#yan!leon x reader

[elfven-blog]

Something Missing

Summary: You cockwarm Leon while he reads your missing person poster

Yan!Leon Kennedy x F!reader

CW: Cockwarming, yandere Leon(you were taken), p in v, hickies, breeding, Daddy kink, female reader anatomy. 

Word count:1.4K

One of the corners of Leon’s mouth turned up, his hand smoothing at your back before moving down to sink his fingers into the flesh of your ass causing you to whine and move your hips before he hushes you. His hand kneading at the soft flesh as he coaxes you back into a syrupy state of mind, clenching his jaw before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as he feels your warmth pulse around his cock. The paper in his hand crinkling slightly.

With his lips still on your head, he brought the paper closer “Look sweet bunny, they got that bit wrong didn’t they?” Your head turned from where it was buried in his neck to look at the paper in his hand. The big red ‘MISSING’ was the first thing you saw, your eyes travelling down the words and pictures of you sprawled along in a fine font. Searching for what he had pointed out.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you nodded in agreement with him, his hips rutting his cock up into you as you did so “mhmm, wasn’t wearing that daddy” he pressed another kiss to the crown of your forehead, hand still massaging at your ass. But when you moved your own hips, his hand hit with a sharp pain.

“Now now, my sweet girl, you’re meant to sit there and keep daddy warm till he decides he’s ready” You nodded as your head rested against his chest again as he soothed you to stay still again, biting your lip as the feeling of how stretched you are but its for nothing as he readjusts your positions on his office chair and the tip of his cock bumps against the opening of your womb. Hand gripping at the shirt around his waist as you nuzzle into him.

“Sorry, daddy just had to move his leg” a flimsy excuse to enjoy the reactions he got from you. After working so hard on your training the past few years he deserved little moments like this, with your soft warmth surrounding him and being so good for him. He had even been able to take you out into the garden yesterday, he was proud of you for behaving. Even if it had taken a while to get here.

His hand dropped the poster slightly as he tipped your chin up so he could look at your face, the needy look in your eyes could have made him come right then and there. His thumb swiping at your bottom lip, his irises swallowing the colour of his eyes as he leaned down to press a kiss to your mouth. Tongue dipping passed your lips to taste at you, your eyes closing as you pressed yourself closer and your hands moved up to wrap around his shoulders.

When he pulled away you followed slightly, chasing that taste again and causing the grin to grow on his face again. His thumb wiping the saliva from your lip “Think I should frame this, bunny, keep it on the desk in my office” a blush covers your cheeks, the idea of the missing poster in his office with all the other pictures he had taken over the few years you had been together. They all stayed in his home office mind, especially with some showing more skin than others.

The way you blushed at things like this, how you would press your thighs and your breath would hitch when he touched you made him giddy. It hadn’t always been like this. There was a time when you would scream so loud he had to move you to a different location, a time when you’d leave him covered in deep scratch marks and bites…you stopped that after realising it only had a different reaction than you wanted. No that only led to him fucking you into the mattress.

Leon decided that you had wanted long enough, you’d been a good girl, letting him finish some work and not even mentioning anything off limits on the poster. He dropped the poster on the floor, moving his hands to take your legs and placing you on the desk. A high whine leaving you as his cock slid out. He quietly shushed you as he got out of the chair, moving the stuff behind you so you could lay back against the wood.

His hands kept your thighs apart, the sight of your pussy dripping onto the desk and down to the floor. Just watching as your cunt clenched around nothing, and the slick covered the darkened wood caused a groan to leave him and it didn’t take long for him to push into you. Slowly at first, just so his sweet girl could adjust to him and so he could feel every pulse and clench.

His fingers bruise into your thighs, and even though you try to watch knowing how much he liked when you watched the way he stretched you out and pumped into you, your head fell back to rest on the desk as you gripped at the edge. A frustrated noise sounding from you as he stopped moving.

“Daddy, please. Need you to move, want it so bad” Smugness filled his chest at the sound, begging like that always got you what you wanted, and it worked this time too. His hips set a punishing pace, chasing his own high rather than focusing on you. The desk moving under the both of you as it hit the wall, the sound of skin slapping filled the room.

With the angle and how he was holding you, the fat head of his cock rammed at your cervix and the squelching reaching his ears only fuelled him to fuck into you faster. His body bent over you, pressing his weight onto your body as his lips connected with the skin of your neck. Tongue moving to lick at your neck before he bit into the softness on the pulse point, a mark already forming as he sucked a bruise there.

The fringe of his hair tickled at you as he moved to leave more marks along your neck and shoulders, still bullying his cock into you before moving one of his hands up your thigh. He pinched at the inner skin, grinning at the squeal you let out before his hand continued moving. He finger dipping between your pussy lips, gathering some of the wetness and sliding to circle your clit. The other hands pressing your thigh down again as they twitched to close.

“Look so pretty like this, whiny and needy for daddy while he uses you” you could only moan in response, and he took one of your nipples into his mouth as his tongue swirled around it in the same motion he was using with his fingers. All of the sensations causing your hips to buck as you tried to squirm away a little. His one hand moving to your shoulder to keep you where he wanted you.

“Such a pretty bunny, you’ll look even better once daddy’s bred you honey” His hips never letting up the pace as he felt that familiar tightening in his core, and the way you pulsed around his cock while his balls felt heavier than before. Leon moved to stand up again so he could see your face, enjoying the blissed look on your face as your mind emptied of nothing but him. A small whimper leaving you as you gushed around his cock, leaking onto the desk and soaking his jeans.

His hand finally moving from your thighs as he brought it up to hold your jaw. Forcing your mouth open as your tongue immediately lolling out passed your lips for him, your legs clenching around his waist as he rode out your orgasm and into overstimulation. His eyes darkened from lust as he leant over you, spit drooling down from his mouth and into your parted ones and your eyes fluttered shut as your hips bucked up to meet his.

His hips stopped moving, pressing closer to you and your legs locked him in there. He leant over you again, spitting into your mouth as he filled you with hot ropes of cum. And he finally leans all of his weight on you as his head rests on your shoulder, arms either side of your head as he encases you in. Leon goes to move so he can help clean you up but is stopped by a noise of discontent and legs pulling him back in, his hand coming to pat at your hair.

What a good bunny. You know exactly what he likes.

[elfven-blog]

SCREAMING CREAMING IM SO SO READY PIXEL YOU GOD IM GONNA KISS YOU SO HARD

There's Nowhere to Run (Part 1)

Sequel to There's No Escape | Part II of the Darkside series

Summary: Five years have passed since your harrowing escape from the clutches of your deranged ex-boyfriend. You believe he's dead, giving you the peace of mind to get back into the dating scene. You seem to have bad luck, however, as each date seems to ghost you afterwards. Little do you know, there is something more sinister going on...

Word Count: 2.7k

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

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Sex, gaslighting, swearing, stalking, extreme acts of violence, blood, murder, dubcon, kidnapping, pet names (baby, doll, angel, sweetheart, etc.), PTSD triggers, unprotected sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, manipulation, oral (m and f receiving), choking, overstimulation, knife play, gunplay, masterbation, drugging, Stockholm syndrome, mentions of miscarriage. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]

A/N: Daddy's back! I honestly got a good chuckle every time someone thought the ending of There's No Escape was a happy one 🤭

Welcome back to the madness!

Dustin’s eyes open slowly, wincing when a sharp pain shoots through his skull. Wherever he was, it was dark and dingy, the only light from a single light that hung from the ceiling, casting an eerie yellow glow on the place. He quickly realizes that he’s hanging from something, his hands and feet bound. He tries to talk, but there is something in his mouth; he’s been gagged. He tries to recall the events that led him to his current predicament.

He had gone out to dinner with a girl he met on a dating site. The date had gone really well, she seemed really nice. He had been walking back out to his car when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning he only saw a dark figure before he was punched repeatedly in the head, knocking him out…

Dustin hears a low chuckle come from the darkness ahead of him in the room, his blood running cold. His eyes adjust, seeing a man sitting in a folding chair, playing with a knife in his hand.

“Oh good! You’re finally awake!” the man says, standing up from the chair.

Dustin watches as the man walks into the light. Dustin tries his best to remember this man’s facial features: Tall, short asymmetrically parted dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He is wearing a dark leather jacket that has white horizontal stripes on the sleeves, jeans, boots and a button down shirt beneath the jacket.

The man playfully tosses the knife, catching it in his hand over and over as he approaches Dustin.

“Do you know why I’ve brought you here?” the man asks, a smug smirk crossing his lips.

Dustin shakes his head, his body trembling in fear as the man stands before him, staring at him like a predator eyeing his prey.

“Because, asshole, you touched my property.”

Dustin raises an eyebrow at him, what the fuck is this guy talking about?

The man kneels slightly so he’s eye level with Dustin, “she’s pretty isn’t she? That girl you met at the bar?”

Is that what this is about? That girl I went on a date with?

“That’s my pretty little princess and she’s really special to me,” the man says, standing back up, glaring down at Dustin, “she’s also the mother of my baby.”

Baby? She never mentioned having a baby…

The man grips Dustin by the chin, forcing him to look up at the man. The man brings the knife up to the side of Dustin’s face, slipping the blade under the cloth gag and cutting it off. Dustin immediately spits in the man’s face when the gag falls out of his mouth. The man closes his eyes, takes a deep breath before wiping the spit off his face. He opens his eyes again; Dustin thinks he is staring at Death himself as the most sinister grin appears on the man’s face.

“Struggle all you want, trash, you’re not getting out of here alive anyway.”

Dustin’s eyes widen in fear, his breaths becoming heavy as his eyes dart around the room. In the dim light, he realizes that old blood coats the walls. Dustin panics, struggling against his restraints keeping him suspended from the ceiling as he starts screaming.

“That’s right, my stupid friend, you’re not the first,” the man says, placing a hand on Dustin’s shoulder, “and you won’t be the last.”

With one swift motion, the man plunges his knife into Dustin’s gut. He cries out, blood gushing from his mouth as the man proceeds to stab him over and over and over, a crazed look in his eyes as he does so. Finally, the man takes the blade, dragging it across Dustin's throat, blood spraying all over the man and his clothes as Dustin’s body goes limp.

The last thing Dustin hears is the man’s low chuckle.

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“Ghosted again…” 

You let out a sigh as you stare at your phone while you’re sitting in your car on your lunch break, several unanswered texts over the last few days staring back at you. Dustin seemed like such a nice guy, you never expected him to pull a stunt like this. You were starting to get discouraged, every guy you had gone on a date with in the last six months since you moved to Seattle, has ghosted you. Granted, it was only three guys, but still. You were finally in a place where you felt comfortable putting yourself out there to start dating again; you never imagined it’d be this hard. 

You scroll through your phone's contacts, finding the number for your friend, Jill Valentine and pressing the call button before placing the phone up to your ear. Jill answers promptly.

“Hey girl! What’s going on?”

“Hey Jill…” you start, your voice taking on a morose tone.

“What’s the matter?” Jill asks.

“Guess who got ghosted… again…”

You hear Jill sigh on the other end, “I am so sorry. What was his name? Dustin, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Jesus… you’ve just had terrible luck with men lately, haven’t you?”

