned back to the center of his body. You pushed the flaps to the side more and shoved his pants down slightly around his hips. He sucked in a breath of air as his hard dick sprung forward against his underwear. You smiled, watching as it twitched against the fabric. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against where his tip would be, shoving your tongue against the wet spot that he had made. 

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, his hands gripping the counter even tighter. His fingers twitched and his chest heaved. 

You continued to press your tongue against the wet spot on his underwear, licking at his clothed tip as you held onto his hips to stop him from bucking them. You moved one hand and gripped the base of his dick, wrapping your fingers around it as much as you could over his underwear. You moved it slowly, sliding the fabric along the sensitive skin, no doubt sending friction spreading throughout his entire body. Leon moaned and whimpered above you, trying his best to keep himself quiet and still. 

After a few minutes, you pulled back, sliding your hands up and slipping your fingers into the waistband of his underwear. You shoved them down slightly, exposing the top part of his shaft as well as the crop of pubic hair. He sucked in a breath of air through his teeth, his fingers twitching. You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, watching his big reactions. A question popped into your mind and you had to ask. 

“Leon?” you said gently, getting his attention. He looked down at you, his eyes big and watery. He looked scared, like he might’ve done something wrong. “How much experience do you have?” you asked. 

A look of embarrassment immediately washed over his face. The blush that had just begun to disappear suddenly appeared even brighter. 

“N-not much,” he said, repeating what he had said earlier. 

You gave him a big, teasing smile. “Are you a virgin?” you asked. 

Leon let out a whimper, squirming. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and looked down at you, nodding his head. 

“Have you ever done anything?” you asked, feeling your heart beat fast against your chest. Getting to touch him in a way no else had, being the first person to touch his dick, running your tongue and hands all over the unexplored part of his body…? It made your head spin. 

Leon shook his head again, clearly embarrassed. He looked disappointed in himself. 

“J-just a couple of makeouts… It never went any further.” He looked at you, ashamed of himself. He tried to crack a smile, but you could tell he felt bad. “I guess I wasn’t any good.” 

“You’re so fucking adorable,” you said, your voice sincere. 

His eyes widened and his head shot down to look at you. He looked surprised that you had complimented him and genuinely meant it. 

“I’m gonna make you feel real good, okay, baby?” you said, your voice seductive. 

Leon nodded, his mouth opening and closing before he finally spoke, his voice small. “Th-thank you.” 

“Well aren’t you just so polite?” you said, glancing up at him before turning your attention back to his underwear. 

You shoved them down even more, pushing them down enough for his dick to spring forward. Your suspicions were right. Leon was big. It was long and thick with veins running down all around his shaft. The tip was bright red and leaking. His blush reached the base, ghosting lightly along his skin. He had the prettiest dick you had ever seen. The fact that he was just walking around with this having no idea what to do with it… Christ, your mouth was practically watering. 

You slid one hand across his pubic area, looking up at him to watch his reaction. He was trying hard to keep his breath steady. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was open, silent moans threatening to come out. You smiled at him, wrapping your fingers around the base of his dick and lifting it up. You pressed it against his tummy, watching the precum stick to his skin. You leaned forward and stuck your tongue out, pressing the flat part against one of his balls. 

Leon immediately let out a moan, low and breathy. 

“Fuck,” he whined through gritted teeth, his hands still clenching the countertop. 

You smiled, pushing your tongue against him even harder. You moved your head, pressing your face against his face where it met his balls. You licked up, running your tongue along his balls, pulling one into your mouth and sucking lightly before letting it out with a pop. As you licked at him, you felt the textured skin on your tongue, slight bumps from where he had just shaved. You couldn’t help but smile, finding it cute that even though he wasn’t getting any he still made it a point to keep himself groomed. 

Not that you would care if he wasn’t, to be completely honest. 

“F-feels so good,” Leon breathed. You glanced up at him, continue to lick his balls and the bottom of his dick. You moved your hand lazily, pressing the heel against his dick to grind into it. “Feels like I’m in f-fucking heaven.” 

You let out a breathy laugh, ghosting your breath along his sensitive skin. You pulled back, looking up at him as you began moving your hand a little more, beginning to properly jerk him off. 

“Imagine when I pop your cherry and let you put it in me,” you commented. 

Leon let out a gasp, gripping the counter tighter. His eyes opened and he looked down at you, his eyes wide. 

“You… You’ll let me?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised. 

You eyed him. “Baby, I’ll let you do anything you want.” 

“Fuck,” he whimpered, squirming. “What if I’m not any good? N-never done it before…” He let his voice trail off, looking away, embarrassed. 

You chuckled. “Guess we’ll just have to keep doing it until you get good at it, yeah?” 

Leon whined, bucking his hips into your hand. 

“Gonna get you addicted, baby,” you said, lowering your head back down to his dick. You stuck your tongue out, lapping at the sensitive skin. You fisted his tip, twisting your wrist so that you could circle it. You felt the precum on your hand. You looked up at him through your lashes, your pupils blown out. You only had one thing on your mind- make Leon cum until he saw stars. 

“Gonna make it so the only thing you can think about is my mouth on your cock,” you continued. “You like that?” 

Leon whined, nodding his head rapidly. His fingers twitched at his side. 

“Already think about you all the time,” he confessed, his face blushing. 

“Really?” you asked, pulling back to look up at him with a raised eyebrow. 

He looked down at you, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. You moved your hand around his tip to keep him satisfied. He sighed a happy sigh, his lips curling upwards in a small smile. He nodded, clearly lost in his own world but still trying to keep up the conversation. 

“Did you… touch yourself to me?” you asked, a slight mocking tone in your voice. 

Leon nodded again, his face blushing even brighter. 

“Yes,” he whispered. “A… A lot. After my first day, I…” He gulped, taking a deep breath so he could keep himself composed. “When I got to my car I couldn’t wait. I jerked off in the parking lot and I accidentally moaned your name.” He shifted, shame written on his face. “I felt bad, but…” He opened his eyes to look down at you. His pupils were huge, almost completely overtaking his pretty blue irises. “But you’re just so pretty, I can’t help it.” He sighed, a small smile on his face. 

“Dirty boy,” you teased, leaning down once again to place little licks on his balls. You moved your hand more, rubbing your palm up and down more inches of his cock. 

“Only for you,” he breathed, his voice high pitched and whiny now. “Never anyone else. 

“Mhm,” you hummed against his shaft. 

“Wouldn’t let anyone else do this to me in the break room of my job,” Leon said, and then you watched as the situation seemingly fully hit him for the first time. His face fell and he looked worried. He looked down at you, slightly frantic. “Sh-should we stop? I mean, what if someone comes in…?” 

“No one’s here,” you mumbled, now completely focused on licking and sucking near the bottom of his shaft. “Don’t worry, baby. Just let yourself feel good.” 

Your words seemed to ease Leon, because he relaxed back against the counter. You looked up at him, seeing his perfectly content face. He looked like he was on cloud nine, in complete bliss. You had never seen someone so satisfied before and you hadn’t even wrapped your lips around his dick and taken him in your throat yet. Your head started spinning as you thought about how he was going to react to that. 

After a few more minutes, you finally moved away from his sensitive and overstimulated balls. You dragged the flat part of your tongue up the thick vein that lined the bottom of his cock. When you reached the top, you circled your tongue around his tip, lapping up the precum that was leaking out. It was salty and honestly didn’t taste very good, but you didn’t care. You snuck a glance up at him, hearing his whimpers and whines, clearly still trying to keep himself quiet. 

You slid your hand down his shaft, the side bumping into his balls as you finally wrapped your lips around the tip. He sighed, thrusting his hips forward slightly, accidentally pushing a few more inches in your mouth. You gagged, not expecting the sudden intrusion, but Leon didn’t seem to notice. He had raised his hand, shoving his palm over his mouth. His other hand was at his tummy, grabbing at his shirt to hold it up over his abs, the fabric balled in his fist. 

You raised your hand and grabbed his hips to hold him still as best you could. Despite you clearly having the upper hand, Leon was still a big man who was a lot stronger than you. When he felt your fingers on his hips, though, he melted into your touch. 

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, pushing his hips back and looking down at you. 

You pulled off of him, going back to licking his tip. You had spit pooling on your lips from choking a moment before, so you let it dribble onto his dick. You slid your hand up to his tip and gathered the spit on the side of your palm so you could rub his shaft easier. As you did, you leaned back down and sucked his wet tip into your mouth. 

“I’ll-I’ll try not to cum too fast,” Leon breathed, squeezing his eyes shut. He looked like he was going to cry. 

You hummed around his tip, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“I- uh,” Leon swallowed, trying hard to keep himself composed. “I’ll try to tell you when I do.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re supposed to do that, right?” 

You pulled off of him again, leaning back on your heels as you continued to jerk him off lazily. 

“It’s the nice thing to do, yes,” you confirmed, feeling a strange sense of pride at having to answer his question about getting a blowjob. 

Leon nodded obediently. “Okay,” he said, swallowing. He looked down, watching your hand move on his cock. His eyes shifted up, and he looked into yours. “I’m nice, yeah?” 

You gave him a big smile and leaned forward, placing a kiss on the underside of his head.” 

“You’re really nice,” you said, looking up at him, ghosting your lips against his sensitive skin. “You’re such a good boy, Leon.” 

He sucked in a breath and then let out a small whimper. His hips bucked slightly and you gave him a sly smile. 

“I’m… I’m your good boy, right?” 

“Fuck,” you whispered, feeling the wetness pooling in your underwear. You were so turned on, so horny that it was insane. You were willing to do anything to keep giving Leon head. 

“Yeah, baby,” you said, your voice growing a touch more husky and raspy. You leaned back down, placing open mouthed kisses against his shaft. “You’re my good boy.” 

“Do anything you say,” Leon whined. He kept his one hand grabbing onto his shirt, but he ran the other through his hair. “I promise, b-baby.” 

“I know, Leon,” you said, a small laugh leaving your lips. 

You looked up, taking in the sight of him. He was a wreck above you. His hair was messy and his face was red. His eyebrows were pulled down and his lips were parted, breathy whimpers coming out. 

“God, look at you,” you cooed, your voice low as you continued to kiss the side of his dick. “Standing there so pretty, letting me touch your dick however I want.” 

“Feels good,” Leon said, his voice a whisper. 

“I’d say,” you mocked, dragging out the syllable. You dragged your lips up his shaft until you reached his tip. “Make sure you let me know how good this feels, okay, baby?” 

Leon started to nod, his eyes heavy as he looked down at you, but he was quickly cut off by the feeling of you taking him inside your mouth. His body spasmed, his hips jerking, but you were prepared for his big reactions that time. You relaxed your throat, letting him buck his hips once before catching himself. His hands shot away from the counter and landed on your head. He didn’t push it, though. Instead, he rested his palm against the sides of your head. As you pulled back and lowered your head again, you felt his fingers twiddle against your ears and play with your hair. You smiled as much as you could. Even when he was in such a vulnerable position, even when he was getting his dick sucked for the first time, he was still there to make sure that you stayed grounded. 

You steadily took more of him, breathing through your nose. Leon’s scent was always strong, but being this close to him in such a precarious position made it intoxicating. Your head was spinning, your vision going blurry as inch after inch slid down your throat. Leon kept his hands on your head, his thighs and hips twitching as he tried to keep himself composed enough not to thrust in your mouth and fuck your throat as hard as he wanted. He really was big, but you were determined to take as much as you could. 

You felt him slide down your throat, your walls clenching around him, squeezing his dick as you bounced your head on it. He moaned above you, his mind completely engulfed in the blowjob. He had stopped worrying about being quiet, the way your throat was tight around his dick enough to make him let loose the whiniest whimpers you had ever heard. He sounded so pretty and so desperate. It was like music to your ears. 

The sounds Leon was making only encouraged you to go down further. You pulled back, kissing and licking his tip as you took a deep breath. Then, you grabbed his hips and lowered your head down, pushing his dick deeper down your throat. You felt the tip hit the back and you gagged, which only made him sputter, his entire body spasming. You thought for a moment that he was about to cum, so you looked up at him, only to see that he was already looking down at you. 

“Th-the whole thing?” he asked, his voice small. He looked like he was in a daze. You felt his dick twitch inside your throat. “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.” He tipped his head back, his tummy heaving as he breathed hard. You pulled back, licking underneath the head of his dick. You looked up at him as you did, watching as he went in and out of consciousness, looking at you with heavy lids. 

