#monster!leon s kennedy x fem!reader

[lipglossanon]

Urban Legend

shape shifter/wendigo!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, monsterfucking, dirty talk, mentions of cannibalism, threats, CNC, rape fantasy, rape talk, oral (f receiving), impromptu thigh job lol, biting, blood kink, multiple creampies, fingering, overstimulation, belly bulge, cum inflation, breeding kink, double penetration in one hole

not proofread ✌️ it’s all made up and the points don’t matter 😜

I literally had to stop myself from writing so sorry if the ending is sudden/lame 😝

“There’s no way that it’s real,” you scoff into your phone.

“Then why was it in the newspaper, huh?” Your friend’s voice sounds tinny on the other end, letting you know you’ll be out of range soon. 

“To sell them, duh,” you laugh, “hey listen, I’m about to lose service so I’ll talk to you on Monday.”

“Call me if anything happens!” her concern makes you smile to yourself. 

“Will do, bye!”

You lock your phone and slide it back into your pocket. A quick glimpse of a chimney in the treeline lets you know you’re almost to the cabin. It’s just a small little one bed, one bath place deep in the middle of the woods. Your parents moved and left the place to you, so you’re not able to come out as much as you like so it’s a little more rundown than in previous years. 

You have to park at the bottom and make the mile long hike up the mountain in order to reach it. There’s an ATV parked in the shed for any emergencies, but you’ve made the trek all these years without any issues so fingers crossed this will just be another year in the bucket. 

Stepping up onto the small porch, you pull out the spare key and unlock the door. A branch snaps off in the woods and you shoot a look over your shoulder. Your friend’s nervousness seems to be rubbing off on you. Rolling your eyes, you turn back to open the door. 

“There’s no such thing as werewolves anyways,” you mutter under your breath. 

She gave you a quick breakdown of the last several month’s events while you talked to her on your walk. She told you there’s been missing livestock for weeks until suddenly a few local parishioners went missing after service and were found brutally mutilated days later. Attacks have been gradually ramping up, peaking around the full moon especially (which just happens to be the weekend you decided for a mini vacation at the cabin, go figure). 

The locals believe in some old wives tales about a werewolf returning every hundred years. You think it’s kinda cute they hold onto such old superstitions, but it’s more than likely some bobcat or mountain lion that’s come down due to deforestation in the area. 

You let these thoughts wash over you as you bustle around the cabin; you get everything in place and mentally thank your dad for putting up solar panels years ago. Those paired with the propane tank and generator outside means you won’t be without hot running water or lights. 

Once you’re all settled in, you decide to make something quick and simple for dinner before relaxing in front of the fireplace. Stretching out on the beat up couch, you scrunch your toes in the thick fuzzy socks you love to wear this time of year and flip open the book you brought with you. You’ve just found the most comfortable position for reading, becoming more engrossed page by page when a loud thudding knock rings out from your door. You jump at the sound and scowl over at the door. 

Another knock happens and you close your book, making sure your bookmark is securely tucked in the pages, and raise up. Quietly walking to the door, you peek out of the peephole and see an injured man slumped against the porch railing. Your heartbeat quickens and you watch as he raises a tired hand to knock on the door again. Glancing around the area yields nothing but trees and the dusky twilight. 

You tiptoe away and grab the rifle out of the gun safe next to the fireplace. As you walk back over, the man knocks once more. 

“How can I help you?” You call out from your side of the door, gazing back through the peephole. 

The man tilts his face up, fringe falling away for you to make out a strong jawline. 

“I-I was attacked and n-need help,” he winces, arm hugging his middle where you can see blood seeping through his shirt, “some kinda w-wild animal. I just need a phone or a first aid kit. Please, miss.” 

You pause, eyes glancing down to the gun in your hands. On the off chance he’s faking, well he won’t be for long.

“What’s your name?” You call out, pulling your phone from your pocket. 

“Leon. Leon Kennedy,” he grunts, clenching his waist.

You type it out in your notes as well as a text message just to be on the safe side and lock your phone again. Unbolting the heavy door, you pull it open, gun at your side. 

He glances down at the weapon and back up to you, a small grin pulling at the corners of his mouth before pain pinches his expression. 

“Promise I don’t bite.”

You gesture forward and he takes a staggering step before pausing. 

“Are you coming in or what?”

He grimaces and takes another halting step, “Yeah, just hurts to move.”

You shift on your feet, debating with yourself before setting the gun down and stepping forward. 

“I’ll help you,” you murmur, taking his other arm and placing it over your shoulders. 

You angle him in the doorway first and help him hobble over to a chair near the fire. 

“Thank you,” he breathes out a sigh of relief before groaning, “cut me pretty deep.”

You walk over to pick up the gun and move it back to the safe. Making your way to the bathroom, you pull the first aid pack from under the sink and walk over to your impromptu guest. 

“Can you take your shirt off?”

“Shouldn’t you buy me dinner first,” he jokes, but stiffly slips his shirt over his head. 

You smile sardonically and snap open the bag, “I usually don’t harbor strange men on my days off, so I guess I don’t quite know the protocol.”

He laughs but it ends in another pained groan, hand pressing against the clawed marks across his ribs. 

“Shit, that might need stitches,” you frown, pulling out the disinfectant. 

Once you clean off the area, you notice it’s not as deep as you thought.

“Luckily we didn’t need to use the quick clot,” you smear antibacterial ointment over the wounds and pull out the gauze. 

He hums but doesn’t say anything; his blue eyes haven’t moved from your face the entire time you’ve been ‘doctoring’ him. 

“Thank you for this, I really thought I was gonna be wandering the woods for hours,” he finally speaks as you tape a bandage across his ribs and wrap it with the gauze (to be on the safe side you murmur to him). 

“Well, tomorrow, we can ride the ATV down and call a friend or the local ranger since you were attacked by an animal,” you zip up the first aid kit and grab all the rubbish to toss in the trash. 

He nods, “Okay.”

“You’ll be sleeping on the couch,” you point to the old upholstered couch in question, “it’s not big but it’s better than the floor.”

His eyes flick from the couch back to you, “I appreciate it. Better than being outside, ya know.”

He quirks a smile at his own words and you give a tight one in response. 

Sitting down in the chair across from him, you give him a quick once over, “Are you okay though? Like I’m not doctor, but I can help you down the mountain to my car if you really need one.”

He shakes his head, a softer smile pulling at his lips, “No, I’m good. Thanks though.”

“What happened?”

“I have a place out here and decided to go for a walk and an asshole jumped out of the bushes and nicked my ribs, knocked me down. I got a little disoriented and wound up over here. I could hear it following me up until I reached your porch.”

You rub your arms and gaze over to the front door, “Did you see what it was?”

“Some kinda wolf I think,” his brows furrow as he thinks back, “big for a wolf though.”

His expression clears as he looks back at you, “You live here?”

Shaking your head, you drop his gaze to look into the fireplace, “No, just a weekend getaway. Shitty job and even shittier neighbors getting on my nerves, so here I am.”

He laughs, “You don’t love your job?”

“No, not really,” a small smile crosses your face turning back to him, “does anyone?”

Leon shrugs before hissing from jostling the wound, “Mine’s not so bad. I work security.”

“Ahh, any place I know?” 

He shakes his head, “It’s local.”

You hum in reply and glance at your watch. 

“Well, I’m going to head to bed,” you stand and make your way back to the gun safe, pulling out the rifle again, “not to be rude, but I don’t know you from Adam so if you need to get my attention, I highly stress knocking and waiting for me to reply.”

His gaze doesn’t move from your face, “Read you loud and clear, miss.”

“Bathrooms through there, kitchen is there,” you point at each in turn, but with the open floor plan it would be hard for Leon to miss any of this, “I’ll probably wake up pretty early and make coffee. Then we’ll head down, okay?”

He nods along with you, “Okay, I’ll see you in the morning then.”

You walk over to the bedroom and right before the door snaps shut, Leon calls out to you. 

“Goodnight!”

“Goodnight,” you parrot, giving one last look to the stranger now sitting on your couch. 

His eyes seem to reflect the firelight making you shiver. In a blink, everything seems normal making you think you only imagined it. Closing the door all the way, you slide the lock in place and crawl into bed, leaning the rifle next to your nightstand. 

He says he lives nearby but you’ve been coming to this cabin for most of your life and have never heard of any neighbors. It’s one of the reasons why your parents bought this place, the seclusion of not having anyone around for miles. He’s just really suspicious to you, even if he is cute. 

You eventually drift off, eyes trained on the door until they’re slipping shut. A loud jarring sound from the living room wakes you with a jerk. Raising up your hand hovers over your gun. A loud muffled curse makes you deflate a little. Leaving your warm bed, you unlock and open your bedroom door a crack to see Leon kneeling over the chair he must’ve ran into. 

“You okay?” You call out making him jump, head jerking around to the sound of your voice. 

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, “I sorta tripped. Sorry to wake you up.”

You shrug and step out, making your way over to the kitchen, “Shit happens.”

Leon watches you as you grab a bottle of water from the fridge. 

“You seem really interesting,” he tosses out as you drink your water, “it’s kinda refreshing.”

“No offense Leon, but this is super weird for me,” you blatantly state, squinting at him, “in all my time being up here, I’ve never run into anyone else.”

“I was attacked,” he gestures to his ribs, “and I walked around for a while before finding you. It’s not like I was hiding out for you.”

He laughs suggesting it’s a joke, but there’s a ring of truth to his words that makes your hair stand on end. You eye the block of knives to your left. 

Once he realizes you’re not laughing, he tapers off, a queer little smile tugging at his lips. 

“I think I’ve spooked you,” he sighs, placing his chin in his palm as it rests against the chair, “didn’t mean to, miss.”

Using the excuse of sitting your bottle down on the counter, you side step closer to the knives. 

A grin stretches wide across his face, “Those won’t do you any good.”

Your fingernails dig into the soft meat of your palms as you level a flat look at the man in front of you. 

“And why not, Leon?”

He tilts his head, fringe shifting until only one blue eye can be seen, “Because they’re not sharp enough, silly.”

By the time your fingers wrap around the handle of a butcher’s knife, four sharp claws are wrapped around your neck, thumb digging into your jaw to tilt your head up. Your brain stutters, trying to comprehend what you’re even looking at now. 

He’s monstrous, blocking out the light completely, his body towering above your frame by a couple of feet, not including the curled ram horns protruding from his head. From what little you can see, you’re grateful for the dark. He chuckles a low warbling sound that has your heart rate kicking into overdrive. 