“You’re telling me…”

You haven’t told Jill about what happened to you five years ago, and you weren’t planning on it. You did everything in your power to forget Leon Kennedy. You saw no benefit in telling her about him, especially considering that he’s dead. Despite this, Leon still haunts your dreams, nightly you have night terrors about him, something that no amount of therapy or meds is going to get rid of.

“Let’s do this, I have some things I need to finish up here, but let’s meet up at that cute burger place that just opened up after you get out of work, what do you think of that?” Jill asks.

“Yeah… I’d like that,” you say, smiling, “Thank you, Jill…”

“You’re welcome! I’ll see if Rebecca wants to come, too! Talk to you soon!”

“See ya later, Jill!” you say, hanging up your phone. 

You glance down at your watch, it’s just about time to go back inside and finish out the rest of your shift. You step out of your car, making sure you lock it before you go back inside. As you walk back in, a chill goes up your spine and you stop, turning around to gaze behind you. You can’t help but feel like you’re being watched. You shrug it off, turning back around and walking into the building.

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You walk into the restaurant that Jill told you about earlier that day, it was crowded, having just opened a few days ago. Your eyes scan the room until they settle on Jill and Rebecca seated in a booth over in the corner. You wave, quickly making your way over and sitting with them.

“Sorry I’m late! I’ve been working on this project at work and I had a line of code that was going to make me throw a computer into the sun,” you say as you sit down.

“Hey no worries! You’re here now, that’s what matters!” Jill says, patting you on the shoulder, “we went ahead and ordered you a burger, I hope that’s ok.”

“More than ok, I’m famished!” you reply before looking over at Rebecca, “how have you been, Professor, Chambers?”

Rebecca’s face turns beet red, she had just started teaching at a college in Chicago but was here visiting Jill, “I’ve been great actually. So… I hear you got ghosted again… I’m really sorry to hear that.”

“It’s ok, it seems to be my luck lately. I’ll give it a couple weeks before I try again. Give myself time to focus on myself.”

Both Jill and Rebecca nod at your statement as your food arrives. The waitress sets your plates down in front of each of you before you all start digging in. 

“So…” you begin, finishing chewing the bite of burger you took, “how are things with you and, what’s his name…? Chris!”

Jill lets out a laugh, “Complicated, as usual. Chris is very much focused on work and not much else. He’s always been like that, even when we were in the S.T.A.R.S. unit for Raccoon Police.”

You nearly choke on your burger, “wait… did you just say Raccoon Police?”

“Sure did, I was a cop there right up until the incident, same with Rebecca, she was on S.T.A.R.S. Bravo team,” Jill explains as she continues eating.

“Yup,” Rebecca chimes in, “I was a field medic. Jill here was our ‘lock expert.’”

What are the fucking odds that these two were on the Raccoon Police Department… you think to yourself.

“I… um… used to know someone who was a police officer in Raccoon City…” you say hesitantly.

“Really?! No fucking shit…” Jill says, leaning towards you with her elbows resting on the table as she eats her burger.

You nod before continuing, “he… unfortunately died five years ago in a hiking accident.”

Both Jill and Rebecca gasp before Jill replies, “Shit... what was his name? I probably knew him.”

You feel your stomach churn, thinking of Leon is unbearable, “I… don’t really want to talk about it…”

Jill holds her hands up, immediately dropping the subject, “hey, no problem. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No it’s fine,” you say, “what… exactly happened in Raccoon City, anyway? Everyone seems to be really hush, hush about it.”

Jill lets out a sigh, looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before she speaks, “It began with us investigating a series of attacks and murders in the Arklay Mountains, just Northwest of the city, when my unit encountered a mansion that was swarmed with… zombies…”

Your eyes widen as Jill speaks, recalling back to the report you had read while Leon held you captive.

Rebecca chimes in, “come to find out, that mansion was a testing facility for bioweapons owned by the Umbrella Corporation.”

Jill nods at Rebecca before continuing, “not only that, but they had a research facility deep underground below Raccoon City, one of their viruses had gotten out, infecting the city’s rat population, which, in turn, infected the entire city.”

You listen to Jill intently, leaning slightly forward in your seat.

“Umbrella, in an attempt to cover up the outbreak, sent in B.O.W.s called ‘Tyrants’ to kill any survivors they find. They had a special one, called Nemesis, sent to wipe out members of S.T.A.R.S. specifically. I almost didn’t make it out alive,” Jill continues.

“Wait, so were both you and Chris in Raccoon City during this outbreak?” you ask, taking a bite out of your burger.

Jill shakes her head, “Chris was in Europe tracking down a man named Albert Wesker. He was the former leader of S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team, my unit. What we didn’t know was that he was secretly a researcher for Umbrella and that he was using us to test out the T-Virus when we stumbled into that mansion.”

“Jesus…”

“Chris did manage to finally take him out in 2009, although I don’t really want to go into the details…” Jill's voice trails off, her face making a pained expression.

“That’s fine, you don’t need to if you don’t want to,” you say as you finish up your burger. 

Rebecca continues, “Only a small group of people were able to get out of Raccoon City before the government stepped in and decided to nuke the city in order to sweep the outbreak under the rug.”

You blink a few times at Rebecca’s words, So that’s what that report meant when it said ‘nuclear sterilization’...

“Now, Chris and I are part of the North American branch of the BSAA, the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance,” Jill says, “all that probably sounds insane…”

“Honestly,” you say, looking up at Jill, “it doesn’t.”

The rest of the evening is spent relaxing and catching up with each other; you don’t get to see Jill and Rebecca all too often given their work they do. Your thoughts can’t help but drift to Leon, as much as it pains you. You think back to that violent reaction he had to you playing that video game that had zombies in it, how the events of Raccoon City clearly traumatized him.

You mentally shake him off your thoughts; that was no excuse for the way he treated you. He’s dead now, and you hoped that he found peace in death that he never found in life. 

If only you knew how wrong you were.

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Several weeks later…

It’s late in the evening, you walk up to your apartment in downtown Seattle, unlocking the door and stepping inside, prompting locking the door afterwards. You set your keys down in a dish that sat on an entryway table before you discard your purse and sweater on a coat rack nearby. You have a smile on your face, you had just had a rather successful first day with a nice man named Brett. He was a software engineer; treated you to a nice meal at a high end Italian restaurant. The other three guys ghosting you had been worth it to meet this guy. 

But that got you thinking, it was awfully strange that all three of those guys ghosted you. Once is bad, twice is weird but not unheard of, but three times in a row? You can’t shake your uneasiness and you weren’t tired either, so you go into your office, sit at your desk and pull your phone out of your pocket, dialing Jill.

Jill’s answers, clearly in the middle of working, “Hey… what’s going on?”

“Jill, I’m so sorry for bothering you. I… I need you to look up some stuff for me. If I give you names, is there, like, a database you can put them into to see if you find anything?”

“Yeah, I can,” you hear Jill pull out a chair and start typing on a computer, “hit me.”

“Justin True.” 

You hear Jill typing for a moment before she speaks, “Let’s see here… interesting! Justin True; he was reported missing about six months ago.”

You feel your heart start to race, you clear your throat and give her the next name, “Jason Baxter?”

You hear more typing, “Odd… also reported missing, this time, three months ago.”

You close your eyes, trying hard to not lose your cool, “Dustin Abernathy?”

You hear Jill start typing once more until you hear her gasp, “His family just reported him missing three weeks ago. Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I need to call Brett… thank you Jill!” you say, hanging up on Jill and dialing Brett’s number.

At first it rings and goes to voicemail, making your blood run cold. You call him again, thankfully, this time he picks up.

“Hey! Didn’t expect to hear from you this soon! I’m glad I made a good first impression!”

“Hey Brett, sorry for bothering you, I… I just wanted to check on you, that’s all.” you say, the relief clear in your voice.

“Aw that’s sweet of you! Well, I’m happy to report that I’m alive and well, can’t wait to see you again, actually.”

You let out a nervous laugh, “yeah likewise. Listen… if… if you see anything strange or… anyone strange, please let me know, ok?”

“Yeah sure, of course! Is everything ok?”

You pace back and forth in your office, debating on whether or not you say anything to him. You decide not to worry him.

“Yeah… I… I was just reading about break ins in the newspaper and got worried, that’s all.”

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“Well, not to worry, everything’s fine over here,” Brett says, sitting on his couch in his apartment across town, watching TV, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll text you in the morning, how’s that sound? Yeah? Alright, have a good night, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

He hangs up, putting his phone in his pocket when there’s a sudden knock on his apartment door. 

“Who the fuck is that at this hour?” 

Brett waits for a moment, hoping that whoever was at the door would move on if he didn’t answer it. Unfortunately, the knocking continues and it is loud and very insistent.

“Ugh… fine… I’m coming!” Brett calls out as he gets up from the couch. 

He walks up to his apartment door, unlocking it and opening it, where he’s met with the barrel of a pistol pointing directly at his head.

[arachne4]

Yan Leon who's basically a puppy, who can't be without you or else he can't function. Who needs you to constantly praise him, to let him know how much you love him, who just likes to hold you, just likes to be in your presence.

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Monsters and His Love

Oneshot Story

Yan! Leon winston x reader

Warning : Mentions Of smoke, Force power, light mature scene, Torture scene, Bloods, Cropse body.

Be careful with what you read, minors are prohibited from reading this.

Manhwa : Try Begging

: Adult Manhwa (19+)

Author: Libenia | 리베냐

Artist: ABYSS

Word Count : 2,9K Word.

Hallo.. is neva agains, hope your days fine and good, so soon i will update some long story in Quotev, i will share the links if the story was half done made, so keep wait love🦋🦋.

might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my story, love.- Neva🦋🦋

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Captain Leon Winston, a vulgar monster clothed in the skin of a stoic and elegant noble. He was a pathetic bastard who only raged at the smell of blood from the torture chamber.

Leon, has been through many things in his life, starting from the death of his father, to a spy who doubles as his maid, Sally Bristol or her real name is Grace Riddle.

Everything that Leon goes through must always be with Grace. Leon will probably always talk about, Sally this and Sally that.

You, you are the daughter of Marquess Von Alderve from the Alvonseh family, the Alderve region.

The Marquis family and the Count family have had a relationship for a long time, Closeness like friends.

From the results of that relationship, it spread to the present, You and Leon.

You and Leon are childhood friends until now, You went through hard times together, But all that changed when you accidentally saw Leon kissing a little girl at a summer resort, having eyes between blue and green, so contrasting, Turquoise eyes, even Leon shared the ice cream he bought especially for the girl.

Since that little incident when you were little, you were not as close as before with Leon.

You could not possibly forget that girl, until you met her again, who doubled as Leon's maid.

Leon did many things, since he was a captain, and a noble, there were many things he could do, but all of that only ended with him covered in blood in the torture room from the victims or Leon called it a wild rat or something from the lower class.

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'Puk'

You put down the newspaper you were reading, again... the issue of the nobility and the revolutionary army faction.

Drinking tea disinterestedly, you looked out the window of your room, now you have entered the mature age of 21 years.

Even Leon was engaged to the grand duke's daughter, Rosalind, though you weren't sure if he even cared about the relationship, since he was so obsessed with Sally or... his enemy's spy.

'Tak'

'Tak'

'Tak'

Damn!, you knew right away whose shoes and footsteps were those!, Leon!.

The man you least wanted to meet!.

Your relationship wasn't as close as it used to be, yes when you were still children, you fell in love with him, with Leon, a normal, sweet boy, but that changed from the incident at the summer resort, to the same girl you saw at the resort doubled as Leon's maid.

