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A drunken kiss, unspoken feelings, and a nasty argument leaves Leon in a cracked state. Painfully stuck in the crossroads of realization that nothing is going to get better until he starts talking and actively takes the steps to come to terms with his past and his disjointed emotions.

Word count: Almost 5k (not throughly proof read)

Angst. Language. Gun mentioned. Drinking mentioned. Happy ending. Partners to friends to lovers? The timeline is a little funky so let me explain: the events of Raccoon City take place in 2004 and that places this story towards the start of 2011.

A/N: Long time no see, huh? Things got heavy and they got heavy fast. Between vacation, moving, and the holidays; I’ve kinda fallen off the face of the planet. But it is what it is and I’m back for a minute or two.

As far as requests are concerned I’m working on them, but I get distracted with other ideas. My google doc is full of rough outlines and unfinished works in progress. I don’t have any idea when things will come out, they just will. I apologize, but damn, life is stressful.

Anyway, I hope you all are having a lovely day, week, month, and year. Please enjoy!!

“Hey. . .” Leon starts, his voice low and like gravel with uncertainty. A sense of deprecating self-consciousness following in the silence, before he lets out a frustrated huff. “You didn’t pick up, not that I’m surprised. . .but still, it hurts.” He admits as his grip on his phone grows tighter before it loosens and a conflicted sigh leaves him.

“I’m. . .sorry.” He struggles with the apology as he shuts his eyes and another exasperated sigh leaves him, “Truly, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did and I shouldn’t have pointed the finger at you. It’s not your fault and it never has been. I need you to know that, I need you to know that I know how I’ve been acting lately is stupid and. . .” He stops as he opens his eyes and looks around the dim space of his empty living room, the loneliness of this moment threatening to swallow him whole. The numbing silence of the room mixed with the silence on the other end of the phone became too much to handle causing him to swallow the confession on the tip of his tongue.

He licks the dryness from his lips as his other hand goes to massage his forehead in a stiff and irritated manner. He sucks his teeth as his hand falls while he lets out a disheartened sigh as the words fall from his lips, “I can’t do this without you here.” He admits with frustrated sorrow, “I need to see you. I need you to look at me. I need you to. . .I just need you.”

The static of the other empty line cuts through silence like a rusted combat knife through brittle sheet metal. Leon’s lips part for another sigh to escape him, but it never does. The air stays lodged in his throat before he painfully swallows.

“Look,” The word came out dry and somewhat short, before he clears his throat. “I’ve got some things I have to deal with, but if you could come over just for a moment—or at least call me back– it doesn’t have to be tonight; but sometime.” He can’t stop it from sounding like a desperate ramble; a plea for your silence to be broken.

“I don’t know when I’ll be back, but it probably won’t be until the early hours of the morning so if you could just at least call me back tonight. Let me know you’re okay. You don’t have to give me any other information and I won’t ask, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He explains softly, biting his tongue to keep himself from making the accusations that scream at him.

He opens his mouth to say more, to at least say ‘bye’; but he can’t, so he pulls the phone away from his ear and he ends the call. A frustrated grunt leaving him as he peers down at your contact photo, his gaze softening as he studies the smile on your face. The photo one that he cherishes with every heart string he has; a moment he was able to capture without you knowing. The rarity of being able to capture a genuine smile on your face. He recalls the day fondly and for a moment a smile curls at his lips until he eyes glance at the time in the top left corner of the thin device. He locks his phone as he stands from the loveseat you often perched yourself in whenever you were over, the seat cushion practically molded to only sit your frame comfortably.

Putting the phone in his pocket he makes his way through the kitchen and to the door that leads to the garage; grabbing his car keys from the key hooks by the door and opening the garage door.

The dark of night not holding its usual tranquility as the earthy smell of the heavy rain floods his nostrils. It’s eerily fitting given his current circumstances and it makes his skin crawl slightly as he gets into the driver seat and starts the car. Putting the car in reverse he backs out of the garage, his ears starting to ring slightly as the quietness of the night floods the car. A slight scoff leaves him as he goes to shut the garage door and he heads north towards his destination.

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Leon drives for hours in silence trying to put his head together. Trying to string together what exactly he wants to say while also remaining focused on the road ahead. All his thoughts scattered and disorganized; any sense of pulling it together immediately wiped out whenever his phone buzzed. A thin line of hope is always shattered when he glances at it and it’s just another notification about god knows what. It didn’t matter and he didn’t care because it was never your name on the screen.

It felt as if you were playing this silent treatment thing as if your life depended on it and it was killing him. Suffocating him. Each ping brings him above the tidal wave for just a moment before being dragged back under by the force of the freezing crisp waves. He could almost taste the bitter salt water with each defeated sigh of disappointment.

His glare on the road sharpens as he sees the abandoned gas station, slows, and makes the sharp right turn into the parking lot. The sound of stray gravel gritting against the tread of the tires as the car reaches its destination, Leon on the other hand still has another hour until he reaches his.

A single unmarked cruiser awaiting him parked perfectly in between two faded and barely visible white lines. He parks his own car a couple spots away from the cruiser before he shuts it off and steps out of the car, grabbing his phone and keys sliding them into his back pocket as he takes calculated steps to the cruiser. The rain only becomes more intense as he tries not to be affected by the cold laced into every drop that hits him, soaking his clothes slightly.

“Should’ve brought an umbrella.” He mutters to himself as he opens the driver’s side door of the cruiser and gets in. He shakes slightly in an effort to get any excess water off before running a hand through his damp hair, the water slicking it back for just a moment before his bangs fall back into place.

He leans over the center console and gets into the glove compartment on the passenger’s side. A single car key and a beretta 92fs pistol sit exactly where they were supposed to be. He opts for the cool metal of the hand gun as he picks it up and inspects the weapon briefly, leaving the safety on before he sets it in the passenger seat. He then takes the car key and starts the car, whereas his car was quiet the cruiser engine debates on whether or not to come to life and he almost took it as a sign to give up despite not being a superstitious man; but he digresses as the old cruiser decides that Leon is worth the ride.

Just as he goes to put the car in reverse his phone pings and he immediately takes his hand from the gear shift and fishes for it with a grunt from his back pocket. A moment of relief leaves him as this time the contact that greets him is yours. Quick to unlock the phone he is greeted with a text of only one word:

‘Maybe.’

“Maybe?” He grumbles, “What the hell does that even mean?” He asks no one but himself and yet is met with the low rumble of the cruiser’s transmission. Before really thinking he goes and types a reply, staring at the message with a puzzled expression.

‘Maybe what exactly?’

Surprisingly he barely moved before he got a reply.

‘Just maybe.’

He takes in a deep breath before letting it out in a shaky manner. Stubborn, you were always so stubborn. Of course he was too, but he was the one actively trying not to be this time. He was the one trying to get you to open up and not the other way around. Trying to get you to communicate with him, trying to get you to be vulnerable with him, trying to repair the rift between the two of you.

‘Can I get more than maybe?’

‘Please.’

He knows it’s his fault. He understands that regardless of how you left he still hurt you and you still had every right to be upset with him. Neither of you made anything official, never committed to anything, and he was a fool to think that a drunk kiss meant that his feelings were reciprocated and defined you both as an unit. He should have known that your avoidance of him the next day meant that something was off, but he convinced himself that you understood everything. That you knew everything he’s wanted to say for months. So, when he was informed of you being around someone who clearly was no good for you; he snapped.

‘I’ll be by.’

