#Leon Kennedy x reader x Ashley graham

[ellieslaces]

NOTHING’S GONNA HURT YOU, BABY.

featuring: leon kennedy x fem!agent!reader x ashley graham

synopsis: ashley graham's biggest weakness is attractive people, especially kind, attractive people. she was not expecting to be saved by two of the hottest, kindest people she'd ever met, much less to end up crushing on the both of them

content warnings: harsh language; mentions of violence; tension; lots of flirtatious banter; ashley shooting her shot for an entire fic basically; mentions of reader being bisexual; light smut; kissing (f!f & f!m); one bed trope; forced proximity; no real smut bc idk how to write a threesome :(

notes: takes place on the way back from Spain (technically post RE4R); one bed-ish trope (r&leon share a bed, and a room with ashley); ashley is sort of confused about her sexuality; semi-established relationship (r&leon); really more of a sibling dynamic between ashley and leon (it sounds weird, but its balanced in the actual fic, i promise)

word count: 6.13k (i’m so sorry)

chloe talks: was this entirely inspired by @postersofleon ? yeah, i read this post a week or so ago and i'm losin' sleep over it. so full credits to @postersofleon for the plot! luv their lil' drabble :) also, sorry this isn't more of a threesome fic. if it were a triple female threesome, i could work with that, but add a dick into it, i'm clueless. anyways, enjoy ashley fumbling for this whole fic (luv her, i just can't help embarrassing her shes so cute). also, please appreciate this, i wrote around 80% of this while i was supposed to be studying for an exam. that’s on adhd and procrastination :)

now playing: Nohings Gonna Hurt You Baby; Cigarettes After Sex

It is entirely possible that blondes were, indeed, your weakness. Sure, over the years, you'd come to realize there was something especially alluring about lighter hair - possibly the way it reminded you of the sun, or how each strand looked like spun gold. Although, what seemed to seal your fate was the ever dangerous pairing of blonde hair and blue eyes. Oh, how alluring and damning was the color of icy blue coupled with silvery, silken strands.

For a time, you believed your weakness was encompassed only within your field partner, Leon S. Kennedy. God, how handsome was that agent. Not only handsome, but brave, and kind - awkwardly so, but it really is the principle of the thing. It was painstakingly obvious to everyone, other than Leon it seemed, that you were completely and forlornly in love with him. It seemed you were equally as blind to the evidence that Leon Kennedy was also miserably in love with you.

But the one person who noticed it upon first glance was Ashley Graham. Not only for the clear obviousness of the situation, but because the feeling was entirely, and unfortunately mutual. And it was this girl who also awoke the realization within you that Leon was not the only blonde-haired, blue-eyed person you found enticing.

Though, you were not the only one in this clandestine triad who had an impending weakness for certain types of people. No, you were not, Ashley had an Achilles heel for graciously kind people. Not just kind, but attractive. Not in a shallow or superficial way, but to say more that a person would catch her eye. She had no pre-existing physical type - no particular hair color, eye color, or even height preference. Just that they be kind. And much to the First Daughter's dismay, you were both horribly kind. In your own respective ways, of course.

Leon — as aforementioned — was awkwardly kind, despite how well he meant. He never knew exactly how to word his concern, or how to come about comforting someone. It was usually said in simple phrases such as “you okay?” or in way of one of many snarky comments he had stored in the deep recesses of his mind. Ashley thought he was funny; sometimes.

You, on the other hand, were painfully sweet to her. Always reassuring her that she was okay, and you were going to keep her safe. Field medic, that’s how Leon explained your role in her rescue. You were there to keep her and Leon healthy and in one piece, which you were startlingly good at. Any bruise or cut she procured was immediately treated by your sweet disposition and skilled hands. She liked how gentle you were with her.

So yes, Leon was kind in an awkward manner, and you were kind in a practical sense. And that devastating combination was her inevitable downfall.

From the moment you and Leon found her in that church, she knew she was fucked. Because, how could people look that good while doing the sort of jobs you had? There was no way, no way she would ever be able to form coherent sentences around you two. But, somehow, by some miracle, she got on with you both quite well. Despite the obvious moments of third-wheel-ism because you and Leon were so close.

There where multiple reoccurring occasions where Ashley suspected the pair of you may be together. Or at least fucking on the side. Because no two people who are just partners have that dynamic. The constant tension, the way Leon could be protective or even overbearing sometimes. The way you would rush to his side to patch up his wounds — no matter how small and minuscule they were — after a fight. Sometimes, despite how endearing it could be, Ashley was annoyed. Sure, you two had known each other for an extended period of time and had just met Ashley that day. But, it became so aggravating when you would consult each other without the inclusion of Ashley.

Many times you would apologize to her, expressing how sorry you were for leaving her out of conversations or hypothetical battle plans. It wasn’t that either of you thought she was stupid or couldn’t handle it. No, it was more along the lines that you were used to it just being the two of you. There was rarely ever a third party involved — other than Hunnigan chatting away in your ear pieces of course — in these types of situations.

Ashely was smitten, to put it lightly. She’d made several attempts to quote-unquote ‘shoot her shot’ with Leon. Little comments of how brave he was, how thankful she was for his saving her. Even calling him her ‘hero’ on one occasion or another. His name had posted permanent residence in her vocabulary it seemed.

However, her means of flattery with you was completely different. She was a little more bold with you, seeing as you were more of an open person than Leon was. She partook in the cliche, yet never failing flirtatious mannerisms — simple touches, giggling at your jokes, or simply sticking to your side in dangerous situations. It wasn’t that you didn’t notice, no, you just turned a conscious blind eye to it all. Ashley was a college girl, a sorority girl, a privileged girl. She was probably used to using flattery to get what she wanted, to gain the attention she so desperately thrived on.

Though as your time in the hostile Spanish village went on, you came to realize that it wasn’t superficial, Ashley’s flattery toward you and your field partner. Absolutely not, far from it. You realized after Leon had carried her to Luis’ laboratory and you managed to get the machine working to expel the parasite from her body, that Ashley was totally and completely smitten with the pair of you. She was attached in the worst way. And that would be your inevitable downfall.

Leon was consciously blind to it. Your partner — no matter his selfless tendencies and his awkwardly kind nature — was melancholic. He had a firm belief he was predestined to be miserable. That there was always another shoe waiting to drop. He didn’t deserve happiness, peace, love, a good life. So, he ignored it. He ignored how Ashley was equally as taken with him as she was with you. He didn’t bring it up, he didn’t even act like he noticed. Oh, but you did.

You saw the attachment so clearly by the time the three of you had managed to escape the crumbling island via Ada Wong’s gifted jet ski that Ashely was so attached to the pair of you. She’d offered positions on her own personal detail to you, claiming she could put a word in with her father. Denials were made, kind smiles and the shaking of heads. Too kind of an offer and you liked your jobs, is what you’d told her. That wasn’t at all what you were thinking though.

Post a Hunnigan meltdown over your earpieces, the three of you were told to stay the night in a shabby, rundown little local hotel in a larger town a couple dozen miles south of the village. Still in Spain, still tired, still craving a warm shower. One room, two beds. Great, one of you was stuck sleeping with someone. Ashely offered for one of you to have a bed to yourself, she’d sleep with the other. Not a great idea. You and Leon — having spent many awkward and difficult missions together, so this was not strange to either one of you — decided on giving Ashley a bed to herself and taking the other together

If you’d been alone, oh how your lovestruck little heart would have burst. Sharing a bed with Leon Kennedy, the object of your affection. The sole performer in your wildest — and wettest — dreams. But you weren’t alone. Ashley was in the room, a matter of feet away, in her own double sized bed.

If she hadn’t been — to be vulgar and completely honest — nothing would have stopped you from fucking him then and there. The tension between the pair of you had been growing thicker since your arrival in Spain. It was thick, painfully so, and also horrifically obvious not only to you, but yet again, to Ashley. For the longer stretch of the mission, she’d expected a grand confession at any moment. A breakdown caused by a dangerous situation that ensued a moment of emotional and even physical vulnerability. But, to her dismay and yours, that never happened. Because, above all things, Leon was professional for a lack of a better word. He wasn’t going to allow his emotions to jeopardize the mission.

And so no breakdown of emotional distress and vulnerability played out. No confession of hearts bleeding for the other were cried out. Part of you was glad it hadn’t happened that way. But the larger part of your soul which was dedicated to Leon had wished it had. You longed for the day he realized he needed you too. But, to maintain professionalism and dignity, neither of you made such admissions.

Warm showers were taken in rotation in the tiny excuse for a bathroom. The shower was small and permanently stained with grime, but really was clean as the owner swore. The shower head was one of the older ones from the seventies that made the water come out in a dribble, then a forceful rainfall that hurt your back. The toiletries provided by the hotel were small and cheap, but you were clean. That’s all that mattered.

Sans dried blood and grime, you sat on Ashley’s bed, cross legged as you patched up each one of her injuries. Ashley had been the first to shower, after a fifteen minute debate with the two of you over who should go first. She had a few bandages and exposed scrapes that needed to be re-cleaned. So, with gentle hands you did so as Leon took use of his turn to shower.

“Looks good, no signs of infection so far. But, like I said before, I can’t tell too much without the right equipment.” You reassured Ashely as you finished patching up a cut on her arm and began to put your first aid kit back together.

“Thanks,” Ashley nodded, inspecting her scrape riddled skin. Small bruises and surface cuts were beginning to make their appearance, telltale signs of the brutality the three of you had endured in that village.

“Let me know if you feel feverish or see any swelling. That could mean infection.” You offered, being kind but stern.

“‘Kay,” the girl nodded, smiling up at you as you let out a sigh, leaning back on your hands on the bed.

You looked at her, smiling softly as your head tilted to the side a little. “Need me to kiss it better?”

At this, Ashley’s eyes went wide, her cheeks dusted with pink. You felt a little bad then, you just tried to ease the tension. “S’okay, Ashley. I was just playing.” You laughed, your tone lighthearted as you placed a gentle hand on her knee with an equally gentle smile.

It seemed the touch was worst than the comment. Ashley’s entire face went aflame, her eyes wide, and large as she stared at you. An uneasy ache settled in your chest, uncertainty lingering in the air as your smile faded. The initial shock between the pair of you didn’t last long as the door to the bathroom swung open.

“Jesus, you could’ve left me some hot water.” Leon grumbled as he stepped out into the room, lips downturned and brows etched in an annoyed frown.

The three of you were now paused as Leon’s eyes fell on you and Ashely — or more-so on the hand that rested on Ashley’s knee. Reality seemed to snap into place all at once for you, yanking your hand back and standing up.

“Let me check you out.” You mumbled, clearing your throat as you picked up the first aid kit and took residence on your own bed.

“No, I’m fine. Check on Ashley,” Leon shook his head, damp blond strands sticking to his forehead.

“Already did. Just finished. Your turn, whether you like it or not.” You stated, your tone final as you looked up at Leon, brows raised.

The agent let out a huff of agitation, grumbling something indiscernible as he sat down on the bed beside you. You began to gently inspect Leon's wounds- some small, others more intense. Despite his prior hesitation to be taken care of, he was stoic about it all. He sat still, unmoving, silent as you worked to disinfect and cover each wound with fresh bandages. The silence in the room was loud, startlingly uncomfortable as you patched Leon up.

A quick glance over at Ashley as you finished bandaging a deep cut that you'd quickly stitched up on the field showed her wide eyes. Wide baby blue focused on the way your fingers gently worked, how graceful and careful they were again the alabaster tone of Leon's skin.

"Doing okay over there, blondie?” Leon inquired, a small smirk playing on his face as he spotted Ashley's startling gaze on the wounds decorating his skin. He had mistook her fascination of your hands as nervousness of his wounds. But you knew. You could tell what her gaze meant.

"Oh, yeah. M'fine." Ashley recovered very quickly, to your surprise. Well, maybe it wasn't just your hands that had her enraptured, Leon was sitting on the bed, shirtless.

"Alright, hero-boy, all better." You smiled at Leon as you patted his bicep - earning a small, almost inaudible grumble from him - and moving to close your medical kit. You stood, tucking away in your pack and let out a sigh. "’Kay, l for one, am fucking exhausted."

“Yeah, me too,” Ashely murmured, an aura of discomfort still radiating from her. She offered a kind, if not awkward smile to the pair of you before settling into the bed, pulling the overs over her shoulders. “G’night.”

“‘Night,” you smiled, shuffling over to the bed you and Leon were sharing. You sat down on the edge, eyes trained on the back of Ashley’s head — the blonde hair, how it shimmered against the dim light of the single lamp in the room. You felt almost as if you weren’t really there.

“Need me to check you?” Leon asked, snapping you back to reality. You jolted a bit, looking at him from over your shoulder.

“Oh, nah, I’m okay.” You shook your head, clearing your throat as you settled into the bed, flicking off the lamp.

“Okay,” Leon shrugged, getting into the bed too, still in just a pair of pants. Everyone was in the barest of clothing. You in a tank top and underwear — Ashely in the same. It was all you had. All your clothes were soiled with dirt, and grime, and blood.

Thinking of nothing in particular, you laid there, staring up at the ceiling of the dark room. The walls creaked every once in a while, odd drafts filtered in from cracks in the ceiling or from the window. It was too quiet. And it stayed that way for a long while.

“Everything okay with Ashley?” Leon asked, his voice quiet, as not to wake the subject of conversation.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” You mumbled back, turning your head. He, too, was on his back. Both of you too afraid to face each other in bed, seeming too personal. “Why?”

“Just making sure.” His response was quiet, a little too nonchalant, as if he’d forced it to be casual. “It was awkward earlier.”

“Earlier?” You decided to play dumb, despite knowing that Leon wouldn’t believe it. He was well aware you knew what he was talking about. The touch. How Ashley had frozen when you’d touched her leg.

“Whatever, play stupid.” He scoffed with a half smile — a knowing smile. The bastard. “Just saying, she seems attached to you.”

“Oh, and she’s not with you, her hero?” You bit back with a hint of humor. Your voices were still low, hoping Ashely was asleep — or she couldn’t hear you if she wasn’t.

Leon laughed quietly, a rough scoff sound that echoed in your ears. You smiled at little at that sound. “Whatever you say,”

You frowned, gaining the confidence to shuffle onto your side, facing him as you contemplated what that simple, yet heavy ‘whatever’ meant. “What do you mean, whatever?”

Leon sighed, rolling onto his side to face you too. His eyes, still so blue even in the darkness of the motel room, bore into yours. It seemed he didn’t carry the same awkward feeling about this topic as you did. Or, maybe he did and he just hid it exceptionally well. But knowing him, that didn’t seem right.