“You’re very interesting,” you feel a cold press of something hard and smooth against your ear, “think I’ll keep you for myself.”

He drags you closer to the fire and you catch a flash of an animal skull in place of a face before he turns away and in a blink he looks human as he did earlier tonight. 

He smiles at you, “Gotta remember not to scare you too much.”

With all the insanity that has taken place in the last few minutes, you find yourself blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.

“You weren’t even hurt, you asshole. Made me waste my first aid gauze.”

Surprise crosses Leon’s features before he’s smiling again, too wide to be human. You can see his pupils are slitted now, like a cat’s.  

“Yes, very interesting,” he chuckles, facing off against you and blocking any access to the bedroom (and your gun), “and you’re right.”

Under his breath you catch the words, “fucking Chris.”

You purse your lips, “If I go missing, they’re going to come looking for me. They’ll know your name.”

He sits you down on the couch taking a seat next to you. Leon’s excited by your words, eagerly leaning into your space. 

“You’re just full of surprises,” his teeth are longer now, needle sharp as he speaks, “and so clever. I like you already. I don’t plan on killing you.”

You snort, “Sure, and all of those locals just fell down and hurt themselves to death?”

He laughs, a sharp bright sound that makes your chest flutter.

“Oh, well they had it coming to them. Needed to eat,” his eyes reflect in the low light, “you’re such fun.”

He leans forward and breathes in causing goosebumps to race down your arms, “You make me want things. Things I haven’t thought of in a long, long time.”

Confusion pinches your brows together, “How old are you? Wait, is Leon even your real name?”

“You ask such silly questions,” he pouts, “and yes, it is. Why? Think I should have something like Cthulhu?”

You huff a laugh at how offended he sounds but bite down the smile as soon as Leon lights up from your amusement. 

“You’re a tough cookie to crack,” he presses more into your space making your skin prickle, “think I know a way to get you to like me.”

He pulls back and tugs his shirt off and with a small flex of his arms, rips the clothing in half. You can’t help but stare at him. When you patched him up hours ago, you had a fleeting appreciation of his body and now it flares back up as your eyes trace his pecs down to the happy trail disappearing under the band of his jeans. 

After tearing the shirt again, he wraps a torn piece around your wrists and ties it off. You try twisting your arms, but it does nothing except pinch the skin. Embarrassingly, your clit pulses at the feeling of being tied up like this. 

Next, Leon strips you both down quickly; his eyes hungrily raking down your nude body as he removes each piece of clothing.  Feeling self conscious, even in front of a monster, you shift your arms to cover yourself. He grabs your biceps, blue cat eyes flashing with heat, and yanks them back up. 

“Let me have my fill,” he gnashes his teeth, sharp points drawing your eye, “look at how soft you are, all that lovely unmarked skin…”

His voice trails off as he runs his hands down your arms to your breasts. 

“Sweet little nipples that need sucked…”

You shiver as he tweaks your nipples until they’re stiff and sensitive. He runs his hands over your soft stomach and hips. One hand grips the fat of your waist and the other teasingly rubs across your mound. 

“And a fat wet pussy that needs licked.” 

You shudder at those words, thighs subconsciously parting for him as he grins wickedly into your eyes. 

“Yeah that’s what she needs, huh? A sexy cunt that just needs to be stuffed full with a big fat cock.”

A whine slips past your lips and you go hot all over with embarrassment, toes curling against the soft rug. 

“S-shut up, fucking perv.”

He laughs, a distorted chime that reminds you of a bell, and leans forward to nose against your jaw, kissing your cheek. 

“Mmm, I’ll enjoy every second of this. You’re so feisty,” he kisses down to your neck, “which means this pussy is gonna taste so good. Especially when you cum.”

You glare at him but can’t stop the slick leaking down your thighs from his words and touches. It’s your darkest fantasy come true; you’ve gotten off to the thought of someone forcing themselves on you more than you’d like to admit. And now this weird creature is going to have his wicked way with you; it makes your pussy thrum in anticipation. 

His hands distort into claws in front of your eyes; the fingers are multi jointed in the strangest of ways, skin discolored and skeletal with nails long and sharp, digging into your waist roughly making you suck in a breath. His teeth and eyes are still abnormal, but so far that’s the extent. 

“What are you?” you murmur, eyes wide as they move back down to his strange hands. 

He shrugs easily, “I’m me,” grinning mischievously he presses on, “wanna see something?”

Before you can say anything he sticks out his pink tongue. It unfurls from his mouth, long and thick with a rough bumpy texture. He laughs and pulls it back into his mouth. 

“Gonna show you how fun it can be,” he kneels down in the floor, between your parted thighs, “god, you smell fucking fantastic.”

He drools a line of spit down onto the hood of your clit making your cunt throb with arousal. 

“Yeah, you may say you don’t like it, but look how fucking messy this pussy is,” he sighs happily, laying his head onto your thigh to gaze up at you, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, little human.”

He kisses your cunt sweetly making your hips jump up. 

“So sensitive,” he growls, eyes luminous as he glances back up to your face, “gonna enjoy this.”

He buries his face into your pussy, slurping and groaning as he licks into your hole. 

“Such a fat pussy,” he grunts, mouth moving up to suckle your clit, “fat little pussy that’s gonna cum all over my tongue.”

You whimper, hooking your legs over his shoulders making him laugh at you. 

“You like that? Like that I wanna eat this sweet pussy until you’re creaming my face?”

“Fuck,” you moan, head tossed back as he dives back into licking and kissing your pussy. 

It should gross you out, turn you off, anything, other than wanting to have this monster eat you out. You blame it on your brain just giving into the craziness that’s happening. Hell, maybe you’ll wake up and this will all have been some kind of fever dream. 

You grind against his mouth and his thick rough tongue fucks up into your clenching hole, fluttering against your walls and stretching your cunt wide like a cock would. Reaching down, your fingers grip into his hair, using it as an anchor as you hump down onto his tongue. 

With a rumbling purr deep within his chest, you feel his hair shift as his horns grow out of his skull. Hesitantly, you move from his silky hair to the rough texture of his horns. You gently wrap your fingers around the base and he humps the air. 

“Grip’em,” he murmurs, eyes bright, sharp teeth nipping the meat of your thigh, “think we’ll both like it.” 

A shuddering whine leaves your lips as you grasp his horns and rock against his greedy mouth. He groans, the vibration thrumming through your cunt making more slick ooze from your hole. He pulls away to lick a broad stripe up your cunt, bumpy tongue lapping slowly at your clit making your thighs shake. 

With a rumbling growl, he buries his face into your pussy lips, tongue pressing into your drippy hole. You shift your wrists as the binding bites into your skin while you grip his horns. He purrs and rubs his head back and forth so his nose rolls across your swollen clit. Whining softly, you buck upward, grinding yourself against his mouth. 

More slick oozes from your cunt and he slips his tongue into your pulsing walls before licking his way up to your pudgy clit. Leon bites your pussy lips, sucking the skin roughly before letting go. He kisses the hood of your clit and across your mound before biting down on where your cunt meets your thigh. 

Letting go, he moves back to running his bumpy tongue through your slick folds. You arch off the couch and into his warm rough mouth as he keeps licking and sucking at your cunt until you’re crying out. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you pant, tugging his horns before grasping his hair. 

He hums and sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue licking over the swollen bud as you moan softly. Right on the brink, he pulls his mouth away, sticky strings of saliva connecting to your pussy lips as he denies you your orgasm. 

You narrow your eyes at him as he pulls away, his slitted pupils expanded as they move up from your glistening cunt to your pinched expression. 

He grins and the sharp teeth make your clit throb.  Gripping your arms, he slips your hands over his head to wrap around his neck. Moving up your body, he kisses you messily, tongue licking into your mouth greedily. You whimper to taste yourself on his lips. 

His claws slide down your ribs making your breath stutter, exhaling a gasp as they wrap around your waist. 

“So soft,” he murmurs, “just wanna sink my claws in you over and over.”

He slips his hands underneath your ass and lifts you up, standing to his full height where your head nearly brushes the roof of the cabin. Turning, he sits down on the couch with you in his lap.  

“You seem rather human,” you mutter, eyes taking in his body as you straddle his waist, legs tucked on the outside of his thighs. 

“Easier to enjoy a soft thing like you when I’m like this,” he laughs, clawed hands digging into the meat of your hips.

“It’s just surprising,” you shrug, arms still tied around his neck. 

His eyes gleam white before settling back into their usual blue; he shifts on the couch before a smooth cat like tail slips from behind his body to wrap around your waist. 

“Better?” A smug look crosses his face. 

You hold back the laugh bubbling at the base of your throat; maybe you’ve lost your mind, maybe this is some weird hallucination brought on by whatever you ate, but a monster trying to impress you before fucking your brains out is something you never would have dreamt in your wildest fantasies. 

“What about your face earlier?”

He rolls his eyes, “That’s so boring. Don’t you wanna see if I have two cocks or something?”

This time you do laugh, a small sound that you quickly stifle under his gaze. He jostles you as he pulls you down onto his bulge making your breath hitch from the sheer size of him. 

“The answer is yes by the way,” his grin widens at the same time as your eyes do, tail tightening around your middle in excitement. 

Burying his face in your neck, he mutters, “You seriously smell so good.”

His fingers move down and tease across your swollen clit, parting your pussy lips to drag slick up from your hole all around your bud. He lets go to remove his pants (which you’re not even sure how they’re still on), having you raise up on your knees as he shoves them down and off. 

Once you settle back down on his lap one of his dripping cocks is sandwiched between your pussy lips and the other presses against the front of your mound, uncut head smearing precum on your abdomen, making you clench around nothing. From the looks of this one, both are thick and long, definitely bigger than anything you’ve had before. 

“Eyes are up here,” his snarky tone pulls your attention back up to his face. 

You shake your head, “How—“

“One at a time, silly,” he nips your neck, “then once you’re stretched enough, we can try both.”

His voice drops a lower octave, “But you’ve also got two holes that we can try out, too.”

Your eyes flutter as your cunt oozes slick all over his cock making him laugh.

“You’re really interesting,” he sloppily kisses your neck, “never had someone so excited before. Usually have to rape their little cunts in their sleep.”

You whimper and he raises up to smirk at you. 

“Were you hoping for the same thing? Mmm, all half asleep as I stuff that pussy,” he purrs in your ear, “too tired and weak to push me off as I rape this tiny hole til I’m pulling out and covering you with cum.”