You saw more and more that there was no chance there, even when you saw how unenthusiastic Leon was with his fiancée, Rosalind.

So since you were 11 years old, you had made the right decision not to get close and fall in love with Leon.

"What were you thinking that seriously?"

A deep baritone voice right beside you, you could even feel his warm breath on your ear and neck.

It must have always been like that, Leon since he was little, always like that, talking in your ear or just an inch of your face.

"No, just thinking about hospital matters nothing more"

Leon looked at you from the side, you were beautiful, very beautiful in Leon's eyes, your bright purple eyes, hair as dark as night, really made him want to do bad things to you.

No, not now, not yet.

Sitting right in front of you, taking the glass of tea you were drinking, he drank it as if it was no big deal.

You just stared at him uncertainly, but you let him.

Only Leon was a stranger who could easily enter and exit your room, well it's always been like that since long ago.

"Why don't you want to join me? It'll be safer if you're beside me, you know that right?"

His arms were crossed, looking at you, with his usual look, his hair that was always neatly arranged really showed a captain and a noble.

"I'm not interested in joining the noble faction or even the revolutionary faction, both have a greater impact than profit"

Looking towards the window, not wanting to look at the person in front of you.

"You know that-"

You cut off Leon who hadn't finished speaking.

"I might as well get married soon, since father died, mother insisted on marrying me to one of the nobles"

You didn't see Leon's expression, thinking he was just giving a disinterested reaction, too bad, Leon's expression was the expression when he found out that his maid Sally Bristol was a spy, Grace Riddle or the expression when he was betrayed.

Betrayed and in pain!.

"Do you accept it?"

His tone wasn't as friendly as before.

"I'm still thinking about it, I don't think it's a bad idea"

Leon looked at you who seemed, or very uninterested in interacting with him, since when were you like this?

Asking once again, Leon looked straight at your face.

"From which family?"

"Not really sure, but I think from the Earl noble family"

Earl nobles, Nobles with hereditary titles who still have the same blood as the royal family.

"Is that so..."

That was the last sentence before Leon go  from your marquess residence.

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"ARGGH!"

"Aakhh!!"

"Mercy! Help!!! Sorry! Capt-"

Blood splatters, and human bodies in the torture chamber.

Leon, covered in blood up and down his body.

Losing Sally Bristol or Grace Riddle might have had its own impact on him, but hearing you who was going to marry someone he didn't even know who it was... that was a different case.

His heart... hurt, it hurt so much when you said it without the slightest restraint!.

Walking up the stairs, Leon entered his study, sat down near his desk, slowly untied his tie, leaned his head on the chair.

Eyes gazing far away, Leon still remembered when you first met him, when you were both 8 years old.

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Count Winston residence.

Leon, 8 years old.

His father was always excited when he talked about the marquess noble family.

There in front of the entrance, Leon saw, a man who was the same age as his father was chatting enthusiastically with his father, who Leon knew his father and the man or marquess had the same vision and mission about the order of this world.

That's where Leon saw, a little girl, beside the marquess man, had hair as dark as night, but her eyes were... amethyst eyes, unusual eyes.

"Leon come here"

His father bowed and introduced him to the girl in front of him.

Smiling very sweetly at him, Leon's heart beat fast.

From there, the two of you became close.

2 months, was the time when the marquess and count families met at the Summer resort, Leon talked a lot with you, full of enthusiasm, until when you asked permission to go to the bathroom, that's where Leon saw a girl, brown hair, and turquoise eyes, Leon was interested, he even shared his first kiss with the girl.

Strange, he felt he had lost something, but Leon didn't know what.

Since the resort, Leon felt you distanced yourself from him, distancing yourself and almost as if you didn't want to interact with him.

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Exhaling, releasing smoke from his cigar.

Looking at the table, a framed photo of you and Leon, at the Belvelhera restaurant, 19 years old, you smiled so beautifully there, just passed the practical exam to enter internal medicine, unfortunately, the glass frame was stained with Leon's love fluid.

Emotions, passion, and possession, Leon reaped with many beats of his frustration.

You've driven him crazy! Even Grace lost to you!.

Leon thought Sally or Grace was so attractive because of her beautiful face and unique eyes, like you who are beautiful and unique.

Leon did many things to the woman, torturing her, forcing her and so on, but Leon did not cross the line to sleep with her, only biting her neck or kissing her lips, even though every time Leon did that, his heart ached.

Why did he just realize this? His junior always tenses when you look at him or just call his name, he thinks it's a normal reaction when the weather is hot.

Chuckling softly, Leon covers the glass photo frame with his black handkerchief grinning.

"Damn... what have you done to me... my lady"

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2 weeks, is the time Leon didn't meet you, the reason is simple, Leon is afraid of losing control of himself, from before until now, when he sees Sally Bristol or Grace Riddle sweeping, cleaning the floor or doing maid work.

Why does he always think dirty things about you? Even though you're not by his side, seeing Sally as you.

Doing many dirty things, wanting to push you to your limits, begging or rebelling, which one will you choose... Leon really wants to know that.

Crazy huh, he's crazy, crazy about you, why can't he even realize quickly, from being tense, always thinking dirty things about you when someone like Sally/Grace or a woman who has unique eyes passes by him.

Leon stared at the pile of prisoners of revolution, bleeding, tortured.

And he even met Grace Riddle again, the woman tried to double as his maid again, well of course it was impossible

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You are currently walking with the son of the Earl, this man is handsome, but unfortunately he honestly said that he has fallen in love with someone else.

Well you think his courage and honesty are commendable.

"do you like it?"

Vincent is the name of this man, holding a bouquet of roses, you just smile formally and nod at him.

"This is beautiful"

Too bad, you didn't see from across the street, in a 5-star elite restaurant, Leon was staring at you smiling beautifully by another man!.

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Leon for 2 weeks spied on you with that country man, laughing smiling beautifully, holding the man's hand, Leon almost wanted to kill and torture the man!.

Too bad his frustration was vented when When he saw Grace Riddle, pulled her, and kissed her roughly on the lips, his brain mistook Grace for you.

Unfortunately, you accidentally passed them and found them kissing! Awkward! Of course, you and Vincent quickly left the restaurant room.

Damn! Damnit!! You saw him! You saw him kissing another woman!.

You must have considered him impure and dirty!!.

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Leon spent his day and night in frustration.

Instead of getting closer when he tried to interact with you a lot, you actually moved further away from him!.

You even let that country bumpkin from the earl family kiss your cheeks!.

Enough! The problem with Grace Riddle is no longer there, so why should Leon hold back from seeing you with another man?

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Leon Winston's residence.

Master bedroom.

In bed, fast asleep, a woman, both hands cuffed to each bedpost, naked, many kiss marks, and love fluids, puffy eyes, because of crying.

Leon, sitting on the sofa facing the bed, smoking his cigars, wearing only a shirt and long black pants.

His captain's jacket uniform has been forgotten on the floor.

He took your virginity, damn... you even took his virginity too.

See right? As Leon expected, you are perfect for each other, inseparable.

How evil you are to want to be separated from your true love.

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Putting out his cigars, Leon, took a small black whip.

Walking slowly to the bed, his leather shoes made a very loud sound! You even woke up.

Staring at Leon in fear! You don't want to be slept with anymore! Your body hurts and you want to rest!.

Why is it like this? Leon kidnapped you, took you to a foreign country and married you by force!

Staring at Leon who was holding a long black object that looked like a whip, you shook your head.

"Leon!! Please... no more.. I don't want to"

Leon just grinned and wiped your tears slowly.

"Why cry my love? You will be safe because I am with you"

Kissing your forehead softly.

"You are for me, and I am for you, you are crazy for me, and I am crazy for you, my love"

Kissing your lips, devouring them with passion, and ownership.

"I want to keep making love to you my love, until you don't think about the world, but me"

On top of you, opening his shirt, his chest, arms and neck are full of scratches from your previous actions.

"Because my love, you are for me, and I am for you, we mean to be together"

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[spooklies]

# Settle (18+) - Yan!Leon x F!Reader

♡ ... › Tonight was different from the other restless nights he’s had so far.

— Words - 800+

♡ ... › Warning(s) - Somnophilia. Reader doesn't know Leon is doing this. Leon a freak in this one ngl.

Leon had woken up that night with sweat covering his body and his chest rising in an up and down pattern. He fisted the front of his shirt into a ball and turned his head on the pillow so he was facing you and upon seeing that you were still there and that you hadn’t gone anywhere his muscles relaxed and he was able to take in bigger swallows of air. 

This routine of waking up at night and then being unable to go back to sleep had started about a week ago and as the days progressed it was gradually getting worse with tonight reaching new feats. He’d never woken up as sweaty or restless as he is now but now that he had he knew it wouldn’t be possible to just shut his eyes and fall back into a dreamless slumber. The soft hum of the fan mixed with the soft breaths of air you took and he noted that it made you appear smaller than you were – peacefully and blissfully unaware of your boyfriend’s disheveled state. He knows that if he stared for too long you’d grow shy and get embarrassed. But when you were like this, unconscious and at your most relaxed state, he was free to stare as long as he pleased – eagerly taking in every detail of your face like he’s done every night his sleep went interrupted.

But he knows he should at least attempt to go back to sleep. Waking up later in the day never made him feel good, especially after getting used to waking up at the crack of dawn when he was training under the government. Leon exhaled out his nose and wrapped an arm around your waist and then pulled you closer. You made a quiet noise at his embrace and turned the other way so your back was facing him instead. Leon was worried momentarily that he had possibly disturbed your slumber until you pressed your ass against his crotch and shifted in a way to indicate you were getting comfortable. It was like you were drilling yourself onto him. The muscles in Leon’s arms strained as he withheld himself from moving, the sweat that dripped down the sides of his face growing colder with each passing minute. He knows you weren’t trying to purposely turn him on but now that you had Leon was now rapidly growing restless in an entirely different kind of way. 

His arm which was still around your waist as gently as it could pulled you further toward his chest so you were also pressed more firmly against his crotch. Leon’s breath hitched when his lower half was fully encompassed by the heat of your body and without initially meaning to his hips moved against his will and rutted against your ass shamelessly a few times before finding that momentum he eased into. At this point he was moving on instinct, every fiber of his being flaring up with lust and urging his body to keep at that same pace that made his cock ache for more. The further this went on the more desperate Leon grew, a whimper slipped past his lips that had his heart beating even faster.

He didn’t want to wake you up, he doesn’t know how you would react to seeing him this way. Would you shove him away? Yell at him? Call him names? Or maybe, just maybe, you’d help him with this situation you caused. Just imagining it forced Leon to take the collar of his shirt and tuck it between his teeth so the noises he could no longer contain weren’t so loud. God, he loved you. You wouldn’t be mad, no, you were never mad at him for long because he was your good boy. He loved it when you called him that, it made his stomach coil with heat and his fingers twitch with the urge to grab you and never let go. You were perfect. You were amazing–

Leon’s hand drifted down to your plush hips and eagerly grabbed onto them so his thrusts weren’t as sloppy and instead more controlled. It didn’t take too long after that, his balls hot and heavy and straining the moment he imagined you waking up and seeing what you did to him – what you made him do. He wanted you to wake up at this point, to see him pathetically humping your clothed ass and reaching his climax from that alone and how much of a mess he made inside his boxer briefs. 