“She’s just attached to you. Always at your side, or chatting your ear off. And what the hell was with that earlier?” He continued, brows furrowed in their eternal frown.

“I was patching her up. Making sure none of her cuts were infected.” You half shrugged, trying to play it off as something simple, even though it was so complex.

“She looked like she wanted to kiss you or something.”

“Oh, my God,” you rolled your eyes, trying to push away the way your chest tightened at the though. “You’re so fucking dramatic. She wasn’t gonna kiss me.”

“Okay,” Leon shrugged, his tone final and casually dismissive. Like he was finished talking about it. Like he didn’t believe you but didn’t want to say so.

“She was not going to kiss me.” You pushed, voice quiet yet firm. Your own brows were pulled into a frown, like what he’d said was offensive.

But it wasn’t. Kissing Ashley wasn’t a bad thought. It wasn’t as if you’d never kissed another girl before. The first time you had was in the training program for USSTRATCOM, your training partner who made you realize that all girls don’t look at other girls that way. She was the first, others followed.

Ashley was pretty, very pretty. Tall, pretty lips, and the blonde hair, blue eye thing, of course. Kissing her wouldn’t be so bad, really. It would probably be very nice. But nothing like kissing Leon, though.

“Okay.” Leon said again, shifting to lay on his back again, letting his eyes close. The finality of it all aggravated you. So, you asked him a question maybe you shouldn’t have.

“What if she did?” You asked, eyes narrowed and trained on him. A smile bloomed on your face at the way his eyes opened, his brows furrowing deeper at your question.

“What about it? It’s not my business.” Leon grumbled. But the tone he used made it wound like it was very much his business.

“M’kay.” You nodded, quietly celebrating to the way you’d seemed to have stumped him, surprised him.

For a moment, he didn’t respond. He stared at the ceiling, and you stared at him. It was deadly quiet, the rhythmic sound of Ashley’s breathing the sole sound in the room.

“Did you want her to?” Leon asked, mumbling quietly. His eyes stayed on the ceiling, as if he were afraid to look you in the eye when you answered. Afraid you had an answer he wouldn’t like.

“I dunno.” You admitted, honestly. You didn’t know, truly you didn’t. Kissing Ashely wouldn’t be so bad, but you hardly knew the girl. Not to mention her heavy attachment to you. It could get worse if she kissed you.

Leon nodded, not sure of how to answer your admission. He laid there, your eyes on him as you laid on your side. You wished so desperately for him to kiss you, or hold you, or do something. It was painful, the thought that he didn’t feel the same.

“Would that bother you?” You dared to ask, voice so low it was almost inaudible as you spoke.

Leon was still quiet for a long moment, maybe considering whether to answer seriously or with his usual dry humor. The latter won. “Not something I’d wanna walk in on.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Why? Because we’re girls?”

“Because she’d be kissing you.” He responding, saying it lightly, like the meaning of that simple sentence wasn’t the heaviest thing you’d ever heard.

Your mind did circles, your heart raced. Did he mean that because you were his partner? Or did he mean it out of jealousy. God, you hoped it was jealousy.

“What do you mean by that?” You questioned, voice apprehensive and unsure.

Leon shrugged, a soft, unintelligible grunt falling from his lips. He didn’t look over at you, his eyes still trained on the ceiling. The nagging feeling that was ever present in your chest worsened. The silence was deafening, painful. Then, finally, he spoke.

“It’d just be weird. It’s Ashely, it’d be weird.” He mumbled, like even he didn’t believe his own answer.

Leon’s words befuddled you, made you frown in contemplation. “Because it’s Ashley? What you mean by that?”

“I mean it’s Ashley. It’d be weird.” He repeated, not clarifying at all. This annoyed you.

Eyes narrowed, lips in a line, you scoffed. “Thanks for the explanation.”

“Anytime,” Leon clipped back playfully. But you were in no playful mood.

You huffed, Leon picking up on your attitude as you sat up in bed. “Seriously, what’d you mean by that?”

Leon let out a scoff of his own, rolling his eyes as he looked over at you. “I mean it’s just a weird thought. You and Ashley. We, we just met her, okay?”

“Oh,” you nodded, wishing you hadn’t jumped to your own conclusions internally. You’d thought he meant it was weird because she wasn’t him. Or maybe that he wanted to kiss you. Not such a simple and obvious answer.

“Yeah,” he nodded, letting out a small sigh to stifle a yawn. “Look, can we get some sleep now? Kinda have a long trip home tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry.” You mumbled, lying back down on your back, eyes on the cracked ceiling once again.

It was quiet again, the discomfort of silence present once more as Ashley slept in the bed next to yours, and Leon tired to sleep beside you. Your mind buzzed with a thousand variations of the same question: why did Leon actually care so damn much?

“Go to sleep. You think too loud.” Leon grumbled, shifting to lay on his side, back facing you.

“At least some of us think,” you quipped quietly, earning a scoff of a laugh from him before he went silent for the final time that night.

Of course Leon woke up at dawn. The asscrack of fucking dawn. And it wasn’t like he was quiet either. Shuffling of his feet as he stumbled to the bathroom, the sink creaking on. You tried so hard to stay asleep, but your stupid internal alarm clock was ringing too. Oh to be in D.C. where it was still dark.

“C’mon, get up. We need to get moving.” Leon said, his voice somewhat gentle as he rested a hand on your shoulder once he’d emerged from the bathroom, fully changed.

“I’m up. You’re loud.” You mumbled, voice muffled as you pressed your face into the pillow.

“Jesus,” Leon whispered under his breath. “Even Ashely’s up.”

“Good for her,” you nestled deeper into the pillow, hearing a second set of footsteps head toward the bathroom. Less than five short seconds later, Leon yanked the covers from your body, sending a muffled yelp from your lips.

“Up, we need to move.” Leon said again, giving your leg a small shake as you grumbled on about a lack of sleep. His gentleness was gone now, replaced by urgency.

Technically, you were still on ‘enemy grounds’. You weren’t safe until you were back on U.S. soil, and even then there carried a risk with Ashley in tow.

So, with more sour encouragement from Leon, you got up and changed into your now dry clothes. Once Ashely used up her turn in the bathroom, you took yours. And not long after, the three of you were heading back toward the lobby of the shabby motel.

You managed to convince Leon to stick around for an extra thirty minutes for a shitty cooked breakfast in the sad excuse for a dining room where the motel offered complimentary breakfast.

Once full of frozen scrambled eggs, stale toast, and really bad coffee, the three of you were on the move once more. It was tricky, getting home like this. Hunnigan had promised that of you made it to a certain location a few miles north of the motel, there would be a chopper waiting to pick you up. Hunnigan hadn’t failed you yet, so you didn’t doubt her.

“How much further?” Ashley asked, her brows creased, forehead already glistening with sweat as the three of you walked through the winding streets of a small village as you had been for the past few hours.

“Not too much. Tired?” You asked, slowing your steps to walk alongside the girl.

She nodded, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. Sympathy panged in your chest — Ashley wasn’t built for this like you and Leon were. The two of you had trained for exhausting situations such as these, she had not. You frowned.

“Need some water?” You asked gently, holding out a canteen from your belt. Ashley nodded vigorously, taking the canteen and drinking deeply.

You motioned to Leon to stop for a moment, he frowned, but did nonetheless. You stood with Ashley as she drank, taking a break before going back to drinking the water.

“Thanks,” she smiled, handing the canteen back to you — now half empty. “Sorry, I drank a lot.”

“That’s okay. Can’t have you passing out on us now, can we?” You smiled, taking a sip yourself before latching it back on your belt.

Leon, noticing that Ashely was finished with her break, began walking again. You and Ashely followed, keeping a small bit of distance between you and Leon.

“Hey, I um, I overheard you and Leon talking last night. Not everything, but some of it.” Ashley confessed, her voice a bit hesitant.

“Oh, that so? What’d you hear exactly?” You asked casually, worry springing in your chest.

“Just, I’m sorry because I know you guys have a like, groove or whatever. And I mess it up and I make it weird.”

You frowned for a moment, thinking about her words. Then it hit you — she didn’t hear about the kissing discussion, just the last bit about her being new to the trio.

“Oh, Ashely. You don’t make anything weird. Leon and I… we weren’t talking about you making things weird.” You promised, lips curved downward as you and Ashley walked behind Leon.

“Then why’d Leon say that?” Ashely asked, the insecurity obvious in her voice.

You hesitated, unsure whether or not to say it to her face. That he’d thought you two were going to kiss. After a moment of consideration — and seeing Ashely’s sad, curious eyes — you decided to just say it. Consequences be damned.

“Because he thought you were going to try to kiss me. When he came out of the bathroom last night.” You explained gently, shrugging as if it weren’t a big deal. When it kind of was.

The girl was quiet for a long moment, her brows creased, lips turned downward. She swallowed, looking back at you from where she’d been staring at her feet. “And he meant it’d be weird if I did kiss you?”

“Yeah, that’s what he meant. Not because we’re girls,” you were quick to interject your previous statement. “But because it’s just… that you and I don’t really know each other that well.”

Ashley nodded, walking beside you as you followed Leon along the uneven stone paths. Every once in a while, he’d glance backward to make sure you weren’t lingering behind or somehow gotten lost.

“Okay,” one simple word carried such finality. It shook you — Ashley was uncomfortable.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel weird. I just wanted to be honest.” You tried to explain gently but firmly. You didn’t want her to think you were strange.

“You didn’t make me feel weird.” Ashely shook her head, eyes squinting in the mid-afternoon sun as she looked over at you.

You smiled a little, relieved you hadn’t put her off or made her uncomfortable. That really was the last thing you wanted. “Good,”

The three of you continued to walk along, and a little further up, you demanded a break. Leon huffed, claiming you didn’t have time for a break. But the sun was warm and you were quickly running out of water.

So, you stopped for a quick fifteen minutes before setting off again. Leon was walking much quicker than before — dead set on getting to the extraction point before sundown. Which was very much possible as you were a mere four miles away.

There was a chopper waiting, just as Hunnigan had promised. God, you’d mentally decided to name your first born after her, so thankful to finally leave Spain and sit your ass down.

You sat beside Leon in the back compartment of the chopper, all three of you sporting massive headsets to protect your ears. You chatted away with the pilot — a friend of Hunnigan’s named Danny who was funny, and reminded you of the late Mike who died in pursuit of getting you and Leon out of trouble in the village.

With the promise of a good meal and actual hot showers, Danny flew the three of you home. You were busy looking outside the chopper when Leon nudged your knee with his, earning a slightly venomous glare from you before he pointed to Ashley. Who was dead asleep across from you.

The ride back to D.C. was long, around six hours. Most of which were spent talking with Danny or falling asleep, slumped against Leon’s shoulder. Around twenty minutes before you were set to land — you and Leon had been previously discussing what you were doing first, eating, sleeping, or showering — you shook Ashley awake.

The poor thing was groggy and half asleep as you all filed off the chopper and bid goodbye to Danny — whom you’d made a promise to meet up with and have drinks in honor of Mike at his favorite bar he’d mentioned before he tragically died.

A government issued SUV waited for you, instructing the three of you to pile into the back so you could be taken straight to the President, then to testing. Which you put up a damn good fight. Who the fuck cared about testing? You were hungry and tired and dehydrated as hell. Leon shut you up quick though, despite not being happy about the arrangement himself.

Unfortunately, the car ride was around a half an hour. The driver — not as intimidating had he’d first appeared — flicked between radio stations ntil he landed on one he knew was Ahsley’s favorite. (Apparently he’d been the one to drive Ashely to college, so he knew what music she liked).

Much to Ashely’s dismay and deathly embarrassment, the fucking Backstreet Boys were playing. The driver turned it up, also having the knowledge that this particular track was one of Ashley’s favorites.

Unfortunately, you knew the lyrics too. You mumbled along with them, Leon biting back a smile at how ridiculous his own field partner could be.

“You like the Backstreet Boys?” Ashely asked, her cheeks a bit warm as you bopped your head to the beat and hummed along.

“Nah, but don’t be embarrassed.” You shook your head, smiling at the girl who was sitting between you and Leon.

“Music is music, blondie.” Leon agreed, nodding his head with your positive attitude. He looked back over Ashely’s head at you, trying hard not to smile at your antics. God, you could be so stupidly immature sometimes.

“Oh,” Ashley mumbled, slinking down further in her seat as the driver made the final turn and parked the SUV.

Leon exited first, then Ashley, and you to follow up the rear. You and Leon were armed, still charged with protecting Ashely, no matter the fact that you were indeed on U.S. soil again, and at the White House. The President didn’t greet you outside to your surprise, but you were ushered immediately to his office.

There he was reunited with his daughter, the emotional moment making you have to quietly clear your throat because it even choked you up to see Ashley so happy to see her father again.

You and Leon were thanked profusely, promised your compensation and the highest of honors and awards. To which you didn’t really want (except the money, fuck, you wanted the money), but you knew better than to even try to deny.

With that, you and Leon were quickly dismissed, told you were being led to government testing to be sure you really were clear of the parasites. You gave Ashley a quick goodbye smile and hug, Leon giving her a pat on the shoulder, telling her to behave herself.

She looked so unsure, so strange standing in the Oval Office, clothes grimy and blood stained, hair mussed as she watched you and Leon being escorted from the room.

The First Daughter felt a strange sort of emptiness in her chest then, watching you leave. Her brows furrowed as her father spoke incessantly to her about how worried he’d been and how much he missed her. You were agents, assigned to bring her home and leave. No more, no less. So why was she so devastated to see you go?

Of course, you felt a little sad to leave the girl behind. Despite spending only around forty-eight hours with Ashley, you found yourself realizing you’d miss her. Her smile and her comments and her laugh. The way she always asked if you were alright when you should have been doing so to her. How she tried her hardest to defend you and Leon, despite her chronic helplessness.

These things were not spoken to Leon though as you two walked out of the White House together, followed by guards back to the SUV you’d arrived in. But, even though you didn’t say it, you knew Leon felt it too. Somehow, in forty-eight short hours, Ashley had left a mark on you. The both of you. And you missed her already.

“Wait!” You stopped in your tracks, you and Leon almost simultaneously looking over your shoulder to see Ashley running out of the White House after you. She was panting, trying to catch up.

She ran to Leon first, wrapping her arms around his neck, taking the agent by such surprise it made him stumble backwards a bit. Leon wasn’t much of a hugger, you knew this personally. But, despite the action being hesitant and awkward, he hugged her back.

After a few moments — which you knew in your bones were long for Leon — he gave her a quick pat on the back. Ashely took the motion in stride and unlinked herself, smiling at him.