It wasn’t much, but it was something. A crumb that would subside the ache he felt. He lets out a sigh of relief as a small and soft smile finds his face. It was confirmation to him that he hasn’t lost you completely. He hadn’t lost you.

‘When?’

‘Tonight. Please.’

He stares at the screen waiting for a reply he doubts he will get; so he isn’t surprised as agonizing seconds turn into minutes. Glancing at the time he knows he needs to move, and he will. Just a minute more.

A minute passes, then two, and still no reply. He runs a hand through his hair before it finds the steering wheel, gripping it with force. Trying to let out some of the agitation he felt in the least harmful way possible. He tosses the phone into the passenger seat before taking his leave.

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Leon pulls up to the agreed upon meeting spot, the headlights of the cruiser reflecting off of the multiple ‘WARNING’ and ‘DANGER’ signs. All signs informing the public to stay clear of the abandoned wreckage that was the nightmare that started his adult life.

He clenched his teeth as he parks the cruiser and before killing the engine he scrutinizes the rusted, faded, and graffitied sign that read:

‘Welcome to Raccoon City

Home of Umbrella’

He can’t help the cold unforgiving glare that hardens his features as he stares intensely at that damn sign. A sign that he once was looking forward to seeing, a sign that was supposed to harken in a new beginning for him. A chapter of his life that he never got to write the way he intended too.

He forces himself to look away as he kills the engine. All that anger and contempt in every movement he makes; the emotions barely subtle as he grabs the pistol and makes his leave from the cruiser. Uncleaned debris crunching under the harsh step of his sturdy weight. The former storm subsided to a gentle drizzle. As if the weather was deciding to be gentle towards him, to be kind as he faced the location of so much of his trauma. Dulled screams and flashbacks of all the things he saw that night flashing throughout every corner of his brain. He grits his teeth as he slams the door of the cruiser shut, the heavy bang ceasing the noise. The memories.

He keeps his focus trained ahead as he strides closer to the steel chain fencing with sturdy steps, the dim yellow light from aged street lights illuminating his path with a dull hum. Unclenching his jaw he puts the pistol into the tight waistband of his jeans as he starts to climb the rusted fence that murmurs whines underneath the weight of his body.

Getting to the top he throws one leg over before deciding to make the jump to the other side. A grunt leaves him as the soles of his shoes make contact with the pitch black pavement, a sharp yet brief pain shooting up his legs. Standing up straight he pulls the pistol from his waistband, shuts the safety off, and proceeds forward. Acutely aware of his surroundings as his stomach starts to turn and bile threatens to creep up his throat.

Luckily he doesn’t have to travel far as the person he is set to meet waits in the shadows, the click of her heels against the damp pavement making Leon fully aware of her presence as he points the gun at her out of fear. It isn’t until she steps closer that he lowers his weapon.

“Leon.” Ada says as she looks at him intently. Giving him a once over before she speaks again, “Someone is jumpy, I see.”

“Yeah, well, it’s the location.” Leon says as he stands up straight, his shoulders remaining tense. Ada nods in a sense of understanding.

“You went through it to track me down and I’ll admit I’m impressed; but I have to ask: why?” Ada’s voice is smooth and low, clearly guarded.

“There’s something I have to talk to you about. Something I need to address.” He admits.

Ada studies him, the tension he carries nearly slapping her across the face; and she knows all the blame can’t just be put on the location. The rubble on the street is a physical representation of the crumbs of trust that was shared between the two of them.

“So, then why go through the trouble?” She inquires, her brow raising slightly, “I’m certain whatever it is you are here to-.”

“No, I need you to hear what I have to say.” He says cutting her off. Clearly uncomfortable, unfamiliar, and direct with her; this whole situation reeking of a rotten smell that they could practically taste.

“Different.” She simply states, very different from their previous meeting six months prior in the rural misty mountainous region of Spain. A change that was lost on her is now clearly present. It’s rough, jagged; and not something she is used to when it comes to him.

The two stare at each other in silence, trying to piece each other together. A clear lack of communication ringing out into the night, something that wasn’t uncommon between the two.

“Do you-.” Leon starts but suddenly stops the question in its tracks. He knew the answer and it was pointless to even ask; so he opts for the next question, “Why didn’t you try and reach out?”

The question takes Ada aback and it shows physically as her eyes widen just slightly before returning to that uncaring gaze. She ponders on how to approach this. On what to say. Coming up short she decides not to say anything regarding the subject; so she changes it.

“Is this about them?” She asks and immediately Leon plants his feet. Knowing that her them meant you; and the feeling didn’t settle well in his bones. His teeth gritted together as his jaw locked. Yet, the fact of the matter remained: she was partly right.

“It is, isn’t it.” Ada states as she crosses her arms, a sense of pride finding her as she figured him out so quickly.

“And if it is?” Leon asks, hoping in vain to throw her off the scent by playing this with a harsh coyness.

“You’re still hung up over a kiss?” Ada asks, the question slipping from her lips without thinking. A rarity from her, so much so that it takes her aback as the harshness of her words hits Leon with a pang of disappointment.

“That’s not what I’m hung up on.” Leon answers, bitterness clinging to each word, “I’m hung up on the fact that after everything I—everything we—went through you didn’t even try to tell me you survived that fall. That you survived and you didn’t bother to at least leave me something to show you were still alive; and don’t even try and say you couldn’t find me. You could have. Easily.” His voice grew stronger with every word he spoke, his conflicting emotions present in each syllable.

Ada is stunned by his candor, the hurt that she caused him present leaving her baffled and grasping for straws. He was being raw here, he was showing her his cards that he held so tightly to his chest.

“That night was the ending to so much. That night—to me— was an unimaginable horror I was not prepared to face; and you…you were right there. You knew so much more than I did and you remained cryptic.” Leon states with a defeated and heavy breath, “It’s easy to direct my anger there; but I know that’s not where it belongs. That isn’t where my heart places it, even though it probably should be because you played it like a fiddle; but that’s not it. Not the way you used me. Manipulated me. What it is in all honesty is the fact that I couldn’t save you. That you slipped from my grip, but yet you still cling to me.”

Silence falls between the two again, but this time it’s different. It’s not a burden even though it remains heavy.

“So you tracked me down to tell me this?”

“I tracked you down so you can let me go.”

The statement left Leon in one breath as he looked at her with a softness to his eyes. A vulnerability in his gaze that swallowed Ada whole. The lack of light behind his eyes shadowing her in a darkness she never expected to feel from him. Her own emotions are becoming hard to keep in check, as her insides start to simmer with an almost forgotten feeling.

The silence clings to their clothes as the night time air becomes lodged in Leon’s throat. Nearly choking him as he examined Ada intently, trying to guess her next move. Trying to put himself in her shoes long enough to figure out what she might be thinking; but all of this was so foreign. So he retreated back into his own head and just decided it was best to let her move from here. He decided it was best to just stop; and that decision flooded his body with relief. His jaw relaxing, his shoulder falling slightly, his knees no longer locked; the utter relief he felt just voicing how he felt was something he least expected.

“Okay.” Ada said, breaking the silence. This newfound development changed something in her that she couldn’t pinpoint. Something half of her refused to pinpoint. This growth she sees from him changes her perception of him.

“Okay.” Leon repeats with a small nod as the subtle rain drops that have been hitting him start to increase. They stand in a tense awkward silence as the wind starts to pick up and begin to howl a broken howl that wavered like a gasped sob. Leon turns to leave before the rain starts to heavily pour again, but the question that falls from Ada causes him to stop.