“Never ever thought I’d get your mouth around me,” Leon began, his voice high and breathy. He shook his head, raising one hand from your head to run his fingers through his hair. “Nuh uh, never ever ever.” 

You continued to slobber all over his dick, pushing your tongue against his shaft, licking anywhere that you could. You held onto his hips, pushing your thumbs into the skin underneath his hip bones. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, his voice gravelly. He sunk against the counter, his hand sliding down his body. He reached out, looking down at you with blown out pupils. He placed his hand on your cheek, pressing his fingers underneath your jaw. 

You rewarded him by wrapping your lips around his raging red tip once again, and any romantic moment he was feeling was washed away immediately. His face twisted into the beautiful pleasured face he had before and his fingers clenched, grabbing your ear. 

“Never thought I’d ever even get a chance with you,” he said. You looked up at him, watching him talk as his eyes stayed squeezed shut. You bobbed your head up and down sloppily. “Thought you were too good for me. Thought I’d just have to be happy working at the same place as you.” 

You let your eyes stare up at him. You pulled off, sliding his dick out of your throat and going back to licking at it as you listened to what he was saying. His face was turning red and his voice was getting breathier as he continued to babble. 

“Thought I’d just have to be happy jerking off to you,” he confessed. 

You hummed against his tip, placing a kiss against the slit and then pulling back, giving him a mischievous smile. 

“Can you tell me about it, baby?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. 

He looked down at you, shame and worry on his face, but his dick twitched against your lips. 

“Wh-when I was in my car, that first day, I-...” He swallowed hard as you went back to suckling on his cock. Your ears burned red as you listened to him. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 

You moved one hand down and grabbed his cock, pushing it up so you could lick a long stripe underneath up to his tip. Leon breathed hard. 

“I- fuck!- I was so hard,” he grunted. Clearly he was finding it harder to get his words out by that point. “I felt like I was gonna pass out. I just… I just had to touch it. It was twitching in my pants and leaking so much…” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and sucked hard, making his lips swollen. 

You circled your tongue around his for only a moment before lowering your head down, taking him in your throat. You grabbed his hips again, keeping him steady. It wasn’t working very well anymore, though. Leon was clearly close to his orgasm because his hips wouldn’t stay still and he wouldn’t stop talking. 

“I came so fast and I thought about you the whole time,” he moaned out. “I thought about you riding me and grabbing my shoulders and digging your nails into my skin.” 

Leon bucked his hips harder as you took more inches in your mouth. You flexed your throat, clenching around him as he stretched out your walls. His voice sped up and he sounded more and more desperate as the seconds passed. 

“Want you to mark me. Wanna have scratch marks and hickeys all over me.” Leon’s mind was moving fast, his mouth barely able to keep up. “Wanna let you do everything to me. Want you to… fuck, fuck, fuck. Want you to ruin me- holy shit!” 

Leon’s hands grabbed onto your hair, tugging hard as he bucked his hips. You held onto his hipbones, letting him fuck your mouth to his obvious near completion. 

“I’m gonna cum-! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” 

It was only a few seconds later that Leon’s sudden fast movements were frozen, his cock buried deep inside your mouth. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chanted as he came down your throat, spilling thick strings out. 

His fingers loosened and his hands dropped to his sides as you continued to suck him off, milking all of his cum out. When there was nothing left, you pulled off, looking up at his hazy eyes as you swallowed down his orgasm. When it was down, you sat back on your heels and looked up at him, giving him a big smile. 

He looked like he was going to pass out. He gave you a shaky smile and then tipped his head back, breathing hard at the ceiling. You laughed, giving his thigh a pat as you pushed yourself up. Leon stayed leaning against the counter as you stood in front of him. You stared at him, watching as his eyes stayed closed and he kept a smile on his face. He swayed lightly, in his own little world full of bliss and post nut pleasure. He was practically glowing. 

You laughed again, shaking your head at him playfully. You reached your hands out and grabbed his dick. He only smiled bigger, letting you put his dick away and fix his pants. By the time you had gotten the belt back on, he seemed to be stable enough to keep his eyes open. He stared at you, watching your eyes move with a goofy smile on his face, his front teeth showing. You looked up at him, but had to quickly look away. He was making your heart flutter in a much more fluffy way than before. 

“What?” you asked, blush creeping across your cheeks. 

Leon shook his head, but his smile didn’t leave. “Nothing,” he replied, still eyeing you. 

“Why are you staring?” you squeaked, reaching out and giving him a slight push. 

Leon shrugged, looking away shyly. “You’re just pretty.” 

“Hey!” you said, reaching out and poking his chest. “You didn’t stutter.” You gave him a playful smile. 

Leon’s cheeks blushed and his smile got shy. He closed his eyes gently and let out a breath of air through his nose, his lips curling upwards slightly. He looked breathtaking. As you stared at him, thought, you saw his eyes open and a worried expression crossed his face. He turned his head and looked at you, almost frantic. 

“W-wait!” he exclaimed, reaching his hands out and ghosting his fingers on your arms. He pulled you slightly closer to him. “I can do you! I mean, I’ve never done it before, so I probably won’t be any good, but-” 

“Leon,” you said with a laugh, cutting him off. You patted his cheek, shaking your head reassuringly. “I wanna save you doing me for next time.” You gave him a sly smile, flickering your eyes at him up and down. 

“N-next time?” he asked, his voice small. 

You nodded, stepping forward. “Mhm,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pressed your bodies together, feeling his hands take place on your hips. They fit perfectly, as if that’s where they belonged. 

“I still have to let you put it in, remember?” you teased. 

His eyes widened and his hands rubbed around your lower back. 

“Y-” he began, but was cut off by a choke. He cleared his throat and continued. He looked around, lowering his head closer to you and whispering, his eyes wide. “You were serious?” he asked, his slight lisp shining through in his surprise and amazement. 

“Of course,” you chuckled. “You think I’d just leave you hanging like that? Besides, I gotta teach you how to make me feel good.” 

“I wanna learn!” Leon exclaimed, nodding his head rapidly, trying to show you that he really meant it. “I’ll try my best for you! I-I wanna make you feel as good as you just made me feel…” He looked away, clearly shy from his own words. 

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. All you wanted to do was lean up and kiss him, so that’s exactly what you did. He froze for a second, but then you felt his body melt against yours and he kissed you back. You sighed into the kiss. This one felt… different. It felt more passionate and gentle. It felt like it meant something more than just two tongues wrestling together when someone was trying to get off. The butterflies went crazy in your tummy. 

You pulled back, looking up at him with a genuine and soft smile. He looked down at you, happiness in his eyes. 

There was a moment of silence as Leon’s eyes flickered around your face, studying you. Then, he sputtered out quickly, “Will you go on a date with me?” 

Your shock was probably written on your face, but you were just so surprised that he actually wanted to go on a date with you. You knew that Leon was shy and awkward, but he was still a guy, so you just thought… You just thought that all he really wanted was to get laid. He wanted to go on a date? Like… an actual one? 

“You want to go on a date with me?” you asked, your voice raising an octave. 

Leon nodded. “I wanna take you out. I want to… uh… treat you.” He looked away, his voice lowering. “I like you…” 

You felt your face turning red and you couldn’t look at him anymore. You looked at the floor, feeling shy. Your heart was beating fast against your chest and your hands were suddenly sweaty.

You nodded shyly. “I’ll go on a date with you. I… I like you, too.” 

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, sounding relieved. He couldn’t wipe a smile off of his face. His fingers flexed against your waist. He looked down at you, his face giddy. “Tomorrow? I-I’ll take you to dinner.” 

You nodded almost immediately. “Tomorrow sounds good. What time do you get off work?” 

“6:30.” 

You nodded absentmindedly, thinking about the options. “Okay,” you said finally. “I get off at 5. Do you wanna… meet me at my place when you get off?” 

“Sure!” he agreed. “And we can go out to eat.” 

“Yeah!” You gave him a smile. “Then when you drop me back off at my house, you can come inside.” 

He nodded, looking shy. “Sounds good.” He lowered his voice, then quietly added, “I’m excited.” 

“I can’t wait,” you said, giving him a smile. 

After that, you told Leon that you two better head out before the security guard caught you and you got into trouble. He agreed, and you both began walking back towards the front office. You grabbed your things, but Leon quickly took them out of your hands. 

“I can get it for you.” He gave you a playful smile. “I’m strong, remember?” Now he was the one doing the teasing. 

You let out a small laugh and shook your head. 

Leon walked you out, staying by your side the entire time. As you walked, your knuckles bumped against each other, and you couldn’t help from grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together. You felt his sweaty palms against yours. Your heart swelled, threatening to burst out of your chest. He put your back in the back of your car and then opened the driver door for you. You rolled your window down so you could say goodbye. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and grabbed his shirt. You pulled him down, placing a kiss on his lips before letting him go. He raised back up, his face bright red and sweaty. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Leon,” you said, putting your car in drive. 

“See you tomorrow,” he said, giving you a small wave.

The rest of the night you couldn’t stop thinking about rookie Leon Kennedy. You couldn’t stop thinking about his big dick, about the way he sounded when you were blowing him, about how he played with your hair while he was getting his cock sucked, about how sweet he was, about how shy and nervous he acted. It got to be a real problem when you realized you actually couldn’t get him off your mind. 

Do I have a crush on him? you pondered as you thought about the date, but also about what you were going to do afterwards… 

You couldn’t wait. 

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THE KENNEDYS

Most of these men are bachelors, they're single🤭 dw about the father he's long been divorced sooooo

[queenofstresss]

Everyone needs help sometimes | Leon S. Kennedy

Pairing: Leon Kennedy/female reader

Word count: 3,3k

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, smut but sweet as well, Leon is a horny sweetheart, unprotected sex, p in v, oral! f receiving, sub!Leon is you squint, dom!reader if you squint?, slight overstim, a scene with a certain loofa later, let me know if I missed any

a/n: this is probably all over the place lol, reader is not ashley. Proofread a few times but sorry for any mistakes that might be there. Just thought about this the other night and I had to try and whip up something for my man. Enjoy💜 cr. to who ever made the headers.

After escaping the Los Illuminados, Leon booked you guys a motel room. You both needed to shower badly, not that you couldn’t take one when you got home, but the jet ski you escaped with ran out of gas so this was more convenient.

The look on the receptionists face as she handed you the key, was horrified. You took the key and left to find your room number amongst the others. After fitting the key through the hole, Leon pushed the door open.

‘’You wanna take a shower first?’’ he asked politely as he took his shoes off.

‘’No, you can go first. I think you’ve earned it more than me.’’ you smiled at him. He thanks you and then disappears into the bathroom. You look around the room. There’s one double bed and one single bed. You sit on the latter and let out a sigh.

What a day its been. You think about what you both had to get through to get out of there when you hear painful groaning behind the bathroom door. You gently approach the door and knock on it. ‘’Leon, you okay?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ he groans again but tries to cover it. You try the handle and notice it’s not locked so you open it fully. Leon is shirtless in front of the mirror, trying to see his back. You watch his muscles flex as he breathes. There’s a nasty wound on the center of his shoulder blades.

‘’Let me clean that for you, it looks pretty gnarly.’’ you take some antiseptic spray and some cotton swabs from the first aid kit Leon had already pulled out.

‘’I can do th-,’’ he starts to protest, but you stop him.

‘’You can’t even reach it.’’ he sighs in defeat. ‘’and I want to help Leon,’’ you spray the wound and he winces. ‘’sorry if it stings, but it needs to be cleaned properly.’’ you say apologetically as you pat the sore spot with the swab. Once the wound is clean, you throw away the used swabs.

‘’Thank you,’’ Leon spoke quietly, like he was defeated. You caress his back near the wound softly. He sudders and you take your hand away.

‘’At least it’s not bleeding anymore. But probably better if you take a shower, before I put a bandaid on there.’’ He nods and turns to the shower, but doesn’t turn it on. ‘’Leon?’’ you ask again, being a little concerned. He says he’s fine but you can sense that some things are really bothering him. You close the door as you leave, giving him privacy.

--

After a while you still don’t hear water running and you get more worried. You knock on the door again, but there’s no answer. You try the handle again and open the door to find him sitting on the floor. You rush to his side, kneeling as you take his hand in yours. He breaks his stare to the void and looks at you.

‘’Do you need help?’’ you ask sympathetically. He takes support from the tub and lets go of you.