Then, she turned to you. Of course, you expected a hug as well, and you got one. She wrapped her arms around your neck too, you wrapped your arms around her middle, hugging her back with no hesitation. But what you hadn’t expected, was for her to lean back and press a kiss to your lips.

You paused, frozen, eyes wide as Ashley kissed you. What the fuck? She wasn’t a bad kisser, actually. You felt a little bad, not kissing her back as Ashley pulled away, letting go of you and taking a step back. You sort of wished you had kissed her back. But, as the girl stood there, she held no contempt for the fact that you hadn’t. She knew she’d taken you by complete surprise.

“Thank you, both of you. I know I already said it, but thank you for saving my life. It, it means a lot.” Ashely said, her lips — which had been as soft as you thought they were — curved in a sweet smile. Baby blue eyes darted between you and Leon.

Leon who was as shocked as you that Ashley had kissed you with such little hesitation. He was still recovering as well.

Ashely said no more, just offering one last wide smile before turning around and walking away. Her guard — which had followed her outside, running behind her — escorted her. She didn’t even look back, didn’t get a second look at the still shocked look on your face.

“Holy fuck,” you said finally, looking away from Ashley’s retreating figure to look at Leon. He was shocked as well, brows raised as he blinked for a moment.

“Yep, that was weird.” Leon mumbled, nodding as if in affirmation. He said no more, turning around and walking to the SUV, leaving you in momentary silence.

You blinked yourself back to the present, realizing Leon’s comment. You frowned, turning and quickly walking to the SUV as well. “So I didn’t just have a dehydration induced hallucination? She actually kissed me?”

“She actually kissed you,” Leon nodded as he buckled in the SUV, you climbing in and sitting beside him. The car started and rolled out of the parking lot.

“Oh my God.” You said, brows raised, shaking your head. You were unsure of what else there really was to say. You were at a total loss for words.

“Fucking weird.” Leon shook his head, whispering again.

This caused you to look over at him, brows raised. “Why? Because we’re girls?” You brought up your challenge from the previous night, knowing full well you’d get the same damn response.

“No, because it's you.”

You frowned deeper, lips downturned. Oh, you liked a good fucking challenge. “You think I’m like, un-kissable, or something, Kennedy?”

Leon rolled his eyes, exhaustion obviously catching up to him. He looked tired — physically and mentally. “I didn’t say that. It’s just weird.”

“See, that’s not an explanation. Just like it wasn’t last night.” You chided, eyes narrowed.

“Christ,” Leon mumbled under his breath as shook his head, clearly regretting ever speaking in the last five minutes. “It’s just weird to see my partner being kissed like that.”

You took this as your chance, a grin forming on your lips. “By another girl? Or just in general?”

“General.” Leon responded, obviously not caring of how bored it sounded.

“Jealous or something?” You challenged further, lips pulled in a shit-eating grin.

Oh you’d gotten him there. You could tell by the way Leon’s shoulders tensed and his too casual expression that he was, indeed, sickeningly jealous. An idea — stupid, one that may ruin your dynamic — popped into your head.

You turned your body to face Leon in the backseat, grinning as he frowned at your sudden closeness. With no hesitation or moment for him to react, you leaned forward and kissed him. Square on the mouth. It must be a thing for blondes to have really soft lips.

Leon didn’t say a word, didn’t pull back, didn’t move. He just let you kiss him. Which was strange in and of itself. You placed a hand on his cheek, him a hand on the back of your neck. Eureka, he’d wanted to kiss you all along. Fuck yes, that’s all you could think.

Leon was a decent kisser too, a really good kisser actually. You scooched a little closer, allowing him to hold you by the back of your neck, your body relaxed against his as if it were natural to do so.

Was this what Ashely was feeling when she’d kissed you? Absolute elation and joy? You didn’t let yourself wonder too much, getting swept up in the fact that you were kissing Leon. His hand was gentle yet firm on the back of your neck, your hand on his cheek drifting down to rest against his chest. This moment, God you wished it could last forever.

Which unfortunately, it didn’t. You heard someone clear their throat, the driver looking at you through the rear view mirror. You pulled back, cheeks a little warm. You must look like some sort of girl. Someone who got around maybe. First the First Daughter had kissed you, now you were verging on making out with your field partner in the backseat of a government vehicle.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, pulling away from Leon and sitting back on the seat.

Leon scoffed to himself, letting his hand fall from where it’d been resting on the back of your neck. “You’re stupid,”

“Excuse me?” You let out a small laugh. You’d kissed him and he was calling you stupid? What the hell?

“I can’t believe it took you that long to realize.” Leon shook his head, making you roll your eyes. He’d been jealous the whole time. So the comment of how weird it’d been that Ashley would kiss you — and actually had — was exactly what you thought. Huh, you were some amateur detective.

“Shut up,” you smiled, mumbling as you crossed your arms over your chest, sinking into the seat.

“Nope.” Leon shook his head, making you smile wider.

Maybe these tests wouldn’t be so bad, now that you had two kisses to think on. One you could only ever remember, and one you could receive a million more of once all this was over.

how you can help Palestine! 🇵🇸

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[mrswint3rs]

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ❦

𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 [RE men] [RE ladies] [Donna Beneviento] [Leon]

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 ❦

❣︎ Much needed company (Sugar Daddy! Leon x Fem!) 18+

❣︎ A Step Further (Virgin! Re2 Leon x Gn!) 18+

more coming soon

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 ❦

❣︎ Death of a Bachelor (Vendetta Leon x Fem! x Vendetta Chris) 18+

❣︎ Playing Catch Up {part 1 }(sugar daddy chris x fem!) 18+

more coming soon

𝐉𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ❦

❣︎ Ink Temptress (Tattoo Artist! Jill x Fem! Reader) 18+ [Part 2]

❣︎ breakfast in bed (fluff drabble)

more coming SOON

𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬 ❦

❣︎ Uncanny Reunion (Nemesis x Fem! Reader) 18+

no plans for more

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❣︎ Sweet Surrender (knifeplay with wesker x fem) 18+

❣︎ A Warm Welcome Home (Stepdad! Wesker x Fem!) 18+

❣︎ In a Time of Need (Post RE5 Wesker x Gn!) 18+

❣︎ Missed Deadlines (STARS Captain! Wesker x Fem rookie) 18+

❣︎ Partner in Crime (Boss! Wesker x Fem! Assistant) 18+

❣︎ Paternal Paradox (Husband Wesker x Fem!) 18+ [Part 2] sfw

❣︎ Nsfw Alphabet (headcannons// wesker x gn! Reader) 18+

more coming soon

𝐋𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚 ❦

❣︎ Exotic Temptations (Stripper! Luis x Fem!) 18+

more coming soon

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭 ❦

❣︎ Another way to pay (Merchant x Fem!) [Part 2] 18+

more coming soon

𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❦

more coming soon

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮 ❦

❣︎ Guilty Pleasure (Best friend’s older sister! Bela x Fem!) 18+

[Part 2]

❣︎ Where The Sun Sets (vamp stuff w bela x fem!) 18+

more coming SOON

𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 ❦

❣︎ Make Me Bad (dbf! Heisenberg x Fem!) 18+

more coming SOON

𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 ❦

❣︎ Finding Beauty in the Dissonance (drabble) 18+

more coming soon!

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐊𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫 ❦

❣︎ “if I gotta sin to see her again then I’m gonna lie.” (dads boss, krauser) 18+

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[the-abyss-of-fandoms]

Me when Capcom made me fight two blind grandmas with chainsaws and then a centipede priest back to back:

#only capcom would do this to me #and I thought fromsoftware #was cruel #anyway I hate children #at least Ellie wasn’t taken every five seconds #Ashley needs to get it together and stop flirting with my man’s Leon #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 #resident evil #re4 leon #re4make #ashley graham re4 #re4r spoilers #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy

[kotoriarlert]

Leon: I've been feeling nauseous lately, and it's annoying.

Ashley: Maybe you're pregnant.

Leon:

Ashley:

Leon: I don't know who's more stupid in this situation right now because first, you just said something that's so stupid and idiotically impossible and second, I had a mini heart attack after those words came out of your mouth.

#leon kennedy #ashley graham #resident evil 4 #resident evil #resident evil incorrect quotes #leon kennedy headcanons #re4 leon #re4 ashley #leon kennedy x reader

[smellypxrps]

Why are there so many incest fics on here y'all are NASTY.

#x reader #EW #leon kennedy x reader #HEAVY ON THE LEON FICS 🤢 #u need therapy honest #AND #ashley graham x reader #you guys r ruining it

[hellfireghoul]

Nothing to worry about now

Leon S Kennedy x f!Reader

Reader is in Ashley’s position. Can be read as reader insert or Ashley x Leon.

Summary: Leon had just rescued you from that godforsaken island, and the two of you had found civilisation to rest and relax in a hotel, before you both return to the U.S the following day.

Warnings: Smut 18+. Injury detail.

Words: 5.9k

A/N: This started out on a whim, I was thinking about writing something involving giving Leon a massage because god knows that man needs one and it turned into this!:)

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The two of you practically fell into the hotel room. Hell and back, that’s where you’d been. You were both covered head to toe in filth, Leon more so than you and he practically collapsed into the room as he shrugged his holster off. Mere hours ago, you and Leon had been speeding away from that godforsaken island, and watched as it crashed and burned into nothing but ash. You’d clung to him as he’d sped off further towards land in the opposite direction. You weren’t entirely sure where you were, you just knew it was safe. Civilised. People weren’t infected with a mind controlling parasite. Although, it was somewhere still in Spain, you knew that much. Hunnigan had scouted it for you along with the hotel. It was much prettier than out there on the island, although that wouldn’t be too hard in all fairness.

“Oh my god, an actual bed! With actual sheets! And running water!” You cried as you lunged for the bathroom sink, turning on the faucet and immediately washing your hands and splashing cold, clean water over your face. It felt amazing.

“You head in the shower first.” Leon said, his voice reflecting sheer exhaustion, it wasn’t a question but more of a friendly demand. You nodded, not wanting to argue. Clicking the door shut, you immediately peeled off the dirty clothes you’d been wearing for far too long. The hot water felt like bliss against your bruised and battered skin. If this was the condition you were in, you dreaded to think about the state of Leon. That poor man had been through hell to rescue you. You weren’t sure how you were ever going to repay him. Such a tremendous debt you’d owe to him forever. As much as it was Leon’s job (and as much as he liked to remind you of that) you couldn’t fathom the sheer selflessness it takes in a person to go to such lengths, for someone they don’t even know. You were completely in awe of him.

As much as the hot water and steam were heavenly after the past few days, you were very conscious of the fact Leon wanted to shower too. And God knows he was more deserving.

You hurried as you lathered shampoo in your hair and scrubbed your skin with coconut-smelling soap the hotel provided. Before, you wouldn’t have dreamed of using the hotel provided shampoo and soap but at this moment in time, it was the best thing you’d ever smelt and was the best thing you’d ever put on your body. Shutting the water off, you grabbed the large towel from the hook and dried yourself off, wrapping it around you making it into a dress before cracking open the door a little. Steam escaped the tiny gap in the door, and the air from the bedroom that seeped in felt almost icy in comparison. You peeked out of the gap, the room seemingly empty.

“Leon?” You said.

“I’m here.”

You jumped a little as Leon was resting right next to the bathroom doorway, his eyes tired but still looking firmly alert with his arms crossed. He’d been waiting outside the bathroom door like a guard dog.

“Leon, have you been standing there the entire time?” You asked, opening the bathroom door a little wider now and stepping back into the bedroom, clutching the towel that was around you.

“I’m not trying to be a creep or anything, but it’s still my job to protect you.” He responded.

You sighed, feeling a little guilty that he couldn’t relax even in what you considered to be a perfectly safe hotel room. You nodded in agreement though, knowing he was right, from what you’d witnessed, danger could be lurking around any corner. You retrieved some clean clothes from the large gym bag on the bed, given to you at reception upon your arrival, courtesy of Hunnigan of course.

Your eyes glanced over Leon’s frame, his entire body covered in bruises and lacerations and filth as he stood in the bathroom doorway. He couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, your voice hoarse. Leon didn’t respond for a second. Concern plagued his expression, his eyes cloudy. You realised suddenly what was happening. He didn’t want to let you out of his sight.

“We’re okay. I’m okay. Go take a shower. I’m safe Leon. You did your job.” You reassured him. Leon still remained fixed to his spot, and sighed deeply through his nose.

“I’m serious. Go take a shower, you stink.” You joked, unfolding a clean plain white t-shirt that smelt honestly divine. Leon rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips, one you hadn’t seen very often.

“Do you mind if I leave the door open a crack? Just so I can hear if anything-” Leon began.

“Yes. If it makes you feel better.” You respond without hesitation, desperate for him to just go take care of himself. He nodded briefly, and then backed away properly into the bathroom, closing the door but keeping to his word by leaving it open a crack.

Deeming it clear to get dressed, you unwrapped the towel from around yourself and slung it on the bed temporarily, almost eagerly starting to throw the clean t-shirt over your head. That was when the bathroom door swung open once again, and you yelped slightly as Leon paced out of the bathroom.

“Leon!” You screamed, scrambling to cover yourself with the damp towel, but as soon as Leon had exited the bathroom, he’d thrown his arm in front of his eyes to shield his view, and made a point of going straight for the spare towels near the door.

“Sorry, no spare towels in there.” Leon explained this in almost one fluid word, grabbed a clean towel and headed back into the bathroom as quick as he’d left. You were left a bit bewildered, standing there with the damp towel pressed feebly against you and your t-shirt half hanging off your arm. You scoffed as your face flamed. You threw the shirt over your head, grabbing the pair of clean underwear and leggings out of the bag and throwing them on too.

The hot shower felt amazing, but climbing into bed, the sheets crisp and the pillows soft was a whole other experience. You’d never take home comforts and luxuries for granted again.

Sighing deeply, you settled under the sheets and sank into the pillows, your body aching from the strenuous trauma of the recent week. Your eyes slowly began to close, feeling for the first time in a long time, safe. Knowing Leon was a few feet away, and the faint sound of the shower running and the softness of the sheets were lulling you to sleep.

A short while later, you were disrupted from your dozing state by the bathroom door swinging open once again. You sat up slightly, your brain a little bit fuzzy.

You were met with the sight of Leon walking out of the bathroom with just a towel slung around his hips, sitting perfectly on his waist, his skin and hair still damp from the shower. He was a sight for sore eyes, you didn’t even realise you were staring till Leon stopped and caught you.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Leon quipped, snapping you out of your dazed indulging and you felt your face flush in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. You just startled me, was all.” You lied.