He bit down harder into his shirt, saliva darkening the front half as he drooled all over himself and his clothes. His cock twitched a few more times as he finished emptying his balls, his shirt falling from his mouth with a soft gasp and leaving a trail of saliva as it dropped back onto his chest. You didn’t wake up despite everything he’d just done and at that, he felt relieved. But perhaps another night he won’t be as lucky.

[elfven-blog]

Pls ween i love it so much, im so feral, it so so good. I’m gonna be thinking about this all weekend, i can tell

Bee's fic inspired me to finally get this one out of the drafts😵‍💫

On a day of freedom, Leon takes you to a donut shop, one that has your missing posters.

CW Yan!Leon, Smut, PinV, kidnapping, non/dub-con, Leon being a dick.

Two months of monotonous hell and not a chance of escape.

Waking up, the sun began filtering through the blinds, painting the room a soft, orange hue.

Carefully steadying your breath, you lift your head off Leon's chest to glance at the clock.

Too early, don't wake him up.

You slowly lay back down, gazing at him. His features were so peaceful in the golden morning light, highlighted by sunbeams that danced through the window and made him look almost angelic. A small smile touched your lips as you let yourself imagine a different possibility that was much sweeter than this one.

If only you had met him normally. If only he had just asked you out on a small coffee date, you would have said yes in a heartbeat; he was everything you were looking for.

Your body tenses as his hand rubs your back, pulling you out of your musings.

So close

"Good morning" his sleepy voice croaked.

"Good morning; how'd you sleep?" 

"The best in a while, thanks to you."

His hand continues to leave feather-light touches; as much as you want to hate him for what he's done to you, a part of you is drawn to him. Maybe it's his charm because he made sure he's the only person you have left, and you craved interaction.

He pulls you in for a kiss; His lips are soft and warm.

You know that you have to play along in order to survive. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he deepens the kiss you can taste last night's alcohol on his breath but ignore it. It's better to pretend that you're enjoying this, better to keep up the façade that you're falling for him. 

Gently rolling into the soft mattress, you pull him over you; he stares into your eyes, laced with slight confusion, waiting for the resistance he was sure to come like it always did; when it didn't, a small smile creeps across his face.

Cupping his face, you pull him in for another kiss, heart pounding in your chest as his hands move to your hips; he deepens the embrace, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine as your fingers entwined in his hair.

You lean into his touch as his fingers glide to your thighs with an electrifying tenderness, teasing you with the barest graze.

He runs a finger along your slit, drinking in the quiet moan that leaves you as he dips into your already soaked slit, your hips rolling into his hand.

"Please..."

"Shh...Be a good girl and take this for me."

He pumps another finger inside you, curling it rhythmically. His thumb rubs circles against your clit.

You throw your head back, pushing over the edge, bucking against his hand. He works you through your orgasm, slowing the pace of his fingers, bringing you down gently.

Groaning at the divine sight of your head pushed into the pillows, mouth opening in a silent cry, he pulls his fingers free before shoving them into your mouth.

"Suck."

You hazily comply, closing your lips around his digits and swirling your tongue over them sloppily. His breath shudders, cock twitching against you as his fingers thrust between your lips, fucking them into your mouth.

He pulls them free, pulling your lip down as he grins. "Good girl."

You whimper as his fingers knead your thighs again, parting them wide before settling himself in between them.

His cock slips up against your dripping cunt, slicking along your folds. His hand settles on your hip, pressing down firmly as he guides himself inside you.

You whine, toes curling as he pushes in

His eyes focused on his cock disappearing into you again and again.

"Fuck- you feel so good"

His words are mumbled, his head coming down to rest on your shoulder as his hips thrust into you, moving your fingertips to slide over his shoulder and down his back, feeling his muscles tense as he moves.

His hips snap forward, your lips parting in a breathy moan as his cock drags over your walls, and you clench around him.

"I'm not gonna last if you keep that up"

You feel his hand on your cheek, tilting your head to look up, sweat dripping from his temple. You kiss him softly and he groans, his thrusting picking up again.

"Gonna make me cum acting all sweet like that" nipping at your skin as he drives into you.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper as you grip the bedsheets beneath you. You can feel the tightening in your abdomen, your core clenching around him.

His cock twitches, dragging over you in thick, pulsing thrusts as his moans grow louder and louder in your ear.

His voice cracks as you feel his cock throb, a groan muffled into your skin as he pumps you full.

You tremble, arching your back as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, his mouth on your neck as his thrusts slow. His soft moans in your ear are muffled by his teeth scraping your skin.

"Fuck" his hips stop as he falls against you; you can feel the thud of his steady heartbeat against your chest.

You let out a shaky breath, letting yourself sink further into the pillows as your eyes close.

The room falls quiet, you both taking the time to catch your breaths. His head shifts, nuzzling to your shoulder before he lifts himself up onto his hands, kissing you softly as he pulls himself free from you. You shudder at the feeling.

"Come on, let's go shower," he murmurs, his voice low.

Letting him help you out of bed before he leads you into the bathroom, running the hot water before stepping in with you.

Pulling you close as the hot water pours down over both of you. You sink against him, leaning into his chest as his hands slide down your back to your hips.

"Isn't it much more enjoyable when you behave?" he teases, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Finishing the shower, you turn off the water and step out, handing him a towel as you do. He dries himself, then helps dry you, letting his hands wander over your body again.

"I have to go to work now, but I'll let you stay up here, alright?."

you nod

He waits a second, expecting you to continue talking. He's slightly annoyedby your lack of response

"I have a special plan for tonight as a reward." He pulls you in for a final hug; then he lets go.

You watch him get dressed, admiring how the suit hugs his form. You've seen him wear it a few times now, and it looks good on him. When he's finished, he looks over at you.

"Don't disappoint me."

You wave him goodbye as he leaves. 

The thought of escaping crossed your mind, but you hardly think you could make it very far considering you had no idea where you were. so you tuck the idea away for now, not wanting to dwell on hopelessness of your situation on your free day.

You get dressed in one of the outfits he laid on the dresser for you.

The day was long, so you do the next best thing and explore.

You sit on the couch, flipping through channel after channel, not finding anything you really want to watch, you make your way to the bedroom and start looking through everything, theres bound to be something for you to do

you find books and magazines, but nothing worth wile.

You opt to just lay in bed, maybe he'll bring you something to do next time if you'd ask him nicely.

You wake up to light pushing on your shoulder, in your groggy state you slap it away alot harder than you intended to

"That wasn't very nice of you."

his dark voice ripped you from your sleep, shooting up, you apologize profusely not wanting to end up on his bad side when you did so well all day.

"Fix yourself up and meet me at the door."

His was being short, which meant he wasn't happy. the nasty feeling of dread sinks in the pit of your stomach and stays there like a stone.

The car ride was awkward, the silence hung heavy and it wasn't going to be you that brakes it, the running air conditioning being the only grace.

He takes you to a small donut shop you've never heard of; he ushers you to a small booth in the corner. 

Shuffling into the seat facing the wall, you glance around; it is cozy.

Without giving you much time to adjust, he pushes the newspaper towards you, his expression unchanging.

"Look under there."

Furrowing your brows, you pull the newspaper to the side

It takes you a second to process what you're looking at.

You stand transfixed on the poster, eyes widening as you absorb its vivid red and black colour

you know the face is supposed to be you, but the person that stares back looks nothing like what stands in front of the mirror anymore; it's a haunting reminder of the life taken from you, a life he took in a matter of seconds.

The rage boiling within your veins sears your skin from the inside out.

No wonder he let you come with him today; he wanted you to realize just how unrecognizable you had become. The fight was over.

Your eyes sting with tears; you don't even care enough to try and wipe them away, the tear splashing onto the paper, seeping into it so the ink bleeds slightly when you run your thumb over your printed-out face.

"Be good" his voice heavy with expectation

It wasn't a choice; it was a demand.

He expected obedience: not an answer or a sound out of you.

Sliding out of the booth, he makes his way to the counter.

Clutching the poster to your chest, you slump into yourself; the once spacious room feels like it's suffocating you. You take a deep breath, just wishing there was some way you could wake up from this nightmare.

Pushing the poster back under the paper and shoving it as far away from you as possible, you can't stand to look at it anymore. 

"That bad, huh?"

his voice breaks through your misery, along with the clanging of the tray on the table and clinking of the glass as he sets yours in front of you

Looking at the tray, a donut. You haven't had sweets in a while, so you should be excited, especially since he kept you on the bare minimum to keep you complacent.

Grabbing one of the donuts, he takes a bite before speaking, pulling the poster back into your view and taunting you.

"It's so sad, isn't it? A poor helpless girl, just up and gone with no one to find her" his faux 'concern' dripped with sarcasm

"I wonder what happened to her. Cut up on the side of the road, perhaps? Or maybe floating down some river with weights attached to her ankles."

He took a sip of his drink with an overtly faked smile

He kept going

"Or maybe, she just ran away to live a happy life with her loving husband, so he can protect her from all the dangers in the world; I like that option much more. Now eat your donut."

Staring at him unblinking as he shoved the donut closer to you,

you felt a deep sense of disgust for the man sitting across from you.

"Eat, or we're cutting our little date short."

You know that disobedience never ends well. So you reluctantly take a bite of the donut; normally, it would be a welcome taste, but this time it makes your stomach churn, the sweetness of the pastry contrasts heavily with the bitterness of your thoughts

can you live a life where you are constantly under the control of a monster?

You take a deep breath, trying to push away these negative thoughts.

Finishing the donut, you put the plate back on the tray; he finishes the last of his coffee and places the cup down.

"It's time to go now."

You trailed behind him like the loyal pet he had trained to listen and respond. You wished you could defy him, but you knew that any resistance would only lead to more hurt and after today, there's no fight left in you, nothing but a gnawing emptiness of a life you can never live.

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

-MASTERLIST-

Color Key

Red: NSFW

Blue: angst/ hurt no comfort

Pink: fluff/comfort

Green: horror/goth/unsettling

Orange: headcanon/analysis

Professor!Leon x Reader (NFSW)

- Professor, I didn’t cheat.

- Professor, I didn’t cheat pt.2

Older!Leon x Reader (NSFW)

- My baby, my baby… (angst)

- My baby, my baby… pt. 2

Yan!Leon X Reader (NSFW)

- American Psycho Killer

- American Psycho Killer: The Sequel

Prince!Leon X Reader Trilogy (NSFW)

- You've bewitched me

- You've bewitched me, body and soul

- You’ve bewitched me, I never wish to be parted from you

Mafia!Boss!Leon X Reader Trilogy (NSFW)

- Cupid doesn’t gamble

- Cupid doesn’t gamble II

- Cupid doesn’t gamble III

NSFW Leon x Reader

SFW Leon x Reader

OG series

- Insurgency index

Leon Headcanons

RE: Incorrect Quotes

- RE Meme Quotes

- RE as Bojack Quotes

My short analytical essays on RE

- Leon Psychoanalysis

- Color Theory vs. RE

- Villain Analysis

- Did Leon change or did he stay the same?

- Leon’s intelligence

- My interpretation on Aeon

[jinuaei]

Rest

Yan! Leon Kennedy x Merchant! Reader

The soft crackling noise of the fire burns through Leon's thoughts, melting the stress lines of his forehead as he registers the purple hue behind his eyelids. In front of him is the merchant, though face is covered, the eyes peeking through the hood shows what can only be described as concern, but soon leveled to indifference once the man covered in gunk and goo shows signs of life.