‘’No, I’m fine, just a bit exhausted from today,’’ he rubbed his neck, ‘’I’ll be quick now so you can shower too.’’ You didn’t listen to him and decided you should help. You went to plug the tub and open the tab to let it fill. He stood there watching you. You smiled as you went to close the door and then stopping before him.

‘’You need to take your pants off.’’ you told him. He snapped awake, looking down. As you waited the tub to fill, you collected the first aid equipment together that had been spread on the couter. When the tub was full enough so you closed the tab, squeezing some soap in there from one of the bottles on the shelf. You turned around and saw Leon sitting on the toilet seat. You kneeled again to help, taking a hold of his pant legs and pulling them away.

‘’You really don’t need to do that,’’ Leon’s voice broke out like he was embarrased. You smiled softly.

‘’It doesn’t make you any less of a man if you ask for help,’’ you folded his pants next to the toilet. ‘’or if you take the help you’re offered.’’ He huffed a little, like not believing what you said. You’ve sensed that Leon was the kind of man who had to do everything alone, like no one could or should help him. That he needs to survive everything on his own. Which is so not true. Everyone needs help sometimes and it’s okay. You told him to get to the tub as you turned away so he could strip all the way.

‘’Ohhh, didn’t realize I was this sore.’’ he hissed as he lowered his aching body into the water. You hummed agreeing as you took a loofa amongst the shower bottles and dipped it into the tub. You raised the wet loofa above his head and squeezed. Leon tensed and moved away slightly, looking back at you.

‘’It’s okay Leon, try to relax.’’ you softly spoke as you wetted the loofa again, raising it to him. He leaned back to the edge of the tub, back facing you, closing his eyes. He decided to trust you, which made you smile. You squeeze the water on his head again, before taking some shampoo in your hands.

The loofa now floating on the water surface. You gently put your hands on his wet hair, rubbing slowly. You hear him sigh contently. You massaged his scalp in circles, trying to relief any tension. His eyes are closed still, just basking in the feeling. ‘’I’m going to rinse now, if that’s okay?’’ you half whisper ask. He hums and nods.

After rinsing, you grab the loofa again and bring it to his shoulders, rubbing them. Your other hand resting on his other shoulder. Leon keeps humming softly and you ask, ‘’does this feel good?’’

‘’Yeah it feels nice,’’ he pauses a bit but continues, ‘’nice that someone is touching my body for some other purpose than trying to kill me.’’ he confesses. This makes you smile as you rub circles on his arms and back. You’re thinking of ways you could be touching his body, so you forget to actually answer him. ‘’oh I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said it like that,’’

You bring the loofa to his chest, rubbing it across his pecs. This made him look at you as his face fell backwards. His face was so close to yours, you could’ve easily kissed him. You wanted to, but held yourself back as you continued to wash his body.

‘’It’s okay Leon, I’m glad you like it.’’ was all you said instead. For a moment, he seemed to let go and truly enjoy this. His breathing got little heavier, making you test the limits. Your hand traced his abs, going down as your other took a hold of his hair. You were about to lower your lips to his neck, but he yanked himself away from you before you could do that. You were taken aback, feeling bad he’d move so suddenly and quickly off of your embrace.

‘’I can take it from here thank you.’’ he cleared his throat, taking the loofa from your fingers. You didn’t wanna upset him so you stood up and just went to the other room, closing the door behind you. Sitting on the bed you tried to think about what was wrong with Leon. Why’d he change so suddenly.

In the bathroom Leon was blushing from your touch. He hadn’t felt a womans touch in a long time and yours was extremely gentle. Which made him feel all types of ways, but he shouldn’t feel any type of way. The way your hand softly grazed the flesh of his abs, sent the blood rushing to his member.

He could feel it harden as your touch got lower and as your other hand grabbed his hair. He was a goner. He had to put an end to this, before it really began. He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable just cos he hadn’t gotten laid in a while.

As you closed the door, he tried to ignore his aching dick, but his thoughts were making it very difficult. He stood up, pulling the plug with him. He’d be done soon anyway. The slightly cooler air above the water hit his cock, making it twitch a bit. Leon turned on the shower as soon as all the water was drained.

His hands brought the loofa under the waterfall, rinsing it, then tracing it across his body a few times. As it touched his dick, it made him bite his lip so you wouldn’t hear anything. He wrapped the loofa around the shaft, jerking it up and down. Fuck this felt good. Just few more movements from his hand at the thought of you, makes his cum ooze on the loofa. He evens his breathing before rinsing himself once more and shutting everything off.

You stand up as Leon emerges from the steamy bathroom. The water droplets on his chest make you tingle in places. He walks to the double bed, sitting his back towards you and mumbles that the shower is free. You make your way to the shower and close the door. You don’t take too much time. You wanna figure out if something is bothering Leon. You decide to use the same loofa that you used cleaning his body. Maybe not the cleanest option but you didn’t care. And little did you know what he did with it.

After you were done, you wrapped yourself in a towel and opened the door only to find Leon still sitting on the bed at the exact same spot. You remembered to take some bandaids from the first aid kit, before you sway closer to Leon.

‘’Hey,’’ you started and he flinched, ‘’we should cover the wound now,’’ you continued in a whisper.

‘’Oh, yeah, sure.’’ his voice unsure. You rise to the bed, kneeling behind him as you figure out how to cover it. As soon as you place it, you let your fingers trace the glue surface against his skin a bit longer than needed. He doesn’t pull away. Your fingers trace his other back muscles caringly. He lets out a sigh that’s almost like a moan. You lean a bit closer to him, letting your towel hit his back.

Your eyes wander around his body and see that his eyes are closed again and his towel is bulging. And then it clicks. He got a boner when you touched him before. This made you smirk and let go of any doubt. You knew he wanted this too. Your hands slid down his chest to his abs as you took the same position as before. Lacing your fingers through his hair and pulling his head back, made him groan.

‘’Can I help?’’ your voice sultry as your fingers fidgeted with the hem of his towel. Leon nodded quickly, deciding to give in while biting his lip. His chest heaved with anticipation as his hands took a hold of the mattress edge. You let his towel open up and fall to the sides. His cock stood proudly between his thick thighs. He’s quite big, you thought as you admired his length.

‘’I probably won’t last long,’’ he admitted quietly as he turned his head away. You took this opprtunity to place a kiss on his neck. He hissed at the contact, squeezing harder on the mattress.

‘’It’s okay, let me just make you feel good.’’ You let go of him and went to lean against the headboard, patting the place between your legs. Leon’s eyes lit up when he looks your way, seeing you let the towel pool around your hips. He places himself half sideways between your inviting thighs. Your smile makes his heart race faster in his chest.

You tip toe your fingers closer to his member, teasing him a bit before taking him into your palm. Leon inhales sharply, sneaking his hand behind your body to squeeze your opposite hip. You moan at his rough touch which makes him moan too. You jerk just the tip in your hand first, making him squirm.

Oh this man is way overdue.

Then you take your time to stroke his whole length slowly. His chest rises and falls quickly, trying to contain himself. Your hand picks up speed gradually, milking groan after groan from his luscious lips. ‘’does that feel good, Leon?’’ you breath against his ear.

‘’Yes, so good,’’ he whines as his hand squeezes your hip again. You quicken your pace on his tip, precum slickening the whole process, making it easier. The squelching sound made your pussy leak too. ‘’I’m close,’’ he mumbled into the air.

‘’I want you to cum for me Leon,’’ you tell him and with that he shoots rope after rope of cum on his stomach and your hand. His head falls back and he groans, trashing his hips upwards.

‘’Fuuuck it feels too good, please,’’ he moaned as you kept pumping his cum from his cock. ‘’it’s too sensitive, please stop.’’ You let go of his cock, chuckling a little but it turned into a yelp as he just turned around, lifting you to your knees and crashing his lips to your own.

You moaned into the kiss as you felt his body against yours, his cum sticking you together. His hands flew to your neck bending your head to his liking, plunging his hot tongue into your mouth. You gave him access instantly, smiling into the kiss as you felt his dick poking your thigh. As he pulled away, his strong hands lifted you up against the wall,

‘’Leoon!’’ you yelled as he put your other leg on his shoulder and then placing his hands on your butt, keeping you upright.

‘’My turn,’’ he breathes against your thigh as he peppers kisses on it, getting closer to your heat. Then his lips are suddenly on it. Just kissing the lips. It made you blush at how sweet he was. Soon enough his tongue comes out to play and he licks up your slit, making you gasp. ‘’you’re soaking wet baby,’’ he says before devouring your wetness.

‘’Ungh, Leo-onn,’’ you gasped as his tongue hit the right spot inside, making you grind your hips against his face. His nose hit your clit, letting more sweet sounds fall from your open lips. Leons rough palms grope your ass as he tries to keep you from falling over. This position could have been chosen better but you looked so hot like this so he didn’t mind. He moved his tongue in and out of you before he started to suck your clit, making you tense in his hands.

‘’Mmm, you taste so good baby,’’ he mumbled into you, fueling your feelings. Your body started to shake as you clenched around nothing.

‘’Fuck, Leon don’t stop, your tongue feels so good, please.’’ you begged. You didn’t know what, cos you knew he would make you cum. He wasn’t the kind of man to leave you hanging. Few tongue thrusts and clit sucks later you were screaming his name louder than before as he had you cumming hard. He let you enjoy the aftermath a little, before he lowered you onto his lap. His tip grazing your sensitive nub, making you whimper as you tried to grind against him.

Leon cupped your face and pulled you into a soft kiss. Slowly making out with you and letting your breathing calm down. You pulled away, smiling at him as you still grinded against his dick. He leaned back on the bed, on his hands, letting you have the lead. You took his cock in your hand again, stroking it a bit before lining him at your folds.

‘’Fuck baby,’’ he bit his lip, groaning as soon as his tip was inside you. You sink all the way down and start to sway your hips back and forth rapidly. Whining as his cock hits your cervix. ‘’your pussy feels amazing,’’ He lets you do the work for now and get what you want. He loved the way your boobs bounced as his eyes bounced along with them.

A groan escapes his throat as he leans forward to take your other nipple into his mouth. His hands sneaks behind you as well, hugging you against him. Your hips start to lose their momentum, trying to keep up with your need, but failing.

‘’Leon, I-I can’t anymore,’’ you say out of breath, stopping your hips. Leon’s hands grab your hips, helping you move on him. He lets go of your nipple and flips you two around as he lowers himself to kiss you. The kiss is sweet and gentle.

‘’I got you,’’ he mumbles to your lips and eases himself into your warm folds again. After a few test thrusts, he hoists your ass off the bed and pistons into you with full speed. You scream at the force, throwing your hands on his, clawing him. He’s pulling you towards him like crazy, moaning and groaning loudly as well. ‘’shit, you’re taking me so well baby.’’ You love that he's vocal.

‘’Leon, I’m cumm-INGG!!‘’ you screamed the last half as your orgasm took over you. Your body squirmed at his embrace, convulsing from the intense pleasure again. You tried to back up from his thrusts, but he kept you locked in with him. You let him chase his own high. After a few seconds he let your hips fall to the bed and slowed his rhythm a little. He leaned to your neck, kissing it sloppily as his thrusts were becoming irregular.

‘’Where to you want me to cum? I’m getting so close,’’ he nibbled your neck. You touched his sides,

‘’Wherever you want, I just want your cum, please,’’ you begged. Again. You didn’t know what. With those words he pulled out and started to jerk his dick over your stomach. White ropes shot out of his tip as he rode out his high, groaning. He huffed above you before he collapsed on the bed,

‘’You can’t say things like that,’’

‘’Is that not where you wanted to cum?’’ you teased him. He laid his head to the side to look at your face,

‘’No, I would’ve -,’’ he didn’t know if he should finish the sentence or not, ‘’I would’ve wanted to cum inside that pretty pussy of yours.’’ but did it anyway. He didn’t have anything to lose. What was the worst thing you could do? Leave? You were supposed to anyway. You blushed, but rolled on your side facing him and tracing his abs with your fingers.

‘’Maybe next time you should?’’ it was more of a question than anything else.

‘’Next time?’’ Leon almost choked on his saliva, not expecting you to offer a next time. You closed the gap between you two and placed a kiss on his lips.

‘’Yeah,’’ you stated as a matter of factly, ‘’but you know what?’’

‘’What?’’