“You normally stare like that at something that scares you?” Leon teased, that ghost of a smile threatening on his lips again. It was refreshing to see, you were used to a mostly serious Leon, the occasional sarcastic comment not included.

“I do when it looks that good.” You murmured, surprising yourself. Although you’d spoke very quietly, you knew it was loud enough for him to hear. You almost immediately looked away, settling yourself back down into the bed and not daring to look back up. You couldn’t believe you’d just let that slip. What the fuck did you think you were doing?

There was a silence, and you still daren’t look anywhere but the pillow next to you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it weird.” You said quickly.

“That was bold. I like it but you’re very wrong.” Leon responded.

“Wrong? I know it was wrong. I’m sorry.” You said quickly, turning yourself back over so you could see him again now.

“No, I mean you’re wrong about me looking good. You didn’t make it weird, don’t sweat.” Leon said cooly as he retrieved his own set of clean clothes from the bag. A t-shirt, some joggers and a jacket. He picked out only the joggers, and rested them on his palm for a minute before turning to look at you.

“You mind?” He said.

“Oh, sorry.” You apologised again, feeling your face flush scarlet for the millionth time as you shifted yourself onto your other side yet again, back to facing the wall and staring at the pillow. Listening, you could hear shuffling as Leon pulled his clothes on. You remained in your position, waiting for the all clear but it never came. Instead, you saw him make his way around the bed and he grabbed the two pillows next to you, before shuffling back round and throwing them on the floor.

“What are you doing?” You asked, sitting up and turning.

“Laying down.” Leon replied, chuckling slightly as though the answer was obvious.

“On the floor?”

“Yeah, you can have the bed.”

“What?” You said, aghast.

“You can have the bed…?” Leon repeated, unsure why your reaction was one of shock.

“That’s ridiculous. You’ve been getting beaten black and blue for the better part of a week, now you get your ass into this bed.” You demanded.

“I was just doing my job.”

“Yeah I get it, and I don’t care. You deserve a comfortable bed to sleep in, I mean, Christ, when was the last time either of us had a good night’s sleep? Now, come on. I insist. You need proper rest.”

Leon sighed, breaking eye contact with you and knowing that you weren’t going to change your mind anytime soon. He’d only known you for the past couple of days, but it was enough time to learn that you were as stubborn as anything.

“At least budge up to that side, I’m sleeping by the door.” Leon said, picking up the pillows from the floor and throwing them back on the bed where they belonged. You did as he asked, knowing that that was going to be something non-negotiable. You were aware it was his job to protect you, as he’d reminded you many a times when you’d thanked him, but you couldn’t not notice just how protective Leon actually was. It was in his nature.

Once you’d shuffled over, you winced dramatically at the cold side of the bed.

“I see you were keeping it warm for me.” Leon said smugly, as he climbed into your previously occupied spot that was toasty warm.

“Yeah, you’re welcome.” You quipped back, sarcastically. “I’m freezing now.” You huffed.

“That can be resolved easily.”

“Are you one of those guys that’s like a fucking sauna in bed?”

“Uhh… I guess so.”

“Well great, ‘cause I get cold in bed.” You responded, smiling as Leon returned your expression. He held your gaze for a moment, the smile faltering for a split second before he proceeded to sit up, exposing his back to you and what you were faced with could’ve made you cry.

His broad, muscular back was painted with bruises, lacerations and an array of scars. There was a bright red slash that crossed over his shoulder blades that looked incredibly painful, and all you could do was lay there and stare for a moment. Leon was oblivious of you watching the way his muscles flexed, as he moved to grab water from the nightstand.

“Leon…” You whispered involuntarily, whilst staring at his countless injuries.

“Hmm?” He hummed, as he took a swig out of the bottle and twisted to face you.

“Your back.”

“What about it? Oh- yeah. It’s no big deal.”

“It looks painful.” Your voice was still barely more than a whisper.

“It’s nothing.”

“Let me look.” You insisted, sitting up yourself now. “May I?”

Leon paused for a moment, before nodding and giving you permission to touch him. Gently, you traced your fingers on his scars and bruises, careful not to touch the fresh cut.

“There must be something we can clean that up with in here.” You muttered to yourself.

“It’ll be fine, honestly. It’s mostly healed now at least.”

“What did this?”

Leon laughed humourlessly, and you pressed your lips together.

“Right, good point.” You agreed. “At least let me get you some ice or something? It looks so painful.”

“No, I’m not letting you out of my sight. Listen, Y/N, trust me I’ve dealt with worse, and not gonna lie the shower helped a lot. I’ll be fine. Why don’t you get some sleep?”

You sighed. “Okay but the minute we land you’re getting that checked out.”

“Whatever you say.”

“I’m serious, Leon.” And you were in fact very serious. The affection you felt towards this man had grown by the day, and to see him with so many injuries, and to think they were from saving you, it made you incredibly upset. Lost in thought, you began absentmindedly tracing lines on his back, gentle as ever. Leon didn’t move, he felt his tense muscles relax under your touch, but they soon tightened again once he felt the familiar warmth bloom in his chest.

He’d been harbouring feelings towards you too, growing closer over the time the two of you had been in each other's company. But he was very aware of who you were, and the fact he had been entrusted wholly with the task of rescuing you and bringing you home safely. And not just by anyone for that matter. Leon could not, under any circumstances, make a move on you. No matter how badly he wanted to.

Or how nice your touch felt right now.

Leon’s muscles tensing under your fingertips jolted you out of your little daydream

“Are you okay? You’re so tense.” You mumbled again, removing your hand.

“Yeah… Nothing new there.” Leon laughed, again his voice devoid of humour.

“You want me to help with that?”

Leon froze again, and then cleared his throat softly, trying desperately to hide any form of emotion on his face - something he was usually good at but at this moment in time his award winning poker face was about to get knocked off the podium.

“Hmm? What do you mean by that?” He asked, in a low voice.

“Well, I’ve been told I give great massages.”

Leon breathed a silent sigh of relief, a massage. Okay. That wasn’t anything too weird. He could control himself over a massage, if you were insistent on giving him one which he had a feeling you were. No big deal.

“Oh. I’ve never had one, so I got nothing to compare it to.” Leon shrugged.

“What? You’ve never had a massage? And was that a yes by the way?” You asked all of this very quickly, a smile creeping on your face.

“Yes, and yes.” Leon chuckled hesitantly. You beamed, ordering him to turn further away from you so you could reach his shoulders properly.

“Okay, I’ll be gentle.” You hummed, as you shuffled cross legged on the bed to position yourself directly behind him, straightening your back before raising your hands in anticipation to touch his shoulders. With Leon facing away from you, the anticipation of him waiting for your touch almost killed him. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“You ready?” You asked, as your hands hesitated above his bare skin, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Leon hummed in response, and with his permission you rested your hands on his broad shoulders and began massaging deep circles into his muscles. A sigh and a low groan escaped Leon’s lips at the pressure of your fingertips on his sore skin.

“See what you’ve been missing?” You smiled, as you continued to gently work into his muscles which were solid.

“Jesus Leon, you said you were tense but my God.” You murmured to him, but Leon was lost in his own little world right now as he succumbed to your hands. Your voice, your hands, the way you felt, hell even the smell of you was driving him crazy right now. This wasn’t a good idea.

Leon tried his best to put those thoughts to the side, relaxing into your touch once more and that’s when you leaned in further, kneading into a particularly painful knot and your hot breath brushed on his skin. It gave him goosebumps and he swore under his breath.

“You okay?” You asked softly, immediately slowing your pace in case you were hurting him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m not gonna lie this feels fucking amazing.”

“I’m glad.” You smiled to yourself, bursting with pride and so happy you were making him feel good

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence as you continued to knead his shoulders until your fingers started to ache and his skin was red raw.

“Okay, now on your front.” You said, suddenly.

“Sorry?”

“Lay down on your front on the bed, I’m gonna get the rest of your back.” You explained with a laugh at the slightly baffled look on Leon’s face.

“Oh, you’re really going all out on this?”

“You bet. I’m providing a service here.”

Leon chuckled but did as you asked, which surprised you. He mostly had some objections when it came to pretty much anything that didn’t involve sitting and guarding you.

Once Leon was situated on his front, his elbows propping his head up, you swung a leg over to straddle his hips, giving you full access to his bruised and scarred back.

“I’ll be really careful not to touch your cut, okay?” You said, quietly.

“It’s fine. I didn’t expect you to be sitting on me whilst you did this.” Leon interjected, his voice, for once, full of humour.

“Hey, don’t question my methods.” You quipped back.

“I’m not, I’m not.” Leon protested, jokingly.

The sensation of your hands pressing into his skin shut him up again pretty sharpish, replacing his teasing words with soft sighs and groans. You carefully avoided any fresh looking bruises and cuts, mainly focusing on his lower back as you’d freed up most of his upper back already. The sight of his injuries still made you upset, and you questioned to yourself: why on earth would anyone do this job? I mean, of course you weren’t complaining, you’d been saved but, it was a line of work so gruelling, and filled with danger and trauma. The question burned into your brain as you scanned over every bruise and laceration, but you thought it best to keep the question to yourself for the time being, being your goal here was to make Leon relax, not interrogate him about his choice of job.

Continuing to press calming circles into Leon’s skin, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of the A/C and the odd sigh coming from Leon. Time flew by, you weren’t sure how long you’d been sat doing this but you could feel your eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

“You can stop now, your hands must hurt.” Leon said, softly.

“I am getting really sleepy.” You admitted, a yawn following your sentence as you released your hands from his skin and rolled back onto the bed next to him.

“How was that?” You sighed, tucking your hands under your head before rolling sleepily to face an uncharacteristically content looking Leon.

“Pretty damn good.” He smiled, a tired but genuine smile and it made you mirror his expression.

“Good.” You beamed, eyes almost shutting now but you were fighting to keep them open, desperate to take in every sight of the man before you.

“Leon, can I ask you something?” You said, hesitantly.

“Sure.” He replied, as he turned himself onto his back now, sighing at the noticeable relief in his back and shoulders.

“Why do you do this job?”

Leon stared at the ceiling for a moment, before lulling his head and turning to you.

“Because it’s my job.”

“I know it’s your job. I mean, why did you choose it?”

Leon waited another moment, deciding how he could phrase this knowing there wasn’t really anything he could disclose about the nature of his ‘employment’ without putting you or himself in danger.

“Let’s just say, I didnt choose it.”

“Oh, like the job chose you or something? You one of those?” You teased, but the way Leon’s expression didn’t falter from a serious stare as his head lulled back towards you told you he wasn’t joking. He was deadly serious.

“You mean like, you were forced?” You asked, so quietly you were almost whispering now. You took Leon’s lack of response as a ‘yes’. What on earth could have possibly happened to this man, that he was forced to do something as harrowing as this for a living? A month ago, you wouldn’t have believed there could be such evil in the world. Presently, you didn’t need to ask further questions to get a rough idea of what Leon’s predicament was. You’d witnessed enough insanity and cruelty to last you a life time, and certainly enough to know that whatever Leon had been through had to have been horrific if it meant he was bound to this for life.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could manage, in a whisper as you tried not to let emotion overtake you. “You deserve so much better.”

Leon looked back at you, his blue eyes piercing but his expression, as always, was unreadable. Yours on the other hand, well he could read you like a book.

“Hey, hey. Don’t get upset. No need for that.” Leon shushed as he turned to face you, putting a hand behind your head and pulling you gently into his chest. “What’re you crying for?”

“Nothing, I’m fine. I just, feel so bad.” You sniffed as you pulled away from him gently, slightly embarrassed that you were crying.

“Why?”

“Well, because you’re just a wonderful person Leon, and to think that you didn’t get a say in… in this. Well, it just makes me sad.” You explained, through teary eyes.

“Listen to me, it is what it is. I make the best of it, y’know? There’s always a silver lining, to everything. Like, if I wasn’t doing this job, I wouldn’t have met you.”

You eyes shifted back towards him, looking up at him through wet eyelashes, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“You mean that?” You said.

“God, yes. I know I don’t say much but, I think you’re incredible, Y/N. And hell, I’d do all that again twice over if it meant I got to meet you every single time.”

You were shocked into silence for a moment, unable to speak as you processed the words he was saying.

“Really? You’d go through all of that again?” You managed to respond.

“Well…” Leon jokingly looked upwards, placing a hand under his chin feigning deep thought.

“Hey!” You nudged him gently, and he immediately started laughing and you giggled with him.

“No but seriously, I mean it. You make it worth it.”

Stunned into silence once again, you simply stared into his eyes, flitting between his own crystal blue gaze and then subconsciously to his lips.

“I’m sorry, that was probably too much.” Leon let out a small humourless laugh, rolling onto his back again and resting his palm on his stomach.

“No, no, not at all.”

“Listen, Y/N-“

“No, you listen.” You interrupted him gently, and propped yourself up on your elbow. “I like you Leon, a lot.”

He turned to look at you, it was his turn to look shocked now, his famous poker face finally slipping.

“You do?”

“Yes.” You said, firmly.

“No, see, I’m flattered, and I like you too, but-“

“No but’s, you like me and I like you, let’s leave it there.” You said quickly, a small smile forming on your lips and not wanting anything to ruin this moment.

“But,” Leon continued, and you felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. “Your dad trusted me in saving you. I can’t be interested in you in that way.”

“But… you are.” You stated.

“Yes… but that doesn’t mean to say I should act on it.” Leon countered, his tone annoyingly sensible.

“And what about me? Don’t I get a say in this? Can’t I, act on it?” You responded, your tone soft and teasing but you were also deadly serious beneath the facade. You wanted Leon so badly it hurt, and after all, what’s stopping you once that plane lands in the U.S and you’re returned safely home to your father? Mission accomplished and you’re no longer the objective, right?

You explained your thoughts aloud to a listening Leon, minus the wanting him so bad part.

“I hear what you’re saying, Y/N, I do. But I don’t think your dad would take too kindly-“

“Oh stop. Listen, I know my dads the president and all and he’s meant to be all big and scary but at the end of the day, he’s just my dad. And he’s gonna be absolutely thrilled to see me home safe and alive, and I for one won’t be letting him forget who brought me home… safe and alive.” You anunceated the last two words prominently, taking in Leon’s expression as he digested your words.

“He’s going to be indebted to you for the rest of his life.” You continued to press.

“Okay, maybe, maybe, you’ve got a point-“

“I know I do!” You interjected.

“But I still don’t think it would be allowed.” Leon finished, and you sighed dramatically, before leaning closer to him and saying lowly.