"You okay there stranger?", they start rummaging through their jacket to find something to wipe Leon's face with, "You've been standing there for a while now!"

The merchant's thick accent permeates through the air and passes through Leon's body, involuntarily relaxing him.

"Uh...yeah, just spacing out for a bit."

"...You know if you need to take a rest you can lay down by the shooting range for a bit."

Leon was surprised by the offer, him not expecting any concern coming from them. But it would be a lie to say that it didn't make his body flush with delight with the attention they gave him. Do they also pay close attention to him as he does? Do they think of him every time they part ways? Does the merchant also obsessively seek out his presence every chance they get?

Before Leon can spiral deeper into his thoughts, the almost forgotten girl lightly pushes him to the side, waltzing up in front of the table where his merchant set up shop. The two of them seemed to be in a friendly conversation, Ashley's enthusiasm peeking behind her nervous deposition, the hooded figure nonchalantly answering her questions. One thing that Leon noticed that boils his blood is how soft his merchant is speaking to her. His fingers clench down on his palms, glaring at the blonde in front of him, if he weren't wearing his gloves his nails would have punctured his palms, leaving streaks of blood.

"Leon! You didn't tell me your friend over here would be this funny!" Ashley giggles and faced Leon, immediately catching his terrifying stare. "Leon...?"

"You good there stranger?"

His attention immediately snaps to the merchant, his face going slack and with almost a doe eyed look as he makes eye contact with them.

"Yeah! Yeah... Why don't you go rest Ashley? I'm sure you're tired from running around too much."

"O-oh, okay...!" She hesitatingly jogs towards the elevator, glancing back towards the two before pressing the button.

"You know, I was giving you the offer to take a rest. I wouldn't mind keeping the little lady company."

Leon quickly responds, "You don't need to babysit her." He pulls up a chair close to the merchant, "Instead why don't you keep me company?"

[hana-no-seiiki]

how they act around reader! you know the usual, how horny they get and how the reader is potentially uncomfortable because not even they can handle the harems hormones.

MIDNIGHT DARLING HEAD-CANNONS (Unang Yugto / First Part)

YANDERE COLLEGE BASED OCS x READER

Hoo boy we have a lot of characters to go through and I haven’t even named all of them so *cracks knuckles* Let’s go with my favorite children for now.

warnings: dead dove do not eat territory here. yandere themes (lotsa violence). please don’t read this if you have a wild imagination like me oh god im aboutta faint at darling’s section. cannibalism. knife play. necrophillia. a transphobic society.

[previous ask for more context]

[next part] - yandere! faculty

Let’s start with our boy Justin Del Rosario [Yan Jock]

He’s incredibly sweet and caring. At least when you two were dating. The type to always check in on you. Always makes sure you’re hydrated and keeping up with your self-care routines.

As if popular! reader isn’t completely meticulous when it comes to their image.

Looks like a bad boy but is an actual sweetheart. Your relationship started off as a transaction of sorts. Being the softie he is though he developed feelings. Quick. The masochist.

Is a whole ass push-over when it comes to you.

Now post break-up Justin is a bit of a freak.

Like I said in my previous post of his experience as your boyfriend, he has gone through shit.

Suddenly his grades are perfect. People are actually tolerating if not appreciating his presence.

He’s becoming a threat to your place as the ruler of the campus.

But unlike you his fans aren’t declined atrocious yet.

How does Popular! Reader feel about him? Not much really. Their whole relationship was a transaction to them. I can’t emphasize how much of an apathetic bitch I wrote reader to be ya’ll I’m sorry. But in order for their harem to thrive they gotta turn a blind eye.

In terms of Horni Levels it’s uh - not so bad. Once he lost his virginity to you (yes you took his virginity) he found it to be the best stress relief and got addicted. But he’s also super respectful of your boundaries.

That was when you were originally dating though. He’d probably pound you to oblivion if you ever got back together. Pent up horni does that.

Actually, that event might not even need them getting back together. I won’t be surprised if current Justin just takes you even with his relationship with Darling.

For your favorite, Darling De Leon [yan good girl] . . .

⚠️THIS IS THE PART WHERE IT’S DEFINITELY DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Hella shy around you. You almost didn’t know she existed if it weren’t for her consistent placement as second. At least before Isabel came and Justin’s grades shot up.

She has a pretty shit past.

Has always been a little scared of you.

Extremely possessive. She had always been overshadowed by her siblings, and her time abroad without you had really shattered her self confidence. Although she’s deathly afraid her past actions would be revealed, she’s more scared of losing you to someone else.

She thought that by agreeing to date Justin, you’d think of him as disgusting for moving on so fast.

Definitely enjoyed her time on your lap a little too much.

Which brings me to Horni Levels.

If you think Justin is bad. Darling is just the worst out of all the yanderes. She’s the kinkiest one too. She has been saving herself for you, waiting for the time you corrupt her. Hoping that by that time, every obstacle has been removed.

The type to have you fuck her atop the corpses of her rivals kind of kinky. The type to fantasize about you using a knife and inserting in every way possible inside her type of kinky. The type of kinky to fuck your dead body or eat any and every part of you to fully make you two as one.

She’ll own you, dead or alive, one way or another.

How popular! reader feels about her is again, indifference. Maybe a little horni for her soft aesthetic and cute demeanor. Definitely plans to gobble her up once Justin is done playing pretend.

A character that hasn’t been mentioned yet is Isabel Labrador [yan! nerd]

Isabel used to go by the name Isaiah. She used to be pretty alright with being assigned male at birth until popular! reader suddenly announced one day that she’s more horni towards women.

She got disowned for transitioning, and like Darling, disappeared from your life for quite a bit that you forgot about her.

Similar to many of the harem members, she’s very pliant to your whims. She does many of the assignments and projects that aren’t worth your time or would lead to you lacking sleep.

Not like the professors assign you much.

A bit of a whiny brat. Used to be hella spoiled when she was younger so she’s a lot more outspoken when it comes to your sexual escapades. This leads to you beating her up the most out of everyone in the harem.

Popular! Reader is the only one who knows she’s a trans and is surprisingly very respectful about that part about her.

The two of you are mostly amicable.

Horni Levels: Pretty normal for a young adult. Loves to tease you by showing more skin sometimes. Though she always covers up when anyone else is in the picture.

Her hella religious upbringing made her pretty conservative about sex and all that but it’s often balls to the wall when they see you. Literally. Never knew she was into pegging til you took her one day.

How popular! reader feels about her? Mostly a means to an end. She’s the least careful when it comes to her simpery. It gets tiring having to discipline her every time but the angry sex makes up for it.

This one will be short since I plan on him and the rest to be minor characters. Nobody knows how Ricardo Peralta [yan! president] became the President with how much he hates your ass.

People who voted for him were probably like. ‘If a person who doesn’t even want [Y/N] became president. We won’t have a threat.’

Jokes on them he has more notes on you than the entire student body combined.

Boy is the Candace to your Phineas/Ferb. His entire mission is to bust your ass. (and for you to bust a nut in his-)

…

You don’t even know he exists.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST LET’S TALK ABOUT YOU.

It was almost as if you were made to be the apple of everyone’s eye. Not one person in campus could remember a time where they didn’t know you.

No, it was more like they didn’t want to. Why imagine a terrible era such as that?

A lot of the students from the college are spoiled brats that absolutely adored how cut throat you were. How you weren’t afraid to put them in their place unlike those push-overs they usually meet. Some were just drawn to your charisma and confidence.

Or well, just general fuckability.

People think you’re also rich but you just get a lot of stuff from the students with money.

Your birthday is a bloodbath and a half. You started celebrating it alone so that people wouldn’t see your reactions to the gifts. Both because you wanted to keep them guessing and ‘cause the person whose gift is liked will probably get murdered.

You have to routinely check for cameras or tracking devices.

It takes you every bit of your self control not to just twerk in front of the camera if not give it the finger by fucking someone who you know is innocent right in front of it. They don’t even get to see you properly in the angle.

You strategically use pussy as both a punishment and incentive.

It’s super effective!

It’s super effective.

You often use pussy to discipline or incentivize your harem. It’s super effective. At least, considering you haven’t been kidnapped and/or killed yet.

You’re a bit of a sadist.

Yeah you’re a bit of a sadist.

Popular! Reader uses pussy a lot to keep everyone in check. You’re used to giving your body away to get what you want that you’ve become numb to it.

No one is normal in this College. Not even you.

You don’t even know he exists.

[elfven-blog]

God i love him, such a sweetie

Would do anything for him

(ignore his yan tendencies shhh)

I’ve never made an ask before: I just thought I would share:

Yandere!Leon wake up to his darling missing, thinking she’s maybe run off, only to find her vomiting in the bathroom cause she sicky. Poor baby is just…a mess, has the sink on and leaning over it and clutching the counter like it’s a life force.

Like fluff of Leon taking care of her. This is less of an ask more of a- I don’t even know I just wanted to say it and didn’t know who to say it to so here you go.

Hi Anon! I love this idea so much, thanks for submitting! Gonna do this headcanon style below the cut. This is based off of my Yandere!Leon Fic Guardian Angel.

🖤 It wasn't like you to get up in the middle of the night. Leon's first reaction would be panic once he realized you weren't in the bed. It's not that you could go far without him finding you, but the thought of you possibly getting hurt definitely jolted his nerves. 🖤Once he practically bolts out of the room and sees the light spilling out from the cracked bathroom door, he's relieved for a moment.....until he hears the sound of retching and peeks through the crack. His poor little Bunny, sick as a dog. 🖤 Immediately he'd kneel next to you, rubbing a soothing hand on your back, using the other to gather your hair and hold it for you. "My poor thing." He'd coo until there was no more that could come out, helping you back to your feet over the sink, gripping the porcelain counter with clammy hands. 🖤Swooping into action, his hand would find your forehead. "Oh Princess you're burning up." Immediately you're being swept downstairs onto the couch, curled up with Leon while he dabs a went washrag to your forehead to help with the fever.

🖤 He puts on a stream of your favorite movies to distract you from how ill your feeling, playing with your hair while you rest on his lap. Medicine incoming like clockwork. 🖤He would sigh in frustration when you refused to eat. "Come on Sweetheart, you need to get something in your system. I know you don't feel good." And that's when you'd discover Leon was at your beck and call. Homemade soups, tea, ginger ale, anything your heart desired if it meant you'd consume it -- not that he'd be against using more forceful methods if needed, but glad it didn't come to that. 🖤His heart would melt when every now and then you'd make a soft chuckle at the TV, hair still sweat-stuck to your forehead. He hated seeing you feeling so ill, but could tell based on the subtle mood changes things were getting better. 🖤 "He reminds me of you." You would say, pointing to Westley as the Princess Bride made its way onto the TV again. "Hmm, I can see it." He replied affectionately. "Could I have some more soup, please?" You'd ask weakly handing the bowl to him. "As you wish." He'd reply, not missing the sheepish giggle that escaped.