‘’We need to take another shower cos you made us sticky,’’ you chuckled as you took his cum on your fingers and let it fall to your abdomen again. He rolled on top of you, rubbing his body on yours, getting you two even more sticky,

‘’Oh it’s my fault? I remember you being very much involved too,’’ he placed some loose strands of your hair behind your ear, then kissed your nose. ‘’I’ll go run the bath and then come get you,’’ He hopped off the bed, skipping to the bathroom again.

The water started running and you smiled as he became visible to you again with a huge smile on his face. He scooped you up in his arms and started to carry you to the tub.

After all, a little help from someone goes a long way.

If you made it here, thank you for reading this! My smol Leon infested heart is very happy💜 Please like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed what your eyes gobbled up. 👀

[sinsofnivan]

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what if you got chased by mutated!Krauser only for him to corner you? 😳

ENSNARED. — JACK KRAUSER x YOU! — SMUT!

SUMMARY: you're a researcher hired by wesker, tasked to dissect major jack krauser's corpse and study the plaga in it. but a corpse isn't warm, or have a functional heart and respiratory system. they sure as hell don't talk.  or:  the plaga in krauser's body won't let him die as a means to preserve its species.

PAIRING: JACK KRAUSER/you.

TAGS: monster fucking, AU where krauser can control his mutation because i say so, monster fucking, slight blood, some tentacles, tweaking with canon abit, monster fucking, mutated arm/hand-knife fucking (?), did i tag monster fucking?, size difference, dumbification, mind break, forced orgasms, crying during sex, he chases you, DUBIOUS CONSENT, tagging body horror just in case, mating press, full nelson, pussy drunk krauser, FERAL KRAUSER, scent kink??, he's just really in heat here lol

WORD COUNT: 4491

A/N: also, just to note. his corpse was found “un-mutated."/no monster arms.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

you've walked in this surgical theatre many times—done operations, dissections many times. but for some reason, dread weighs your steps heavier. you're almost unwilling to push open those doors and uncover the corpse laid on the gurney, but you have to. you know you have to. 

you've cut open corpses many times, fully aware of the horrors they've endured just from their injuries alone. you wear gloves, but you know you can't wash off the blood on your hands. you forget their faces eventually, but—

jack krauser isn't a stranger.

he was your colleague, having nothing in common but your employer. sent together in spain, you were the brains, he was the brawn. krauser protected you, came for you when you became stranded in the laboratory, sent you away without him. it was the last time you saw him. the last time you saw him alive.

now he's laid before you, covered by a white cloth stained with his blood.

you dreaded it. it takes you a minute or two to touch it with your gloved hands, and then—

what the fuck?

his face—it was covered in blood, but he wasn't even pale in complexion. his lips were still pink, plump. almost like he's full of life. you peeled off a latex glove, pressing the top of your bare hand against his forehead, and—there's no mistaking the heat emitting from his dermis. and it wasn't just his forehead, but his whole body, too. chest, abdomen. 

you frantically peel off your other glove, pressing two fingers right below his jawline. it's subtle, weak, and almost imperceptible, but it's there. it's right there. you tugged on the cloth, letting it completely fall, and you cradle his cheek.

"krauser? can you hear me?" 

they said he was dead. that his corpse has been transported off spain and into your private lab. that they checked him and he was gone. you lean in close, bringing your ear close to his nose, and you squealed when his breath tickled the inside of your ear. it startled you, understandably so, jumping back and bumping against your table full of tools—some of your apparatus clanging on the floor. his hands spasmed, and you only noticed now that most of his lacerations have healed up, the gash that split his arm into two was practically gone. 

"k, krauser?"

your voice echoed in krauser's ears. it's so sweet. so comforting. it's a warmth that embraces him, welcomes him when his heart begins to beat again. his pain is gone, and the image of you, his pretty little scientist, flashes before his eyes. it's heavy, at first. like his limbs are nothing but weights. but he sees you in his memory, he hears you, he feels you—and he wanted nothing more than to touch you.

to hold you, to smell you, sink his teeth in you, bury his cock in y—

the light is blinding, and krauser's body jolts awake. his hands, they're no longer mutilated, only scarring and a red line forming on where the skin splits and tears. his chest is dried with blood, but there's no knife, not even a hint of it, and then— 

"oh my god,"

your scent fills krauser's nostrils, and his cerulean gaze averts to you. sweet little thing. he thinks. "doc," he croaked out, getting up from the gurney and almost falling to the floor. you rush to his aid, helping him back up on his feet. your scent is stronger. sweeter. he wants to bury his face in your neck and—

"here. h, have a drink." you skitter around the laboratory, grabbing a bottled water for him to drink. "i, i can't believe this," krauser only grunts, chugging down the water. "they said you were dead," "this look dead t'you, doc?" he can't be dead. who's going to breed his pretty little researcher full? you took the empty plastic bottle from him, setting it aside somewhere. you glance at his irises—and they were just as bright as you remember, except his pupils were dilated as he stared at you. "let's get you cleaned up, c'mon,"

at least ten different lab protocols are being broken by bringing him—a dangerous specimen—into the showers; telling him to wash off the blood and to stay put as you retreat somewhere to bring him clean clothes. as you looked for clothes his size, you can't stop thinking about it, can't wrap it around your head. he came back to life—as him. he recognized you and had no aggression. you're assuming it's the work of the plaga in krauser's body. this was a breakthrough. 

though, it seems like you've spoken too soon, because by the time you return to the showers, it's ransacked and wrecked. long, deep lines are carved into the cement of the bathroom, like someone had been slashing it with a sword. 

"y/n, is that—is that you?"

krauser's voice is back in the surgical theatre he was brought into, and your eyes widen when he emerges from the room. and now you notice how his left arm—the bones of his left arm—had mutated into something similar to a giant blade. the other one was normal, holding up your used glove into his nose. "oh my god," the spare clothes fall on your feet. "i thought you left . .i thought you left me, y/n," instincts take over you, running back to the direction where you came from. 

"wait, y/n, wait!"

you didn't dare look back, because his footsteps tell you that he's right behind you. "not gonna hurt you—!" clearly, that was a lie. you didn't see it, but he almost grabbed a hold of your shoulder, and barely missed. the lustre of his mutated arm—the blade—is slammed against the walls of the hallway, accidentally opening a few doors and destroying a few wires that kept the lights on. krauser sees you turn to the room to the left, but was met with a barely-lit cafeteria. all this furniture, but not a single you in sight. 

you tried to keep your panting to a minimum as you skittered behind the counter. the dark gave you an advantage, and you figured crouching would give you more chances to move around undetected. "don't leave me, y/n. i need you. got even cleaned up f'you. isn't that what you wanted?" krauser whined, and you peeked through the glass as you watched him flip every desk and chair with just one swift move of his arm. "damn it!" he shouts, and you duck just before he could see your head. 

"i'll find you—i'll fucking . . find you. you know i can smell you, right?"

fuck. fuck . . you had to get out of here. the safest place in your lab would be the observation cells. the glass is tough, seriously tough, and only you had access to the doors. it wouldn't be too far from the canteen. you could hear his frustrated grunt, destroying the door of what you think is the pantry. "i love a good hunt, y/n!" you recoiled at the sight of the door being thrown across the room.

"you can't hide forever. come on, y/n. let's not drag this out." the closer he got, the louder you could hear the water and the blood drip from his body. a minute passes, and you could feel your stomach twist in fear when the steps have stopped. just the dripping. 

you slowly raise your head back to the counter, and you shrieked when you realized he had been staring at you this whole time. "thereeee you are. don't run. i was wondering when you'd show that pretty— hey, come back here!" you scramble, heels almost slipping on the smooth floor, but you managed to crawl away, and out. krauser's growl echoes in the empty room, destroying everything that was before him out of frustration. 

the observation cells shouldn't be too far—you knew these halls by heart. even if he destroyed the lights, you knew your way, and where to turn. you had no time to turn on the switches as you entered the study area, your steps pausing in front of the observation cell's door and frantically swiping your ID into the keycard slot.

WELCOME, Y/N.

it greets, the metal door opening for you, and you practically throw yourself into the dark, unlit cell. a sigh escapes you, relieved. you don't hear krauser, and you hoped he's somewhere away from you. you needed to alert wesker. even if you don't, he'll be around soon. 

BIOWEAPON DETECTED. ACTIVATING LOCKS. LIGHTING SYSTEMS SET TO: MINIMAL VISIBILITY.

STRUCTURAL DAMAGE DETECTED. EMERGENCY FAILSAFE DETECTED. UNLOCKING SEQUENCE UNAVAILABLE.

"oh my god," overhead lights slowly activate, and you back yourself into a corner when you see krauser's muscular silhouette. fuck, you were an idiot. "i warned you not to run," you braced yourself for the worst as krauser approached you, his bigger frame looming over you. but he doesn't tear you apart. quite the opposite, actually, you realized that both his arms have now mutated—and the other seemed more grotesque and complex than the blade hand. still, it resembled his hand in a disturbing way.

closing the gap between both of you, the first thing he does is press his nose onto your sweaty jaw, taking in your scent and growling. "delicious," he whispered, his mutilated left arm caging you in place. "d, don't hurt me, please," you whined, and krauser chuckled. "oh no, baby. i could never," you could feel a thin, tendril-like appendage caress your cheek. it's slimy, sticky. "i need you. need you to be my wife. be my mate. gotta get you stuffed full," 

your eyes widened. "no, no! krauser, we—mpffgh!" his lips are on yours, and you could taste the minty toothpaste and the copper of blood. you didn't kiss back, you can't, this was wrong. he could kill you, but you can't push him back—he was twice your fucking size. his tongue forces your lips to part, and you whimpered when he began to graze the blunt edge of his blade arm onto your thigh, your dress hiking up in the process. 

al of your whimpers are muffled. even in this frenzied state, you couldn't deny how much of a great kisser he was. he took charge—which was, well, very in character of krauser—grabbing your waist with his terrifying, gargantuan hand, forcing you to grind your cunt against the edge of his weaponized arm. its bumps sickeningly against your clit, and you can't deny the pleasure that sends sparks all over your body. 

once krauser parts from your lips, he doesn't waste any seconds, kissing your neck and never hesitating to sink his canines onto your skin. "mine," he whispered, tongue temptingly lathering the pillowy flesh of your lobe. "stayed alive f'you. could hear your voice in my earpiece." you're tiny, compared to his enlarged, contorted hand, and it was way too easy for him to tear the fabric off your frame. "krauser, i—," there's not many words you can squeeze out, because krauser doesn't want to hear it. doesn't wanna hear how you don't want him because that's not true. he's seen how you look at him, how you smile at him, how you laugh at his shit jokes—you want him. it's not true that you want him to stop. not true. nottruenottruenotttruenottruenottrue

you groaned in discomfort when his giant hand tightens around your waist, and he maneuvers you as if you were just a doll, throwing you on the unused bed and quickly getting on top of you. the support of the bed breaks, and you shrieked, holding on to him. he shows no reaction, only latching his mouth on your nipples; teasing the squishy, perky ends with his teeth.

the rest of your clothes are torn off, and yet you don't feel a bit of the cold. his warmth—heat, actually—was more than enough to keep you from freezing to death. "you even got us a comfy room. think this'll do for our first honeymoon, sweets?" his trail of bites and kisses head south, tongue teasing the edges of your panties. "i'll take you to—," smooch. "greece. and then—," smooch, smooch. "to croatia—," krauser was practically on his knees by the time he was settled between your legs. the small bed left little to no room for someone his size, but he didn't care. 

"how does that sound, baby? hm? gonna be my pretty little wife," 

you're not given a chance to respond when krauser obscenely pressed his nose into the outline of your pantied cunt, inhaling deeply like you’re oxygen. "don't—fuck! don't do that," you mumbled, slapping a hand on your mouth. you felt so hot, so embarrassed, felt like y'were gonna pop. "hoooly shit," from above, you could see how his eyes rolled back, how he leaned back in to take in to take a second, third, whiff of you. it was so depraved, so . .

krauser strips off the damp fabric by hooking the small bone that curved from his blade arm, and you raised your hips to help him. this immensely pleased krauser. "little slut. eager to let me taste you?" he cooed, and your hips bucked when he began to rub the dull part of his blade against your clit again. "h, hnnng—!" you whimpered. his blood smears on your cunt, and god—krauser was obsessed. this was his blood. his own twisted way of marking you. 