“I’m the president’s daughter, I’ll make it allowed.” You leaned back and grinned, taking in a slightly wide-eyed Leon.

“Okay. Let’s make a deal, we get back to the U.S, we get all dressed up, and I take you out for a nice dinner, how about that?” Leon proposed.

“Yeah, I think I’d quite like that, Leon.” You smiled, softly.

“Settled, then it’s a date.” He smiled back.

“You gotta seal the deal now.” You teased.

“Oh, we can seal the deal all night if you want to.”

“You’re so stupid.” You laughed as you closed the gap between you, finally tasting his sweet lips which you’d been craving. You’d made him yours.

3 weeks later

You’d lost track of time at this point, words failed you as you came for the fourth time on Leon’s tongue alone. He was relentless, his fingers gripping your thighs so tight it was bound to leave bruises. There was no chance of you closing your legs, he was going to have all of you and he wasn’t stopping till he was satisfied, you’d discovered this within the first week of the two of you dating.

Back arching off the mattress, you felt another orgasm building in your lower stomach, your mouth falling agape as nothing but strangled moans and gasps left your lips. Leon was taking in your every move, he’d learned more or less what you liked by now, what spots to suck harder and where to be a little gentler, but there was still so much to learn, so much to explore with you.

He dipped his tongue inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars and that was enough to push you over the edge. You fell silent this time, mouth staying open as your orgasm crashed over you and pleasure flooded through your body like electricity.

“Fuck! Leon.” You almost shrieked as you fell back on the mattress, desperately pushing his head away from overstimulation but his grip wasn’t relenting.

“Such a good girl for me.” Leon murmured against you, his tongue already brushing over you ready to start all over again.

“I can’t…”

“Yes you can.”

“No, no Leon…” You breathed desperately trying to catch your breath.

“Please let me touch you instead.” You tapped his forearm, signalling you wanted him to fully stop and he did as you instructed. A very simple gesture but something the two of you had established early on, it was important especially to Leon, that you felt wholly comfortable when you were intimate together.

“Thanks.” You breathed, absolutely fucked out but desperate to return the favour. You knelt on the bed, shuffling towards his now standing form and pulling him into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

Reaching between the two of you, you palmed his hard length through his boxers, before eagerly slipping your hand inside and gripping him with your palm. Leon groaned at the skin on skin contact, immediately bucking his hips into your hand. He was rock hard, tip dripping with pre-cum as an attestment to how much eating you out turned him on. You moaned softly into his mouth too, just drawing pretty sounds out of him like this pleasured you just as much.

“Get on the bed. Let me take care of you.” You ordered softly, and Leon obliged, taking off his boxers. He laid down in the middle of the bed, splayed out for you, his cock pressing on his stomach. You climbed back over to him, kissing down his stomach before reaching where he needed you the most. You licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, and he groaned lowly and dropped his head back into the pillows.

You wasted no time before you took him fully in your mouth, using your hand to pump what wouldn’t fit. You twisted your palm around his length and bobbed your head in a rhythm that drove Leon crazy. Taking the time to swirl your tongue around the tip as you reached the top everytime, something you’d noticed he loved.

“Fuck baby that’s it.” Leon praised, his voice low in his throat in a way that caused heat to pool between your legs.

“Keep going, just like that for me.”

You continued working his cock, drinking in his every reaction and sound. He was very responsive, which was refreshing and quite frankly so hot.

You were like each other in the way you were both desperate to please, desperately eager to learn the others needs and wants.

Leon pulled you off of him with a groan, and your mouth made a popping sound as he pulled you off his cock and guided you towards his mouth. The kiss was passionate, one which he domineered as he tongue entered your mouth and he worked his fingers into your hair.

“Please, Leon. Please I need you to fuck me.” You begged pathetically.

“Relax, you’ll get what you want.” Leon breathed between kisses. In one fluid movement, you were on your stomach with your face pressed into the mattress and he was lining himself up with your entrance, teasing you.

He knew this drove you crazy, you bit your lip till it practically bled and you gripped the sheets, refraining from begging further. He still wasn’t moving.

“Leon…” you whined.

“Mhm?” He responded casually, cluelessly, whilst he continued to tease your soaking entrance.

“Stop fucking around, just please…”

The teasing stopped for a brief second, and you rejoiced in thinking you were getting what you wanted, but you were met with a palm hitting your ass cheek with a hard slap causing you to yelp.

“You wanna ask again sweetheart? Nicely?” Leon said as he massaged the skin on your ass that was now bright red.

“Please Leon, please fuck me.” You breathed again, your dignity out the window as you ached for him. Leon didn’t need to be told twice before he pushed inside of you, causing you both to moan out as he bottomed out. He began moving almost straight away, giving you a few moments to adjust to him before he was pounding into you at an unrelenting pace. You gripped the bed sheets desperately, each thrust sending you forward on the bed causing you to grip the sheets harder. You were a mess of moans and whines, repeats of his name spilling from your lips like it was the only word in your vocabulary. Leon’s hands were grasping your hips firmly, guiding you back onto him as he cock dragged in and out of you.

“Oh god, more please.” You cried out, desperate for him to go deeper, if that was even possible. Leon adjusted himself slightly, and slowed his thrusts down for a moment causing you to whine further from the lack of stimulation. You weren’t disappointed for long however, no, Leon couldn’t have that. He thrust back into you with force, his cock hitting your sweet spot with such vigour it made you cry out. He repeated the same movement, over and over again, slowly dragging his cock out and then slamming it back into you again.

“You like that better?” Leon murmured.

“Mhm.” Was all you could muster along with a frantic nod of encouragement, fearing he might stop if you didn’t like it but equally not being able to fully verbalise through your relentless moans of gratification. Leon chuckled to himself quietly, watching how you come undone around his cock like this never failed to amaze him. He loved it.

The familiar coil in your stomach wound again, tighter and tighter with each deep thrust before it snapped once again. You saw white, pleasure taking over as you writhed beneath your boyfriend and your pussy clenched and fluttered around him. This was enough for Leon, the sight of you going dumb on his cock was one thing, but feeling how your pussy clenched and pulsed around him pushed him over the edge. His hips stuttered and he emitted a low groan from his chest, before he pulled out and finished on your back.

He collapsed shortly after by your side, grabbing you a towel from your earlier excursion and cleaning you up so you could flip on your back too.

“Oh my god.” You sighed, your limbs resorting to jelly. Leon laughed breathily, catching his breath back as he rest a palm on his toned chest.

You both lay there for a moment, catching your breath and bathing in the aftermath of your highs.

“I’m so glad they sent me to save you.” Leon said after a second, turning to face you, his gaze on yours.

Your expression immediately softened at his words.

“I’m pretty glad they sent you too.” You smiled. Leon pulled you in and kissed you gently on the forehead.

“We should get some sleep, big day tomorrow.” You murmured against Leon’s chest.

“Big day?”

“Yes, you’re going golfing with my Dad, remember?” You reminded him.

“Oh, yeah. Almost forgot, cause that’s not terrifying or anything.”

“Shut up Leon, he loves you. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Leon sighed, pulling you closer and tighter to his chest.

“I know I don’t, I’ve got you now. Nothin’ to worry about anymore.”

#Leon Kennedy #Leon s Kennedy #Leon Kennedy smut #Leon s Kennedy smut #Leon Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x fem reader #Leon s Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x Ashley Graham #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #re4r #re4

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

Hi!

This is so strange but im so tired of reader getting jealous of Ada.. what about reader being so confident in their relationship she just looks at Ada and her only remark is “cute dress. Where did you get it? Forever 21?”.

And man… LEON EATS THAT SHIT UP AND GETS SO!!!!!

just a quick disclaimer!! I love ada and me making it lil attitude and stuff doesn’t mean i hate herrr, loved this idea!!

It’s short and simple! But it was fun to write<3

Leon was beyond tired, his arms growing sore and his chest growing tight due to the fact that he still couldn’t find Ashley. His shoulder pushed the door in, a little cool air from the open window smacking him in the face causing him to hum as he walked to the back of the room, groaning at the sight of another puzzle piece of a door. He went to turn around but was rudely interrupted by the sound of a gun clicking.

“You can stop right there, Leon.”

Ada wong. Though she was beautiful, Leon’s anger towards her grew after finding out to much. Yet he willingly threw his gun to the ground, the noise being heard all the way from the hallway. Your ear was pressed against the thin wall of the room, your pistol in hand as you listened to the two bicker at each other before hearing the sound of Leon groaning and another gun dropping.

Ada had Leon’s knife in her hand, pressed at his throat with her sly little smirk. They must’ve not heard as you walked in the room, pulling at the safety of your gun, pointing it at the two.

Both of their eyes shooting to you. Leon didn’t know you’ve been following him, all the small things you’ve done to keep him and Ashley safe. Chris doesn’t know you left either, leaving a letter on his desk mentioning that you needed at least a week of vacation time.

A soft smile grew on your face as you tilted your head at the two, shooting the wood between the two allowing Ada to let go of your boyfriend.

“Ada, how have you been?”

Your voice was sarcastic as you kicked her gun further across the room, grabbing the knife from her hand and handing it back to Leon. Ada’s eyes rolled as she looked at you, then at her nails.

“Just surviving..”

Ada spoke as she looked you up and down, shrugging then looking at Leon.

“Wow Leon, you really did score didn’t you?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you gripped at your gun harder, Leon now standing in full beside you.

“You look amazing, Ada. Still wearing that forever 21 outfit, no?”

Ada put her hands up, staring at you two in silence. Mentioning how you could just leave Ashley, then winking at Leon letting him know that he could definitely receive a better welcoming the next time she saw him before she walked out the wooden door.

Your gun rested down at your hip, pushing it into your holster before feeling Leon’s gaze on your neck, you turned to him, your hands reaching up to fix the belts across his chest.

“I knew I saw you, at the church.”

Leon spoke as he stared down at you, reaching to hold the back of your head before he kissed your forehead softly. He then groaned, reaching down tugging at his pants, making you stand back, laughing as your jaw slacked open.

“Leon Kennedy did me saving your life turn you on?”

You gasped as you reached to push in the finished puzzle of the door, Leon’s face growing red as he reached down, his hand smacking at your ass. You yelped swatting his hand away.

“We have things to take care of, Mr. Kennedy, let’s go find the presidents daughter, yes?”

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[mo0nfairy]

Ughhhh I neeeeeed part 3 of our guard puppy leon😭😭😭

That was so so good.

Like are you an angel??? How can you write so beautifully??

part 1. part 2. part 4.

tw :: re4 spoilers, obsessive!leon, yandere!leon, guns, explosions, being knocked out, parasites, some obsessive!ashley too.

⸺ eeeek !! ur too sweet! i've been having lots and lots of thoughts about this batshit-insane puppy dog. so, ask and you shall receive ~~

through trial and error (and leon's incessant suggestions to just go home together. you disagree with his suggestion and he can never say no to you, after all), you find ashley hiding in the church. and the immediate liking she takes to you is bridging on the cusp of creepy. what's even creepier is your guard-dog's reaction to such. you appreciate the sweetness the two have for you and how it helps keep you afloat in this absolute hellhole, but something still stalks in the back of your head...

you can't trust leon. you have no idea why, but with every ledge he helps you over or with every drop he catches you from, there is that looming shadow that lurks within you. it's a sense of dread that hangs heavy in your stomach, almost like hanging over the hill of a rollercoaster. there's alarms that blare whenever he gets too close, all that seem to be warning you to get as far away from this man as you can. and for why, you cannot tell. he is kind-hearted, brave, and has saved you from practically every abomination known on planet earth. so, why don't you trust him?

maybe it's the look in his eye. how his gaze for you is practically seeping with sunshine, but whenever he looks at the squeaky mouse on your hip, there's an uncanny shift towards something much darker. (ashley breathes within a mile radius of you and leon literally becomes the gif ^^). his perceptible distaste towards her goes further than his expressive eyes, unfortunately. it's "accidentally" dropping her when she jumps from the ledge, stifling a laugh at her pain only to immediately go red with rage when you help her from the ground. "falling over" and nearly knocking ashley head-first off a ledge; tending to a splinter you got while she tries to avoid being kidnapped by literally 73 los ganados.

ashley's dislike towards the man her father sent to retrieve her is perceptible, too. and her liking to you is even more evident. she'll cower in your embrace when leon shoots his gun a little too close to her ear, smirking at him over your shoulder when she sees how enraged it makes him. she'll interlock your fingers with hers due to being “afraid,” outright refusing to let go from thereon out; she'll ramble about her awesome life as the president's daughter, how astonishing she finds you to be, and how many riches she has (and how she can provide for you *cough, cough*). it's all so bewildering — you have all somehow managed to survive countless near-death experiences and yet, both of them are nothing but daisies and rainbows when your attention is on them.

most importantly, it is so fucking overwhelming. you wonder if their suffocating clinginess is the worst thing you'll actually face in this hellhole.

you're so caught up in avoiding the affections of these two and surviving in the process, you almost completely forget about your memory loss. you have history with this man, whomever he may be. and during trips to the merchant and the shooting range, you think he'll enlighten you on these forgotten pieces while you take a second to breathe. but, he never does. he either glares daggers into the girl at your hip or thoroughly checks your body for wounds you fruitlessly assure him don't exist. so, you guess you only have yourself and your goldfish-like memory to rely on.

all you can remember is his sweet soul, baby-face, and, rather, unconventional displays of affection. and you assume that this is how far the iceberg goes. just you and this lovesick boy in raccoon city. together. but oh, how wrong you were.

the three of you later find yourselves in the amber storeroom. you trace your fingers upon the crevices of the large hunk of amber in front of you, watching in disgust as the parasites within squirm like dying cockroaches. the topic of escaping this nightmare soon arose. you want to make it to luis' laboratory for the purpose of curing ashley of her infection, despite having to separate for a short period of time to retrieve the proper materials. leon just wants to get himself and you out of here, to where you'll live happily ever after in each other's arms.

"it's not too to turn back, you know. if we make it to the lab, we can save ashley, leon. we'll only have to seperate for a second, it's no biggie!" your suggestion falls on deaf ears, much to your dismay.