“Are you doing this all for them?” She asks, crossing her arms. While Leon looks at her with confliction, still not pleased with her need to keep you in the conversation.

“Not completely.” He answers; and that is the truth. He needed this for himself, he knew that; but it would be a lie if you didn’t inspire him to take the leap. That you didn’t assure him that he didn’t have to constantly be fighting this inner turmoil, that he could form some type of peace with it; and most importantly that he didn’t have to do it alone. He deserved to care for himself, something he never considered until he felt the gentle warmth of your care.

“I’d prefer if you would leave them out of it.” Leon says, a protective pitch in his tone that packed a subtle bite. It didn’t catch her off guard, it was him she was dealing with; and she knew that regardless of the strengths she had briefly seen from you in Spain that Leon would still be protective of you.

So, Ada just nods, turns, and takes her leave,“Goodbye, Leon.” Ada says as Leon watches her walk back towards what he assumed was her entry point was located.

As her form disappears into the black of night Leon lets out a deep breath with a slight shake of his head; his limbs heavy from the strain of the stress he carried in them.

“Goodbye, Ada.”

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It was nearly four in the morning when Leon pulled into his garage. Your vehicle was nowhere in his line of sight as he pulled up to his house. Not that he was surprised, your answer was just a maybe, and he didn’t want you to push yourself out of the realms of something you weren’t comfortable doing just yet. At least he let you know that you weren’t ignoring him completely and that was enough for the time being.

He shuts off the car as an exhausted sigh leaves him while his hand runs down his face. His head starts to gently pound as he pinches the bridge of his nose. The emotional rollercoaster he has been on starts to churn his stomach, reminding him why he didn’t bother with this stuff for so long in the first place. It hurt. Everywhere.

He closes the garage as he gets out of the car and makes his way inside. Placing his keys back on the hook, kicking off his shoes, and starting to remove his jacket he stops as he hears the muffled sound of a sitcom laugh track coming from the living room. His chest swells with hope as he quickly disregards his jacket and shoes and with large gentle strides he makes his way into the living room. His heart nearly stops when he sees you asleep on the couch.

Stopping in his tracks he watches the soft rise and fall of your chest, you were completely and utterly lost in what he hoped was a peaceful slumber. Your arms tucked close to your chest. Your hair fanned out over the couch cushion and the arm of the couch. He fought back how he wanted to run his hand through your hair. How tempting it looked, how he knew nothing brought you more comfort than the feeling of gentle fingers working their way through your hair. He wanted to do that for you, he wanted to comfort you. He wants to give you whatever your heart desires.

His breath hitches in his throat as he carefully sits on the edge of one of the couch cushions. His heart swells with so much love that it is overwhelming and for the first time within all of this his eyes start to glass over. Tears threatening to spill as a shaky hand slowly makes contact with the warmth of your scalp. His fingers intertwined with your hair as his thumb gingerly brushes the top of your head and a small breath of relief leaves him as he watches your body relax. He stifled a sob with a scoff as a smile found his face while he fixed his gaze on you. The person he holds the most dear. The person he would do whatever it took to just have by his side.

A craving to show you the utmost love and affection, a craving to care for you so much deeper than what the two of you already had. He hoped with everything that you wanted more. That the ghost of your past hadn’t swallowed you up. That you would choose him.

He finally sniffs, the sound of distress pulling you from sleep as your eyes open and find his piercing blue ones glassy with tears. You move to sit up as even in your groggy state your arms wrap around him to comfort him.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” You coo as your torso presses against him while one hand rubs his back and the other makes its way into his hair as you rest your chin in the crook of his neck. “It’s okay.” You soothe while Leon takes in a strangled breath his arms wrapping tightly around you as he pulls you into his lap.

“You came.” He utters, his voice breaking slightly.

“You called.” You answer softly.

Leon’s grip on you tightens as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, fresh hot thick tears starting to roll down his face. You gently mumble sweet reassurances as you rub his back, allowing him to cry, allowing him to let go of all the shit he has been holding onto. The fight. The end. The struggle. He’s letting go of all of it as he keeps a firm hold on you, clinging to you as if his life depended on it.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed anything and I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you for- for being with them. I- I shouldn’t have yelled. I should have told you how I felt. I should have-.” He chokes out his apology, the saltiness of his tears finding the pallet of his tongue.

“Shh, Leon, it’s okay.” You coo rubbing his back, “Don’t force yourself to speak when you aren’t ready. Take your time.” He fists the soft fabric of your shirt as he wonders what he ever did to know the comfort of your patience.

As Leon begins to calm down his grip on you loosens, his breathing returning to normal as his chest no longer hitches with quiet sobs. You feel him start to relax and in turn your body loses its own stiffness. You continue to hold him to you, trailing the tips of your nails gingerly up and down a patch of his back. You had no idea where Leon had been, but whatever he did has obviously left him worse for wear.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask in a quiet whisper, concern ever present in your soft voice; and Leon can’t help himself.

“I love you.” He responds as he places a strong hand in between your shoulder blades keeping you pressed against him as he screws his eyes shut trying to commit this moment to memory. The feeling of your body pressed flush against his, the addictive pleasant scent of your perfume, the soft gentle flesh of your neck pressed against the scratch of his stubble.

“I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have yelled. I should have talked to you directly. I should have seen everything.” He says as he regretfully pries himself away from you to look at you fully, his hands moving to cup your cheeks and hold your face gently in the palms of his hands. He watches the gears in your head start to turn through sparkling big doe eyes and his heart starts to melt. The realization that he wasn’t the only one that needed improvements becoming ever present as he brushes the side of his thumb over your cheek.

“I love you and I am unbelievably sorry. Please, please, don’t shut me out.” He pleads as he studies your face, noting the way your bottom lip quivered ever so slightly.

You both sit there in silence as he admires the sad beauty that are your features in this moment. He allows you to just sit there and feel, and think, and breathe. With all the patience in the world he waits for you.

“I love you too.” You finally say quietly, the words falling from your lips in a hesitancy before you speak up again; but with more strength and convection, “I love you too.”

A soft wide smile finds Leon’s face as he brings your lips to his in a soft, but desperate and passionate kiss. The taste of your lips are so much sweeter without the bitter taste of alcohol on them. Your arms snaking their way around his neck as you kiss him back the way you wanted to the first time he kissed you. His hands move to your waist to pull you closer to him as his tongue ghosts over your bottom lip.

You part your lips allowing him access to explore the warmth of your mouth while crooking your head to the side as his tongue makes its way into your mouth. His tongue runs briefly over your teeth before it coils with your own and he sucks slightly causing a deep moan to reverberate from your chest and up your throat.

The sound causes a smirk to curl at the corner of his lips as he parts from you regardless of how badly he wants to continue. He couldn’t help it, he had to see you; and the sight was worth it. The blissful peace on your face as you opened your eyes to look at him was worth it. A smile plastered on his face as he noted the tiredness in your eyes, the slight bags underneath them, and his hand finds your cheek as he places a kiss on your forehead.

“Let's save the rest for tomorrow, okay? Let’s get you to bed.” He says as he moves to pick you up bridal style. He stands from the couch as your grip around him tightens as he makes his way to his bedroom.

“Leon.” You scold him slightly, but with no real seriousness to it.

“Tomorrow.” He assures with a little nod, a playful smirk on his face.

“Tomorrow.” You repeat with a little roll to your eyes.