"mmm . . " 

once he gets his tongue on you, he can't pull away. he physically can't stop kissing that pussy, teasing your hole with the tip of his wet muscle. your moans grow louder, subconsciously pressing his face more into your cunt. "so fucking—hmppff. . so fuckin' good," his vox buzzes against your slit. he could taste the metallic flavour of his blood mixing with your own arousal. bittersweet, delectable.

hard t'breathe through his nose when he's busy usin' it to compensate for the lack of attention on your clit, perversely movin' his head side to side as if he could delve deeper into you. "mm, fuck," he groans against your cunt. "h, haa—fuck!" you can't believe you're doing this, actually enjoying what this . . monster was doing to you. "krauser," you whimpered, and krauser hissed when you tugged on his golden, blood-stained locks. 

his face is covered in your slick; milky cream smeared all over his chin and mixing with his saliva. "so good," krauser huffed, his gaze not breaking yours. he loved seeing you like this. docile. "so, so good," his cock ached. ached to feel something. ached to stuff you balls fucking deep. "mine. your pussy's mine," krauser’s taunts are followed by rapid flicks of his tongue on your clit and you can't sit still. can’t keep your hips in place when you involuntarily hump him, when your body's asking for more.

your back arches so sluttily, it's such a shame how he misses the sight, but that's okay. how your clit spasms around his mouth—lips now wrapped around your sensitive bud—and how you squeal and cry his name, it makes up for the shortcoming. you can’t see his face, not when your irises are receding back to your sockets, but his cheeks are hollowed, your poor clit having to deal with intense pleasure as he sucked on it like a good mate should. your body’s pinned in place, and you’re forced to take it. forced to feel that orgasm quickly creeping up on you. 

“jack—♡! waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait!” 

hearing you call him by his given moniker only fuels this already bottomless greed, and soon enough, you’re cumming in his mouth. tugging his hair, letting your body quiver as an orgasm washes over you. your screams echo in the cell, and you could hear how you’ve soaked his face, how he hungrily laps all of it up; tongue all the way down to your ass, up, up to your mons, just to ensure that he won’t waste a single drop. now you smell just like him. “fuuuuuck, y/n,”

your legs feel like jell-o. your body slumps on the broken bed, mind in cloud 9 and feeling nothing but euphoria. it took you a while to notice your krauser bestowing all these kisses onto your jaw in an attempt to bring you back to reality. "y/n," he called, and your gaze steadies, seeing krauser hovering atop you. "hnn . . " "shh, shh, i'm here. you're fine," his lips are all over your face, sweetly bestowing kiss after kiss after kiss. "legs open, baby," you hear him whisper. and you, you're not any better. the moment you're parting your legs for him, krauser makes himself at home, settling between it and letting his cock rest on your cunt. stomach, actually. 

this isn't your first time having sex, seeing cock—but fuck. monstrous is an understatement. "y'like it, girlie?" he taunts, moving his hips and letting your slick soak all of it. "it's big," you huffed. "is that even going to fit?" "it will." krauser was practically growling at you. it has to. you were made for him. just him. "guide it in." krauser demands, and you oblige, holding it and slowly letting the thick crown prod at your tip. 

his hips impatiently move, and at least two inches were forced into your hole. it earns him a wail, as pleasure overwhelms you. "sh , shit—, so tight," he shuddered, that first stretch being nothing but absolute bliss for the both of you. he doesn't wait for you to loosen up, plunging the rest of his cock into your cunt with a feral growl. 

there's a warmth on your cheek, and you realize it's his spit—he's fucking drooling just from putting it in. "love—oh my fucking god—i love your pussy," there's nothing stopping him from pounding you, his hips are practically moving on its own. "j, jaaack . . h, haaaah . . . !" the vice on your waist only made his cock graze the deepest parts of your pretty cunt, essence smearing around the base of his shaft and balls.

"gonna—gonna breed you. mine . . you're fucking mine. you're mine," 

it's what he hears in his head. what all he thinks about. what only matters in this moment. 

it didn't even hit you that your eyes were closed, when his arms—the bladed arm no longer mutated—began to wrap around your ankles. krauser had lifted your hips in the process, and you now both had a clear view of the bulge in your lower area of your tummy. "that's me—lookit' that, baby. that's me . . that's—!" he snarled, canines baring as he forced himself as deep as he could—"me. fucking me."—to show you that was him, alright. "that's me. go on, feel it,"

krauser's prey, you, immersed in your concupiscence and need—mindlessly caress the protrusion, biting your lip and feeling your cunt twitch. "yeaah . . you like that, don't you?" "uh-huh . . ♡," his merciless thrusts resume, and you feel the skin in that area swell with every shove, and shrink back when he's dragging his cock out aaaall the way to the tip. y'didn't need to ask him to fuck you faster, because he's back to impaling you with his monster cock, slamming into you again and again and again. not gently, too. never. krauser never looked like the gentle type, and it showed with his harsh pounding. poor little you can barely keep up, barely think. 

but you loved it. your cunt sure did, wetly squelching as he rut into you. "deeper—deeper, please. please," fuck, fuuuuuck—his balls twitch at your pleading. you looked so fucked out already. so needy, he could practically see the hearts in your pupils. letting his figure anchor your legs, his body replaces his grip; ankles now digging onto the crooks of his traps, he locks you in place with a mean mating press, and even meaner thrusts as his tip kept kissing, bruising your cervix.

"d, deep enough for 'ya, baby?" 

a laugh rumbles from his throat after hearing your answer—if he could call it that—it's nothing but your scandalous mewls. nothing understandable. it spoke volumes for him. his ramming is relentless, driven by ferality. even in this position, with all the work tasked to his hips, it doesn't seem to hold him back, not fatigue, not even difficulty. 

krauser's tongue drags over your slack-jawed mouth, your teeth, and it's not long until his mouth is locked with yours. it's sloppy, hardly passes as a kiss, but it'll make do. after all, krauser has all the time to kiss you in the future anyway. it's hard to reciprocate, hard to even maintain a proper liplock, because his thrusts are just so damn nasty—took all of your strength and logic away!

"needed to . . needed to do this since i laid my e, eyes on you," krauser babbled once your lips are separated, forehead resting on yours. "knew i—knew i needed you then . . oh, baby. fuck, fuck . . " "need y'too. need you, jack. need youu . . h, hnnnngh . . " you don't know what you're saying anymore—mouth movin' faster than your head—but if it was comin' out of your pretty lips, it must be true. 

his hips are forcefully slamming down on you like there was no tomorrow, starved and animalistic. it made your toes curl, made you cry out his name and hold on to his arms as he fucked you hard and deep. the pain has long subsided, and once you've adjusted to the leg-shaking stretch, it's nothing but euphoria, nothing but pleasure. something you didn't know you craved for, til now. 's all what your fucked-out pretty head can think about. 

but it's not enough, krauser thinks. because you're still lucid. still fucking conscious. 

he's gotta—gotta be a good mate, gotta be good to the bearer of his kids. gotta fuck you harder! just when you thought he can't go any faster, he does. you're not given the chance to ponder how he has the stamina, because every single thought that doesn't involve his cock turns to a blur. 

he's pistoning his hips brutally into you, your cervix forced to accommodate his tip. you feel it, almost like a triumphant pop! when the bulbous crown's enveloped with a second ring of tightness. "oh m , my— uhnn! g, gooooooddd—♡!" 

your eyes cross, and with him caging you in place, you're just forced to feel it all, feel all this pleasure. feel him force an orgasm out of you as he kept pummeling that creamy fucking cunt. "oh, baby. there you go. such'a . . so good, yeah? keep squirting. ♡," it's almost like nothing happened, and he keeps fucking you to overstimulation, loving how he could experience your cunt quiver around him. 

clear liquid is dripping from him, and fuuuuck, your fucking smell just fills the room. he knows it's this damned parasite that makes your scent thrice as delicious, but he doesn't care. doesn't fucking care. just you. 

all he cares about is youjust youjustyoujustfuckingyou

all of your strength is practically gone. not like you needed it, when krauser was there to manhandle you. and for once, he's showing signs that he's human—his thrusts beginning to get reckless and frantic. it's obvious he's close to spilling his load into you, and krauser wants nothing more than to breed your fucking womb.

you could feel your nipples graze upon his built chest when your spine curves beautifully. despite faltering and losing the rhythm he had maintained early on, it's just as vigorous; fulfilling his unspoken promise to ruin you or anyone else. i mean, who else could batter your sensitive womb like he does? who can even compare? nobody.

letting a growl reverberate in the cell, he's plunging into you so deep you could feel his pubes graze against your sensitive clit. you could hardly miss the hot sensation of his cum filling you and overspilling. you're not talking, obviously, and krauser wasn't, either—brows narrowed together as he whimpered through the toe-curling ecstasy. it's fucking messy and leaks everywhere, and all you could do was whine as he bred you, rutting into you a few more times before practically slamming down his body weight onto you.

you're in heaven, you think—seeing white and feeling weightless? yeah, you were. 

krauser sloppily sucked on your tongue, his own filthy way of kissing you, as he stayed still. he swears he can still feel semen spurting out. "mhff . . baby," your spit's all over him, and fuck, it was so nasty, he loved it. "y/n, sweetheart. come back," his kisses trail over to your jawline, and with a territorial bite of his teeth, your eyes are flashing open. "hi," you weakly, craning your neck. "hi, baby," like you weren't marked up enough, krauser added a few more bright red hickeys that branded you his—only his. it looked perfect on you. all you needed was his last name, he thinks.

you could hear him transform back to his original state—unmutated and owning normal-sized hands and arms. it was definitely a little nasty, hearing crunches of bones and the squishing of tender flesh. yeah. you definitely needed to get used to that. 

"don't pass out on me, baby. 'm not yet done,"

"what?"

━━━ ♱ ━━━

you can't tear your eyes away from your cunt, as if krauser has trained you to keep your gaze ONLY on your cunt. his arms are hooked under your weak legs, muscular chest pressed against your sweaty back, and fucking sprawling you and that creampied, filled pussy open for everyone to see as he held you in place in a full nelson. this was krauser's third round, and you've lost track of what time it is and how many times you've cummed on his cock. 

not even the thought of wriggling and squirming away filled your head. you shamelessly begged him to fuck you, begged him to make everyone know that you belonged to him and not caring a single bit about the depraved words you babbled out. 

your eyes widen when you feel something thin, slimy, slithering on your skin, on your hips. it's coming from his strong forearms, snaking its way up, up on the back of your thighs. "k, krauser what's—what's th , thaa— h, hngg, fuuuuuuck . . ♡!" your question is quickly answered when the tendrils gently wrap around your clit, kneading and mimicking a sucking sensation. 

krauser laughs when you're forced to cum, your squirt splashing onto the unbreakable glass wall, right in front of your boss—who's been watching for maybe about an hour now. yet you only registered his figure just now, and for some reason, your cunt twitches in anticipation. 

"yeah? y'like being fucked in front of someone?" 

he chuckled mischievously, adjusting his hold on your head so he could pound you just a little faster. you're mortified, humiliated, being locked in place in such a provocative, vulnerable way, but your cunt's betraying you, pulsating and leaking more creamy slick onto krauser's cock.

"he's been watching us, baby. listening. right from the start. like what you see, wesker?"

end.

A/N: hi! sorry ive been gone. i'd like to wish you all a belated happy holidays and a happy new year! i've been so busy, and i got really sick after christmas, so i've been kinda resting. sort of. i think this one is sloppy too, i'm currently recovering from a deadly writer's block. thank you so much for reading! mwaaah! <3

[glader13]

Trust Me pt. 2

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Part 1

Part 3

Author's Note: I made this too long, so it's going to be divided. Also, shoutout to @thefirst-ofus for the part 2 inspiration/idea, thank you.

“Stay with me baby,” Leon whispered, walking through the warehouse, “We’re almost there.”

Leon held Ashley over his shoulder with one arm, and he held you by the waist, helping you walk. He looked down at you, trying to smile only for it to falter. His heart twisted seeing the black veins covering your arms and face, your eyes lacking their usual light. Instead, they were hazy, focusing on something because every so often you hide your face in his shoulder, crying for him to protect you from the hooded figures. He would hate how his voice sounded each time he comforted you, it would betray him. It sounded panicked and confused, helpless. 

He finally made it to the operating room, quickly punching in the code. Leon carried Ashley to the operating table, you stumbling in behind him, breathing heavily. You leaned on the door after closing it, your vision slowly becoming blurry. A painful cough caused your body to shudder, as you fell against the door, blood on your hand. Leon quickly placed her on the table, before running over to you. You felt your heartbeat slowly becoming nonexistent as Leon held your face. 