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》 [ yandere!Heir. ] 《

yan!heir x gn!reader: introduction. 517 words. reader referred to as 'you'. cw for general yandere behavior — manipulation etc. DO NOT USE OR REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE.

leon vidal was the sole heir of vidal inc., a bioengineering company started by his father in the late 80s.

since then, the company has only grown, now having divisions in just about any industry possible. that's how you met leon — your father was a trusted work associate of his father's being sat together at a business dinner at the age of four so you wouldn't disturb the adults, you two were expected to get along — and get along you did.

you two quickly became friends. your parents were glad you got along with the young heir and were even happier to drive you over for playdates while they talked shop.

little leon was even happier to dazzle you with his impressive collection of toys. later, that grew into the new mountain bike he got, or the latest game system, or wait- what do you mean your family doesn't have an indoor pool? come on then, what's his is yours.

and in a way, he was right. you two were inseparable since the age of six. coming over was a weekly occurrence, which then turned to daily once you didn't need your parents to drive you everywhere.

the same went for every social circle.

he was popular, obviously — and since you were his best friend, you were popular by proxy, no matter whether you were actually a social person or not. in school, you gathered a large friend group, but leon didn't hesitate to favor you.

like, blatantly favor you out of all his friends. sure, they all got nice gifts, and invites to parties, but you were the one he was willing to spend thousands on 'just because'. you were the guest of honour at every single party. you were the one that got invited on trips with him to his family's summer home... or winter home... or really, wherever you want.

he doesn't care. as long as you're there, he's happy.

if you asked, or if anyone asked, for that matter, he didn't even like you like that. he definitely didn't think he was obsessed. it's only natural for him to want to see his best friend happy, right?

because that's what you are. his best friend.

and he would do anything for you. anything, ranging from spoiling you to the ends of the earth to taking apart your social circle by methodically driving away anyone he sees as a threat.

what? you're just so... perfect in his eyes. you deserve the best. it just so happens you don't seem to realize that the best is right there in front of you. it's not his fault you keep making these dumb decisions by choosing others over him. hell, he doesn't even mind.

he'll happily help set you straight. leon isn't above anything — bribery, gossip, blackmail. if that doesn't work, he'll take it a bit further — of course, he doesn't want to gaslight or manipulate you, but it's for your own good. promise. he knows you so well, after all; he knows what's best for you. he'll help you out.

you don't even have to ask.

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Hello. Can I request scenario of yan Leon getting arrested for kidnapped his "love" for at least a year and Reader visiting him in jail for the first time in months? Be it headcanons or fic is your choice.

Also please don't use daddy kink. I'm sorry but I'm just... not into it.

I hope you had a nice day 💚

I hope you have an awesome day as well, thank you! Also, I hope this will be to your liking, thank you for the request!

Notes: I may have written too much more than requested, sorry I really don't know what came over me (I wish I knew because dang)

This is most likely an older Leon, since cellphones and all, but you can imagine him up to Leon from RE4!

You didn't specify if you wanted NSFW or not, so I didn't put it, just to be sure, however if you did want it, do request! Be as specific as you want, I'll try to meet your expectations.

Realistically, Leon could have stuff like PTSD and/or panic attacks, but a yandere version of him would totally use it to guilt trip the reader.

I did my research on prison visitation, keyword, my, it may be wrong, I've never visited anyone in prison, or in the US, for that matter.

TWs: Yanderism, Probably unrealistic lock picking, Kidnapping, Financial dependence, Implied NSFW, Guilt tripping, Implied stalking, Off Screen panic attacks, Stockholm syndrome.

Yandere!Leon S Kennedy x Reader

I may be late for Christmas

Yours and Leon's relationship was troubled, to say the least. Of course, you weren't surprised when it came tumbling down.

From the start, Leon had problems, however you had rose colored glasses on. From the start, you should have expected an end to the relationship, one that probably wouldn't be calm and pacific like anyone would hope for.

Leon was full of secrets, Leon was clingy, Leon was a manipulator, Leon was possessive, Leon was controlling and on top of all, he was obsessed with you. Only, you took too long to notice it.

Leon let you know from the start that he hardly had any free time, his job was time-consuming as it had him go away on long work trips, and that was okay, it was his job and the way he went about his life was none of your business. You didn't mind, in the very start, that is.

The fact he never disclosed anything about his job to you, besides that he worked for the government, was only a small part of the process that was you wanting to give up your relationship.

Because of his lack of time, whenever he did have free time, it was spent smothering you, and it's not that you minded the attention, but it got suffocating when you could barely do your own stuff, like go to your job, visit your parents, spend time with your friends and things like that. There was a wide list of things that Leon would complain about and try to coax you out of doing just to spend more time with him. At the start, you did push aside your basic responsibilities out of guilt for not spending enough time with him, letting him be your priority, like he always said you were his.

When you were away doing said responsibilities, however, Leon found other ways to make himself present, even if not physically.

That is, if you ignore the fact he was present, just not somewhere you could notice him.

Your phone was constantly blowing up, forcing you to make use of the silent option in your phone much more than you used to, having to deal with his grumpy mood when you got home, your phone full of missed phone calls and another fifty messages of "I love you", "miss you", "let me know when I can go get you" and "pick up the phone".

From time to time you checked your phone to see if there were no emergencies, sometimes having to excuse yourself to the bathroom to go and comfort him, soothe him out of his panic attacks. When those happened, his messages sounded more distressed through small changes one could easily pick up on, like "please pick up the phone" or "I need to hear your voice". Those times, when you did pick up the phone, he sounded like he was breathing too much, but at the same time out of breath, you could barely understand his words over the phone, something about him thinking you were dead just because he couldn't feel you in his hold.

As a result of those times, when he was finally calm enough to let you go back to what you were doing before, you were left pondering. You even considered the possibility that he could have been in a war. After all, what could possibly have caused him to have these types of attacks? You may not know much about panic attacks, but something told you that whatever he didn't tell you was just the missing piece of the puzzle, the one you desperately needed to be able to truly understand him, to be able to love him completely, the way that he so desperately needed, and the way you so desperately wished you could.

Besides arriving late at your appointments since Leon insisted on keeping you with him longer, distracting you with one thing or another until you were almost an hour late to stuff, most of the times you also had to drive to his apartment sooner than it was expected of you, even having to leave your job earlier just because Leon insisted there was an "emergency".

There were also those days when he basically made you skip what you had to do, calling your boss, friends or even parents to give some kind of excuse for why you wouldn't be able to be where you were supposed to while pressing your face deeper into the mattress to muffle your sounds underneath him.

Honestly, at the start, those were your favorite days. But you can only skip so many days in your job to get fired, and do so many things before your friends get sick of it and your parents grow concerned and distant.

You decided to talk with your trusted friends and see what they thought about it, and it wasn't very hard to understand that you had to reinforce your boundaries if you wanted to get your life back on track.

And you thought Leon would understand, you thought he'd be okay with it, that the conversation would flow smoothly and in the end, you'd both get what you wanted in a healthy way.

Sadly, you weren't exactly a lucky person, and neither was Leon understanding like you hoped he'd be.

The conversation was fruitless, in the end, Leon managed to make you feel guilty. Like you were in the wrong. You didn't press on, noticing that what was supposed to be just a peaceful conversation was now bordering on a discussion, one you didn't want to have, afraid you'd lose, even if you were so sure you had a fair point just hours ago.

However, Leon pressed on. He grew suspicious you didn't think about confronting him all by yourself, and he wanted to know who exactly convinced you to try and get your point across to him. He began listing your acquaintances, friends and family members until he mentioned one of your closest friend's name and your expression shifted for a moment, he scoffed.

"So that's who, huh? You really talked shit about me to them?" He shook his head and walked away with heavy footsteps while your guilt ate away at you, you betrayed his trust, even if you didn't really talk shit about him, only saying the truth while having a necessary talk with a friend who was beginning to grow more and more concerned about your well-being and safety.

But he managed to get you to feel like you needed to apologize and make it up to him. For that, he couldn't help but smirk in amusement once you weren't looking.

By making it up to him, one of the things he hinted on, was the fact you needed to put more distance between you and this friend that clearly didn't like him. Soon, more friends met that same fate.

Because of your lack of a job and inability to look for another one since Leon gobbled up all the time with you he could get, you were growing short on funds. Rent, food and other basic necessities starting to seem like they required a lot more money than they used to, when you were actually employed.

Even if you didn't express your needs to him, he started to notice how you seemed constantly anxious, and of course, even an idiot would catch on the fact that, if you didn't have a job, you didn't have money.

So he convinced you to live with him, which meant being a homemaker, basically.

Leon didn't ask you to do anything, but it felt fair, since he was taking care of all your needs you could at least do what you could to pay him back. He furrowed his eyebrows, tenderness shining in his gaze when you told him that, he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before muttering important words against your lips. Ones you should have found alarming and not sweet.

"Love, I'm your boyfriend, not your boss. All I need from you is to stay with me and to love me."

He needed you to stay with him. Love was a second thought, a bonus. Not as important as just staying with him, he needed you, more than anything else.

His love was more than enough for the both of you, anyways.

You started to feel better, even better than how you were before, your's and other's concerns about Leon being swept under the rug. As a product of that, you felt like you should use the rest of the money you had from your job that you didn't need anymore to buy a Christmas gift to your parents, since the end of the year was approaching and you wanted to make up for the lack of visits and phone calls over the course of the last few months. That included spending Christmas at their house.

When Leon got home from another of his long work trips and initiated a long cuddling moment with you, asking you to rant about whatever you were up to during the time he was gone, as he always did, you thought that was the best time to mention to him about your little planned visit to your parents for the holiday.

You seemed so excited, wanting to bring him over as well, if only to enlighten the view your parents had of him, to show them he wasn't as bad as they made him out to be, and of course to make sure he wouldn't be left alone, since he hated being away from you so much.

He wasn't happy, of course not. Even if he was there with you, being in a completely different setting and place he wasn't used to and didn't assure was safe for you meant he had less possibilities of keeping you safe. And there was also the fact your parents didn't like him, even if you didn't tell him directly, knowing it could upset him, he heard your conversations with them and saw their texts on your phone. If even your friends were able to make you doubt him, your parents could easily put the wrong ideas in your mind about him, convincing you to leave him, the mere thought of it made his blood boil.

But as much as he wanted to express that to you, try to coax you into giving up about going, he knew better, he knew that could bring at least a sliver of suspicion into your mind, and given the previous circumstances, he couldn't risk it. He had already made it so far into the relationship, you were basically already in his grasp, only one step was left to ensure you'd stay with him till the end.

Taking away your chance of getting away from him.

Disguising that as moving you from his apartment to a whole new house at the outskirts of the city.

You didn't really question his sudden urge to move, or the location, but you should have, since one day, you just woke up with your keys and phone completely vanished.

Leon made a half assed excuse when you finally decided to confront him, but this time you didn't buy it, of course. Not even his pouty expression that normally made you cave in worked to make you change your mind about going against his wishes this time.

For the next few months, you both seemed to be in your personal hells. You made his life harder as much as you could, while he took away the last bit of freedom you had, finally and accidentally making you see how that freedom was merely an illusion, since he had been controlling your life from the start of your relationship. This made you angry, angry at him since he had no right to do this to you, and angry at yourself for putting up with this for so long and not standing up for yourself, for not listening to your friends or even your own family when they tried to warn you.

Screaming didn't work, apparently, not only his house had thick walls but he didn't have many neighbors to hear you scream, either.