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He got me riding my pillow GRAH

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Need You

You and Leon have been a little more than friends with benefits for awhile and he struggles with what he wants it to be.

Word count: 3k (almost 4)

Mentions of alcohol, slightly possessive Leon, over protective Leon, angst, fluff (??kinda??), happy ending, not proofread very well if it all.

A/N: HELLO!! How are you all doing? Good I hope. I’ve been gone for more than a hot minute. It took me a lot longer than what I thought it would to get back into the groove of things. With that being said, this is not that great. Kinda boring, but hey, sometimes things are boring. This is just kind of to get me in the groove of uploading and writing again.

Part three and request are in the works. They are coming!! I just need a little practice before I start actually going at it again.

With all my heart, I hope you are having a fantastic day!! Enjoy!!

Time had never moved so slow as Leon anxiously bounced his leg underneath the cheap break room table. His tired eyes glanced to the clock and then back down to the untouched styrofoam cup of coffee.

Leon hated a lot of things about his job, but at this moment debriefing was his least favorite. He detested having to explain everything that happened on missions before he officially had time to process how they happened to him. Not that he ever truly enjoyed thinking about the things he had to do in order to survive, but he liked to have an understanding on why he did this or that. Why he chose to go left instead of right.

He had just spent nearly three days fighting his way through the deep Rocky Mountains; B.O.W’s at every turn, and he didn’t even get the information he was expected to return with. The whole thing was a waste of his damn time. He was sent to follow a lead that only set the operation two steps back and whatever up and coming supervillain, or want to be Umbrella Corporation, or extremist cult one leap forward. All while defense was wounded and information scrounged for a thread to pull to loosen the seam on the shit show they were currently trying to clean up.

He was annoyed and beyond frustrated with everything. On top of the emotional stress he also was not in the best shape physically- it wasn’t anything major all things considered- but, broken ribs, internal bruising and external bruising causing almost his whole torso to be a deep purple almost gray hue, and the bandaged up gashes on his limbs and slight cuts on his face only kept adding straws to the camel's back. He felt like it was only a matter of time before he snapped, he felt like he could only sit here for a few seconds more before he stormed out the door and out of this damn stale sterile building that was too clean.

He took a deep breath before adjusting himself to sit up straight in the deep blue plastic chair. As he exhaled he closed his eyes and saw the face he’s seen behind his eyelids since he landed, desperate to see it in person. To touch the soft warm flesh of someone he could never get enough of, regardless of the fact that he tried so hard not to get addicted to. Each hit of you more potent than the last, each high allowing him to forget for a little longer, each graze of his skin against yours permitting him to daydream of a life he has always ached for. Even if you didn’t long for the same things he did, he saw you with everything he had ever wanted. It was cruel and yet he continued to do it to himself.

He had bought you a burner phone with his number and his alone. You were not to use the phone for anything other than to communicate with him. He had asked you to carry it with you at all times, lying and saying he didn’t bug it. He told you that with his line of work that it would make your meetings more secure, that it would keep you off the radar. In a lapse of poor judgment you took the phone and him up on his proposal to make him an official fuck buddy. Who could blame you? It was a scene straight out of a movie and boosted your ego. It made you feel special that someone so important took such an interest in someone like you. Someone who lived such an exhaustingly normal life. It kept you on cloud nine for at least a week and a half after receiving it.

It was a purely physical relationship that didn’t require any emotional attachment regardless of the deep emotions that sunk into the both of you too quickly for comfort. Each rendezvous lasted longer than the previous one. Him staying at your place for days, while you both interacted like domesticated adults. Not quite like a married couple, not as casual as friends, and nowhere near as uptight as roommates; it was such an odd relationship, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Oftentimes by the end of his stay he left you with more questions than answers. Your knowledge of his life was barley skin deep and you were left to piece it together from fragments he dropped you.

He on the other hand knew everything about you. He couldn’t help himself. All your information was at his fingertips; your past, your present, and a vague idea of your future. In hindsight he should have left it alone and maybe if he did he wouldn’t be stuck in this current predicament. Maybe wouldn’t be digging in his pocket for the phone that held only one contact number, a phone number that he had memorized even though he shouldn’t have. He leaned forward in the chair as he typed only two words.

‘Need you.’

He didn’t think about the impact they could have, he didn’t think of the weight they carried, he just sent the message. Not a part of him even considering the fact that you would think it was the truth. He needed you. Rather you are below him or watching some low brow television show that networks pumped out to dumb down the population. He just needed you within reach, he needed the comfort of your presence to ease the buzzing of the world he lived in.

He sat the phone on the table as he crossed his arms and sat back, anxiously awaiting a reply. He didn’t get a chance to glance at the clock before the phone buzzed against the table.

‘Busy.’

The message read and he couldn’t help but to scoff as his hand ran through freshly washed damp hair.

‘With what?’

He asked in his reply as he sent it. His jaw tightening in annoyed agitation. What part of need did you not understand? He took a deep breath and reminded himself of the nature of the relationship. As he went to follow up his demanding question with a meeting time and place the break room door opened and he shoved the phone back into his pocket.

“Mr.Kennedy,” A rather thin man with tired eyes and a disheveled navy blue suit sighed out, “I’m sorry, we know you are exhausted, we just have a few more questions. Can you stay for another thirty minutes? No more, no less.”

Leon forced a polite smile as he stood, “Lead the way.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Kennedy.”

“Please, call me Leon.” Leon insisted as he took the door from the man and just like that he followed the man down the hall and into an elevator; leaving behind a hot cup of coffee to grow cold on a cheap linoleum covered piece of wood where it would eventually be washed down the drain by night janitorial staff.

It had been an hour since Leon set foot in that room and not much of anything had come out of his answers. He was out of the building now and almost free as his hand found the handle of his car door, but a buzz in his pants pocket caused him to let go of it immediately. As he unlocked the phone he noticed he was left with a voice memo and not a message, which he found odd but not alarming. He couldn’t help but to smile, ready to hear your voice. He pressed play and heard the hustling of feet and an unrecognizable song in the background.

“She said she was busy, Le-on. Take a hint.”

A low masculine voice came out of the speaker as he gripped the phone. He pulled it away from his ear with a snarl as he looked at the phone screen. It took every fiber of his being to not shatter the phone right there; it took every remaining ounce of sanity that he had to not let this red hot anger consume him. This little voice in his head pleaded for him to think rationally.

He opened the car door and slammed it shut behind him as he got in, it was a miracle the car door window didn’t break from the force. He was quick to pull up your location and an airy laugh left him as he knew the location too well. A dive bar on the outskirts of the city, the same exact bar he had found you in. It was tragically comical.

He didn’t bother with a seat belt as he backed out of his parking spot and hit the gas and drove off after you. The speed limit was a mere suggestion as city lights passed him just as quickly as they appeared. He was livid as his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. He was angry. He was angry that you had the audacity to be out with someone at the bar that he met you at. He was furious that you were busy with some asshole who had the nerve to address him by his first name. He was livid that he didn’t just leave work and go to you as soon as he landed. He was heartbroken because even though he was lost in this haze of consuming rage he had no right to feel this way. You weren’t his, but he was yours.

As Leon quickly pulled into the parking lot he parked his car with no regard to the faded white lines that were supposed to indicate parking spots. He left the car running as he slammed the car door shut, making a bigger scene than the screeching sound his tires made against the asphalt when he parked. He could feel the eyes of smokers burning a hole in his frame as he took quick strides to the front doors of the bar.