You grind down against his cocks as your nails digs into the back of his neck making him smile into the feeling. 

“You’re such fun,” he tilts his head, eyes glittering, “just for that I’ll give you a little treat.”

Your mouth drops open in shock as he changes between one blink to the next; his entire face morphs to that of a smooth animal skull, bright eyes flaring from the empty eye sockets. He bares his teeth at you in what you hope is a smile. 

“Ta da!” His voice comes out distorted and echoey, octave low and strange. 

A high keen slips past your lips as he eases the head of one of his cocks into your cunt. 

“You’re so wet,” he praises, “god, ‘m so lucky to get a little freak like you.”

You want to argue against him, but it’s hard when this monster is slowly sinking his fat dick into your spasming hole, stretching you out so good. 

He pauses when he’s only halfway inside, holding you still with his huge hands until you’re squirming. 

“Please,” you whisper, frustration making tears bead your lash line. 

“Awww,” he coos at you, “since you’ve been so good, I guess you can have it all.”

And with that, he drops you down on his lap like a stone, cock bullying all the way into your cunt until the fat tip is bruising your cervix making you wail. 

“Too rough?” He smirks. 

You nod and slump against his chest. 

“Must like it,” he mocks, “this pussy is gripping me so tight, don’t know if I can pull out.”

You shudder and drool on his pecs as his cock kicks inside your overly full pussy. His other cock drips precum all over your lower abdomen from where it’s sandwiched between you two. 

“Untie me,” you’re able to slur out, slowly tugging your arms over his head. 

He squints at you (or the skull seems to insinuate squinting) and uses a claw to slice through the tattered shirt binding your wrists. 

Sighing, you rotate your hands before placing them on his chest and dragging them down. You watch as his muscles jump and twitch under your smooth palms. Finally, you cup the base of his other cock and slowly pull down the foreskin. You drool a line of spit down onto the head and precum blurts from the tip of his dick.

He snarls and pulls out only to roughly fuck back into your pussy. Whimpering, you’re only able to loosely grip his second cock as he jackhammers into your soaked cunt. 

“Sensitive, huh,” you murmur, eyes half lidded as they gaze up into his skull face. 

He whines at your words, grinding his tip hard against your cervix making your eyes roll back, “Been so long since a pretty thing wanted to play with me.”

Your hands grip his cock and begin to jerk him off firmly, spitting down on his tip to make it wet and messy. 

His tail, which you forgot about, slips lower down on your waist and lightly teases across your clit. 

“Oh,” your eyes move from his slackened jaw down to watch his soft tail slowly tap and rub across your swollen clit. 

Your cunt squeezes around his cock rhythmically as he teases your bundle of nerves until you’re rocking against him. His claws let go of your hips to wrap around your thighs, spreading you open until he can see his cock pounding into your drippy hole.  

His tail helps you lean back some so he can leverage his hips into rolling thrusts up into your pussy. Your hands shakily keep stroking his other cock,completely  covered in spit and precum. 

His tail smacks across your clit and your orgasm hits you hard. Your toes curl and spine arches as your cunt clenches down on his thick cock like a vice, milking him until it must hurt but he only groans in pleasure. Your hands go slack and he grabs them to toss over his broad shoulders. 

He presses his mouth right against your ear, low baritone making your cunt spasm and clench around his fat cock. 

“Gotta pull out, little human,” he chuckles when you whine, “mmm, I’ve got to cause if I cum in you, we’ll be mated. And you wouldn’t want that, would ya?”

Your nails dig into his shoulders hard enough to pierce his skin and he purrs, “Unless you want me to fill up this sexy little pussy and keep you forever.”

You bounce what little you can down onto his dick, hands moving up to his horns to grab onto them. Feeling cockdrunk and unhinged, you swivel your hips to fuck him harder, wanting everything he has to give.

“Wanna feel it,” you sigh as he sinks his sharp teeth into your shoulder, “fill me up, Leon.”

He growls, a loud inhuman sound that makes your skin crawl and a bolt of fear spike through the arousal. Instead of letting go, you grind down even harder, pussy feeling sore and sensitive. 

“You want me to cum inside you?” He sounds pained and when he tilts back up his skull face has morphed into the one he wore earlier that night.

“Uh huh,” you pant and bring up one of your hands to cradle his jaw, hips swiveling down to prevent him from pulling out, “or are you all talk?”

In a flash, he has your back on the couch as he pins you down in a mating press, legs pressed open wide by his clawed hands. 

He snaps his teeth in your face, “You don’t even know what it means to be bred, do you? I’ll have this fat cunt stuffed so full you’re dripping my seed for days. You’ll beg for it constantly, needing me to breed your cute little hole cause you feel so empty.”

You whine, hands coming up to wrap around his horns again, “Promise?”

He growls low in his throat and smashes your mouths together, his sharp teeth  cutting your bottom lip so the taste of blood flavors your kisses. 

“Promise,” he mutters against your mouth before licking up the blood tinging your lips. 

“Gonna mate you all the time,” he mumbles against you as he pistons his hips deep into your swollen pussy, “have you cumming on my cock until you can’t even think anymore.”

You moan and pull him back in for more sloppy kisses, “Please, please, Leon, cum in my pussy.”

His second cock’s weeping so much precum, your stomach is a sticky mess, but it just makes you squeeze down on the cock inside you even more. Leon has flipped some switch in your brain because you feel like you’ll die if he doesn’t spill inside you.

“You promised me both,” you pout, tears clinging to your lashes as his cock presses into your cervix, “promised to stuff me with both.”

He groans brokenly, hips shuddering as he bucks into you one last time, spilling his thick load deep into your cunt at the same time his other cock spurts rope after rope of hot thick cum all over your body, jizz shooting all the up to your chin. 

He groans like an animal you’ve never heard of as he dumps load after load into your pussy until it’s spilling out around his fat cock. 

“Mated,” he sounds happy as he sinks his teeth into your neck making you scream out.

He pulls back with bloody teeth and that’s the last thing you see before passing out. 

~*~*~*~

The warm slant of sunlight from the bedroom window shines into your eyes and you roll over with a grumble. You raise up quickly once you remembered where you were, only to see Leon lounging on the bed next to you eating a bowl of cereal as he watches the small portable tv on the dresser. 

“These movies are so dumb,” he scoffs, digging into your Count Chocula cereal, “they always go overboard on the transformations.” 

Your bleary eyes squint at the small screen and see what looks to be The Thing and you frown at him. Pushing yourself up, you slump against his side, body feeling overly sore (the same as your sensitive cunt). 

“That better not be the last of it,” you mumble against his arm, making him turn his bright eyes over to you. 

“No, but good morning, little mate,” he purrs, setting the bowl down on your nightstand so he can roll over on top of you to pin you down to the bed. 

You whimper and arch up into the soft kisses he presses against your neck. The blanket slips down to his waist as he grinds his cocks against your needy pussy. He eases the head of one of them inside your hole, making you sigh and wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Gotta fill you up again,” he chuckles, “sucking me in like I didn’t spend all night pounding this little pussy.”

“Leon,” you whine, nails scratching red lines down his back and making his hips thrust into you. 

He fucks you slow and soft, rutting into your pussy as his other cock is sandwiched between your thighs. 

“Perfect,” he sighs happily, “can’t wait to give you both.”

Eyes fluttering, you moan and pull him down fully on top of you, his heavy weight squishing you into the mattress. He growls and snaps his hips harder, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass makes you clench down on him. 

“First pussy I’ve ever got to creampie,” he coos against your ear, “so taboo to mate a human, but damn if I don’t love fucking this tight cunt. S’all mine now, I own this tight little pussy.”

His words wring your first orgasm of the day from your sore body, pussy walls fluttering as you cum around his fat cock. He moans low in his throat, hips rabbiting harder against you as he chases his own climax. 

His blunted human teeth bite down on your neck as he buries his cock as deep as he can in your pussy, pumping his load right against your cervix as his other cock spills wet and hot between your legs. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, clit pulsing as he stuffs you to the brim and paints your thighs white with his thick cum.  

He pulls away with a grunt and snuggles into your side. With a soft giggle, he nuzzles against the bite mark he left on your shoulder. 

“Can’t wait to show you off. Chris is gonna eat shit,” he crows in your ear before kissing your jaw. 

“Chris?” you tiredly ask, twisting to look at the top of Leon’s head. 

“Yeah he’s the asshole who scratched up my ribs. He’s a part of what you humans would call my pack,” he leans up to kiss you on the lips, “don’t worry, I’ll introduce you after you’re settled in.”

“What?” You frown. 

“I’ve got a place not too far from here,” he gushes, eyes shining excitedly, “you’re gonna love it. It overlooks the river and everything.”

“You have a house?” Your brain feels like it’s lagging behind. 

“Of course, silly,” he kisses your neck again, “you’ll come live with me. I’ll take care of you, never have to worry about a thing.”

“Quit my job and just move out here?”

“It’s not like you liked it anyway,” he rolls his eyes before climbing on top of you, pinning you down again. 

His cocks rub against your cunt making you whimper. 

“I’ll take such good care of you,” he murmurs before kissing you, strange tongue licking into your mouth. 

Whining, you suck on the thick muscle as he rocks against you, cunt oozing creamy slick and cum all over your thighs. 

“Keep you forever,” he groans, pulling back to prop his weight on his forearms, “got me addicted to this little human pussy already. Definitely not letting you go.”

A high pitched moan slips from your lips as he slips the head of both of his cocks into your cunt. 

“Mmm, can’t fit quite yet but we’ll get there,” he laughs, “let me just slip the tips in for now.”

Your thighs tremble as he rocks the first few inches of each cock into your used cunt. He relaxes on top of you, letting your pussy cockwarm his dicks as he bites and kisses at your neck. He moves up to kiss you, all wet and messy, making you whimper and cling to him. 

It doesn’t take long before you’re rocking against him, slowly fucking the heads of his cocks in and out of your stretched pussy.  He sighs and purrs into your kisses as he tongue fucks your mouth. You can feel as his teeth change against your lips, sharp points digging into the sensitive skin. 

He works you for what feels like hours, just slowly sinking inch by inch into your spasming hole. His precum and your slick have soaked your thighs all the way to the bedspread underneath. It’s a wet mess between your thighs, but all you can feel is the pleasurable pain of being too full. 

“Never had someone take both like this,” he rumbles happily, nosing against your jaw, “god, what a perfect fucking pussy. You’re taking me in so well, such a good fucking girl.”