Breaking windows wasn't a possibility, one strong shove of a chair was enough for you to find out about the armored glass Leon made sure to add in case you even thought about the idea of breaking through them. Of course, that didn't keep you completely from breaking the windows, the glass could be bulletproof, but at some point it had to shatter, right? But there was the fact that Leon would undoubtedly restrain you in some way from doing so before you could even get close to achieving it, so that alternative would have to stay as a last resort.

Then again, you could always pick the lock.

Common sense told you picking a lock wouldn't be as easy as it seemed in movies, but since Leon was away in another of his long ass work trips you had a lot of time to figure it out. More than enough, actually, since after using the bobby pins in many different ways you were finally able to get the door unlocked.

You didn't know if you wanted more to celebrate or cry out of happiness, so your body made the decision for you, running as quickly as your legs could take you to the nearest person, house, anything. You could even scream until someone heard and came to help you, any previous embarrassment that would have been taken in this situation was forgotten.

Safety was at fingers grasp, but to really be safe, you needed to file a police report.

At first, you hesitated to do so. Even after finally being in a safe space, at your parents house and away from the captivity Leon called a house, a home for the two of you, the one you spent a year in, maybe a few months more, since you were celebrating Christmas with your parents, as you wanted to do one year ago.

You were kind of one year late for the holiday, still, both you and your parents were happy you were alive and safe.

The whole police report filing was a hard process. You were reporting a government worker, one trusted and of importance apparently, their negative reactions made that really clear.

At the end everything went well, the reality surprising you by going against your nightmares and constant worries. The fact your parents had filed a report because of your disappearance last year having played a big part in it.

Leon was brought into prison. Finally letting you and everyone that cared about you rest.

For months, you didn't hear from him, nor did he hear from you. It was maddening for the man to stay in his cell, unaware of how you were and if he'd ever be able to hold you again.

He would, he told himself he would, everyday, that was the only thing keeping him sane. If he could even still consider himself sane.

He barely slept without you, spending his nights only being able to think, think and think some more about how and when he'd get out of that confinement to see and feel you close to him. He missed you too much, he basically only did stuff during the days because he had to, if he didn't, he wouldn't get to see you again, and he'd be damned if he didn't get to see you again.

What mostly kept you both apart were the joint efforts of both your friends and family along with the ones in the police department that knew about your story with Leon. After all, as much as you tried to rid yourself of your love for him, the one you knew wasn't natural but Stockholm syndrome, Leon wasn't, he wasn't trying at all to rid himself of the absolute love and obsession devotion he had for you. No, he was actually actively seeking you out, putting a whole lot of effort of his own into getting people to keep him updated on you, getting help from the ones that weren't trying to keep you away from him.

If he wasn't insane before, he was certainly growing closer to it now, being kept physically away from you for so long like that.

After months of Leon being kept in prison, you finally decided to visit him. Your friends and parents being firmly against it, but you were stubborn and they couldn't really deny you from doing anything, you were a free adult, you could do whatever you wanted, even if what you wanted was to go and visit your captor in prison, under the possibility that he could have changed, somehow.

They all knew you were lying to yourself. You knew you were lying to yourself.

There was a bit of hesitation in your step as you walked into the building.

Eventually, after you stated simple things as the likes of who you were visiting and who you were, along with proving what relationship you had with the inmate, receiving a quite weirded out look from the receptionist when you mentioned you were the one kidnapped by him, you finally got in, following after the guard guiding you into the visitation room.

You settled on one of the chairs inside the room, in front of a small table, another chair positioned across from you. Your eyes nervously wandered across the room, focusing more on the door you supposed Leon would soon come out of, your foot tapping against the floor rhythmically.

After what felt like a long time, but at the same time, not long enough, Leon walked inside the room, eyes finding your own quickly, his footsteps almost faltered, expression staying strong, firm, despite his glassy eyes and the slight quivering of his lip, small tells of his real reaction upon seeing again in so long. You were only able to catch onto those because of the amount of time you spent with him, he let his walls down for you, and only you.

You stood up on shaky legs, seeing him approach you with almost slowed down steps. Your worries about him being mad or having an explosive reaction upon seeing you again were discarded when he pulled you into a hug, not saying a word as his arms gently enveloped your form, his head buried against your neck, just feeling you. Your skin, your scent, your warmth, your existence.

The embrace lasted little, way less than what he really wanted. He held your hands firmly as you two stood in front of each other. You were still at a loss for words, should you apologize? Say you missed him? You were feeling a lot of emotions, most of them you were unable to even explain.

"I missed you."

You were almost scared when he opened his mouth, taking a short breath before speaking, his words sounding soft, almost like a whisper, his eyes still twinkling with unshed tears he was trying desperately to keep in.

He didn't say anything else. He knew what he did, and he knew why you reacted the way you did as well, he couldn't blame you for having done what you did, but he wasn't regretful for what he did, either.

The words stuck in your throat, you wanted to say the same thing back to him, but after opening and closing your mouth a few times he got the hint, moving on with the conversation, you had a time limit, and he wanted to make the most out of it.

"Are you okay? How are things going?" Leon gently pushed you to sit down on your chair, going and taking his as well, his hand not letting go from yours, positioning positioning your linked hands on top of the table.

He didn't want to ask if you had moved on, he didn't want to know, he wanted to entertain the thought you still loved him as much as he loved you.

"Things are okay, I have a better job now, better apartment…" Better life... The words went by unsaid, but he caught onto the hint. Your voice almost didn't register to you as you spoke, your attention being kept on your joined hands on top of the table, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. "My friends contacted me again. At least, most of them did."

You wondered if you should also ask him how things are for him in prison, but you didn't know if you wanted to know, you didn't want to feel guilty again, you already felt it enough just by thinking of him, confined in this place.

You couldn't help but feel like you had done something bad. Leon wasn't a bad man, he just… Loved you too much.

Sometimes, it was hard for you to remember that said thought wasn't one of your own, but rather one that came as a result from the time you spent in the toxic relationship you had with Leon.

"I'm happy you're okay." He didn't, but there were guards watching the two of you. He doubted he would get out of prison early if he said everything he was thinking at the moment, everything he wanted to do, everything he needed to do. If he did, his hard efforts to behave over the course of the months there would go to waste, your trust in him would be beyond salvageable, probably.

The rest of the hour went just like that, with Leon letting you talk about anything and everything going on with your life, like he did when you two cuddled once he came back from one of his long work trios. He noticed as the tension seemed to leave your body, the familiarity in the action bringing you the comfort you had missed for quite some time. It seemed your trust in him would take a while to rebuild, but not as long as he expected, or you, in fact.

When your visitation hour ended and the guard called out to you both to go back to your respective paths, Leon hugged you again, not resisting to pull you into a kiss, one he missed way too much. You didn't resist against him either, thankfully, making him smile in the brief kiss.

"I love you." He said as you pulled back, him letting you do so, unwillingly. "So much, too much."

"I love you too." The words came out smoothly, naturally. It had been so long since you last said those words to him, it felt weird, like you weren't even supposed to say that.

He smiled in response, walking away from you slowly, glancing back every now and then as you also parted.

His plan was in action, you still loved him, that would make everything so much easier, you'd be back in his arms soon enough, then he'd be able to indulge in you and give you everything he hadn't been able to in so long.

He'd make sure there were no loopholes this time, this time, you wouldn't even want to leave.

Just you wait.

[sweetcollywobbles]

whiskey neat. | yan!re6! leon kennedy x reader

TOO SWEET by hozier ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 1:00

HAPPY SEPTEMBER 30TH!!! i just wanted to pop something out for the day, so have this really badly written one-shot that i'll maybe (or maybe not) fix up. but that doesn't matter because i am no writer and this is all for shits and giggles.

tw: implied drugging and implied kidnapping

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leon was too old for this. for this crush thing that he's been dealing with recently. a thirty-six-year-old man shouldn't have to deal with the butterflies, the random flustered faces at work, and the fantasies that were too explicit to share.

yet she's absolutely enamored him. heart and soul, he'd say, she's taken it. while she, his darling angel, has no absolute idea what she's done to him.

she started as the new F.O.S intern, tasked with the job of helping leon out with his daily schedule there at the office while learning a few things from hunnigan. yes, it wasn't all about him, but it was still something that leon wasn't too fond of. sure, he's gotten lazy on paperwork, but leon didn't see a need to have a babysitter. it's demeaning and insulting. especially for someone who's given all his life to this goddamn coun-

leon's internal rant was cut off when he saw her, sitting down in the conference room waiting to meet him. she was in her early twenties, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. she was the prettiest little thing he'd ever seen.

leon had changed his mind in an instant. with those berry pouted lips, she could absolutely demean the life out of him if she wanted to. command him like an absolute dog.

and that's how it's been for the past year now, moving from F.O.S intern to leon's personal assistant. leon had somehow convinced her that it was a much better position for her than being an F.O.S agent. and for whatever reason, she agreed.

since then, leon’s joked that she was his work wife. she got him to meetings on time, made sure all of his paperwork was filed properly, and made sure he looked presentable wherever he went. and he would take her out for lunch and buy her presents. it’s a fair trade, she thought. but she never figured that he would take her job description too seriously. that he would look at all the things she was supposed to do as anything romantic.

but she should've known better. leon had always been a bit too touchy with her. a hand always placed at the small of her back, the soft touches on her cheek, and the excuses to always have her hand in his. not to mention the way he looked at her. goodness, she would've guessed she hung the moon, created the stars, and lit up the sun every day. leon’s love-stricken gaze went right over her silly head.

what an idiot.

leon thought it nice to finally have someone to dote on, much less someone to dote on him too. it was something he had only ever dreamed of. and with his approaching birthday, leon’s fear of growing old with no one was steadily becoming a reality.

he needed that to change, and she was going to help him.

leon will invite her to share an early birthday meal with him in his office. maybe some greasy chinese takeout and a bottle of whiskey. but he'll leave a small surprise for her in her glass.

they'll both eat and share a few laughs.

but halfway through, she'll start to feel sleepy, and he'd assure her that it's okay to take a nap. he'll wake her if someone comes looking for her. but that nap will last a few hours, which will give him enough time to sneak her out of the building and into his car. or maybe he won't. maybe leon will parade her around in his arms, tell people that she wasn't feeling well, and he's taking her to the on-site clinic and then home. ya'know like a good supervisor.

a good, caring, loving supervisor.

what can he say? he's a good guy.

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hope you enjoyed! xxox

[elfven-blog]

IM SO FUCKIN JESUS CHRIST PARA

YanderePirate!Leon x Mermaid!Reader

Minors fuck off, please and thank you! This was just stuck in my lil head for a while and I went through with it, hope y'all enjoy. I may write more, depends if the inspo hits me or not. Shit was not beta'd so excuse any mistakes. . CW: blood, violence, use of weapons (harpoon), noncon, somnophilia, fingering, masturbation, reader is part fish. Lmk if I missed anything.

You first came into existence for him when he’d spotted you lounging on a rock, the sunlight making your skin glisten and your hair glow. His eyes trailed further down your body to notice your pert nipples, as a gentle sea breeze washed over your body. 

But what caught his eye the most, was your tail—virescent and refracting the sun’s light in a way that made it glimmer so beautifully. He had never seen something so captivating in his life. Obsession blossomed in his chest then, the need to have you flowing into his veins at a burning rate. At this moment, his only goal in life was to capture you and make you his.