"not a chance. you're stuck with me to the end." you feel your heart drop at leon's response. the saying unlocks something within you, something you knew you never wanted to come out. it hits you like a train; dread permeates your entire being. you're stuck with me to the end.

an unfamiliar voice then fills the room. before you even have a picosecond to process the additional presence and leon's previous statement, you feel his hand on your arm, to where you're then swung behind him. you see the saddler from your stance over leon's shoulder, giving his whole villain monologue. you managed to derive only one piece on information from the cloaked creature before you: we are all fucked.

black veins travel up the neck of the blonde in front of you. he then falls to his knees, gun clattering onto the floor. ink-black strings spread upon ashley's face, the white of her eyes morphing into a sinister red. the color stiffly frames the green hue of her irises. sobs rack through her body; you hear a whimper of your name escape her mouth. an unseen force causes her to bend down and grasp hold of the gun, the atmosphere overwhelmingly intense. and as if she were a doll, the force pushes each foot in front of the other. closer to you.

you take a cautious step away from her, only to feel your back hit a surface. you turn to meet the chest of someone adorned head-to-toe in white cloth, ragged ropes tied around their waist and neck. their purple, ghastly hand the clutches onto your wrist like a lifeline, the pain causing you to hiss in response. you try and pull away with all of your might, but their inhuman abilities overpower your own. before your bones can crack beneath the sheer force of their strength, a gunshot permeates. your ears ring, thus using your eyes to identify the sudden intrusion of sound. the figure before you is now adorned in blood as it cascades down their once-white cloak. ashley persevered and fought through the infection seeping through her veins to save your life, but you’re too busy staring at the scene before you to realize.

"no... please! please, don't make me!" the force of the saddler returns, however. and the devastated voice of ashley only comes out in a quiet hum, with your hearing still disoriented from the gunshot.

this leaves you here, where you never thought you'd be. while you're gaze is locked on the body ashley brutalized, you're taken by surprise when you feel your body whipped around completely. her arm snakes around your neck as if you were prey, the other pressing the cold surface of the gun's barrel to your temple. you thrash and fight, but your efforts are merely pathetic in comparison to her newly supernatural power.

"we don't need another foolish lamb in our way. sweet child, do not resist!" his voice feels like a chill traveling up your spine. faint and ghostly, but all-too terrifying in the same breath.

you can feel ashley cry in your ear, begging the monster in front of you to let you both go. closing your eyes, you pray to whatever almighty being truly exists that you'll soon wake up back in your bed. then, you'll enjoy your breakfast and pantomime to your cat about the insane dream you just had. but, ashley's hyperventilated breaths still fan against your face and her grasp on you is still air-tight. as much as you wish it wasn't, this is your reality. and, inevitably, you will most likely die in the embrace of the girl you fought tooth-and-nail to save.

leon still clenches his body in agony; his gaze remaining locked to the ground beneath him. his attempts to fight against the pain with every sliver of strength in his body were futile. but, in a flare of clarity, leon is fortunately able to overcome the immense pain momentarily. his blue eyes, wide as dinner plates, frantically search around for you. and the scene he finds behind him causes his heart to sink into oblivion.

"no!" the sheer anguish in his cry is enough to grasp the attention of every presence in the room. 6 years. 6 years. he has been waiting over 2,190 miserable days to be with you. and as i stated before, like hell will he let you slip from his grasp again.

leon scrambles to his feet. but, before he can bring you into his tenacious embrace, kill everything that moves, and vow to never ever let anything like this happen to you ever again, that same force stops him within his stance. his hands halt inches from your face, so, so close, as he desperately reaches out to you. leon fights and resists, despite the agony swimming in his black-colored veins from doing such. he must get to you, no matter how much pain and suffering he must endure.

you are everything he could ever need; you are the very definition of his existence. his sobs rival those of someone overcome with grief and he is terrified of the fact that it may be him momentarily. so close to happiness, but now all alone. once again and forevermore. you can only watch in trepidation as he shakes with pure terror, muffled cries of "take me instead" and "please, anyone but them!" escaping through clenched teeth.

with the faint click of ashley's dainty finger, she pulls on the trigger. there is nothing.

silence hits the room like a tsunami. you're alive, but you don't dare let yourself hope. waiting for the other shoe to drop, it never falls. ashley's grip on you relaxes, to where you rip her arms off of you and practically throw yourself across the room. anywhere far from the insanity caused by this horrid infection. the two people you survived hell with are still under the trance, however. miserable cries protruding through the quiet; bodies shivering like someone who has been thrown into a winter lake. their eyes peer to their side, desperate to move their heads to look at you and ensure your safety.

you're still attempting to process what had just occured when you suddenly hear rumbling echoing in the distance. something soars through the sky, landing right at the feet of the saddler and his minions. chaos pervades as an explosion waves through the room, causing every piece of matter to ascend into the air, including yourself. you’re flung into the wind, where you then land harshly against the unforgiving ground. you cough into your arm in an attempt to rid your body of the smoke satiating your lungs.

"sorry, bad traffic! one combat chopper, compliments of hunnigan!" you hear the eccentric voice, the mention of hunnigan, the whirring of a helicopter and finally smile to yourself for the first time in what feels like years. help! it’s finally here!

a substance trickles down your forehead and down the expanse of your face. you bring your fingers to your skin, only to find the digits to be adorned with warm blood. following the trace, you soon realize during the pandemonium of the eruption, something had hit you square in the skull. fuck.

you hear a shout of your name before everything goes dark.

#resident evil 4 #re4 #re4 remake #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #yandere leon kennedy #ashley graham #ashley graham x reader #ashley graham imagine #yandere ashley graham #yandere resident evil #yandere #gn reader #gender neutral reader #venus’ brain #moonfairy

[makimakimi]

Guys I want to be fucked by Leon and fuck him too but, could you little whores stop writing just nsfw about him?? I want ANGST, I wanna be so fucking sad that the tears just roll down my face without even noticing. I WANT TO BE HEARTBROKEN, I WANT LEON BREAKING MY HEART IN THOUSANDS PIECES AND THEN JUST PATCH IT UP BECAUSE HE LOVES ME AND HE’S JUST AFRAID (sorry) (I’m delusional)

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #re4r leon #re4 leon #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #leon kennedy smut #ada wong #ashley graham #luis serra #re4 smut #re4 x reader #re6 leon #re2 leon #re2make #re2r #chris redfield #carlos oliveira #jill valentine #claire redfield #albert wesker

[azul-marie]

— what’s in a name?

their favorite pet names for you. fem. reader. feat. leon, luis, ashley, ada.

leon —

very traditional. he likes the classic pet names the most: baby, sweetheart, darling are just a few of his favorites. he likes the sappiness behind the simplicity. and the way you light up when he addresses you as such. depending on his mood, he’ll even whip out some eye rollers to tease you with (honeybun, lovebug, mama). this is especially true when he wants to distract you and/or snatch your attention from what you’re doing. leon never uses pet names to demean you, however, and would instead use your actual name/nickname during serious circumstances.

luis —

very romantic, very suave. he calls you by nearly every affection in the book, should you manage to keep count. bonita, corazón, cariño, are his go-tos most of the time. luis also uses possessive labels such as mi vida, mi amorcito, mi linda when he’s feeling especially clingy. or when he’s hit with with a spot of jealousy and wishes to let everyone else know you’re taken. (it happens more often than not, as it were). he’s the type who uses pet names to annoy you during arguments only because he thinks he’s slick enough to charm you out of being upset with him. (he is, but that’s not the point). he seldom uses your name/nickname in most cases.

ashley —

cutesy and food oriented. she isn’t shy about calling you the sappiest, fluffiest pet names even around others, which in turn leads to plenty of cooing and awing over your sheepish reactions. sweet pea, pumpkin, cupcake are her faves. she reasons that because she loves sweet things, it only makes sense to call you by their names since she loves you even more. that, and they sound super cute to say. ashley tends to call you by name/nickname just as often though, therefore balancing the sweetness perfectly.

ada —

sultry, on the cusp of leading to more. she’s taciturn and cautious, but reserves just a little bit of herself for you and you alone. kitten, doll, beautiful are her usual choices. always spoken to you in a whisper, like a secret she wants heard by your ears only. ada hates to share, so she can’t have just anyone thinking they can address you the same way she does. she finds herself reserving these pet names during more intimate moments spent together. she uses your name/nickname the majority of the time, but will indulge you in a murmur should you ask politely.

#resident evil 4 remake #re4 remake #resident evil 4 imagines #re4 imagines #resident evil imagines #re imagine #resident evil x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy x reader #luis sera imagines #luis serra x reader #luis sera x reader #ashley graham imagines #ashley graham x reader #ada wong imagines #ada wong x reader #inspired by…because…i want ada to call me kitten 🥺 LMAO #this started as an ada drabble but turned into an everyone kind!! i couldn’t help but imagine what cute pet names the gang would use #very self-indulgent….very much….i want leon to call me baby askdnshabaj #i have. So Many Wips!!!! for Leon!!!! i seriously need to post something for him soon or i may Explode #there’s been sooo many great fics for him!!! i’m honestly reading much more than i’m writing haha

[alessiathepirate]

Resident Evil 4

CLUELESS: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Summary: Five times they were sure they weren't dating and one time they weren't. OR: Luis, Ashley, Ada and Krauser having enough of how oblivious and clueless they are about their feelings.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing, violence, my Spanish (if I used something in the wrong context please feel free to tell me so I can improve), Luis being the number one fanboy and Ashley being best girl

•••

Prince Charming and his señorita

"Tell me señorita, are you and Prince Charming a thing?"

She looked up at Luis with furrowed eyebrows, her face full of confusion. She examined his gestures and the way the muscles around his mouth moved, forming a small, knowing smirk.

"Why? You want to take me out on a date or something?" she asked, quickly falling for the assumption that all Luis wants is to know if she's single so he can continue his flirting, hoping the one liners will magically work.

But then again, she thought, he'd still do it without remorse.

So what does he really want with that question?

"I'd love to cariño, but not with a señorita who's already taken."

"I'm not. Do whatever you want with that information."

She turned away from him, continuing her search through the small villa in hopes of some extra ammunition. She opened a drawer, but found nothing other than some old photos.

"I don't believe you, cariño." Luis said, suddenly breaking the silence.

She slammed the drawer shut in frustration and looked at him, trying to keep her cool and not get annoyed at his antics. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

She should've gotten used to his teasing by now, but it was impossible to do so. He always found something to talk about, question her about and annoy her about. And now that she was afraid her partner and the president's daughter got hurt in some way after they got seperated, Luis's teasing just crossed a line.

"Look, 'cariño', I don't know why you have to annoy me with literally everything all the time, but I'd appreciate it if you stopped." she pleaded slowly, hoping he'll just stop.

"Oh, there's nothing to feel ashamed of, mi vida. Love is a beautiful and natural thing." he continued on, as he leaned against the wall, looking at her with pure naught. "Besides, I'm sure our Yanqui feels the same way... Deep in love, you know, I'm sure it sounds familiar."

She turned away, this time to hide the slight blush that appeared on her face. Thinking about Leon like that made her stomach feel like it's doing acrobatics.

"No one looks at another person like that without being in love. And our Leon looks at you like tu eres todo su mundo."

She turned to look at him quickly, wanting to ask what he meant when he said that - and when Luis noticed her pink cheeks he just smirked.

"Aw, look at that blush! You for sure look you're not in love cariño."

"Shut up!"

"Really? You want me to? How will you let him know your feelings without my advice, ey?"

"Like I'd take your advice."

"I'm not saying you have to," Luis started to explain himself. "I'm just saying I'm your best option."

She just rolled her eyes shamelessly, but Luis didn't seem to care.

"Now- with a boy like our Leon, the best thing you can do in your situation is to make him j-"

She'll never know what he really wanted to say, because in the next second loud noises were coming from outside and both of them ran to the nearest window to figure out what was going on. The moment she realized Leon and Ashley were running towards their hideout as hoards of Spanish undead were chasing them and shouting at them, she ran towards the door, opening it without thinking twice.

"This way!" she shouted.

Ashley was the first to arrive and she gave her a short hug as she waited for Leon to get inside. When they were finally able to close the door behind themselves, she felt two strong arms quickly wrapping themselves around her shoulders and waist, and the next thing she knew she was hugging Leon like there was no tomorrow.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course I am."

"You sure?"

And even if in the next moment Luis was stuck between the wall and a very upset Leon Kennedy, he still sent a smirk her way, as if he'd say: "Sure, princesa, you two are just business partners with heart shaped eyes."

•••

The way they act around each other

"Can I ask you something?" Ashley asked as she was sitting on top of a barrel, dangling her feet as she watched Leon at the shooting range.

"Of course."

"This may sound a little weird, but- are you and Leon dating?"

She turned to look at Ashley as if she just grew another head - what in their situation was quite likely to happen.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you in a relationship with him?" Ashley asked again, examining the ways her expression changed as she waited for an answer.

"I understood what you meant the first time, it's just- what makes you think that?"

"The way you act around each other." Ashley started to explain as she looked back at Leon, who shot a cutout of a pirate in the head. "He always makes sure you're okay and you always check if he has any new bruises."

She leaned against the barrel Ashley was sitting on as she looked at the man they were talking about as well. She watched as his muscles tensed up a bit everytime he pulled the trigger, she watched as he bit his lip in concentration when the target was further away and she watched as his eyes followed the bullet's movement. She bit her lip as her heartbeat got quicker at both the sight and thought - the thought that every single person in Spain seems to think they are dating.

"I care about him."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"He seems like a great guy."

"He is a great guy." she said, knowing she's saying the truth. Whoever Leon'll date in the future - that girl will for sure be a lucky girl.

She couldn't help but giggle as Leon turned towards them with a satisfied little smile, being proud of himself that he just beat his own highscore.

"Do you think you can beat me?"

"Oh, it's on!" she smirked, accepting the challenge.

She ran up to the shooting range, leaving a confused, but happy Ashley behind. She could literally feel her gaze on them and she could heard her thoughts saying: "They are really cute!" - she shook her head, getting those thoughts out of her head. She needs to focus if she wants to win.

"Handgun?"

"Handgun."

Leon smiled as he put his hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeez, causing her to almost choke on her own saliva.

"Let's see what you can do."

As she rose her gun she could hear Ashley saying "Leon, can I ask you about something?". She missed the first shot when Ashley asked "Are you two dating?", because her heart skipped a beat and beacuse she had to force herself not to look at Leon's expression.

•••

She should keep her boyfriend on a leash

"You should keep your boyfriend on a leash." she immediatelly stopped what she was doing when she heard the very familiar voice of Ada Wong, the woman who was there the night her life became horrific. "He likes to get himself in trouble."

"He's not my boyfriend." she said her voice becoming higher from the annoyance. "And I'm sure he can make his own decisions."

"He clearly can't if you're still not together." she heard the noises of high heels meeting with the wooden floor from behind her and she was sure Ada was walking towards her.

"Where are they?"

" 'They?' " Ada asked and she hated how her voice was full of pride, meaning she knows more than she does. "They got separeted half an hour ago, so now Leon is looking for the both of you."