“Come on,” he said, though he was beginning to sound muffled, “You’re going first.”

“No,” you said, though your jaw felt glued together, “She needs to go first. It’s why … it’s why we’re here.” 

You felt your eyes beginning to close, before Leon tapped you, causing you to open them. His pale blue eyes were stormy, focusing on the black veins that covered your face. He shook his head, trying to rationalize you going first, “Ashley got the medicine, you didn’t. So you need to go first.”

“If something happens to her,” you breathed, “They’ll kill you.”

“But you’ll be okay,” he kissed the top of your head, “And that’s my only goal.”

Ashley began to cough, her body shaking. Leon cursed before he slowly lifted you. He carried you over to a chair next to the operating table. Ashley’s condition seemed to worsen as if she didn’t take the medication at all. Leon took a step back, running his hand through his hair as he looked at the both of you. He was trying to make it work, he needed to, after all, he’s Leon Kennedy. The perfect agent, everything worked out for him, but as he held your frail body and looked at your drained eyes, it wasn’t working out. 

“Save her,” you managed to say, trying your best to smile at him, “I’ll be okay till I’m next.”

He kissed you with trembling lips mumbling okay before he left you. You smiled at him again as he began to operate the surgical device, hoping that your smile would hide the fact that you barely heard his voice, that you could only taste blood in your mouth, and that your body felt too heavy for your weakening heart to operate. You heard her scream in pain at the touch of the needle, causing you to hold her hand, which was the only thing keeping you grounded in reality. 

Leon’s fuzzy body moved over Ashley as he whispered words of encouragement. You coughed again, trying to be quiet. You weren’t able to cover in mouth in time, so you watched the droplets of blood fall from your mouth onto the ground. You let go of Ashely’s hand, not even aware if the procedure is over, placing it over your chest. You opened your mouth, gasping for air as your heart seemingly stopped. Tears only blur your vision more as you felt yourself beginning to die. You fell face first onto the floor, the chair falling on top of you. 

Leon quickly ran over to you, throwing the chair off of you. He held your body, desperately saying your name as you were going limp. “Love it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m going to get this out of you,” he wiped your tears, “I swear it will be okay. Just .. just don’t leave me.”

“Leon,” you barely whispered your eyes focusing on nothing, “Please … I don’t want to die.”

The fear in your voice shattered his soul, as he held you. He hated how fragile you felt in his arms, your strength depending on him. He blinked away his tears while trying to kiss away your own. His mind told him to be strong, but his body was betraying him. Trembling lips, shaky arms. He was scared, God he was so scared of losing you. 

“You … Don’t talk like that,” he said, not knowing how long he can act brave for you, “We’re going on vacation after this, remember?”

You didn’t reply because you couldn’t. As the world faded to black, you felt was the softness of his kiss. Leon has never felt so powerless. He has never hated himself so much, he was supposed to be injected, but … you jumped in front of him at the last minute. Leon ran back to the surgical device, quickly scanning your body for the parasite’s location, taking a deep breath to try to calm his heart.

Your screams of pain wanted to make him hide, to cut his ears off. He wanted to comfort you, to hold your hand, but the words wouldn’t come out. He couldn’t do anything but hear you cry, scream in agony, as you called out for him, for him to make this pain stop. He felt his soul shatter, being the one to hurt you, someone who he can’t live without. He had to force himself to continue operating the machine as his mind created a new nightmare, your screams. He felt like a child when you needed him most. 

“Leon,” he almost didn’t hear Ashley’s voice over his panic, “Leon, is it over?”

“Ashley, check y/n’s pulse,” Leon said, not sparing her a glance, “You feel anything?”

“Uh … yes,” Ashely replied, “But hurry.”

After the procedure, he ran over to you, telling you that it was okay. Leon ignored Ashely’s look of worry, taking her tears for the recent procedure that she went through. He didn’t apply any of it to you. He lightly moved her out of the way, not registering how her hand was simultaneously on your wrist and neck, checking your pulse.

“Told you that you’re safe with me,” he kissed you on the forehead. But you didn’t respond, your hand didn’t hold onto his. You didn’t respond to his voice. You didn’t react to him.

He checked your pulse, his heart stopping when he felt nothing there. He mumbled no as he checked other places, his mind and what little strength he had left shattering when he felt no pulse. He looked at your face, seeing your calm expression, seeing that your body has been healed, but your heart … it. Leon placed his ear on your chest, straining to hear something, swearing that your hand would get lost in his hair. But your hands stayed at your side and your heart remained still. 

He ran across the room, opening cabinets and throwing things on the floor, trying to find something to restart your heart. With each failed attempt, he felt the room being robbed of its oxygen, and everything in it was gone. It was just him, your dead body, and the sound of your awful screams. He finally faced you, and stumbled over to you, his mind dark and his vision blurred by a mess of tears. He couldn’t speak, and each time he opened his mouth, a broken cry would come out. 

“Y/n, angel,” he held you, “Please, don’t leave me. I need you, please,” he repeated your name in a mess of tears, apologizing.

“Oh God,” he cried, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you. I just … I wanted to protect you.”

He held you, fiercely, as if trying to protect you. As if trying to make up for not doing so properly when you were alive. He felt anger course through him as he held you. Angry at himself for letting this happen to you angry at the one who did this to you. But underneath that anger was hopelessness. It was piercing, radiating throughout his entire body. He’ll never see your smile again, he’ll never hear your voice again. He’ll never love again because you took his heart with you. He’ll only have his memories of you, leaving him in a constant state of chasing those memories desperately trying not to forget you.

“We … can’t leave her,” Ashley said, “We aren’t going to leave her, right?”

“I’m not leaving her,” Leon said, “She’s not staying on this island.”

He knelt, only holding your hand against his head. He watched his droplets stain the floor as his mind was still trying to understand what is happening. Ashley sat across from him, not saying anything, trying not to cry, trying to put on a strong show for Leon. At some point Leon got on the operating table, gently tracing your features. 

“Oh love,” he whispered, his voice thick with pain, “love, I would do anything to switch places with you. I ..” he couldn’t seem to speak, and only more tears began to fall. 

Leon stared looking at the ceiling as he held your hand. Everything hurt. It hurt to breathe, to think, to be alive. He wanted nothing more than to join you, hoping that God would allow him to visit because you’re with the angels. If not, he would sneak over heaven’s gates just to kiss you, to hold you. Reality was suffocating him, so he tried to escape it by closing his eyes, where he saw you. Smiling, laughing, it was paradise, distracting him from the pain, from the fact that he’ll have to wake up.  

He didn’t know how long he was out, all he felt was a gentle shake which caused you to disappear. He stared at the ceiling, groaning as the light shaking continued, “Ashley. I don’t want to talk. Just give me some space, please.”

“Didn’t mean to wake you sleeping beauty.”

Leon’s hand shot to the side of him, feeling air. He looked over to see you standing next to the operating table, Ashley clinging to your side. You looked like an angel, with glowing skin, your eyes beautifully deep and alive. Leon slowly got up, reaching out to you. He softly touched you, as if his hand would go through you. You placed your hand over his, giving him the confirmation that he needed. 

“My knight,” you held the side of his face, “You saved me.”

You saw tears well in his eyes as his large body devoured you in a tight embrace. You were unable to hug him back, but you whispered sweet words to him, words that made him impossibly hug you even tighter. You whispered words to him that he thought he would never hear again. Ashley quickly mumbled that she’ll be outside, but it fell on deaf ears because Leon had you locked in a kiss. It was deep, passionate, and desperate as if he was trying to remember your taste. 

“Le,” you breathed, “Baby, what happened?”

“You died,” Leon said, “Or at least your heart stopped for like ten minutes. Love, I thought I lost you. But it’s clear, more than anything, I need you.”

He leaned his head against yours, lacing his fingers with yours, “Just don’t do that again okay,” he laughed.

You lightly kissed his lips, “I’ll try not to.”

The building began to slightly shake, causing your moment with Leon to be interrupted. Ashely ran back into the room asking the two of you if you felt the tremor. You nodded as Leon said that he needed to end this. You weren’t sure if he was announcing his intention or talking to himself, but whatever the case may be he wasn’t doing it alone. Together the three of you ran out of the building, back to the elevator. Outside you saw Saddler on the port, you continued to look through your binoculars, your heart twisting seeing Ada hang unconsciously. You gave the binoculars to Leon, the sight of her causing him to hand you the binoculars, one foot practically in the elevator. 

“Wait,” you held his arm, “You aren’t going down there alone.”

“I am,” he began, “Someone needs to be here with Ashley.”

“And someone needs to be there with you,” you pushed back, “I’m not letting you die.”

He sighed, and you can see, almost feel him wanting to leave. He looked in Ada’s direction before taking you by the hand, walking some feet away from Ashley. He looked over you, before resting his hand on your chest, where the surgical equipment pierced your skin. He rested his head against yours, “I can’t let you get hurt again.”

“Leon, with all that we’ve seen, you can’t fight this hell show alone,” you try to reason with him, “You know this.”

“I need to protect you,” he said, his voice wavering as his fingers wrap around yours, “I thought that I lost you, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I didn’t know how to live without my soul.” 

“My piece of heaven,” Leon kisses you tenderly, “I need you to be safe.”

Leon told you after thirty minutes to leave, but you saw it as the time for you to go in and help. Ashley tried to get your mind off Leon’s situation by asking you about your relationship with him as you watched the port. Saddler transformed into some monster, sprouting tentacles as his roars can be heard from where you were. The monster bugs also surrounded the port, each flying down to attack, he’s in that by himself. 

“He can’t do that alone,” you said out loud, “Take this, it’s fully loaded,” Ashley took the gun, her eyes wide, “I’ll be back soon.”

You made your way to the port, hoping that he was okay. The bugs attacked you first, causing you to almost use all your ammo on them. You shouted Leon’s name, but it was washed away in the noise of the fight. You continued to run around the port, even having to jump from one broken side to the other, before you found Leon. A tentacle had him in the air, squeezing his neck. One of Leon’s hands was desperately trying to loosen the monster’s hold on him while his other hand fumbled to take out the knife. His gun was on the floor, feet away from him. 

You ran over, shooting at the green sac, causing the tentacle to be separated from the body and fall to the ground. You ran to Leon helping him up, his eyes widened seeing you as you gave him a cheeky smile. He quietly thanked you, squeezing your hand. 

“What do we do now?” You asked as you ran for cover.

“We take out the green sacs,” Leon said, “Then I’ll go for his chest,” he quickly kisses you, “Be careful, okay.”

The two of you ran to opposite sides of Saddler, surrounding him. You had to dodge multiple attacks of his tentacles while aiming at your target. The two of you were successful in weakening the enemy, causing him to fall. You and Leon met in front of the enemy, watching him gasp and struggle for air. Leon picked up Saddler’s staff, motioning for you to stand back. Leon drove the staff into the chest, causing Saddler to give off one last horrible-sounding scream. 

You and Leon stood in front of the dead body, your hands lightly holding. You turned your face to him, smiling as you rubbed off some dirt from his face. He mumbled come here, pulling you into a kiss. Your fingers got lost in his soft hair as he pressed you against him as hard and close as possible. Despite the salty taste, his lips were heaven itself. If love had a form it would take, it would be his voice, his lips, his arms. It would be Leon. 

“Thank you, Leon,” you say, resting your head on his chest, “For saving me. I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head, “Love you more. And you don’t ever have to thank me for that, you always come first.”

“Ready to go?” Ada’s voice caused the two of you to turn around, “We can leave this island right now.”

You didn’t say anything, though you were surprised that Leon still held you close. The small gesture warmed you, as you leaned into his shoulder. “I think it’s time that we go our separate ways,” he says. 

Ada slowly nods as she looks at you. You straighten up subconsciously, as she smiles ruefully, giving Leon one last look before looking at you. “Be careful,” she says throwing keys at Leon, but you knew that the message was for you. Be careful with him, with his heart.

The two of you, along with Ashley, made it off the island by jet ski before it exploded. The three of you turned to face the destroyed island, relief evident on your faces, so much so that Ashley laughed. Leon looked back at you, “Ready for that vacation?”

“Yes please,” you groaned, “I don’t want to pick up my gun for the next year.”