You hiccup a whine at the praise, walls fluttering against the stretch of his dicks. 

“Yeah? Like being my good girl,” he nips at your earlobe, “you’re the best I’ve ever had, so fucking lucky. Can’t believe I own a slut who likes being DP’d.”

Your nails dig harshly into his back as your toes curl, his words making you burn hot all over. 

“Like that?” He mocks, “like that I own you and your pretty pussy?”

His tail slips between your bodies to spank your clit making you cry out and  rock against him harder. 

“Leon,” you slur out, tears slipping from your eyes due to overstimulation.

With a groan, he buries both cocks to the hilt inside of your clenching heat. Your pussy feels stretched to the limit, overwhelmed by the sheer size of both of his dicks. You gasp and mewl, feeling like you can’t breathe from being stuffed so full. 

“Shh, shhh, I’ve got you,” he kisses your cheek, “taking me so well. Tight little cunt just made for me, huh?”

Not able to think, you just babble out nonsensical words, feeling on the edge of another orgasm. It’s not going to take much to make you cum. 

“Aww did I fuck you stupid?” He laughs, “wet little pussy just can’t handle me can she?”

His tail smacks across your pudgy clit and your orgasm slams into you, making you squirt around his cocks, too spread open to clamp down as tight as usual. 

“Oh fuck me,” he hisses, grinding himself deeper, making you wail as you continue to gush around him. 

“Got your cute little pussy to squirt,” he moans excitedly, “fuck, that’s so hot.”

He growls and you watch as his eyes shine before his body shifts into that monstrous form you saw last night. He’s huge, caging you in with his skeletal and strangely jointed body. You whimper and move your hands up from digging into his shoulders to the horns coming out of the skull he’s wearing now. 

He pulls out only to bully his fat cocks back into your well used pussy. Eyes rolling back at the pleasure he’s wringing from your body, you moan and grip his horns tighter making him buck harder into you. A few more thrusts and you’re cumming again with a weak cry, pussy walls fluttering and milking Leon’s dicks. 

“My mate,” his distorted voice rumbles, hips fucking roughly into your spasming hole, “gonna breed your little pussy, fill you up with my hot cum.”

All you can do is mewl and whimper underneath his body, feeling as he fucks harder and harder into your cunt until he’s finally burying himself all the way inside. His tips knock and rub against your cervix which set off fireworks behind your eyes as you cum one last time. 

Hot thick spurts of cum shoot out and quickly stuff your pussy full. Your abdomen looks bloated from how much Leon’s pumping inside your body. He’s snarling against your neck as he humps your pussy, dumping load after load into you until it’s dripping out around his balls. 

You must black out cause the next thing you know, you’re leaning against Leon’s chest in the bath. Whimpering, you weakly grasp onto the hand he has trailing across your stomach. 

“Finally awake,” he chuffs against your hair, “how do you feel?”

“Sore,” you croak out, throat feeling scratchy. 

One of his hands clasps yours while the other slides across your hip to your swollen pussy. 

“Leon,” you whine, “I can’t.”

“Shhh,” he kisses the side of your head, “let me make you feel good, my perfect little mate.”

His fingers quickly tease and rub across your sensitive clit until you’re rocking your hips up with the motion. 

“There we go, good girl,” he sighs, “let me play with that cute pussy. Feels so good to have my fingers on your little clit, huh?”

“Mm hmm,” you arch back into his chest, thighs parted until they’re touching the sides of the bathtub. 

“Want me to slip inside? Want my cocks to stuff you full of cum again?”

Your body feels molten with the arousal pounding through your veins. He shifts and both cocks are pressed against your cunt between your thighs. 

“‘M always so hard around you,” he whines in your ear, “you smell too fucking good, wanna eat you up.”

You shudder as his sharp teeth press against your neck, fingers dipping into your cunt to trail back up and smear slick across your pudgy clit. 

“Come on, I know you can cum for me,” he kisses your neck softly. 

In next to no time, your thighs shake as an orgasm crests and sweeps through your tired body, making you tense all over before going totally limp against Leon’s body. 

“Good girl,” he purrs against your back, hands rubbing at your waist, “can’t wait to take you home.”

Humming, you relax, letting the warm bath lull you into a sleepy state. Leon goes off on a tangent about introducing you to everyone as soon as possible as well as moving you into his house. While you listen to him talk about your new home, you think to yourself that being mated to a monster like Leon isn’t the worst thing in the world. 

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[pupcuck]

STOCKING FILLER !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. p in v, filming, throat fucking, ddlg dynamics, creampie, daddy kink

note. the first part to my xmas fics! hooray! starting off very short so i apologise! ignore any typos! this is a part 2 to my fic lovey-dovey if you would like to read that first! if you see typos just know i will detonate :3 not entirely proud of this as it’s slightly repetitive but I promise the next fics will be more interesting! reblogs n feedback is much appreciated!

lovey-dovey

Huh. So that’s what you want for Christmas. Cock. What a surprise. Leon didn’t peg you as an icky little perv, his sweet girl can get down and dirty when she wants, but a sex tape? That’s new. Guess he could whip out the old camcorder, make you into a movie star, you’re certainly pretty enough. And with those false lashes on? Yeah, that’ll be a mega-hit, could make a fortune off of it, no more getting skullfucked by monsters in the field, just sticking his dick in all of your tight holes to pay the bills.

“Daddy?” He feels small cold hands on his shoulder. Yelps in a way that makes you giggle.

“Scared me, baby.” Leon huffs out a breath, tucks the letter behind his back, but you’ve got a sharp eye. His little girl knows too much. Daddy tries to keep it out of your reach, it’s for your own good, but you’re so nosy. Curious little thing.

“Why you readin’ my letter?” You wipe your nose on your sleeve, caught the flu over the weekend, doesn’t stop you from peeking over his shoulder 24/7. “That’s between me and Santa.”

“‘Cause Santa said I could,” Leon says simply.

“Nuh-uh, he didn’t.” You shake your head in disbelief as if Leon’s breach of privacy is the greatest betrayal since the whole Judas debacle. He didn’t know you and Santa had terms and conditions like that.

“Well, he did, ‘cause how else is daddy supposed to know what you want?” Leon pats the seat beside him, you go to climb over the back of the couch but he gives you a look. The daddy look of disapproval. You grunt in annoyance and make the short trip over to him. Walking around the sofa is a total pain when you’re sick - perfectly happy to terrorise him though. “Why’re you up anyway?” He goes to check his watch, “it’s midnight.”

“I got cold, daddy.” You tell him, blink up at him with big eyes that tell Leon something’s up. “And, um, I lied to daddy.”

“You lied?” Leon repeats, raising his brow. His girl doesn’t lie. Only naughty babies lie.

“I lied.” You confirm with a solemn nod. “I don’t believe in Santa, daddy.”

Shock horror. Leon clutches his chest. “Why’d you lie to me like that, babydoll?”

“Shy.” Is your plain answer.

“What, like, about Santa?”

“No, daddy,” you shake your head and let out a frustrated puff of breath through your nose, kicking your feet to distract yourself, “‘bout what I wanted from you.”

“Oh, baby,” Leon chuckles, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, draws you to his warm chest and kisses the crown of your head. “What’re you shy about, hm? I’ve had my tongue in your ass.”

Your little fists smack against his chest, muffling your embarrassed whines of daddy into his chest. It makes Leon laugh harder. “All I’m sayin’ is, sweetheart, you could ask daddy anything and I’d do it for you.” Leon is rough and calloused, but for you, he aches to be kind and soft. He’d do whatever you say in a heartbeat. If you want porn, so be it, he’ll fuck you till his dick pops off from overuse. And even then he’d let you keep his disembodied cock as a toy.

You make your recovery by Christmas Eve. Thank heavens. You’re a nightmare when sick, more so in this headspace. Grown-up you is responsible. Knock back two painkillers, cough medicine and settle into bed. Little you? God, she’s wreaking havoc. He had to change the quilt about five times, you said it was too lumpy, too thin, too ugly. Fucking Princess and the Pea. Insulted the duvet his mom made way back when, yeah, it’s patchwork, yeah, it’s ugly as fuck. You don’t gotta say it outloud though. Then you insist on using anything but a napkin to wipe your nose and— God. He’s just glad it’s over. Also means Leon can touch you again. In the way he wants, in the way you want.

Dressed in the pinkest of pinks, you sit on your knees in the middle of Leon’s California king. He insisted on finding that old camcorder, but you looked at him like he was crazy, told him his phone would do the job. The frilled hem of your babydoll rests pretty on your knees, it’s dangerously low cut to show more than just your décolletage, and the cups don’t fit right, a little too tight. You had complained, said it gave you four boobs or whatever that means. Leon patted you on the butt and told you he liked it. What kinda man says no to a big pair of tits? You might be his little girl but there’s nothing little about those, or that fat pussy, Jesus Christ. Had to swap out the matching thong ‘cause it got swallowed up between your fat lips, instead you’ve gone for comfort. Cotton panties printed with these vintage-looking lambs. There’s a blue ribbon dotting the hem that sits snug below your belly button. Through the sheer pink, he can see ‘em. Drives Leon crazy.

The camera counts down. 3, 2, 1. He steps into frame, shaky like he’s got an audience. A rogue hand brushes the front of his pants, you’re making eyes at him, licking the gloss off your lips. “C’mon, baby, get to work.” Leon pinches your cheek when you go to unzip his jeans with your naughty fingers, “Babies don’t use their hands, do they?”

You shake your head, ribbons bobbing along with you. Then you lower your head, take his zipper between your teeth and tug it down in jagged intervals. He’d taken his belt off earlier, knows that would be a little too mean. You can’t even tie a cherry knot with that tongue. Not that Leon can either. You’re pleased to find out he’s not wearing much at all underneath, letting out a hum of delight when his cock springs free, almost hitting you in the nose. What a video that could be Cock So Fat I Give My Girl A Nosebleed!

Very diligently, you run your tongue along his shaft, suck on each ball for ten seconds, then you work the tip. Your cheeks hollow as you take him into your mouth, you gag and pull back with a cough ‘cause he tickled the back of your throat.

“Thought you were a big girl.” Leon snickers at the slightly dazed expression on your face, the stringy spit that’s trickling down your chin, falling in fat globs between your tits.

“I am, daddy.” You insist in that whiny voice.

“Suck cock like a big girl then.” He slaps your right tit hard enough to make them knock together like Newton’s cradle. “C’mere, sweetheart.” Leon tucks his hands beneath your armpits and drags you to the edge of the bed, your head dangles at an angle that’s entirely uncomfortable. The only thing that’s in frame is his bare ass, and that’s not pleasant, but come on. He’s gotta do this.