She turned around, looking at Ada's features hoping they'll give her an explanation to what's going on. But she couldn't read anything off of her face, it was stone cold with a bit of teasing naught.

"So what, you gave Leon a surprise visit as well?"

"No need to get jealous, he didn't give me the welcome I expected."

"What can you expect in a situation like ours?"

She didn't get an answer to her question.

"Leave the girl and get out of here as soon as you can. So maybe you two can finally go on a date." she almost shouted out in frustration, but stopped herself from doing so just in time. "But please, be brave enough to make the first move, because he won't."

For the first time since forever she became speechless and didn't even think about shooting Ada in the leg when she climbed out of the window.

•••

La misión

She almost punched Luis in the face when he touched her shoulder, scaring her and causing her well trained reflexes to react. She stopped just in time, missing his cheekbone by a thread.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Just Luis, mi amor."

"Do you want to die or something?" she asked, not knowing if she meant it as a threat or as a free life lesson.

"Not really, cariño." he answered as she let go of him and took a few steps backwards. "Now tell me, how is la misión going?"

"What mission? Ashley is fine with Leon-"

"I meant our mission, princesa, how are things going with Leon?"

"Oh my God, why do you hate me so much?" she whispered the poetic question as she hid her face in her palms.

"Any success with the confession yet?"

"Can we just stop talking about my love life?"

"Not really, cariño, since we only share this mission together. After that you're on your own."

She chose not to answer and decided to take a look at her surroundings. The other door was locked, she checked it just before Luis arrived, so she had to find another way around the castle if she wanted to reunite with Ashley and Leon. God, she really hoped they are okay, there are some strong enemies around here.

Five seconds. She left Luis unsupervised for five seconds while she walked up to a window deep in thoughts, and Luis has already gotten bored. And in his boredom he decided to give Leon a call.

"Luis, where are you?" she could hear Leon's slightly annoyed voice through the trasmitter.

"Sorry I, uh, I screwed up." he started in a quite serious tone, but then glanced at her and smiled. "Come to our rescue Prince Charming!"

"I'll show you charming!" she almost laughed at his anger. "Wait, what do you mean 'our'?"

Luis turned the transmitter towards her, so Leon could get a clear view of her standing in front of the window. She just furrowed her eyebrows, having enough of both Luis and the situation.

Leon looked both frustrated and confused as he looked at her. She sent a smile his way.

"I met up with your señorita, Sancho. We might as well continue our adventure together, sí?" he turned the machine away from her. "Meet us in the Ballroom and don't be late! Or I'll be the one asking her for a dance! Nos vemos!"

As she looked at the man acting like a child, the only thought she had was: "I should've punched him straight in the jaw."

•••

The rookie kept his girl scout around

"I see you kept your girlfriend around, rookie."

That was the last fucking straw. The last fucking person she wanted to hear that sentence from. If Leon doesn't grab her hand, she would've shot Krauser in the face - and it's not like she's stupid. She knows it wouldn't kill him, but she'd enjoy the feeling of looking at the damaged muscles on his face.

Luis should be the one teasing them. He should be the one walking with them, telling them every five seconds how cute they are and how beautiful amor is. Not that asshole...

She wanted to shout at him, scream at him in anger and sadness, but Leon's grip on her stopped her in that as well. She looked at his face, questioning why he's holding her back when Krauser killed Luis in cold blood for absolutely nothing...

"Don't let him get in your head..." was all he said, as he kept a firm hold on her and they started to walk among the ruins.

"Oh, you're worried about the girl, is that it?" Krauser asked as he played with the knife in his hands. "No, I don't think that's it. I think you're worried about another girl, am I right? You're worried about your girlfriend even though she went through the same training as you. But that's just like you. You always had poor judgment."

She saw how Leon's jaw tightened and it was her turn to keep a firm hold on him, not letting him fall apart.

"But if you think I'm gonna let you out of here alive... you're even more naive than I thought." she was pushed to Leon's other side, further away from Krauser. "You can't save her. You can't save anyone."

She could feel the tension in his body grow and in a last hopeful chance to calm him down she said: "Come on, Leon. 'Don't let him get in your head.' "

"Or do you think you can save the girl scout?" for a short second their gaze met and she wished she could spit at him from this distance. "We both know she wasn't the best in hand-to-hand combat."

"Give it up, Krauser!" Leon acted on his anger so suddenly, that her heartbeat quickened from the sudden fear. "Being a lackey for these maniacs won't bring your men back. And what the Hell for? Revenge on the goverment? You think they would want that?"

She could feel the cold running through her back, the feeling of close danger sharpened her senses. She kept her gaze on Krauser, not daring to blink, afraid that she'll miss the first attack.

"Revenge? You think I'm doing all this for revenge?"

"Isn't that what this is all about?"

She stopped listening to what Krauser was saying and rather focused on his body language. She saw how with every word he says out loud his shoulders become more tense. Some kind of slight anger was about to overtake him.

So what? Let it. She's always liked to fight him when he was pissed off, because then he made more mistakes.

"You know," she started. "you were always an asshole. At least you were a honored one in the past... now, you're simply just an asshole."

She felt Leon's body tense up at her words and she realized he's afraid Krauser will hurt her.

"Enough reminiscing!" this time he couldn't hide his frustration. "Move out and draw fire, soldier!"

She reacted quickly, pulling Leon behind a broken column long before Krauser started to fire. As she sat there, she pulled out her handgun and then put her knife in her shoe. Knowing their ex-major, she'll need that more, but it's better to use that as a surprise.

"Next time, try not to piss him off."

She turned to Leon with a half smile. "What? You think only you can do that, rookie?"

"Stop it!"

"Come on!" she teased with a small smirk. "I know you love it when that name is coming from me."

Leon couldn't hide how his mouth wanted to form a smile. "I let you call me that. Now let's go and kick his ass!"

"Oh, I feel honored!" she said as she got to her knees and shot her first bullet from behind the column.

•••

Fear makes your heart feel full

She felt like her heart stopped beating for a few moments when Leon fell to the ground and it didn't take more than half a second for her to join him on the floor. She landed on her knees as she pressed one of her hands to her chest tightly, still feeling the pain the machine caused as it removed the plaga. The fear that flooded her mind made her numb, her breathing became heavy as she looked up at Ashley and asked her to help her get him up in the medical chair, so they can get the plaga out of him as well.

And now as she sat next to him, holding his hand as she waited for him to wake up she felt like nothing else matters. She won't take a single fucking step without him.

"He'll be fine. I'm sure of it." Ashley said who has found a chair close to them.

"I know." she muttered and she had to swallow, because her mouth felt dry. "I know he will, I'm just- worried about him."

She examined his features, looked him up and down to make sure he's okay - and when she realized he seems calm and relaxed, she felt like she can breath again. Only moments ago he was in pain. She could see it on his face, the way the muscles around his eyes and nose moved... But not anymore. Now he seems to feel better. His cheeks aren't red and the black veins disappeared as well.

"Ashley?"

"Yes?"

"When- when you thought we were dating... You spoke about this, didn't you? How we take care of each other..." she felt her heartbeat quicken as she muttered the last few words.

"Yes, this is what I was talking about."

She looked at Leon again, feeling the pure need to hug him and keep him close so she could feel the heat radiating off of him and feel the way his body is moving with every small breath.

"I don't think I'd be able to feel like this about anyone else... Not even in a relationship."

She could see the soft smile on Ashley's face and for a moment she saw the both of them in a café back in the USA, talking and laughing about nothing at all.

"He's not just a friend, is he?"

"I don't know. Luis said he looks at me like 'tu eres todo su mundo'. Like 'you're his whole world'."

"I can see what he meant by that." for a moment the atmosphere became sad - Luis was still a new loss and a fresh wound, and with that a still present regret. She should've been more playful instead of being an asshole. "That's how you look at Leon everytime we're at the shooting range."

"He looks good at the shooting range." she said without thinking, feeling her cheeks become red soon after.

"You know, it's hard to find a normal guy these days. I'm happy you found each other."

"So you don't have a nice guy in a suit waiting for you at home?" she asked teasingly.

"No. Not really."

"Well I'm sure we can say that after this messed up adventure you won't need one. You'll look after yourself just fine and you'll have time to find that nice guy." she smiled at Ashley who felt more like a friend by now than the president's daughter.

In the next second Leon's hand moved in her hold and she almost fell off the chair. She stood up instead of staying there and she tightened her hold on him.

"Jesus Christ, Leon!" she spoke up, her voice full of both worry and happiness as she looked down at him. "You pull an act like that again and you'll burry me the next time you wake up."

He opened his eyes, the blue irises full of confusion as he looked up at her while he tried to get used to the light.

"The plaga..."

"We removed it." she said, not letting him finish his sentence. "There's no need to worry about that anymore."

She noticed that Ashley walked further away from them, giving them some privacy even if there wasn't another room to go to. Then her gaze was back on Leon again as she slowly let go of his hand.

"You removed it?"

"Yeah, we did." she smiled at him, feeling like her heart is full - full of so many emotions she doesn't know what to feel. "God, I was so worried about you."

"It's fine, I'm fine. Thanks to you."

They smiled at the other with one of those small, shy smiles what paints everyones cheeks pink.

"Can you stand up?"

"Sure, don't worry about that."

But he couldn't stand up. His legs gave up halfway and if she's not there he would've landed on the ground again.

"Careful. You have to take care of yourself." she scolded him as she helped him up, but didn't take a step away from him even when he was standing with a straight back. She craved the closeness more than anything.

"I'm not the priority here."

"Of course you are! To me you fucking are!" the frustration and worry spoke from her without regret and now that she said that out loud, her breathing became heavy.

"Good to know we feel the same about each other."

They didn't speak for a moment and she couldn't do so even if she tried to, because Leon's right hand gently touched her right cheek; his thumb brushing along the angry red cut she got from Krauser's knife.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It never did."

"Such a liar." Leon laughed as he let go of her face.

"But you love me like that."

"Damn right I do."

For a few seconds she forgot how to breath and her chest started to ache, ache from all the bottled up emotions and the realization that he said that out loud. He said that out loud. Her eyes started to sting - God, she's such a weak girl, just like Krauser said in the past; crying over the things she shouldn't cry over...

"You do? You-" she took a deep breath before she continued. "You love me?"

The silence set in again, neither of them daring to speak up. She noticed how Leon shied away from her gaze and how her own heartbeat became dangerously fast.

"Of course he does!" Ashley's voice came so suddenly that she flinched, getting closer to her partner, because she forgot Ashley was still in the room with them. "And if he doesn't take you out on a date when we get back home..."

No one said anything else about that. Leon just pressed a kiss to her forehead, almost giving her a heart attack whille he did so.

"Let's get out of here, yeah? So we can go out on a date..."

She didn't miss Ashley's quiet 'Finally' after they parted. She couldn't miss it even if she tried to.

As they got ready to leave, she noticed that her heart feels full. Full of love, love to give and accept. After all, love is a beautiful and natural thing and she for sure won't be afraid to look at Leon like he's her mundo entero. Not anymore.

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[leviathansshadycorner]

Be Realistic ( Leon x reader)

Short blurb because I'm in a mood - Yes based off of that Britney broski audio lmao Warnings: low self esteem reader, body issues ALSO I LOVE ASHLEY GUYS SO DW DW SHES MY BBG SHE JUST SEEMED APPROPRIATE TO USE IN THIS SCENARIO LMAO

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Rebecca and you sat at the edge of the backyard, both of you sprawled out on the lawn chairs. Claire had thrown a summer pool party, deciding it'd be a smart idea to invite people from work. Ada and Claire were chatting among themselves, sipping away at their colorful drinks, Luis urging everyone to put on sunscreen, and Carlos, Jill, and Chris having a competition to see who could do the best cannonball. Among the partygoers was Ashley Graham, the owner of the house in which Claire was throwing the party.

"She's so gorgeous," Rebecca comments, her sunglasses protecting her brown doe eyes.

"I know." You added, the two of you ogling at Ashley's beauty. She wore a cute brown-colored two-piece, with a metal ring in the front that held the top together, which accentuated her complexion and made her appear like a Victoria's Secret model.

"Hey guys, have any of you seen Leon?" Ashley called out, holding the deflated pink dolphin in her hands.

His name made your stomach twist, and you swear you could've felt your heart pang. The way his name rolled off her tongue was so natural, almost melodic.

"Right here." Leon came out from behind the glass sliding doors. He was the only one still in his normal clothes, deciding he was too cool or some shit for the pool party.

The man walked his way along the perimeter of the pool to Ashley. His muscles showing as he carried the air pump to the girl.

"Dumbass, why did you bring it all the way out here?" Chris commented.

"Easy access." Came Leon's response.

"Thanks, Leon!" Ashley beamed, her pouty pink lips curling into a smile that even made your heart flutter. Leon stood close to her, handing his hand out for her to give him the floaty. She complied, and handed it over, their exchange making your eyes lose their gleam.

"My hero." Ashley was excited, her floaty finally being of use.

Rebecca noticed you from the corner of her eyes. She knew about your little huge crush on Leon. The girl watched as your face crept with sadness- dare she say- disappointment.

"Kind of funny how he's still in his normal clothes." She tries to distract you. "Typical Leon."

You looked at her and smiled, "I know. I was hoping to see him shirtless." The two of you giggled, letting out cackles, Ada and Claire looking your way to see what the commotion was about.

"Why don't you go ask him to take it off?" She teased, turning her body to look at you.

"Hmm, maybe." You said boldly, even though you knew you'd rather fall in the pool and drown than do that.

"Bet. You won't." She smirked, challenging you.

"Pftt I totally would." You played yourself up.

"Then go." Rebecca eyes you.

After being riled up by Rebecca, a burst of confidence shot threw you. It couldn't be that hard right? You and Leon bantered and flirted on missions before, so what difference would this make? Plus it was totally appropriate for you to tell him off about his weird pool attire or rather lack of it.

"Watch me Chambers." You told your best friend as you got up from the lawn chair. You were wearing a (top of your choice) that you brought a size too small to make your figure pop. The shorts that you wore were Rebbeca's basketball shorts that she had let you borrow last minute after you changed your mind about wearing a one-piece.

Feeling confident in your tight outfit you began to strut toward Leon and Ashley, the sun's beams hitting the floor making the cement beneath your feet warm. As you approached you caught a glimpse of yourself in the glass sliding doors. Immediately your confidence shrank.

How could you have been so delusional to wear this out? It looked nothing like the way you pictured it in your head. Your model like posture returned to that of a hunchback as you shamefully scurried past Leon and Ashley, walking along the whole edge of the pool, stopping by the coolers to grab two waters, and heading back to a frowning Rebecca.