That vacation that Leon mentioned would be in Paris. That vacation would be delayed by four weeks because of the paperwork and debriefing and checkups. But finally, finally, you and Leon were able to get that vacation, kicking it off with a dinner date. 

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“You ready?” Leon called.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking over your dress. It was a beautiful, low-cut dress that hugged your body, revealing your curves. The dress had a slit on the side, and it was backless. The navy blue color complimented your silver pendants and necklace. 

 “You’re staring Kennedy,” you smiled.

“Can you blame me?” He says, walking behind you to place a kiss on your back, “You look beautiful, love.”

You looked down at your hand, feeling warmth seep through your face. Your smile deepened seeing Leon take the necklace from you and place it on your neck. Leon placed his arms around you, pulling you into him, his cologne clinging to you like a heavenly scent. 

Leon kissed your neck, his lips impossibly soft, “So beautiful,” his hand slipped underneath the slit of the dress, “ I can’t wait to show you off to Paris.”

His voice was low, threatening for a good time, “And then,” he continued, “Take it off.”

“Well, all of this is here for you,” you pressed up against his crotch causing him to inhale, “Don’t forget the hotel key,” you smiled at his reddened face.

The two of you headed downstairs, to catch a cab to your dinner reservation.

(To be continued)

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Sleep - Leon Kennedy

Words: 1.6k

Summary: Leon can't help but crave physical affection from his girlfriend.

CW: language, cold!reader, re4 leon but re2 puppy leon is def lurking, he is a BABYYY, hint of some 2000s toxic masculinity?

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Leon was pretty content with his relationship. 

Another agent, but in the FBI. A strong and resourceful woman who didn’t mind him constantly being gone on dangerous missions, considering she was busy with her own. She didn’t mind his closed-off personality because she was probably more closed off than him. 

And she didn’t mind his dry dad jokes. Another plus.

She also never pestered him for his lack of physical affection. He always gave her a kiss when he would first see her and one when they said their goodbyes. A handhold every now and then. But he barely touched her. She barely touched him. 

He was content with that

…Yeah, he was lying. 

Sure, he tried to give off a cold and dark vibe. A demeanor that showed he was not one to be fucked with. But damn, even the baddest bitches need to be held every now and then. 

Sometimes, his girlfriend would stay at his place for the night. The first time it happened, he didn’t dare admit it, but he was excited. Excited to not sleep alone, to sleep next to the woman he claimed his, to feel her warmth in his arms. 

Then, when they laid in bed, she had said a gruff “goodnight”, turned her back to him, and passed out. Not even a kiss. An “I love you”. Nothing.

Did she even love him? 

He questioned that often. Why didn’t she ever kiss him? Touch him? Showed him any affection? Then again, why didn’t he? They both gave each other the bare minimum. But that wasn’t what he wanted. 

Fuck. Even the baddest bitches wanted to feel loved. 

Like right now. He was seated in bed, fiddling with his fingers as she laid curled up next to him. Practically on the edge of the bed, as far away from him as possible. Like he was diseased or something. 

Maybe there was something he was doing wrong. Maybe he wasn’t loving her right. Maybe he didn’t deserve to be touched. Didn’t deserve to feel love. 

But what did he do wrong? What did he do to not deserve a simple fucking hug from his girlfriend? Why couldn’t she initiate a kiss? Hold his hand? Nothing? 

Fuck, stop thinking like that, Kennedy. Be grateful you even have a girlfriend.

And so he laid down, burying his head in the fluffy pillow and shutting his eyes. Back turned to her, like they always slept. Like they didn’t even like each other. He had thought finally getting a girlfriend would make it all better. He wouldn’t feel as lonely and sad. He just wanted to feel wanted. 

So why did the bed feel more cold with someone in it than without? 

Just stop fucking thinking and sleep already. Fucking loser. 

Trying to steady his breathing, he brought the blanket up to his chin, suddenly feeling cold as goosebumps formed on his skin. It was almost fucking spring, for fucks sake. Maybe it was because he had the coldest woman on the planet in his bed that he felt like this. 

Yeah, that’s probably what it was-

Wait.

He couldn’t tell if it was a hallucination or a dream, but he could have sworn he felt arms slowly wrapping around his waist. Felt the bed stir slightly as she scooted closer to him, her chest to his back. What the fuck what the fuck what the-

She was holding him. She was actually fucking holding him. Was he in the fucking Twilight Zone? Yes, he had to be, because there was no way his girlfriend had her arms around him. 

Holy shit. 

Hesitantly, Leon reached down, placing his hands atop hers, feeling… warmth? Feeling something he hasn’t felt in years. Tracing his fingers over her soft skin, her well-manicured nails, feeling her breath on his neck. Fuck, this was just a little touch and he felt so fucking happy. Something so small finally made him feel somewhat wanted. 

Honestly sad. This simple gesture was enough to get him giddy.

Giddy and eager to hold her too, slowly turning in her grip. She moved as well, unconsciously repositioning herself on her back, an arm still lazily keeping him close. With a smile, he wrapped his arms tightly around her. Pressing his face in the spot connecting her neck and shoulder. She smelt so good. 

Look, Leon was a big guy. Broad-shouldered and muscular. However, this was probably the safest he ever felt. In a long fucking time. 

So you can’t judge him for tearing up a bit. A lot. Sniffling against her neck as he held onto her tightly, resisting the urge to cry like a fucking baby.

“Babe?”

Shit. 

He laid limp against her, hoping she’ll somehow assume he was asleep and leave it alone. A dumb thought. As if she couldn’t feel his tears on her skin and hear his ragged breathing. Maybe she’d think he’s just having a nightmare. Yes! This wouldn’t be the first time he had a nightmare-

“Babe,” she repeated gently, and he felt her fingers trail from his spine to his hair, lightly scratching his scalp with her nails, “What’s wrong? I know you’re awake so stop playing,” 

Before he could respond, she tugged at his hair, not enough to hurt, but to get what she so impatiently wanted. His attention, which she had when he finally peeked up at her, stormy blue eyes meeting hers. “Nothing,”

“Bullshit, you’re literally crying,” she rubbed at his scalp again gently, “Did you have a nightmare?” 

“No, I don’t really want to talk about it,” he replied, tapping the pads of his fingers against her hip absentmindedly, “I’m fine,”

“Am I supposed to believe that?” she chuckled softly, lifting his chin up and cupping his cheek, thumb brushing against his cheekbone in a soothing motion, “C’mon, I won’t be able to sleep knowing you’re upset,” He didn’t even know how to respond. Her hot-and-cold personality made it so difficult for him to know what would be considered okay to say. 

“I’m… I’m not upset,” 

Her brow raised in disbelief, “You’re not upset? Am I imagining these tears then?” With her thumb, she swiped one off of his face, “Hm, no. Not imagining anything,” 

“They’re…” he gulped, embarrassed, “...happy tears,” 

“Oh? And what caused these happy tears?” 

He could hear it in her tone already. She was ready to tease the fuck out of him. So with a huff, Leon sat back up, crossing his arms over his toned chest in annoyance. “Nothing,”

“What do you mean nothing?” She sat up as well, tilting her head to the side as she eyed him in curiosity. “Just tell me what’s up already!” 

“You fucking held me!” he broke, burying his face into his hands in embarrassment.

Silence. 

“Ughhhh,” he grumbled, swinging his legs over the bed, ready to leave. Jump out the window and dive proudly to the street and die, maybe. Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea. 

“Wait!” he then felt her arms go around his shoulders from behind, “Stay!”

And like a dog, he stayed put. Still with the pouty and embarrassed look on his face, staring straight ahead at him at the window he so desperately wanted to jump through. 

“That made you cry?” his girlfriend whispered, head resting on his shoulder, “I was just hugging you from behind…”

He felt a tad bit more pathetic now. “I know. You… you never did that before,” he hesitantly raised a hand to graze her arm, soaking in the physical touch as much as possible. 

“I suppose not,” she hummed, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, “You always seem so closed off. I figured you didn’t want to be touched, which is why I always just let you initiate contact,”

“I…” he bit his lip, trying to form the words in his head before saying them out loud. Trying to describe how he felt without hurting his manhood.

But fuck, yes, even the baddest bitches need to be spooned from time to time. 

“I do want to be touched,” he mumbled out, “You’re my girlfriend. I want you to touch me, I want to touch you. I thought you didn’t want to be touched,” 

“You’re kidding?” she laughed gently, next kiss going to his neck, right on his pulse point, “Literally every night I stay at your place, my arms are around you at some point while we’re sleeping. Can’t help myself,”

That made him shift his body to face her, eyes slightly widened, brows furrowed as he processed his words. This wasn’t the first time? She… did this literally every night she was here? “Really?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, taking his hands in hers, “You know, you could have just told me you wanted some affection, babe.”

“That’s embarrassing…” his eyes darted away again, cheeks flushed red. He could still feel her eyes on him, making his cheeks redden further. 

“So unmanly, isn’t it?” she teased gently.

“Shut up,” 

She giggled, releasing his hands and laying back onto the bed, head resting comfortably on the pillow. Arms opening, she said, “C’mon. It’s late and we both have to be up early!” 

He hesitated. Because, well, he was a dumb ass. Falling asleep cuddled up to his girlfriend like a fucking baby? How fucking embarrassing-

Ugh, sign him the fuck up. 

The hesitation lasted a possible two seconds before he laid next to her, accepting the embrace while snaking his arms around her waist as well. Accepting a little kiss to his forehead and a soft “I love you” that left her lips. 

Handing her an “I love you too” back before getting the best sleep he literally ever had.

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Leon S. Kennedy re2 would spend hours watching you playing with the rescued kids to cheer them up. How patient you were.

Helping them with the food, avoiding fights for toys, when they cried for their lost ones…

Sure you two were more than co-workers, more than close friends. You made him find love, but what brought something back to life in him was when he saw you cuddling that baby to make him eat while distracting him.

“Babababa”

Was that toothless smile that gave him the courage to sit next to you and forget all the pain he went through.

There is now Leon S. Kennedy re4 coming home for you two.

He never expected to come home and announce him the news of you being pregnant.

He spent mostly of his free days watching video or reading book about pregnancy and how to take care of a child… since he had a pretty hard childhood.

He has double monitor. One on your side on the other on his. “what is going to happen if you’re in a deep sleep and I’m too far for the one on your side..” he tried to justify himself like the fact that he has cameras connected to the baby “zone” when he’s on mission, everywhere

But there was absolutely one thing, one damn thing that made his heart melt..

The baby, a perfect mix of you two, could never do something if she/he hasn’t both of his parents close. But you got lucky because when Leon is on mission the child is cooperative.

Just imagine falling asleep on you lap as she/he holds Leon’s hands while you watch tv.

just imagine bathing you three together surrounded by toys.

Just imagine playing together on the rug in front of the tv and if you fall asleep well… you’ll wake up to someone biting you.

And only god knows how he feels when he comes back from the store or from outside in general and hears you teaching the baby how to say ‘papa’ while he’s hiding behind the wall holding his chest.

But there are times when mothers give to educate their children. Like that time when Leon bought a toy that wasn’t the baby liking so she/he smashed it to the floor screaming, here you come while Leon was clam because he knew how children can be sometimes.

“You shouldn’t throw what is gifted to you. After what happened there are kids with no papa that can’t afford a toy.” You say calmly taking the toy away to another room.

The child otherwise was pretty smart for his age to understand that you were disappointed by his behavior, but he was still a child so of course he would have ended up crying holding onto Leon pointing towards the room you walked into calling his mama.

Once Leon stepped behind, you felt two tinny hands grabbing to your neck. You take him but of course he has to hold his papa close as well making Leon chuckle for her/his cute habit.