“Nice ride-.” A voice started but was cut off by the beep of Leon locking the car. Normally Leon would nod politely, but he didn’t bother to spare a glance to whoever made the comment. His brows furrowed and a glare that could kill adorning his face as he stepped into the warm bar.

“Hey!” Zack yelled, the bartender was shouting as Leon watched him scurry from behind the bar and over to a crowded table. Men and some women of varying ages were crowded around the table cheering. “Give that back! How did you even-?” Zack tried to reason as some guy held him back from the table. Leon proceeded with some caution as he approached Zack.

“Let it go, buddy. He’ll give it right back and pay for the shots as soon as he’s done.” A stranger said as he tried to keep Zack back. “He’ll even pay extra if this chick handles her liquor the way she says she can.”

That got Leon’s attention faster as he pushed his way closer to the front of the table. His eyes locked on your frame laying on the tabletop with your head leaning off the end as another guy poured vodka down your throat.

“Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” The man screamed before putting the bottle to his mouth and taking a shot straight from the bottle.

Your laugh rang through the bar as you began to try and sit up, but the man was quicker than you were as he bent down to meet you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders to keep you in place. His lips graze yours as he spit his shot into your mouth. Your throat burning as you tried to push him off of you. For a second you thought your weak effort was successful as his lips left yours, but when you gained some composure you heard the shattering of glass and saw people back away quickly from the table.

“Get the fuck off of her!” A voice yelled, that voice, you knew that voice all too well. You sat up as your eyes found Leon’s frame. His shoulders tense as they fell up and down with his labored breathing. His fist clenched and jaw tightened as he threatened in a deep low growl, “Touch her again and I’ll break your fucking spine.” He was in no condition to fight, he was barely standing. He was utterly exhausted and his limbs ached, but the angry adrenaline that coursed through his veins kept him upright.

“Leon.” You dryly got out as you sat up on the table. You repeated his name but he didn’t even glance in your direction.

“Leon? Jesus Christ. Look, she already-.” The man spoke and Leon recognized the voice immediately from the voice message. Leon’s eyes darkened with rage as he looked at this pathetic excuse of a man.

Busy.

“Where is her phone?” Leon asked as he roughly grabbed the man by his shirt collar, “Where is her damn phone?”

“Here, here! Take it!” The man shook as he pulled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to Leon. Leon snatched it from his hand before pushing the man roughly to the ground. Leon towered over him as the man shook, Leon’s unbridled rage causing the bar to grow freezing cold.

“Stay away from her.” Leon turned from the man and his gaze softened only slightly as it landed on you. Your eyes locked with his for only a moment before he avoided your gaze and approached you. His hand found your arm as he helped you off of the table. He wrapped an arm around your waist as the crowd parted like the Red Sea. All eyes were on the both of you as you walked out of the bar.

“I can take it from here.” You said agitated as you tried to push yourself away from Leon.

“I don’t care. I’m taking you home.” Leon said as he unlocked his car. That aggression he felt still resting on the tip of his tongue. He opens the passenger door and with a deep sigh you get in his car. After he just opened the door you took a deep breath before running your hand through your hair. A bottomless pit settled in your stomach before you sat back against the seat.

“Seatbelt.” You heard him say as he got in the car, pulling you out of your thoughts. You compiled as he started to drive out of the parking lot and turned right out of the parking lot.

You raise an eyebrow before looking at him and confusingly confront him, “You were supposed to turn left.”

“I said I’m taking you home. I know where I’m going.” Leon glared ahead and for once wished you wouldn’t say a damn word. He was heated.

“How did you know where I was?”

“Can you not ask questions right now?”

“No, because you’re freaking me out. First, you know where to find me and second, you hook a right when you know my place is left. Where are we going?” You stated in a matter of fact tone as you crossed your arms. You could tell he was angry, but you didn’t care because you were angry too. You never disclosed your location to him, he nearly started a fight, and he continued to treat you like you were something more to him regardless of the fact that he made it clear that you would never be anything more.

“My place. It’s closer and I’m too tired to drive further than what I have too.” He admitted as he sent you a quick glance.

“Your place?” You rolled your eyes, “You’re telling me that your place is closer and we’ve spent all this time at mine?”

“Yeah.” Leon sighed with irritation.

“How is that fair? How is it fair that you know all this shit about me, but I know nothing about you?” You asked flat out and annoyed. Normally after going an extended time without seeing Leon you didn’t ask any questions, you just tended to him until he was ready to talk. He loved that about you, you never pushed him. Leon grunted knowing that it was the alcohol and a mix of unconfronted emotions made you bold.

“We talked about this-.”

“Yeah, we did, but you tracking my location wasn’t in that conversation.” Leon took his eyes off the road as the car came to a stop at a stoplight and he looked at you. He opened his mouth to speak, to defend himself, but you cut him off. “Cut the shit, I know it’s a bugged phone. I had it looked at and your sudden appearance tonight only proved it.”

“It’s only bugged for your protection.” Leon got out through gritted teeth.

“My protection? What the fuck are you even talking about? If anything it’s so you can keep your whores straight and away from your wife.” You spit at him with venom. You knew Leon wasn’t the type of guy to run around town like that, he was a one woman type of guy. You were just angry and confused at why you would be enough to protect but not enough to be his.

Leon’s face turned up in pained disgust and he went to say something, but the blaring of a car horn called his attention back to the road and a green light. You huffed as you turned away from him and he continued to drive onward to his place.

The rest of the car ride was silent, giving you time to feel bad about what you said and how you said it. Your face falling and your anger simmering out as your eyes felt heavy with the weight of fresh tears threatening to spill. You refused to cry though as you sniffed and he pulled into his driveway.

A two story house that was too big for just him, but old enough for you to believe that it was a house that was left to him in some family members' will. Or he could’ve bought it himself easily with the way you’ve seen him treat money; like it was something that grew on trees. He was a complete and utter mystery to you and it drove you insane that you could still fall for someone who you knew so little about. At this point you were more mad at yourself than you were at him. You knew of his interests and hobbies, his likes and dislikes, you saw his heart; but you didn’t have a clue about his day to day life. It was like he existed only to you and no one else. No criminal record, no traceable family; he seemed to have nothing. All you had were snippets of an article about Raccoon City that left you with more questions than answers.

“Don’t worry, the wife’s not home.” Leon muttered through gritted teeth and you winced as he got out of the car. You went and got out of the car alongside him as you followed closely behind him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.” He opened the front door and you followed him in, shutting and locking it behind you. Your body now shaking as his focus remained straight ahead. He was so cold and you knew you deserved it. “I know that’s not you. I just…” you hesitated as you could feel your throat beginning to clog, knowing that your voice was going to waver and your next words were going to come out broken if you didn’t get a grip.

“I’ve got a guest room, but I haven’t found time to clean it out so there is a bunch of junk and shit in there. You can take my bed and I’ll take the guest room.” Your heart broke, thinking he didn’t even want to be near you and you couldn’t blame him.

“I think we should call this off.” Your voice still broke as you said it and Leon quickly turned to you. His gaze softened immediately as soon as he saw your big glassy doe eyes. He stood frozen as his heart shattered. He was losing you and it wasn’t to some unforeseen force, he did this. His refusal to let you in completely had pushed you away.