Leon wipes the fat head of his cock across your pout, you open up like a good girl, he stuffs his dick down your tight throat, balls pressed to the point of your nose. Thinks he hears you inhale, then your little hands come to fondle his fat balls and the no-hands rule flies out the window. “Jesus Christ, you fuckin’ nympho, baby.” He pats your cheek, bucks his hips into your mouth to hear those delicious gag, gag, gaggin’ sounds. Once you’ve lathered him in enough spit, Leon pulls out with a wet pop, drags his balls over your face like you want him to. Nasty little thing.

Panting for breath, you sit up, pressing the back of your hand to your head daintily. “That’s good for you.” Leon comments, “makes your hair grow ‘cause all the blood is rushing to your head, Claire told me.”

“Not true, daddy,” you giggle, rubbing your temple to soothe the bursting pressure. You smile pretty when he lays you back, your head dipping between the pillows. He kisses your cheek, and you take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles tenderly. A soft creature with even softer tendencies.

Leon’s quick to get you out of your panties, hooks his fingers in the waistband and peels the soaked seat from your slick cunt. Much to your embarrassment - he lifts them to his nose and takes a whiff, his tongue pokes out to collect the arousal that’s gathered in the centre. Then he digs into the source itself, presses his nose into your chubby pussy, sucks on your clit like it’s hard candy. The muffled moans he lets out into your cushiony cunt don’t go unheard, so brazen about it, you grow fidgety and pull at his hair. Leon lifts his head, stubble shiny with your slick, licks his lips to catch every last drop. What was he doing down there? Motorboating it?

“Daddy…” You whine, press your foot against his face to stop him. Leon captures your ankle, then kisses the sole of your socked foot, he uses it as leverage, spreads you even further. Till your thighs ache, and your pussy parts ever so slightly, he’s quick to press his cock to your twitching clit. A steady hand drags Leon’s cock up and down your folds, cock catching on your bud each time.

“Look at her, baby, missed me, didn’t she?” Leon coos, his eyes zeroed in on your spread cunt, watching how your hole flutters around nothing. Poor baby. You need his fat cock so bad. Need to be plugged up before you spring a leak. Gosh, he wouldn’t want that. “She’s beggin’ for daddy, hm? Listen to her, she’s speakin’ to me.” He smiles when your drippy cunt squelches, the slick, gushy sounds going straight to his cock as it jumps. Way to give him away. Leon don’t have a tail that wags but he sure does have a cock, and it’s hard enough to break open a walnut.

Up and down, up and down. Leon guides his cock over your clit, and past your fleshy folds, teases your needy hole by stretching you out with just the tip. Then he pulls out. When he finally fucking pushes into your warmth, you squeeze him tight, he sinks in till all of him is wrapped up in your cunt. And you squirt for him. Eyes rolled back into your head, acrylics taking down his chest, back bowing off the bed ‘cause it was just too much for his baby and her precious princess parts.

“Mmmmmphhh!” You let out a squeaky sound into the palm of your hand.

“Yeah? That so, baby?” Leon clicks his tongue, tosses your flimsy legs over his shoulders, tugs down the cups of your babydoll so he can suck your tits.

Another stream of pitchy moans. “Uh huh?” Leon responds, nodding down at you like he knows just what his dumb little girl means.

“Daddyyyyyy!” His balls plap, plap, plap against your perky ass, gonna fuck you till his heart gives out. That’s what you deserve.

“Yeah, darling? You’re talkative today, huh?” Leon cranes his neck and bites down on your nipple, leaves it all puffy. His pace slows, focuses on giving it to you slow and deep, circles his hips so you feel every inch of him. The slow, sticky grind makes a wet noise, a ring of white glistening around the wide base of his cock. You’ve gone and creamed around him.

“Mmmm… Daddy…”

“Aw, is that right my girl?”

Then you bristle, go rigid in his grip, chest heaving and your mouth falls open in a silent moan. “Ohhh, is it right there, sweetpea? Yeah? Mhm? Right there? Gonna make a big mess for daddy?” Leon presses down on your abdomen, his dick hits that special spot just right, and his tongue swirls over your nipple.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy— oh, daddy,” you whimper, spurting your release each time his cock slams against your cervix, wetting his stomach with each burst. Getting him all messy in the way he likes.

“Alright, alright, keep it down, little lady.” Leon soothes you, his warm hand rubbing your side as you tremble in his arms, breath shuddering until he dumps his load in you.

You go slack beneath him, little hand coming to rub your tummy after his warmth floods into you. He spreads you open to see how your cunt gapes, empty without his fat cock, his seed dribbles out as your pussy contracts, spills down your ass crack. Leon gives your clit one last kiss, ‘cause it’s pretty and you’re pretty, and pretty girls deserve handsome daddies who kiss their swollen little clits.

“Daddy,” you point over his shoulder, brows drawn together as your bottom lip wobbles. Never a good sign. He turns to see his phone has fallen flat on its face. See, this is why he should’ve got the camcorder out.

“Oh, baby, it’s alright,” Leon coos, you preen as he peppers your sweaty face in kisses, “we can just start again, huh? We got all night.”

“But, but, but, daddy, I gotta be sleepin’ when Santa comes.” You blubber.

“Thought you didn’t believe in him, babe.” He flicks your forehead.

“I don’t, daddy, but, will you still fill my stocking? When I go to sleep, daddy?” You’re giving him those big eyes again, batting your lashes. Santa is a ploy to get more presents. He’d figured that out.

“Yes, baby.” Leon agrees to calm you down, “but first I gotta grant your Christmas wish, don’t I?”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut

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It Will Come Back: Las-Plagas!Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

I'm such a slut for RE4 Remake Leon, it's not fair

Why can't he be real and mine :(

Contains: Las Plagas Infected Leon, breeding kink, rough sex, hair pulling, vaginal fingering, choking, dubious consent, creampie

Ever since he came home, Leon had been acting weird. The moment you saw him, it almost looked like someone else had taken over Leon’s body like he was a machine. The moment you both kissed, it almost didn’t feel like your fiance was actually the one doing it. You couldn’t place your finger on it.

You watched him intently that week.

There were times when you thought you were completely overreacting. Leon had just been away for maybe a week dealing with shit in Spain, and if it went like anything like Raccoon City, then you wouldn’t be surprised if he was a little off. Hell, even after so many years had passed since Racoon City, Leon still found himself haunted by nightmares and odd visions of what all he saw. He could just be processing this all.

But then there were moments that really convinced you that the Leon in the house with you wasn’t your Leon; That he died somewhere in Spain wherever he was sent.

He sounded the exact same, he still called you those sweet little names he’s always called you, he still did all of his usual work around the house like he used to. He was still as soft and as sweet with you as ever.

So what the fuck was it that seemed so off?

You couldn’t put your finger on the pulse until you caught a glimpse of his eyes. You both had woken this morning like normal. As you showered you heard the door open and you saw Leon’s shadow pass by the shower curtain, and for a moment you found yourself somewhat… terrified? It didn’t feel like your fiance was in the bathroom with you, it didn’t feel like he was just on the other side of the thin shower liner and curtain. You hurried up, rinsing your hair of whatever suds were left and turned the water off. Normally you would step out of the shower and dry off, but this time you stuck your hand out and fumbled around for your hanging towel before you retreated back into the humid shower. You shivered as you dried yourself off before you wrapped the towel around you as tightly as you could and stepped out into the bathroom.

Leon was at the sink, his back to you as he was fumbling with one of his shaving razors. He didn’t pay you any mind at first. You carefully walked towards the door that lead out into the hallway, being careful as to not make too much noise and draw his attention to you. You kept your eyes on him, trained on both his broad back and the mirror.

Once you had opened the door, Leon shifted his eyes to look at you briefly, and that’s when you saw it.

His irises were black instead of their usual ocean blue.

Your mind wanted to lock up in fear but your body refused. Leon had made direct eye contact with you through the mirror, he saw your eyes widen and he saw the way your hands snatched at your towel to keep it closed around your naked body. Your legs moved faster than your brain as you quickly stepped out into the hall and straight into your bedroom. Trembling hands shut the door as quietly as you could, as if slamming it shut would send him after you like he was some kind of monster.

Was he?

You weren’t an idiot. You saw the broadcasts about Racoon City when that awful day happened, you didn’t need Leon’s side to know that there’s some horrible shit out there. Not only were there zombies, but there were other monstrosities roaming the planet: Both man-made and natural.

You locked the bedroom door and took a step back. You heard the water running from the sink in the bathroom. Your heart was pounding wildly in your ear as thoughts ran laps in your mind.

Maybe it was just a trick of the light?

Leon would’ve told you if something happened to him.

Right?

You kept your eyes trained on the doorhandle as you backed up, your bare feet padding against the wooden floor of your bedroom until the backs of your knees hit the mattress. You felt ridiculous as you jumped, a short gasp rocking your body and bringing your shoulders up to your ears as you spun to look at the stupid mattress behind you and not some creature. You scoffed and sat down on the bed, eyes briefly scanning behind you until they landed on your phone still connected to the charger.

Nothing would’ve been on the news… right?

You saw on the news that the president’s daughter was safe, of course, but nothing much on what the fuck happened. The media labeled it as a cult, but Leon made the off-hand comment one time that it was something much more but he never delved deeper. You fought with your thoughts for a moment before you finally reached out for your phone, unhooking it from the charger and entering your search engine.

Your first search only gave you blaring headlines repurposing the same shit about the president’s daughter being saved and nothing more. Rewording your entry didn’t do you much better, but it gave you some websites that delve deeper. Your eyes skimmed your phone screen as you listened to Leon through the walls tapping his razor against the porcelain skin while he shaved, your eyes briefly looking up to stare at the wall that separated you from him before looking back at your phone.

You scoffed. You weren’t getting anywhere. In your slight desperation, you typed up something completely different.

‘Active cults in Spain?’

Your question popped up a whole new sort of news you really should of gone into incognito mode for. You clicked on the first link that was the most recent as it had just been dismantled. Your eyes skipped over the name but you found the accompanying picture of what must have been the cult’s symbol: An odd-looking key with strange markings and wings?