But what was the cutest was when the little one couldn’t bare his/her nursery and so they would whine till you take him/her to the big bed surrounded by his/her mama and papa arms. <3

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bfd!leon kennedy headcanons

—bfd!leon kennedy x fem!reader, a headcanon list

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bfd!leon kennedy who meets you when his daughter comes home from college for the summer. he thinks your beautiful instantly but he knows that you’re very young. so much younger then him. he can’t act on it. no matter how much he wants too.

bfd!leon kennedy who watches as you unpack some of your stuff to stay in the guest room for the summer, watching you and trying not to seem to obvious about it. the way your ass strains against your jean shorts…no, no. he can’t think of that. despite how good you look bent over like that.

bfd!leon kennedy who picks up a couple things from the store for you and his daughter. only wanting the best for his little girl. but he also wanted the best for you too, that’s why he bought all your favorites. it’s secretly fun to watch you when he opens the grocery bags, seeing your eyes light up.

bfd!!leon kennedy who sits next to you one afternoon, watching a movie on tv with you. his daughter had left you to go run some errands in town. he hadn’t been alone with you up until this point and it was making him antsy, almost nervous at how close you were to him. like you could. just reach out and touch him…just move your fingers two inches closer to his.

bfd!leon kennedy who feels you rest your head on his shoulder in the middle of the movie, your thigh pressed against his. it shouldn’t have the effect it has on him but it does, he feels your hand resting on his thigh, right near his groin. he tried to stay focused on the movie but your hand was so close, it just needed to move up a couple inches.

bfd!leon kennedy who tries to ignore all the guilt he has for you being so much younger then him. he’s older, he is not the man he used to be. but that apparently doesn’t phase you. your hand palms his erection over his jeans with your pretty manicured nails and suddenly it’s 10x harder for him to find a reason not to flip you over and fuck you senseless on his couch.

bfd!leon kennedy who lets you suck him off on his couch while the forgotten movie plays in the background. your head moving up and down as his fingers weave into your hair, gently guiding you. he tries to resist the urge to buck up into your mouth but he holds back. he doesn’t want to scare you or worst of all, hurt you. you take his dick like a champ, sucking on him like a lollipop as you look up at him from under your eyelashes.

bfd!leon kennedy who finishes in your mouth and makes you swallow all of his cum. praising you with, “you did so well, sweetheart” to “such a good little slut for daddy”. it seems to have the desired effect, your pupils blown wide as you gaze up at him. he wipes his thumb over your bottom lip, clearing any saliva or his release off your face before pulling you up to meet his lips in a slow languid kiss. and one thing is for sure when he’s kissing you; he’s definitely going to hell.

bfd!leon kennedy who in the days following will find the time to fuck you. whenever his daughter is off doing something and you have no plans, he fucks you. either bending you over the kitchen counter, the guest bed, the couch, the kitchen table…anywhere he can bend you over and fuck you. he’s doing it. no questions asked. but that’s not the only thing he does.

bfd!leon kennedy who lets you suck him off whenever you want. he could never deny you that when you look so pretty doing it. on your knee’s in front of him, looking up at him through your thick lashes as you bring him to the edge. he has never seen a more beautiful sight then that.

bfd!leon kennedy who eats you out, he’s not the only one getting oral pleasure after all. he loves eating you out until your practically crying for him to stop. he could do it for hours, hearing you scream his name over and over, hearing you whimper and whine. the feeling of your manicured nails digging into his skull practically sends him through a spiral in his old age. every time he’s between your thighs, he swears he’s died and gone to heaven.

bfd!leon kennedy who lets you call him daddy when he fucks you. he doesn’t know why it gets him so turned on, the most taboo thing in the book. but he lets you do it, hearing it echo out of your pretty pink lips as he fucks his length into you, will never not get him closer to climax. letting you call him daddy during sex is probably one of the best decisions he’s ever made, right next to fucking you to begin with.

bfd!leon kennedy who starts to feel things. things he hasn’t felt since his wife left him, he loves you deep down. he’s gotten attached and he doesn’t know if you feel the same. because why would you? you guys just fuck. plus, he’s older. he’s well into his late 30’s by now. and your such a vibrant young woman, he doesn’t want to hold you back at all. doesn’t want you to regret life if you choose to stay with him, if he confesses and you feel the same.

bfd!leon kennedy who is oblivious to the way you feel about him. summer is almost over. how are you supposed to tell him how you really feel? and what if he turns you down, tells you your too young for him. you don’t want to think about it, about what he could possibly say to you when he tells you no, or if he does. but you need to take the risk, even if it ends up hurting you or embarrassing you.

bfd!leon kennedy who cuddles with you in his bed one night. the tension between both of you thick to cut with a knife. you just open your mouth and tell him, not brave enough to turn around and look him in the eye but admitting your feelings all the same. you feel his arm tense and flex where he holds your stomach, but you continue telling him anyways as things hang in the air. you wait a couple agonizing minutes for him to reply. your heart thudding in your chest as you wait for what could make or break your future.

bfd!leon kennedy who hears your confession in the intimate air of his bedroom, after dark, his heart thudding in his own chest as you list off a confession, you want to be with him. you love him, you don’t care that he’s older and just all the glue that makes him feel better about being in bed next to you. your words soothe a balm over his soul and his conscience. your fixing all the cracks in his morals with every word that leaves your mouth. he almost pinches himself a couple times to make sure he’s not dreaming. but he’s not, your really talking and telling him what you feel. its real.

bfd!leon kennedy who pulls your back closer to his chest and presses a kiss to the back of your neck, whispering that he feels the same. that the struggles ahead — college, a long distance relationship and the relationship with his daughter, your best friend — will be figured out together. that he would do anything for you. even risk his life, he would gladly do it without even thinking about it, thats how much you mean to him.

bfd!leon kennedy who feels you turn in his embrace, your hand meeting his scruffy jaw, pulling his lips to yours in a tender kiss. pouring all your love that you can’t convert for him into the kiss. the simple action makes it worth it for him. no matter what the future looks like you have him with you every step of the way. you finally have each other. body, heart and mind. and nothing could ever measure up too it.

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𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

Leon S Kennedy x reader

warnings. slight nsfw themes, teasing, leon being hot

Seemingly enough, the night air was thick with the scent of rain and smoke as you and Leon found a momentary refuge in the shelter of an old warehouse. You'd only stopped for a quick break, yet here he was, shirtless, bent over his gear bag to check the supplies, every muscle in his back flexing with each movement. A faint glint of silver caught your eye, a thick silver chain hanging around his neck.

You didn't mean to stare, but your eyes were drawn to him: the way the low moonlight outside spilled in through the broken windows, casting shadows over his bare shoulders and collarbone, highlighting the fine sheen of sweat on his skin. He straightened, his focus on the gear, oblivious to the way your gaze lingered.

A mischievous thought crossed your mind, and without a second guess, you stepped closer, reaching out to catch the necklace between your fingers, giving it a gentle tug. Leon's head turned, his blue eyes locking onto yours with a spark of surprise, but also something darker, more dangerous. You let your fingers brush the chain where it lay against his chest, and with a smirk, you looked up at him, your voice low and teasing.

"You know, this would look good above me," you murmured, not missing the flicker in his gaze as the implication sank in.

For a moment, he was silent, his breath hitching ever so slightly. Then a slow smile spread across his lips, a look of confidence settling in his eyes. "Is that right?" he asked, voice smooth, filled with a heat that made your stomach flip. His hand came up to yours, his fingers brushing your wrist before he held it, his grip both firm and careful.

"You sound awfully sure of yourself," he continued, his voice dropping as he stepped closer, closing the space between you until there was barely a breath of air separating your bodies. His free hand slid along your waist, fingers tracing your side, his thumb brushing a small circle against your hip, sending shivers through you. "But l've gotta warn you-I don't like teasing."

"Oh, I'm counting on it," you shot back, lips curving into a smirk as you leaned in, letting your mouth hover near his ear, close enough to feel his pulse spike under your hand. His fingers tightened on your waist, and you could feel his breath quicken, the tension building between you like a live wire.

He didn't hold back, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you flush against him, his eyes dark as they flickered over your face. "You really want to find out what that necklace looks like up close?" His words were barely a whisper, warm against your skin as he traced a path down your arm, his touch sending a thrill through you.

Your heart raced, but you didn't look away, didn't falter under the intensity in his gaze. "Maybe l'd like a demonstration," you replied, your fingers trailing along his chest, lingering just enough to feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch.

That was all the encouragement he needed. His hands roamed up your arms, his touch lingering at your shoulders before sliding to cup the back of your neck. He held you there, close enough that his breath brushed your lips. The necklace glinted in the moonlight as it shifted, resting between you as if waiting to make good on your challenge.

Leon's hand traced down your arm, guiding your fingers up to rest against his chest, just above where the pendant lay. "You know... you're pretty bold for someone who's not supposed to be tempting me out here," he murmured, eyes flickering to your mouth.

"Is it working?" you asked, barely able to keep the teasing note in your voice.

His response was a low chuckle, rich and deep, vibrating against your hand.

"More than you know." And with that, he closed the remaining space between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle. His fingers tangled in your hair, his grip possessive as he pulled you closer, his other hand slipping to the small of your back, guiding you firmly against him.

You could feel the rough metal of the pendant pressing against your collarbone, a constant reminder of your earlier words, and it only fueled the heat building between you. His kisses were demanding, as if he'd been holding back for far too long and had finally decided to let go.

His hands began to roam, sliding over your sides, fingers tracing the lines of your body with a kind of reverent intensity that made your breath hitch.

Every touch was deliberate, unhurried, as if he was savoring each second, each inch of skin. His mouth moved along your jaw, his breath warm against your skin as he left a trail of soft, burning kisses down to your collarbone, right where the necklace lay. He paused, smirking against your skin as he whispered, "Still think this would look good above you?"

You couldn't stop the soft gasp that escaped you, his words sending a shiver down your spine. Your fingers curled into his hair as you tugged him closer, your voice breathless but filled with determination. "I think it's perfect," you murmured, your lips brushing his as you spoke.

The thrill of being here, in this dark, forgotten place, only heightened the tension between you both. His hands returned to your waist, guiding you down as he followed, his gaze never breaking from yours, filled with an intensity that left you breathless.

He leaned in, his lips finding yours again, the kisses growing deeper, more heated, as if nothing in the world existed outside of this moment. His fingers laced through yours, pinning your hands beside you as he kissed you with a passion that sent sparks through your veins. The necklace brushed against your chest, cool against your flushed skin, each sensation heightened by the danger lurking just beyond the walls.

"Leon..." His name escaped in a breathless whisper, and he met your gaze with a smile, his hands gently trailing up your arms, sending a rush of warmth through you. He pressed his forehead to yours, his breathing heavy, as he murmured, "I love you."

With a teasing smirk, you whispered, "Prove it." His answering smile was filled with promise, and as he leaned down, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of you and the heat building between.

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can’t stop thinking about boss! leon kennedy who is just obsessed with how your pussy feels around him :(((((

how he’d tease you oh so much while bending you over his desk during your break. lifting up your cute little pencil skirt and fucking you like he hated you.

he leans forward, thrusting into you at a bruising pace, his hot breath against your ear as he whispered, "you like that, baby? you like being fucked on my desk like the dirty little whore you are?" he’d practically laugh as you whine against him.

he’d hold your writhing hips still as he pounds into you, ignoring your moans. you could feel his cock practically throb inside of you as you sqeeze him tight.

his desk would creak as his hips moved against your own. his pace quickens, his grip on your hips tightens, leaving a bruising, but pleasureable pain.

“f-fuck leon!” you’d whine into the air. he just chuckles, his thrusts slowing, but going deeper than you thought was possible.

“such a needy little slut” he’d whisper in your ear.

if anyone were to walk by his office, you were sure they’d hear your moans and pleas, along with the sound of skin slapping together loudly.

but boss! leon kennedy didn’t care. he was basically pussy drunk off the sounds you were making, along with how well you take him.

when he knew you were about to cum, he’d lean into your ear.

“you feel so fucking perfect around me. it’s like you were fucking made for me.” his breathing would start to get a little heavier, thrusts more powerful and sloppy.

“please, leon!” you’d beg, gripping the edge of his polished wooden desk.

“please what, baby? you gonna cum all over my cock for me?” he’d tease, kissing then biting your neck, making you almost scream.

“c’mon, cum for me, baby, i know you want to.” god the sound of his voice alone almost made you cum instantly. your eyes screw shut as you whine mixes of curses and his name over and over like a prayer, so close to completion.

“that’s it, pretty. gonna let me finish inside you? walk around the office all day with my cum dripping out of that pretty pussy like the fucking whore you are?” his thrusts were uncontrollable now. your forehead leaned against the hard desk.

“yes yes please, leon, fuck!” is all you can say before he covers your mouth (he knows if he didn’t you’d let the entire office know what was going on, if they didn’t know already). you came with a sob, squeezing his cock so tight he hissed as his free hand gripped your waist. he shot his hot seed inside of you and rode out a few more thrusts before slowing down and stopping.

both of you are panting and sweating, you whine in overstimulation of his cock still inside of you. he was still half hard.

“one more time?” this was the third time he’s said this.

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