Leon was a fighter, it was his job. He stood up for what was right, he fought for people who couldn’t fight for themselves, he fought so people who weren’t fighters never had too. But did he ever fight for his own selfish desires? At the end of the day was he willing to fight for the first good thing he’s had in his life for a while? At the bar he was ready. He was ready to push his exhaustion aside and fight the object that stood between him and you; but now? Fighting you, the person he desired the most.

“Look, it’s not anything personal…I just…this isn’t working for me.” You nervously blabbered out, the silence killing you. You took a deep breath as your hands found your hips, “I mean the Pretty Women aspect of it was fun, I had fun. I don’t know, I guess, I mean…” you stumbled over your own words.

“Alright.” He said and you looked away from him as your arms wrapped around yourself trying to comfort yourself. The floodgates of your tears threatening to spill as your eyes darted around the room.

“Okay. Good. I’ll sleep on the couch and grab a cab and be gone before the sun comes up.” You voice low as you head to the couch but Leon catches you by your elbow. The sudden connection of your bare skin against the palm of his hand sends a chill up his spine.

“I want to start again. I want to make it right.” He said as he slowly looked at you, his own eyes glassy. You study his face now and how exhausted he looked. “I’ll tell you everything. Let me start over. Let me make it right.” Your brows knitted together as you relaxed slightly and your other hand cupped his cheek. Tears fell from your eyes as you stifled a pained groan. “Please.” He begged and how could you say no?

Your lips found him in a hesitant kiss that he returned with desperation. The moment your lips sparked against his he was ready to fight again. His hand trailed down your arm and before it found your waist. He pulled you close to him as your arms wrapped around his neck. Sweet desperate kisses turned into feverishly hungry ones.

“Need you.” He admitted softly against your lips; hoping that you understood. Hoping that the feeling was returned. Hoping that right now that he said enough, that those two words meant enough. As you melted against him he knew that you understood.

For the first time in a long time Leon was ready to give his all to something besides work.

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thank you for coming to my ted talk

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I come to you asking for forgiveness. I am more than just a day late and a dollar short, but I promise I am working. Not on anything too strong, but something. It is taking a lot longer than I thought it would to get back in the saddle and I apologize profusely. So please, take this snippet of the next thing I will be posting. It is not a part three, but it is an idea that has feet and has been running.

He sat the phone on the table as he crossed his arms and sat back, anxiously awaiting a reply. He didn’t get a chance to glance at the clock before the phone buzzed against the table.

‘Busy.’

The message read and he couldn’t help but to scoff as a hand ran through freshly washed damp hair.

‘With what?’

#hayley writes a bit #writing romance #angst #writing #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader

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come back, the kids miss you

HSNSKSN JOKING 😭

i was just thinking that no matter how much i read stories from other writers, yours has something that has me tied up, like seriously

the others are fabulous, but i feel like i always read the same thing. but when you upload something, its always something refreshing, my mind expands to 99%. idk, i luuuuv your writings

although there are some words that i dont quite understand because english is not my language bUT ITS OK cause that way i can learn more

lots of love for uuuu

SHJHGHFCDCAFHBHB THANK YOU SM HONEY BUNCHES I MISS Y’ALL TOO 🥹🥹😭😭

It really warms my heart to know that you care so much for the stuff I write. I’m so glad that my work itches something in your brain in a satisfying way! It means so much. 🥹🥹

With that being said I live to serve 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ and I am slowly coming back!! I’m still a little groggy, but trying to get back into a groove.

So!!!! Something should be uploaded next week as I get my motivation back!! Rather that be a part three, or a request, or something that has been rolling around in my head for a hot minute; IDK!!

That aside tho, I would like to thank you for taking time out of your day to send in a message!! I really appreciate it and you very much!! I hope you are having/had a fantastic day and I wish you nothing but the best!!! With lots of love!! Treat yourself with kindness and take care of yourself!! You deserve it!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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And that’s the game 😭

Now, time to get to work *cracks knuckles*

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Holy moly!! Domestic Cravings is up to 1,000 notes and Blood Trail is up to 500!!! I wanna thank you all for reading and enjoying!! I might just give a sneak peak to a WIP I started before I left 👀👀

#hayley writes a bit #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #thank you all so much #I am still on vacation but a new chapter or short should be up sometime within the next two weeks #promise #I’ve gotta finish the remake first #it’s literally all I wanna do #I mean I wanna do other things but I really miss the game

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Leon S. Kennedy + text posts

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psa

Just a reminder that this blog is 18+, which means YOU must be 18+ to follow me/interact with me/be on my blog. I am 22 years old and do not need to be interacting with those that are literally 13,14, 15 years old.

You are not my crowd and I am not yours.

My blog is NSFW and I don’t want to be exposing my content to any minors, especially shit they don’t need to be seeing (especially when the content is extremely dark, such as my noncon works!!).

It does not matter how ‘mature’ you think you are or if you have the NSFW tag blacklisted. My blog is my haven, my safe space where I can freely post adult stuff, sometimes without even tagging it (though I tag it for my own comfort). If I have to sacrifice my comfort to allow a minor on my blog, there is an issue.

I am not sacrificing that for any minor.

Wait until you are 18+ or older to follow this blog, or I will block you.

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No, I don't have a plot for my book.

I have a vibe and these three ocs I found in a dumpster.

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is that a challenge???

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REBLOG IF YOU DON’T MIND WRITERS TAKING TIME OFF FOR THEIR MENTAL HEALTH

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Hard Candy

You’ve done nothing but tease Leon all day and you figured that him leaving you in bed waiting for him was your punishment for not meeting him at the door as soon as he got home. But, you’ve waited too long and it was time to take matters into your own hands.

Word Count: 3k (a little over)

NSFW FILTH, Literal Porn No Plot, Light Bondage, M Receiving Oral (barely proofread so sorry)

A/N: Hello! I am losing my mind and going absolutely feral for this man. If you would’ve told me I would finish up a smut piece at work a year ago, I would’ve believed you 100%; because that’s exactly what happened. The THIRST is unbelievably strong. Forgive me for I have sinned.

Anyway!! For those of you who wanted part three to my current series I apologize. You will have to wait a couple more weeks. I am going on vacation and won’t be posting any full work until I am back and well rested!! I just wanted to leave you all with a parting gift, so as always with love and please enjoy!!

You groaned as you sat up with ease, mumbling curses under your breath in agitation. You have been laying on the bed for what felt like hours in nothing but a pretty little lingerie number just waiting for Leon. You couldn’t tell if it was punishment for teasing him all day or if he just had lost track of time. Knowing him it was probably a bit of both in the beginning, but now it had to have been because he had gotten distracted.

Work, work, work. Reports, reports, reports. He was driving you insane, so in true bratty fashion you got up from the bed and headed towards the closet. As you flicked on the lights you scanned his side of the closet looking for a shirt that wasn’t too on the nose, but wouldn’t cover you up too much. Something you could prance around in that he wouldn’t think twice about you wearing until he saw the lace bra strap.

Soft cotton of t-shirts and dress shirts alike, rough wool of stiff suit jackets, and leather of a couple of his work jackets rested nicely against your fingertips as your hand trailed down his side of the closet. You bit your lip as you grip the black leather biker jacket he typically wore whenever his work was going easy. As you gently took it off the hanger you noticed a small weight in the left pocket that left you a little more than curious. When you went to put it on you buried your hand into the pocket and was greeted with a cool sensation of metal and you knew exactly what it was. A mischievous grin found your face as the gears in your head started turning as you pulled out the pair of handcuffs.