You failed to notice the water had cut off from the bathroom until you heard Leon suddenly coughing rather harshly from the bathroom. You jumped so roughly on the bed that you accidentally dropped your phone to the comforter. It sounded like he had swallowed saliva wrong at first, but the coughs soon turned to wet hacking before you heard him suddenly choking on air. You jumped when you heard him hit the tile floor, a hand covering your mouth to stiffen your gasp as your eyes locked onto the wall once again. You barely heard him making awful noises over the rapid beating of your heart in your ears.

Worry for your fiance shocked you out of your state of fear, standing up from the bed as you snatched your phone from where it fell. Trembling fingers made their way to the number pad, but before you could dial 9-1-1, you froze up once again at the sound of the bedroom doorknob roughly jiggling. Wide eyes prickling with tears slowly moved over the bedroom door where you saw the knob wiggling but refusing to open. You could see his shadow being cast into the dimly lit bedroom through the crack underneath the door from the illuminated hallway.

He stopped messing with the doorknob as you slowly lowered your phone. You didn’t dare call out for Leon out of pure fear. It felt like your poor heart was about to give out from how fast it was beating. Your eyes kept darting between the doorhandle and the shadow of his feet beneath the door, unsure of what the actual fuck he was doing or why he wasn’t saying anything.

The door suddenly was kicked it. You screamed and jolted up from the bed, dropping your phone to the ground and backed away. You turned out of desperation, sensing that something was horribly wrong with Leon, and tried to go for the window only to be forced against the wall. He pressed his firm body right up against your back, pushing you flush against the wall to the point where it was hurting just to breathe. You had one arm pinned between your stomach and the wall that dug in very uncomfortably while you other was twisted behind your back by the wrist. You turned your head to the side, gasping at the sudden loss of air from your lungs only to tense up when you finally got a good look at him.

Your blood froze in your veins.

His skin was pallid, his veins were inky black all across his body and up his neck and face, his eyes were pitch black as they locked onto your side gaze.

“Leon?” you managed to whimper out between wheezing breaths.

He suddenly flipped you around on the wall, your back smacking painfully against the wall. He had pinned both of your wrists to the wall, his fingers painfully dug into your veins as your hands were forced into fists from the pain. He pressed his broad chest to yours, the towel keeping you covered was barely holding on because of him.

Your face was painted in pure fear while he wore a mask of an unreadable emotion. You couldn’t tell if he was searching your eyes for something, his eyes were like voids in space as they bore into you. You felt a chill in your soul. You could see the veins spreading and fading across his body as whatever fluid moved within. He looked like he was possessed by a demon straight out of the depths of hell.

He slowly brought his face closer to you but you shied away, turning your head as you whimpered pitifully. You tried to struggle out of Leon’s steel vice grip only for him to dig his fingers deeper. Leon continued to lean in, tilting his head down so that his nose and lips ghosted over the column of your neck. You felt his cool breath dance at your skin, his nose brushed up against your pulse point as it beat so deliciously inside of you, his lips barely caressing your throat as though he were about to kiss it lovingly. You felt him sniff at you, his lips parting as he pressed a kiss right onto your pulse. You cried out and struggled against him even more when you felt him sink his teeth right into your neck. You tried to press your chin to your chest to stop him only for him to drop one of your wrists to snatch at your jaw and pin the side of your face against the wall. The stretch on your neck was painful and your head throbbed where it hit the wall. Your free hand snatched Leon’s tight shirt and tried to push him away only for him to not budge. He pressed his nose against your throat, his teeth sank in deeper and nearly drew blood, he groaned against your burning skin.

“Leon!” you cried out.

He let go of your jaw and snaked a hand into your hair, yanking your head back to expose more of your neck. Your scalp screamed as you clawed at Leon’s chest, fisting his shirt in your hand. Leon pressed his body closer to yours and you felt it.

Through the thin material of the towel and his sleep pants, you felt his erection at full mast pressing right into your lower abdomen.

Whatever was possessing him was making him-

You let out a pained cry as Leon ripped you away from the wall by your hair, spinning the both of you around as he threw you carelessly against the bed. You landed with a cry, hands snatching at the sheets as you tried to scramble across the bed to escape only for Leon to cross over the short space between the wall and the bed and grab at your ankle. He yanked you back as you were nearly off of the bed and forced you back into his grasp. Your towel finally came undone as he spun you around, your body became wracked with goosebumps as it was fully exposed to the chilly bedroom air. You tried to cover your breasts with your hands as you attempted to kick him off of you without any success. Your entire body was trembling as he stood over you, eyeing you as prey while you looked up at him with wide eyes now streaming with tears.

“Leon, I- I don’t-”

He cut you off by forcefully pulling your legs apart and slotting himself between them. His hands tightened around your ankles, your toes curling from the pain as your fiance rutted against your exposed cunt.

Was he really going to fuck you?

He released one of your legs to grasp at your womanhood, his fingers parting your walls and quickly filling you dry. You winced and gasped, your back arching from the pain and stretch as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your hands snatched at your discarded towel crushed beneath your trembling body.

He fucked you with his fingers, his middle and index parting your walls until you finally felt a twinge in your gut before you felt yourself slowly growing wet. You whimpered, your chest heaving as you weakly tried to fight him off still. His fingers slowly pumped in and out of you, stretching you out, feeling up your velvet walls. He curled his fingers just a bit, pulling out a lewd moan from your parted lips as you buried the back of your skull into the bed.

He pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt, his fingers glistening with your sweet nectar in the low lighting of your room. He stared at his fingers as though he were hypnotized, his curtain cut falling in his face just a bit. It cast more shadows against his pallid face, it made him look even more possessed. You saw his nose moving as he scented the air now thick with the scent of building lust.

You still shook with fear, your body suddenly hot from the stimulation.

You watched as Leon let go of your other leg and dropped his pants with his boxers included, his cock springing free and nearly tapping against his stomach where his shirt had ridden up just a bit. Precum leaked from his head, beading down his shaft that was also adorned with a few black veins as well.

He took his cock with one hand and pumped his cock, smearing the precum around his head and down his shaft thinly before he barely gave himself little time to line up and thrust into you.

You grit your teeth and hissed, jaw falling open as you cried aloud. Your chest seized at the sudden stretch, your poor cunt hadn’t been properly prepared for such a harsh thrust from your usual doting fiance. Leon’s hands fell to either side of your hips, snatching at the sheets and towel, the fabric creaking dangerously from how hard he gripped them. Your walls squeezed around him, Leon’s chest heaving at how tight you were as a deep groan emitted from his chest.

It didn’t sound human.

Leon’s hair fell in his face, nearly covering his eyes. His broad shoulders rolled back, his brawny arms flexed, his strong chest heaved with every breath, his tight abdomen rolled and twitched.

He gave you little time to get used to the stretch before his hips started to snap back and forth at such a fast pace it felt like both heaven and hell. The bed rocked with his thrusts, creaking and groaning as the headboard brushed and knocked against the wall. Your cries and moans only spurred him to go faster, his pace quickening, his balls lightly slapping against you as your slick walls encased him.

Leon made little noise, only deep and guttural moans that sounded like they were ripped out of a monster movie. Despite his missing ocean blue irises, you could tell he was looking exactly at your face all sweaty with your hair clinging to your forehead and jaw.

You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut, your hands finally letting go of the towel to grasp at his tightly wound shoulders as he continued to pound mercilessly into you. You felt the pressure quickly building up inside of you, a coil tightening right behind your belly button as your climax bubbled beneath the surface.

“Leon, I- fuck- I can’t, I’m gonna-”

He cut you off once again, this time with a large hand to your throat. You gasped, his hand tightened around your windpipe as his fingers choked the air nearly out of you. Your fingers dug deep into his shoulders, bunching up the fabric of his shirt.

You came with a choked cry, eyes rolling in the back of your head as your vision went white. Your body seized up before falling limp quickly, your hands remained locked around his shoulders as your legs trembled beneath him. You felt your fingers and toes start to tingle from the lack of air as you gaped, choking out his name as Leon’s pace started to grow sloppy.

He came suddenly, pressing deep inside of you until his head kissed at your cervix and shot ropes of thick and hot cum right into your waiting womb. You gasped and cried, Leon’s hand letting up just enough to let you breathe before he cut you off again. You felt so full so quickly, you felt so warm on the inside. Leon bucked his hips into you, making sure to fill you to the brim as you felt the cum start to leak from your poor aching pussy.

Leon didn’t waste time, his hands snatching at your limp ankles and forced your knees up to your chest as far as the would go. He climbed onto the bed and hovered over you, staring right into your eyes as you gasped and cried at the stretch of your legs being in a sudden mating press as Leon began to fuck you again.

#resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #las plagas leon kennedy

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Aftermath

DI! Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary– How your son (doesn’t) deal with the aftermath of Alcatraz. Word count: 2345 S/n– Son’s name D/n– Daughter’s name A/N: has a slightly heavier focus on Leon and his son, a sequel to Family Matters / Aftermath / Out Together

You were right about one thing following the incident in San Francisco: You and Leon wouldn’t be sleeping alone for a long time. For almost the past month, D/n had practically moved into your bedroom, too scared to sleep alone even with her nightlight. Neither of you minded, though. You’d be more concerned if she never came to you at all.

Which was the case with S/n. Not once had he come crawling into bed between you. He hadn’t even sprawled himself across the foot of the bed like he sometimes did during thunderstorms. 

Had it been any other situation, you probably would have commended him for braving through his fears. But you knew all too well how difficult it was to have to deal with the consequences of the viruses and the mutations they brought with them. And with S/n being only eight years old, it had to be harder for him.

“I’m worried about him,” you said to Leon one day. The kids were at school and for once Leon’s vacation days had gone uninterrupted. 

He’d been thinking the same thing for a while now. S/n had changed since they came home. He was quiet, reserved. His grades had fallen and he hadn’t shown interest in doing much of anything. He knew they wouldn’t be able to keep the viruses a secret forever, he just never imagined the twins finding out so soon. And in such an intense way.

“I know.” He leaned against the dining table. “He pretends to sleep at night.” It had become almost routine for him to get up at some point in the night to check on S/n. “I’ve tried talking to him, but he won’t listen.”

You saw the droop in his shoulders, the defeated look in his eyes. The both of you were stumped when it came to getting through to your son. Unlike him, D/n was easier to read. She wore her heart on her sleeve and sought out support and help more often than her brother. 

Your phone began to ring. As you went to answer, Leon continued to think of ways to get through to his son. Maybe they were trying too hard. Maybe he just needed to wait for S/n to come to them to talk. But S/n was stubborn and Leon knew that despite his youth, he felt like he needed to be the more responsible twin (though he’d been born only a minute before his sister) and that drove him to keep most of his negative thoughts to himself.