Leon and Ashley to focused on judging Chris and Carlos' Cannonballs to notice you.

"What happened?" She ask as she noticed the shift in your demeanor.

"Nothing." You sighed handing her a water.

"(Y/n) we already have water." She pushes her sunglasses up to her head as she stares at you. You take a seat on the same lawn chair.

You whined. "Why didn't you tell me I looked like shit?" It was only loud enough for her to hear.

"What you don't though.." She reassures you as she places a hand on your back. "(Y/n) you look hot!"

You didn't believe it. Surely she was only saying this because as your best friend she was obligated to. Your mind flashed back to the image of you in the glass doors. Your hair was flat yet awfully frizzy at the same time, you stood like a toddler who barely knew how to walk, and your legs looked like they were overflowing in Rebecca's tiny shorts. To make things worse you were sure the chlorine from your previous dip had made your skin look all dry.

You looked around for the oversized shirt you came here in. When you found it you shielded your body from the eyes of the partygoers.

"(Y/n).." Rebecca looked concerned.

"I don't know why I even tried talking to him. I probably look like an idiot." You leaned on Rebecca's shoulder as you two blankly watched the Beefy Brazillian splash into the pool.

"Because you like him. And I'm pretty sure he likes you too." She giggled.

"No- he likes Ashley." You said defeated, your emotions coming out now that you'd made yourself vulnerable. You saw the way those two looked at each other. They had something you wish you had with Leon.

"I don't think so." She wraps her arm around your waist. Smirking when she notices Leon glance over at you two.

"I think I'm just gonna accept my Leon-less life." You said leaning into your friend for comfort. Your eyes occasionally glancing over at an out of place Leon as he shouts at Chris.

"What? You're just not gonna try?"

You sighed. "There's really no point Becca."

She scoffed, "(Y/n)- you're totally out of his league. You can get him if you wanted to."

"Becca!" You groaned, your inner teen always came out when hanging out with her. "I can't. Have you seen the way she looks? She can get him!" You laughed, deciding to find the humor in your failed attempts at love.

"Oh (Y/n) you can too!" Her short hair bounced as she shaked you.

You turned around your hand practically digging into 's shoulder as you stared at her dead in the eye. "Be realistic. Be so fucking for real." You shook her back, your voice that of a goblins.

The two of you laughed as you spewed out nonsensical noises.

The conversation then shifted to celebrity crushes, "You think I have a chance with Josh Hutcherson?" Rebecca lays down on the lawn chair.

"Hundred percent yes." You replied, "What about me and Nick cage?"

"I see that." Rebecca smirks.

"Wait. What about me and Da-" Before you could finish your sentence Leon's shadow loomed over you, causing both you and Rebecca to jump.

"What about you and who?" He asked as he took a seat on the lawn chair you were previously on.

Your heart fell to your ass. "Oh my god you scared me." You and Rebecca giggled.

"You're not going in the pool?" Leon asked, leaning back in the chair.

"You know we were about to ask you the same thing. What's up with the clothes Kennedy?" Rebecca raised an eyebrow, she then nudged your shoulder.

"Yeah, lose the shirt, Leon." You said on cue. A fire growing in your stomach.

"I will if you do." He hooked his hands under his grey shirt as he began to pull it off.

Scratch that. The fire in your stomach was now a full-on Volcano.

#fanfic #xreader #reader insert #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #pool party #rebecca chambers #ashley graham #claire redfield #chris redfield #carlos oliveira #luis sera resident evil #ada wong #jill valentine #resident evil x reader

[the-abyss-of-fandoms]

Me when I learned that MY OWN bullets can hurt Ashley:

#I thought we were going by video game rules capcom #it’s gone too far now #I could’ve finished some areas with less deaths Bcz of this #too realistic jk I love this game but damn it keeps surprising #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 leon #ashley graham re4 #ashley graham #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader

[will-of-dumpsterfire]

🖤💖🖤

#Spotify #heartlocket #leon scott kennedy #Leon Kennedy #re4 #resident evil #ashley graham #leon x ashley #Leon Kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #Leon Kennedy the SONG let’s fucking go #support this artist!!! #BRG #leon kennedy smut #where are my Leon girls ??? reblog this pls

[dilfartist]

May I request a Part 3 for the Leon las plagas fic?? It's just so!!! Exciting!! How reader reacts to the pregnancy? Weird side effects??? Does Leon's aggression turn into more smothering affection? Do the scientists conduct physical tests on reader (how does Leon react to that??? Does he have to be restrained? Is he present?) Her thoughts as shes kept in relative isolation? Does she bond with the baby she's carrying (talking to the bump, playing games)?

Missed - short (pt.3)

Pairing; Yandere Las Plagas Leon Kennedy x reader

Synopsis; Visiting Leon after your check-up

Reader description; Female/GN

Edited: No, Yes

Word count; 1k

TW; kidnapping, forced pregnancy, SA mentioned.

Notes; {Last part! Also, very sorry if this isn’t a good ending just wanted to post something to get me into writing again.}

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

“Mrs.(Last name), your breakfast is ready.”

The radiant lights flick on, nearly blinding you despite the dark blanket covering your face, gaining an irked groan from you. It takes an effort to lift yourself, the additional weight in your abdomen making it a laborious act. “What is It?” you utter, voice raspy.

A Nurse enters the room. She hauls in a full tray of food. Providing you with a polite smile, she set the tray on your blanketed lap. “This morning we made you: pancakes, bacon, and eggs; just as you requested yesterday.” You nod showing acknowledgment, returning her polite smile. “After you eat, we’ll start with your check-up. Okay?” you nod once again and she takes her queue to exit.

It’s been four prolonged months since you conceived the baby, or what the scientists declare “experiment 12,”. While your time staying here hasn’t been the best it’s beginning to feel like your new life.

You follow a schedule: first breakfast, then a check-up, maybe a meeting with Leon, and whatever else happens throughout the day.

The food here is okay. Truth be told you wish you could have a burger, maybe even convince one of the workers to stop by a fast food joint. Unfortunately, the scientists prefer for you to eat what they provide and only what they provide. Some day you’ll convince them the baby wants it. Maybe then they’ll get it.

“Let’s get this over with,” you mumble to yourself. You get out of bed and head over to your wardrobe, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a random comfortable shirt. It was nice of them to bring your clothes from home, they were way more comfortable than what they had suggested you wear at first.

“I’m ready,” you call out, knowing they are watching you from the other side of the glass. A doctor enters the room clutching a pen and clipboard. She pushes in a cart of medical supplies, “Hello, Mrs. (last name),” she sings, “How’s you and the baby?” She sits on the chair adjacent to your bed, patting the edge to encourage you to sit as well.

“We’re fine.” you groan, lifting your body up to take a seat beside her on the bed.

“Hm, still no out-of-the-ordinary cravings for pregnancy - no pains?”

“No, still none.” you sighed, looking down at your pregnant ample belly.

Throughout your pregnancy, everything seemed to be normal. You had the same cravings as any other woman, the normal discomforts as other pregnant women- everything appeared expected for a pregnant woman. It provoked worry from both you and the scientists. The normalcy in the pregnancy could lead to an abnormally painful birth or an abnormally formed baby; as hypothesized by the scientists.

You look up to see her documenting the given information on her clipboard. “I’m still allowed to see Leon, right?” you inquire, tone a bit desperate. She glances up from her paper and smiles at you, “Yup! After we’re done, I’ll take you to his chambers.” She clicks her pen and the blue ink tip withdrawals. Putting away the pencil, she pulls out the medical supplies and begins to examine you.

She runs a couple of tests which take about twenty minutes. Then she gets to your belly; gently she touches around the round flesh, her fingertips slightly poking at you not enough to earn your discomfort. You watch as her brows begin to furrow slightly, growing in intensity after every couple of seconds that her hands explore your belly. From your point of view, it’s like she’s checking a fleshy watermelon, gently shaking and poking at it.

After a while of poking and rubbing you like a crystal ball, she holds your stomach for a minute, and her eyes widen slightly. She bends down and lifts your stomach.

“I finally found something anomalous,” she says triumphantly, a smug grin spreading on her face as she perks up at you. You peer down at her, curiously attempting to look at yourself but ultimately failing due to your belly’s size. “What? What is it?”

She stands tall pulling off her blue gloves. “Your stomach is heavier than a normal pregnant woman’s.” She ambles to the trash can by the door and disregards the gloves. “I don’t know why I haven’t noticed it before- maybe this happened overnight or something.” She shrugs.

Now that you consider it, you have noticed other pregnant women don’t find normal tasks as difficult as you do. Well, they obviously do find it hard- you meant from what you’ve been told by the doctors. Usually, women rate their pain as a five or six. You’d rate your pain as a seven or eight in recent days.

Instinctively, you began to caress your stomach. How bad would it hurt during the birth procedure? Wouldn’t the heavier the abdomen mean the heavier the baby? Your eyes widen and suck in a quivering breath. She takes notice of the change in mood, asking what’s the matter. You explain to her your concerns resulting in her chuckling, “There is a possibility of the birth being a bit hard, but I assure you, you’ll be in good hands.”

She leads you out of your room where two security officers are awaiting your arrival. They greet you with a nod of their heads, then continue to look onwards. You’re escorted through the plain white hallways until you finally reach a heavily gated metal door. One of the security guards walks over to put in the code, ensuring his back faces you. The doors open wide and you depart the doctor's side to enter.

Listening closely you can make out the dialogue from taxi driver playing at a medium volume. You shut the door behind you softly.

Leon sits in a wing chair, one leg across the other, slouching back with his head resting on his palm. Leon can usually detect when you’ve entered the room by your scent and the sound of your footsteps, but he was too captivated by the movie. Cute.

You tip-toe over, a mischievous grin spreading across your lips. Resting against the top part of the chair you tap the top of his head. Leon jerks forward slightly, he looks up, ruby eyes meeting yours. It takes him but a moment to realize it's you. He grins at you, “You surprised me.” he comments with a chuckle.

“Really? I thought I gave you a hard attack.” you giggle. You take your seat in the other wing chair pointed toward the television.

Leon smiles softly at you. Good, you think. Leon was starting to show off his emotions more openly now.

After the night you had conceived, Leon avoided you like the plague. His mind was guilted with the knowledge of what he had done to you. The person he swore he’d never hurt. It took weeks for him to look you in the eyes. About a month to finally start talking to you continuously instead of spewing a few words as a response to you. Now he was showing his emotions off after a couple of months.

“How was today's check-up? You did have one today right?” Leon questions, slightly moving his chair in your direction.

“Yeah the baby is still healthy but we found out it's really heavy.”

Leon nods his head taking in the new information. You decide to question him on his time away from you, “what about you? Anything new?”

Leon absentmindedly fiddles with his fingers, he recalls his day in slow-formed sentences, “Well, they finally told me when I’d be able to continue working.” Leon had been wanting to get back to work sometime, he’d been asking every month since his captivity. “They say I’ll start next month.”

You hum, “That’s great, baby.”

“It's good and all,” Leon starts, leaning back in his chair, “but I hope I’m not out when the baby comes.” Leon didn't trust anyone in the building when it came to the baby’s delivery. He wanted to be there not only for your safety but to unsure they wouldn’t try anything.

“We still need to decide the name,” Leon notes.

Leon lets out a small sigh, displaying a small smile. He looks at your stomach, “That reminds me, what about the gender? Do you know it yet? Did they tell you?”

“Oh, yeah! Give me a second.” You abruptly stand, hurrying your way as fast as your swollen feet can go to the door. You tap on the door. Tap, Tap, Tap. The door opens slightly ajar, and the doctor peaks in slightly. “Is everything okay?” her eyes flash worry. “Do you have the paper for the baby’s gender?” her worry dissipates, “Yes.” she slides in a vanilla envelope through the crack.

You close the door and make your way back to Leon. Presenting the vanilla envelope to him, he turns to you quickly, eyes slightly wide. “Should I open it, or you?” you sing, waving it in the air.

Leon focuses on the envelope, lips pursed in thought. His eyes softly turn to you, “Could you, please?”

“Okay.” you oblige, teasing him by moving ever so slowly.

“...what do you think?”

“...is it a boy?”

You grin at him not uttering a single word. Leon isn’t sure if his assumption is correct or not, so he asks for the second option. “Is it a girl?” This time instead of making him guess you nod your head.

A smile crosses Leon's face, but it's different from any other you've seen from him. It’s genuine. It wasn’t like Leon never smiled, just a few minutes ago he was- this was just different. He had a smile you could only capture when the subject of a candid photograph isn’t aware of the camera.

Leon is the first to move, hugging you tightly and slightly rocking your body along with his.

If it weren't for the circumstances of the situation, perhaps you too could find unconditional joy in the moment. Yet you can’t. At the end of the day, this child could tear you to bits. At the end of the day, you could die because of the possible unatural birth. At the end of the day, you could be shot down like an unuseful dog after their experiment is finally birthed.

You know the pleasure you feel in these moments will soon come to a soul-crushing end, so traumatizing you’ll awake in a cold sweat many years later if they have not disposed of you.

For now, you’ll indulge in the normalcy of the situation as much as you can.

For soon that will come to a crushing end.

#dilfartist #yandere tw #yandere #yandere leon #las plagas! leon #leon kennedy x reader #yandere leon kennedy #leon kennedy #yandere resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil fanfiction #ashley graham #tw kidnapping #tw dark content #dark theme #ada wong

[redfieldkennedy]

leon and luis jealousy this, leon and ada jealousy that. where are my fics of leon and ashley fighting over reader. i want them being soooo sweet to you while also being so filthy when the other can't hear. they both whisper the absolute dirtiest things to you that gets your whole face flushed immediately. but as soon as theyre in the same room with you, they are doting over you and being so sweet and caring, treating you like you hung the moon and stars yourself.

leon helping you down from ledges and protecting you, wrapping his jacket around you when you start shivering from the rain. he always checks on you first after a fight, making sure you didn't get hurt even if he's actively bleeding.

ashley is constantly hanging off your arm, holding you close to her and chatting with you, keeping your mind off of what's happening as much as possible. she'll also try to push you to safety first when zombies start arriving.

but as soon as you're alone with one, they can't help themselves. leon will tell you how much he wants to be in between your thighs, how he wants you to bend you over a table and make you forget anything and everything that isn't him. ashley will touch you innocently at first, but soon her fingers on your knee slides higher and she's teasing you over your clothes, leaving you a whimpering mess.

#😖😖😖 i want a pretty boy and girl fighting over me #leon s kennedy #ashley graham #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #ashley graham x reader #ashley graham x you #drabble #mywriting #notsfw