“Oh, Leon.” You softly chided as you pushed the single strand through the double strand of the right cuff. He wanted to leave you wanting and waiting as a punishment, that’s fine. You knew how to play this game and it was your turn for the upper hand. You put the cuffs back into the pocket as you leave the closet and make your way to his office.

Leon didn’t turn away from the computer screen but he did smirk when he felt your presence in the doorway, “Hello there, sweetheart.” He was cocky and it helped wipe that grin from your face so you could pull this off.

“Just wanting to make sure you’re okay. It’s getting late, dear.” You carefully wrapped your arms around his neck and you placed a kiss on his neck. The feel of leather caused him to smile and he’s convinced he’s won.

“I’m just finishing up. Are you cold?”

You shrug, “Maybe.” You stand as you move in front of him and his smile only grows as he drinks in the sight of your flesh pressed against the thin see through lace of your bra. Your nipples at attention and slightly nervous goosebumps cover your skin. Leon appreciated art and you were his favorite piece. Lingerie and his jacket sent blood rushing to his cock. The heat between your legs doesn’t help him as you straddle him and sit on his lap. You can’t help but to lazily grind against him with some need, “Can you make me warm?”

A dark chuckle falls from his mouth and as his hands find your hips your hands find his wrist and pull them off of you.

He furrows his brows, “And here I thought you were coming to apologize.”

“What could I possibly have to apologize for?” You play dumb as you guide his hands down to his sides, not letting go of his wrists.

There is a thick dark honey to his chuckle, “I don’t know, maybe for the influx of rather naughty pictures while I was cooped up in an office all day. Or, maybe for the rather lewd texts under them.” You smirk as you bury your hands into the jacket pockets, one hand wrapping around the cuffs. You just had to keep him distracted. Part of you was a little worried he wouldn’t slip up, but if you focused on it he definitely wouldn’t. You had to play it cool.

“Did you not enjoy them?” You asked as you leaned forward placing a kiss on his jaw. “All you had to do was tell me to stop, but you never did. How was I supposed to know they weren’t welcome?”

He just rolled his eyes and moaned softly, “You knew I couldn’t leave.”

“I know.” You grinded against him with more pressure, “Just wanted to make the day easier. Just wanted to remind you what you had at home. It’s okay, now I know.” You pulled your hands out from the jacket pockets and carefully removed the cuffs, “I won’t do it again, I promise.” You whined into his ear before placing a wet kiss against it.

He groaned, in no universe did he not want to receive the gifts he was sent today regularly, “I didn’t say that.” He went to argue with you as he tried to sneak a hand back against you. You were quick to catch it though as you rolled your hips. Normally this would cause him to be on high alert; but the more you moved, the more your perfume smothered him, the more desperate your little kisses got, the more he thought about you in nothing but his jacket and screaming his name, the harder he got. The harder he got, the more he started to lose focus on the fact that you were refusing to let him touch you.

“Mhm.” You moaned as you guided his hand behind the back of his chair, “I read you loud and clear, agent.” You held the cuffs at a distance as your fingertips guided his other hand to meet the other one behind the chair. You almost had him and you were so close you could taste it.

“I’m afraid you don’t, because if you would’ve read the messages I sent back you would’ve been on your knees at the front door, but you weren’t. You were in the kitchen and paybacks are hell, sweetheart.” He scolded you, “I know what game you’re playing.”

“Do you?”

“I do.” Any sense of salvation for him had just flown out that office door with just uttering two little words.

“I really don’t think you do.” You said with a faux sweetness as you quickly locked his wrist into the handcuffs. The satisfaction of the click and the sight of his eyes widening slightly was enough to make a sick laugh leave you.

“Very funny.” He said as he mocked your laugh, “Where did you get these and where is the key?” You shrugged as you got off of him.

“I told you not to leave things like these lying about the house.” You said taking off his jacket torturously slowly giving him enough time to take one and one and make two, “Oh, hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you if we had any suckers or hard candy laying around.” You disregarded the jacket on his desk as you turned off his monitor, just in case. You couldn’t let anyone else see the mess you were about to turn him into.

“Not that I’m aware of.” He grunted out as he struggled against the cuffs. A little pout causes him to look at you and as his eyes lock with your half lidded ones he realizes that only now did he know what game you were playing.

“Shame.” You keep that little false pout as you lower yourself to your knees in front of him. Your hands trail up his thighs and to the zipper and button of his pants. Your eyes stay locked with his as you unbutton and unzip his pants, his growing erection feeding your hunger. You tug his pants down before your index finger trails up his clothed length. The teasing contact causes his hips to jolt upwards while a satisfied giggle escapes you. You palm him with just enough pressure to cause him to groan, “I guess I’ll have to find something else to suck on.”

Leon hissed, unable to fight how satisfying your delivery was. How regardless of how it mocked him, he wanted you to say it again. He wanted to wrap his fingers around your hair and keep your pretty little face against his erect length, but he couldn’t. He was handcuffed and touching you was far out of his reach.

You opened your mouth slightly and painfully pressed the heat against his shaft. In a way he was getting what he wanted in the end, he should be grateful. Your lips closed as you placed a firm kiss against the fabric before lightly trailing your tongue to his head, being sure to roll your tongue at the tip.

“(Y/N).” He tried to firmly warn you, but it came out more like a whimper.

“Sir.” You played innocent as you pulled at the hem of his boxers. The act didn’t last long as a wide grin found your face when you pulled down his boxers and his erect cock stood at attention. Your lust filled eyes widen in satisfaction, “You’re so hard.” You gleam with pride as you look up at him. It makes his stomach flip as he tugs harshly at the cuffs again.

Your index finger lightly traces one of his veins which causes him to groan in frustration. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you squeeze slightly causing his struggle with the cuffs to cease as he thrust into your hand.

“Here I thought I was being needy.” You said before biting your lip. Your mouth watering as you formed a nice grip around him. You started to pump slightly as you began to tease him, “I thought my wet panties were the problem.”

He groaned again as his eyes sank down to your plush thighs and the way they clenched together under his gaze.

How he wanted to feel them, how he wanted to rip your underwear to the side and taste you. To feel your legs shake against his firm hold and his fingers left loving bruises as he tried to keep you in place. He just wanted to touch you.

“C’mon, Princess. Go get the key.” His dominant exterior starts to fall as he begins to barter with you, “I’ll give you everything you need.”

“Tell me you don’t want your dick down my throat.” You said, studying his face, searching for his consent, “Tell me to stop and I will.”

He groaned, he didn’t want you to stop. He wanted your lips wrapped around him and he craved release. “Leon.” You called for him with the utmost concern. How could he say no to that face, especially when the last thing he wanted to do was say no.

“Green.” He whined in embarrassment, trying to play it off with a groan, “Proceed with caution, because once I get out-.” He was cut off as your lips lightly brushed against his head causing a moan to cut him off. “Fuck.”

“You’re so sensitive. Are you going to cum, already?” You looked up at him and just as he opened his mouth to send you some snide remark your tongue wrapped around his head. You bobbed your head slowly and only once before putting your tongue back into your mouth. A smile found your face as you went down to the base of his dick and placed a kiss against him.

Your other hand went to cradle his balls. They warm your hand as you begin to play with them gently. You hear him let out strangled breaths as you open your mouth and lightly slap his dick against your face. You're toying with him and you’re soaking up every second of it. Committing to memory the way his face scrunches and his eyes plead for you to just take him into your mouth.