“We need to go pick up the twins,” you told him as you hung up the phone. 

“Why? What happened?” That surprised him. They’d never been called to pick up either of the twins early from school before. It wasn’t even noon yet.

You sighed. “I don’t know. Something about a fight with a couple other kids.”

Leon slipped on one of his leather jackets and grabbed his keys, gesturing for you to follow him. Together, the two of you drove to the school in silence. There was no use in being upset with them (unless, of course, it was justified). Mostly, you were upset with yourselves.

The day you had told Leon you were pregnant, he was beyond terrified. If Raccoon City had never happened, if these viruses and monsters never existed, maybe he would have been excited. Make no mistake, he adored his children and would go to the ends of the earth for them, but back then the thought of bringing new life into a world like this felt like the scariest thing in the world. And now, in his eyes, he had failed his kids. They’d been thrown right into the face of danger and now had to deal with the trauma of it. 

You reached the school and made your way to the front office. D/n and S/n were sitting just outside of the principal’s office. Their hair was a mess and S/n had ripped holes in his jeans. Dirt was smeared on D/n’s cheek and the braid you’d done for her had come loose. They both avoided your eyes.

The principal’s door opened. “Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy?”

~~

“I’m sure both of you are aware that we don’t condone fighting in this school. We have a very strict anti-bullying policy,” the principal started. 

“Of course,” you replied. “Though, we would like to know exactly what happened.”

“They were involved in a fight during their lunch hour,” the principal said simply. “The other kids are currently in the nurse's office with busted lips and bloody noses.” The explanation seemed simple enough. But surely there had to be more to it.

“Mind if we get the kids in here?” Leon asked pointedly. He wasn’t satisfied with this version of events. The principal nodded and Leon went back to the door, opening it just enough to usher the twins inside.

“They have no prior behavioral issues,” the principal said, “but given the circumstances, at the very least they will be on a three-day suspension.”

“Let’s hear their side first,” Leon said firmly, folding his arms across his chest. 

They were quiet. D/n began picking at her fingers and chewing the inside of her cheek. S/n’s eyes were narrowed and his jaw locked. You knew that look despite how rare it was to see. He was usually such a happy boy but right now, he was angry. Downright furious even.

“They wouldn’t leave D/n alone,” he spat.

“What were they doing to D/n?” Leon asked.

“Pulling her hair. They called her a crybaby.”

You turned back to the principal. “I thought you didn’t tolerate bullying?”

The principal stumbled over his words and went red in the face, trying to find a way out of the corner he’d found himself backed into. “With all due respect, Mrs. Kennedy, if that is indeed what happened, instigating a fight is inexcusable.”

“Is that what happened, D/n?” you asked her. She nodded.

Leon’s own frustration was starting to show. He was done with this conversation. “Let’s go.”

“Mr. Kennedy,” the principal started, “This situation must be addressed.”

“Look, I don’t encourage my kids to fight–” the principal shrunk into his chair, “ – but as I see it, my son was protecting his sister. Had your lunch monitors done their job, maybe we wouldn’t be here.”

The principal was speechless. Leon put a hand on each of the twins’ shoulders and gently nudged them back to the door. You stood and began to follow them. “Thank you for your time, sir.”

~~

The ride home was as silent as the ride to the school. Every now and then Leon glanced at the rearview mirror only to see S/n staring intently out the window. He could only guess at what his son was thinking. Above all, he hoped S/n wasn’t replaying San Francisco over and over in his head. Yet, he knew that was the reason they were here.

S/n was too young to process something like that and Leon will spend the rest of his life regretting the whole thing. But for now, he needed to find a way to help his son cope. He couldn’t have him going around busting lips and breaking noses (even if it was deserved).

As for D/n, Leon had decided to leave her to you for now. Even though she was a daddy’s girl through and through, his attention needed to be on S/n.

“Y/n,” he said as he pulled into the driveway, “go ahead and take D/n inside. I’m gonna have a talk with him.”

You nodded and climbed out of the car, D/n following close behind you.

There was a beat of silence.

“If you’re gonna yell, just do it,” S/n mumbled.

“I’m not gonna yell at you.” Leon turned in his seat. “I understand why you did what you did. But why didn’t you go get a teacher?”

S/n frowned and turned his gaze to his shoes. “I was…”

“But?”

He scoffed and shook his head, his hair falling in front of his eyes. Leon sighed and got out of the car, only to round it and get into the back seat with him. He put a comforting hand on top of his head.

S/n bottom lip began to quiver. His breathing became heavy and he wrapped his arms tight around himself. Leon swore he felt his heart snap in two at the sound of his son’s cry. Tears streamed down his face and his body shook with sobs. Leon unbuckled his seat belt and pulled him into his side, his shirt quickly becoming soaked with tears.

“I can still hear it!” Dylan Blake may be dead, but the damage he left behind would take a long time to heal, if ever. “I see it when I try to sleep!” S/n pressed himself as close to Leon as he could, as if he were trying to sink into him.

“It’s okay, bud,” he said quietly, slowly rocking back and forth. He desperately wanted to take the pain away. To erase the memories, rewrite the past or avoid it altogether. S/n cried harder, holding onto Leon like he was a lifeline.

It felt like hours had passed before S/n began to calm down. His sobs turned to sniffles and the tears slowly came to a stop. His grip on Leon’s shirt never loosened.

“W-why do you do it?” S/n whimpered.

Leon wiped his thumb over S/n’s cheek. “To keep you safe.” He held him just a bit tighter. “I do it so you’ll never have to.”

“B-but what i-if you… never come back?” Finally, S/n looked up at Leon. For that, he wasn’t sure he had an answer. He knew it was a very real possibility that one day he might leave and not come home. 

“Don’t you worry about that.” He kissed the top of his head. 

“Can’t you q-quit?”

“I wish I could.” It’s what he wants more than anything. He wanted to be home with his family. He wanted to watch them grow up and not have to worry about anything more than them coming home before curfew. If only it was that simple. 

He pulled away slightly. “I know you were protecting your sister, but you can’t be fighting in school. Even if they deserve it.” S/n nodded. He hugged him again. “I love you, bud. You don’t have to keep all this to yourself.”

“I love you, too,” S/n replied.

Leon shrugged out of his leather jacket and wrapped it around his son. “Take care of this for me, will ya?”

He slipped his arms into the sleeves. The jacket nearly swallowed him whole. “It’s too big.”

Leon chuckled and ruffled his hair. “You’ll grow into it. Let’s get inside.”

~~

You were starting to get worried by the time Leon and S/n came inside. You’d already managed to get the full story out of D/n and had her washing dishes in the kitchen. Not only had S/n started the fight, she had chosen to take part and help him instead of standing off to the side. At least you could take comfort in the fact that they’d stand by each other no matter what.

S/n waddled in wearing Leon’s jacket and went straight to the dining room table with his backpack, getting right to work on whatever homework needed to be done.

Leon came to stand beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Let’s take them out tomorrow,” he suggested. With the kids out of school for the next few days, it would be a good opportunity for him to bond with them.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Sports park?” It would be a healthy way for them to get out the stress they’d been carrying. “Get them to wack a few out in a batting cage?”

You considered it for a moment. Since coming home from San Francisco the twins had only ever gone from the house to school and back again. They needed a change in scenery. “Sounds like a good idea to me.”

“It’s settled then.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to check on S/n while you went to start dinner.

For the first time in a while, there was a sense of peace that almost resembled normalcy. Alcatraz wasn’t at the forefront of your mind as the four of you ate and prepared for bed. Soon you found yourself tucked against Leon’s side in bed. D/n had chosen to sleep in her room tonight, though you were prepared to wake up with her between you in the morning.

The television droned on with some old comedy while you traced random shapes on Leon’s chest. “It looks like you got through to him today,” you said. S/n was noticeably less tense at dinner than he had been these past few days.

“Yeah. Little guy’s got a lot going on in there.” Progress was made and it brought him some relief. S/n had opened up to him just a little bit, and he wouldn’t ask for anything more right now. The door creaked open and S/n peeked inside nervously. 

He hesitated before asking, “Can I sleep here tonight?”

The two of you offered him soft smiles. “Sure, sweetie.” You scooted away from Leon to offer him the space in between. S/n nearly jumped into bed with you, almost as if he’d change his mind if he didn’t. Leon switched the television off and reached across to wrap his arm around the both of you.

“Will I ever stop thinking about it?” S/n held your hand tight as he nuzzled against Leon.

Leon kissed the top of his head. Deep down, he knew Alcatraz was something S/n would never truly forget. “One day, it’ll just be a bad dream.”

#di! leon x reader #dad! leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #leon angst #resident evil x reader #resident evil leon #leon kennedy #leon kennedy angst #leon s kennedy #Leon Kennedy #resident evil #leon scott kennedy

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He Comes Alive (Part 7)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Summary: You awake in a top secret facility where you learn of Leon's true nature

Word Count: 5.9k

Pairing: vampire/plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

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

Warnings: Biting, blood, gore, murder, unprotected p in v, masterbation, oral (m and f receiving), stalking, pet names, kidnapping, breeding kink, blood play/kink, age gap, dubcon, pregnancy, monster f*cking, body horror, lactation kink, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]

A quick reminder that I no longer do tag lists

“Where’s Leon?”

“In this building.”

“Where am I?”

“At the BSAA North America headquarters in Washington D.C..”

“BSAA?”

“The Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance.”

“Did Leon do something wrong?”

The man called Clive lets out a chuckle, leaning back in his chair, “that’s a loaded question.”

You feel a lump form in the back of your throat. You swallow it back, remaining silent in hopes that Clive will continue.

“Nine years ago, the president’s daughter was kidnapped by a cult in Spain called Los Illuminados. D.S.O. Agent Leon S. Kennedy was sent to rescue her. Both of them had become infected with a bioweapon-- a parasite the cult called Las Plagas. Leon had successfully removed the parasite from the president’s daughter, however…”

Clive pauses and you can feel your heart start to race at the implication, but still you press, “however, what?”

Clive clears his throat, “by the time the U.S. government realized Leon was still infected, he was long gone, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. He’s been on the run for nine years.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The hikers? That man at the festival? Your father? They’re all his victims,” Clive states.

“You’re lying!” you shout, standing up from the chair and slamming your hands onto the table.

“The plaga feeds on blood in order to survive; it seems to have an affinity to human blood, too.”

“You do realize this sounds absolutely insane, you’re making it sound like Leon’s a vampire or something.”