Leon finds himself smiling as he sees his harpoon shoot right through your tail, the way your blood fills the grooves of your scales and melds flawlessly with the ocean water;

“Don’t struggle darling, you’ll only make it worse for yourself!” 

Your eyes involuntarily well up with tears, pain racking your body as you struggle to take in breaths. You flail in the water as your body is lifted, a loud cry escapes your throat as the unknown pirate hauls your body onto his ship—each pull causes the harpoon to jolt in your injury.

With a thud, your injured body lands on the deck; Leon has a rope in hand, roughly grabbing your arms and tying your wrists together.

“God, you look so much more beautiful up close, love.” Leon’s eyes trail across your body, lingering on your chest for a moment before eyeing the damage he just caused with his weapon. ‘I had to,’ he thinks, eyebrows furrowing with affliction, ‘She would have swam away.’

“I feel awful for this darling, but bear with me,” You follow his line of sight landing on the harpoon. You quickly realize what’s about to happen. 

“Wait, wait, wait, please don’t—,” a loud and agonizing shriek is heard, reverberating in Leon’s ears causing him to wince.

Sobs and whimpers pour from your mouth as Leon tosses the item aside, “Shh dear, you did so well. I’ll make you feel better in no time. I promise darling.” He cups your face, wiping heavy tears from your face with a gentle thumb—it should be his tongue instead.

Your tail sluggishly bleeds onto the wooden floor, your body working to heal itself in a timely manner. You look into those blue eyes, contrasting the warmth of your home;

“Why are you doing this?”

Leon stops the gentle strokes on your face, his face falling into blissful tranquility, “The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were mine darling.” 

It’s the last thing you hear as you succumb to darkness, the events taking a toll on your body. Leon feels his heart swell at the sight of you falling limp in his arms. He manages to slide an arm under your shoulders and your tail—struggling a bit with how slippery it is—and carries you into his quarters. 

He lays you down on his bed where he wraps a bandage over your gash, noticing the way it’s beginning to close on its own. He knew of some stories and tales of merfolk abilities but now, seeing it for himself, he finds himself in awe. Had he been someone else, someone who only found interest in obtaining their weight in gold, you would have been ripped apart. Killed. All for what could be exploited for man's benefit. Anger clouds his mind for a second, “Nobody can ever hurt you now, love.”

Leon runs a hand over your cheek, pushing your hair behind your ear, “Nobody can ever hurt you now, love.”

He wants to leave you to rest but your prone body tempts that part of him he’s never felt so strongly before; desire. He can feel himself begin to harden at the thought of giving in. How dare you seduce him even while unconscious.

His hand slightly trembles as his fingertips make contact with the soft flesh of your stomach, feeling it rise with every pull of breath you take in and release. God, you look so beautiful. Those fingers make their way to the underside of your tit, before gliding onto your nipple. It perks at his touch and his excitement ramps up. How sensitive. His fingers grasp your nipple lightly, rolling it and pushing it into the supple flesh of your breast. He watches your face with rapport as he does so, your face gives no indication that you’re aware of his actions. 

The left hand trailing your body finally lands onto your tail, the scales under his touch feel moist yet smooth. There’s a gathering of scales that stand out among the others, his throat feels dry upon approaching it. With one finger, he gently moves the largest scale.

Now his mouth is practically salivating as his finger slowly reveals a seemingly normal looking pussy, only different in color—it matches the colors of your tail and he’s never found anything more beautiful. He takes a quick glance at your face and sees you’re still deep asleep.

He knows he shouldn’t, would rather see your live reactions to his touches, but he’s been dreaming about this for too long. Leon gingerly presses his pointer finger inside, taking note of how warm and wet you are. Your pussy seems to clench on the intrusion before relaxing. He slides it in and out, wanting to gather more of your wetness; It’s more viscous than other women he’s been with, creating a stupidly easy slip and slide for his finger.

Without hesitation, he dips two more fingers in, in awe as your pussy easily accepts them, like it was made for him. The other hand he had by your face moves to push his pants down, his dick already weeping with pre. He has enough restraint to keep from fucking you right then and there, instead removing his fingers from your hole and slathering the slick he accumulated from you onto his cock. He returns his fingers in you, this time with four. He begins to pump himself with the other, imagining he’s inside you instead.

There’s a slight strain to fingering you as he curls his fingers into the spongy part of your walls—which earns him a twitch of your tail and a cut-off whimper from you—while teasing the head of his dick. The arousal burns right through him, and Leon is unable to hold back from releasing deep moans and whimpers as he moves his hand faster. He sees your body start to squirm the more insistent he is with his digits, the urgency and deep need to make you cum with him hanging obsessively over his head.

You wake up with a feeling like something in your abdomen has snapped, and a loud moan shakily leaves your throat. Your pussy feels full and pulsates around the intruding object. On the other hand, Leon finally gives in and shoots load after load onto his shirt, hand, and thighs—the look of your face, pure bliss, tipping him over the edge. He awaits a tongue-lashing from you only to find you’ve gone back to sleep.

He removes his fingers from you with care, bringing them to his mouth. At the first taste of you, he moans. He sucks on his fingers until your essence is completely eliminated. He tucks himself back into his pants, still feeling breathless from having cum so intensely. If just this felt amazing, he can only wonder what it’ll be like when he’s finally in you.

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Master list 3

Key:

⭐- mosty my writing

🔪-yandere

🍷-kinks

🌹- smut

🧨- dark/dead dove

Pkmn Sc/Vio

Larry

MonsterFucker Larry⭐🌹🍷

Yandere!Larry ⭐🍷🌹🔪

Yan!Larry snaps⭐🌹🔪🍷

Alpha! Larry⭐🌹🍷

Lactation kink larry⭐🌹🍷

Larry pinning after waitress⭐🌹🍷

Waitress askes him out on a date⭐

Giving larry a Bento box hcs⭐ & part 2

Larry soft dom⭐🌹

Larry with pregnant!s/o⭐

Larry x waitress on a date⭐

Geeta

Sfw&Nsfw hcs⭐🌹

Teasing Geeta w/h proper s/o⭐🌹🍷

S/o on their period. Comforted cannons⭐

Rika

Breeding kink⭐🌹🍷

Aphrodisiacs⭐🌹

Alpha!rika losses it⭐🌹🍷

Rika with a horny! s/o⭐🌹

Grusha

Snaps after you tease him all day⭐🍷🌹

Sub brat! Grusha⭐🌹🍷

Yan!grusha⭐🔪🌹

Clavell

Evil!Clavell headcannons⭐🔪🍷🌹🧨

Brassius

Bondage fantasy ⭐🌹🍷

Dendra

Dendra headcannons⭐

Multiple

Hassel,Rika,Larry they forget their lunch⭐

Brassius x reader x hassel p2⭐🌹🍷

Pokemon b/w

Ingo

Warden ingo x Zoroark hybrid reader⭐🍷

Self aware!ingo x depressed!reader⭐

Emmet

Emmet kissing hcs⭐

Random Emmet hcs⭐

Submas

Vampire twins hcs⭐

Stardew Valley headcannons⭐

Twins as fathers hcs⭐

Twins being fathers to twins⭐

Shy s/o comming out as trans⭐

N

N taking care of you on a cold day⭐

Pokemon DPPt/hisui

Cynthia

Cynthia Period hc⭐🌹

Cynthia fucks wth strap⭐🌹

Roark

Roark sfw & nsfw headcannons⭐🌹

Wallace

Wallace breeding kink⭐🌹🍷

Cyllene

Dom! Pussy drunk ⭐🌹

Praise kink power play⭐🌹

Alpha!Cyllen hcs⭐

Volo

Volo slice of life with s/o⭐

Butler! Volo punishs s/o⭐🌹🍷

Volo breeding kink⭐🌹🍷

Volo being sweet headcanons ⭐

Melli

Peg him⭐🌹

Pokemon USUM

Blue and Red sharing S/o⭐🌹

Alpha!BluexOmega!reader⭐🌹🍷

Pokemon S/W

Piers, Kabu, Raihan dating hcs⭐

Pokemon ORAS

Maxie

Virgin!Maxie HCs ⭐🌹🍷

Maxie as a father⭐

Pokemon SwSh

Dom!Gordie⭐🌹

Pokemon SsHg

Morty in autumn⭐

Genshin Impact

Liyue

ZhonglixAdepti wife!reader Lantern right reunion⭐

Geo sovereign!ZhonglixWife!reader⭐

Sumeru

Pt1 Alpha!Haitham x omega!reader x omega!kaveh⭐🌹

Pt 2 More alpha Haitham x reader x onega kaveh⭐🌹

Pt3 MORE A!Haitham x reader x o!Kaveh⭐🌹

Pt 4 MOREE!! Alpha!alhaith x reader x omega kaveh⭐🌹

Fontaine

Pussy drunk Neuvillette⭐🌹

Neuvillette Comfort fluff⭐

Sub!Neuvillette ⭐🌹

wriothesley nsfw brain rot ramble ⭐🌹🍷

Honkai starrail

Jarilo vi

Dom!sampo hcs⭐🌹🍷

Gepard ramble⭐🌹🍷

Yan!Gepard⭐🌹🍷🔪🧨

The Xianzhou Loufu

Jing Yuan nsfw hcs⭐🌹🍷

Stellaron Hunters

Sucking Blade off⭐🌹

Obey me

Beelzebub

Teasing Sub!beel⭐🌹🍷

Sub bunnyboy! Barbatos⭐🌹🍷

Sub! Mammon degrading⭐🌹🍷

Multiple

Sampo, Caelus, Dan heng dating hcs⭐

Hsr men with audio accounts: part 1 ⭐🌹🍷🧨🔪

Neuvillette, blade, kafka tit sucking⭐🌹

Leon, larry and warden ingo with harpy s/o⭐

Neuvillette, Wriothesley oral(m!giving)head cannons⭐🌹

Various! Cuteness aggression with their partner(multifandom)⭐

[arachne4]

Maybe dark yandere leon x fem teen reader? (Platonic ofc)

good thing you said platonic I almost had a heart attack

yan!fatherly leon x teen!reader

leon saves you from raccoon city

Tw: unhealthy tendencies, overprotective Leon, obsessive tendencies, dependency

A/n: did this in half headcanons half story, just thought it would turn out better that way.

Leon wasn't going to forget that day for two reasons. The first being the nightmarish hellscape he saw in raccoon city. And the other reason being meeting you, his now adopted daughter.

He found you in the rpd, cowering in one of the offices. And he never felt so heartbroken in his life. The fear in your eyes only broke him even further. After that point he took care of you, slaying every zombie that dare come even close to you. And you followed behind him.

Ever since that day you'd been with him, and he was always with you. He vowed to protect you from the vile world around you. He swore on his life he would always keep you safe.

And at times it was utterly suffocating. He was overprotective, and while it made sense, it was still a problem. He was a helicopter parent any time he was home from missions or training.

If he wasn't always gone he would've homeschooled you, but instead he begrudgingly let's you leave the safe confines of his house to go to school. All day he's overthinking and checking on the tracker you have on your phone.

Whenever he's home, he's constantly spending time with you. It's not uncommon for him to spend all day spoiling you. He thinks you deserve the world, and he wants to give it to you on a silver platter

Finally finished this, sorry if it's a little short, I wanted to get this out yesterday but my brain wouldn't brain