His wish is your command as you return to his swollen pink head and place it into your mouth. You open your mouth wide as you just let him sit there, you just let him enjoy his view. He thanks you by keeping himself from thrusting up into the roof of your mouth, nearly breaking his wrist in the process.

As drool pools on your tongue you wrap your lips around him while your hand pumps him a little faster. Your cheeks hollow out as you take more of him, your tongue flattening and cradling his shaft as you slowly start to bob your head. You begin to suck lightly as you take more of him into your mouth.

“Shit.” He hisses. His shoulders relaxed while his hands started to uncurl from fist, his toes curling as they gripped onto his socks for dear life. A satisfied moan sent vibrations up his spine as you looked up at him before taking him deeper. He falters as his hips jut forward, his hands turning into fist again. You were absolutely stunning and your throat was warm. All he wanted all day was to have you in his grasp, but yet here he was at your mercy. You may be the one on your knees, but he’s the one begging.

You massage his balls while you continue to work on him. Your head bobbing half way down his length, sucking on him like a straw, the slavia mixed precum making a warm mess against him. Your tongue massages his shaft as your head bobs faster and you suck harder. The sounds of spit against skin echoing off of the walls. His groans turn into broken moans and the sounds of his pleasure causes your cunt to ache.

You pull away from him a strong gasp leaving your mouth as you search for air. You don’t stay separated from him for too long as your lips find the base of his dick, your hot desperate breaths cause him to jolt slightly and yank hopelessly within his restraints. Your tongue slides sloppily around him in clouded praise. Your pleading glass eyes lock with his lustfully dark piercing blues and you smile with pride up at him.

“Such a pretty thing.” You mock his typical praises as you start to teasingly pump him again.

“You are.” He fires back through gritted teeth. Your hair brushes against him slightly as you crane your neck up to look at him with a prideful grin. As you continue to pump you let his head rest against closed lips. “Such a pretty girl. Let me touch you, pretty girl.” He begs and you just shake your head as you open your mouth. He falls perfectly against your tongue and groans at the warmth of your mouth.

“I know you want me to, I can see it in the way you squirm. Let me rip off that confining lace and treat you how I promised.” He mewled with grit. Your beat red chest, your soft hair, your plump wet lips; there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that the heat radiating off your body would cause him to melt. He wanted his hands on you, he wanted to explore the familiar terrain of your body. He thrashed against the cuffs, unable to consider another way out. He needed to feel you, he was desperate to touch you.

You moaned in satisfaction as you revel in his struggle, “This might be a bad time, but I have no idea where the keys to those things are.” He grunts in annoyance as he is left completely and utterly helpless. “Just relax, baby. Let me take care of the rest.” You reassure him with a coo as you take him into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his head as you suck.

“F-Fuck.” The curse breaks as it falls from his lips. Your tongue massages his tip and he moans, “Fuck, (Y/N).” He calls out your name without shame as he jolts forward.

In one swift movement you take more of him as you suck. You remind yourself to breathe through your nose and to not get caught up in the noises he’s making or how uncomfortable wet lace was. Your cheeks hollow out as you work your magic, your tongue pressed firmly against him.

“Fucking shit, (Y/N). You’re so good, so good.” He manages to praise as his head rolls back. Dirty strung out whimpers falling from his lips before he looks back at you, watching you take more of him. You suck deeper and a gravely groan makes its way through his clenched jaw.

You pick up your pace as his nails dig into the palms of his hands. He’s lost in a fog and regardless of the fact that his eyes were trained on you he still couldn’t find you. He tugs against cuffs again and the slight creek of the swivel sparks a sense of relief in him. That joy doesn’t last long as it is replaced with another as you moan against him. Your tongue massages his shaft as you look up at him with big doe eyes and tears begin to bead on your lower lashes.

He groans as he struggles to keep his eyes open as his dick twitches in your mouth. It causes you to gag, but you push forward and continue to suck. A mix of gibberish and sweet nothings fall from his lips as you take a deep breath through your nose and push yourself down his cock. You take all of him with a triumphant groan and his hips jolt pushing himself deeper down your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, such a good girl.” Your throat pulsates around him as it molds to him. You lift off of him slightly to bob your head up and down on his length, gagging ever so slightly as your lungs search for air. Tears start to fall from your eyes but the corners of your mouth curl upward with pride. “Jesus H. Christ.” He groaned and he swore up and down that you were an angel. He had never been so grateful to choke on his own words.

His dick twitched again and his abdomen began to ache as it tightened. A tingling heat shot up his torso as he fought every urge in his muscles to thrust up into you. Your warm saliva is an aphrodisiac that you rubbed into him as your tongue kept a strong pressure against him. “Fuck, baby, I’m-.”

Your eyes told him everything he needed to know as his face scrunched up in pleasure and his balls ached as he reached his peak. “Fuck, (Y/N).” He sloppily thrust into your mouth as his cum shoots down your throat. You slowly make your way back to his head gasping for breath while he pants, trying to catch up from his high. The only thing still connecting you to him is a strand of saliva mixed with his cum.

You rested on your legs as you tried to teach yourself how to breathe again. You swallow as you coax the rest of his cum down your throat, two fingers find your lips as you break the strand and push your fingers into your mouth. You place your fingers in your mouth and suck as his eyes find yours.

“So good for me.” You tease as you fall back onto your ass. You keep your thighs shut as your legs stretch out to meet him. You take your time to catch your breath. Your chest rising and falling with each breath as you wiped the dried tears from your cheeks.

You were taunting him and you didn’t even know it. He tugs on the cuffs again and he feels that swivel begin to give. You scold him by sending him a glare and it fuels something in him. You shakily bring yourself to your feet and his body lurches forward in an effort to offer you support. You don’t take it and falter, your legs half asleep. He groans in agony as he roughly tugs on the cuffs again.

Your hand finds the desk as you steady yourself with a chuckle, “I’m alright, dear. Quit tugging on those things, you're going to break your wrists. Let me find a key or a bobby pin and I’ll have you out in a jiff and I’ll run you a hot bath-.”

He cuts you off, “You don’t honestly think I’m done with you, do you?” You smirk as a little hum escapes from your damp lips.

“You don’t look like you can go anywhere, so I think it’s best if you watch your tongue.”

“My tongue? You’re the one digging your own grave.” He challenged you, he crept under your skin, and he took pride in it as your brows furrowed together in playful distress. You were taking the bait.

“What are you going to do, my dear heart? Take those cuffs off and teach me a lesson?” You step back and rest against his desk, venom to your words as you spoke and a bite to your movements as you trailed a hand up your side. He bit his lip; as your hand danced up your chest and settled on your heart. Your fingers start to creep up your neck and stop as you throw your head back, “Oh, Leon.” You moan as you spread your legs slightly, “Right there, please, Leon.” His knuckles are white as you tease him with just your voice. You were stupidly mocking a starved man.

“Leon, Leon, Leon.” You pant out his name as your eyes locked with his harsh glare. You barely heard the snap before you saw him on his feet. Your mind didn’t even have time to tell your body to react before you were pinned against the desk, grabby hands holding your hips against him as his lips collided against yours. Your teeth nearly smack together as he devours you, stealing the air from your lungs. You go rigid before cowering against him, relaxing as you snaked your arms around his neck.

He drank the moan from your throat as he tasted hints of himself on your lips. His tongue made its way into your mouth as it coiled around your own. He sucked as he felt your knees buckle against him. A deep chuckle racks its way up his throat as he pulls away from you. You whine as his hand cups your face.

“My name is going to be the only thing you can say by sunrise.”

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