Clive chuckles again, “that honestly wouldn’t be that far from the truth,” you watch his eyes glance to your swollen belly, “I take it that’s Leon’s baby you're pregnant with?”

“Yes,” you reply curtly before sitting back in the chair, crossing your arms, “it is.”

“Shit…”

“What?”

Clive takes a deep breath before continuing, “I hate to tell you this, but your baby isn’t entirely human.”

Your eyes widen, “excuse me?! Now you’re fucking with me, this is insane!”

“Don’t you find it odd that Leon hasn’t taken you to a single prenatal appointment? Odd that your pregnancy seems to be progressing awfully fast?”

You stand back up again, angrily shaking your finger at Clive, “you are full of shit!”

“Deny it all you want, it’s the truth. Unfortunately you’re too far along in your pregnancy to safely abort, we’ll have to wait until you give birth so we can euthanize it; we’ll make sure it’s done humanely.”

“No one is coming near my baby! You’re just trying to scare me!”

You watch Clive reach into his jacket, pulling out a photo and placing it on the table in front of you. What you see immediately makes you pause and stare. It’s a poorly lit room, a person is tied to the support beam, covered in blood and what you assume is bite marks on their neck.

“This was taken in Leon’s basement after we apprehended him. This is why he kept the basement locked.”

You can’t take your eyes off the photo, especially after you realize you recognize the clothes; it’s a woman that had gone missing after coming out of a work Christmas party in Plymouth; you had seen a photo of her at the party on the news. You feel chills go up your spine.

"Unfortunately she died from blood loss when we were transporting her to our clinic," Clive states.

You swallow hard before making eye contact with Clive, “what the hell is going on…?” 

“I think it will be easier to show you, come with me,” Clive replies, standing up from his chair and motioning for you to follow him. 

You hesitate for a moment before you decide to follow, going back out into the hallway. The two of you eventually make your way to a single elevator, watching Clive swipe a card and then call the elevator. It beeps before the doors slide open and the two of you step inside. 

“How long have you been watching us?” you ask, figuring out that based on what Clive had said to you about Leon not taking you for prenatal check-ups, that someone was watching you and Leon’s every move.

“Shortly after Halloween, a police officer in Oakvale had reached out to the FBI to ask about Leon; in turn the FBI reached out to us. We had to ensure that it was definitely him before making our move.”

You nod, shifting uncomfortably on your feet and unconsciously rubbing your belly. After a couple minutes, the elevator door opens and Clive steps out, you follow him closely. Several men in lab coats turn and greet Clive.

“Director O’Brien! For what do we owe the pleasure?” one of the scientists asks before looking at you, “is this…?”

“Yes she is,” Clive replies, “has he been fed yet?”

The scientist looks back at Clive, shaking his head, “not yet, we were just about to get ready to.”

“Excellent, bring us to the observation room.”

“Of course, director.”

The scientist leads the way bringing you down another hallway that’s barricaded with several large steel doors. At the end, he turns to a door on the left, swiping a keycard and inputting a passcode, causing the door to slide open. You can’t help but feel like you somehow woke up in a science fiction movie. You pinch yourself again to make sure you’re definitely not dreaming.

Once in the room, the scientist pulls up the blinds on a large window and you see Leon, still in just his sweatpants, sitting on a basic metal bed hunched over, staring at the floor. Your heart seemingly skips as you rush up to the window, putting your hands on the glass.

“Leon…” you say softly.

From what you can see, there is nothing out of the ordinary about Leon and you start to reckon that they have the wrong man. Leon wouldn’t hurt anyone. Looking around the room, you notice there is a purple hue. You look up at the room’s ceiling and see that between each fluorescent light is a purple one; the same lights that you saw when you and Leon had gotten ambushed at home.

“What are the purple lights?” you ask, turning to Clive as you remove your hands from the glass.

“High powered ultraviolet lights. The plaga can’t stand sunlight. That’s why he only hunts at night.”

Suddenly, a walkie talkie that is sticking out of Clive’s outer jacket pockets goes off, “We’re ready to commence feeding if you are, director.”

Clive grabs the walkie talkie out of his jacket and replies, “proceed.”

On the left side of the room, a door slides open and a blindfolded man is pushed in and the door closes. The man practically falls onto his face. The man sits up on his knees and you see that his hands are bound behind his back.

“He’s a death row inmate,” Clive says, answering a question you hadn’t even asked, “we have a partnership with the penitentiary and they supply us with inmates that are going to be executed.”

Your attention is drawn back into Leon’s room when the UV lights are switched off and the fluorescent lights dim. Your eyes are drawn to Leon when he suddenly lifts his head, his eyes locked on the man that’s in the midst of a panic attack in the middle of the room. Before your eyes, you watch dark, inky veins start to spread over Leon’s exposed skin. Leon suddenly stands up, walking towards the man like a predator stalking its prey. Movement coming from behind Leon makes your breath hitch; a long, jet black tail comes out  of Leon’s back; the closest thing you can compare it to is a scorpion’s tail.

That isn’t all, four more appendages come out of his back, these looking like claws. You want to close your eyes, you want to run, but you can’t; your eyes remain locked on Leon. In a split second, Leon pounces onto the man, the man’s cries for help going unanswered as you watch Leon’s mouth latch itself onto his neck. The four claws latch onto the man as his tail whips itself back and forth as Leon feasts upon him. You suddenly feel your baby shift in your belly.

Leon suddenly stops, unlatching himself from his meal and looking directly at you. 

“Can he see us?” you ask, your voice shaking.

“No, it’s a two way mirror,” Clive replies, rubbing his chin with his fingers.

Leon stands up walking right up to the window, his eyes locked onto you. To your horror, you see his eyes are red, seemingly glowing in the dim light. His blood stained mouth hangs agape and you can see that all four of his incisors are elongated and sharp. Leon puts his hands onto the glass, his gaze still locked onto you.

“Angel?” he says, his eyes widening, “is that you?”

His tail moves back and forth as he stares at you and that’s when your baby inside you starts moving erratically, causing you to wince in pain as you grab your belly. 

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this,” Leon continues, his hands running down the glass, leaving trails of blood behind, “this is not how I wanted to show you my gift.”

“Gift?” you whisper, taking a couple of steps back from the window.

“He’s referring to the plaga.” Clive replies.

“Our little girl has the gift, too,” Leon continues, his right hand pets the glass as you watch his gaze shift to your belly, made even more unsettling knowing that he can’t see you, “isn’t that right, sweetie?”

Your baby shifts again, feeling your baby’s foot go up your rib cage, causing you to yelp as you once again grab your swollen belly. 

There’s no way your baby is reacting to him right? Right?

You watch as Leon’s crimson eyes narrow, one of his fists balling up and punching the glass, causing it to crack. You scream, stumbling backwards and falling to the floor as Leon throws another punch at the glass, cracking it further. Clive rushes over, picking you up off the floor as he grabs his walkie talkie.

“Turn those damn UV lights back on! NOW!” he shouts into the walkie talkie as he pulls you out of the observation room.

You turn and look back as the UV lights are powered back on, Leon letting out the most inhuman scream you’ve ever heard in your life and in an instant, you watch his grotesque appendages retreat back into his body as he stumbles away from the glass, clutching his head with his hands.

As you and Clive retreat back to the elevator, Leon’s cries of your name fill the halls.

You have no idea how much time has passed since the incident with Leon. Clive had you relocated to a more comfortable room at the facility; it has furniture, a small refrigerator and a window to look outside. You’re sitting in a rocking chair next to the window, rubbing your pregnant belly unconsciously as you watch a gentle snowfall outside. Over and over, your brain plays out the last few months since you returned home from dropping out of college.

Every little thing you had noticed that was odd suddenly made sense: eating the rarest meat imaginable, that one time you thought he had sharp teeth when he bit into his burger, him suddenly going into the basement, him getting up in the middle of the night to ‘check traps,’ the day they found what was left of your father, that smile he had on his face was burned into the back of your mind. Your eyes unconsciously widen at another revelation; the red eyes you saw in your window that night, they were Leon’s.

“It was him… he was the B.O.W. the whole time…” you whisper to yourself, a single tear rolling down your cheek. 

The sound of the door opening startles you and you watch Clive walk in, giving you a gentle smile and wave as he steps into the room.

“I just spoke with your mother,” Clive says, taking a seat on your bed across from where you sit, “I let her know you were experiencing complications in your pregnancy and that you had to be taken to a specialist in D.C., so she at least knows where you are. I didn’t mention Leon to her.”

“Thank you,” you reply softly, letting out a sigh as you return your attention back out the window.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, the concern evident in his voice.

“Empty? Lost? I’m not sure what to feel… I feel like the last few months have been a cruel lie,” you reply honestly, wiping more tears that run down your face away with the back of your hand.

“I know and I’m sorry. I can’t even imagine how hard this has been for you.”

“Is it true that you can’t cure him?” you ask, looking back over at Clive.

Clive nods, “unfortunately. The parasite has completely taken over his body, if we try to remove it, he will die.”

“How… how is he?” you ask, not really sure you actually want the answer.

“He’s refusing to feed. We’ll have to execute him sooner than we intended,” Clive replies, leaning forward, resting his forearms onto his legs.

“Execute?!”

Clive nods, “yes, he’s too dangerous to keep alive. Our hope was to study the plaga inside of him before putting him out of his misery, but he’s making that difficult.”

“Is there any chance I could say goodbye to him before he’s executed?”

Clive stares at you puzzled for a moment before replying, “I believe I can have that arranged.”

“Good,” you say with a soft sigh of relief.

Despite everything, you still love him. You still love the baby growing inside of you. The thought that both of these things that you love so dearly are going to get taken from you absolutely kills you.

“I’ll make sure to come get you when that time comes,” Clive says, standing up from the bed and walking over to the door, “don’t hesitate to give us a holler if you need anything.”

You believe another few days passes, you awake one morning to the sound of wind howling; a blizzard seems to have come in. Just after you get yourself dressed and cleaned up, Clive once again comes into your room.

“It’s happening tonight,” Clive says, his look solemn.

You acknowledge him with a nod before following him out of your room and back to the elevator that brings you to the underground research facility. This time, instead of bringing you to the observation room, Clive brings you to the door leading to Leon’s containment chamber.

“Remember,” Clive begins, causing you to draw your attention to him, “we’ll be watching. We won’t let him hurt you.”

You nod as the door to his containment chamber slides open. You step inside the small chamber inside the door, it sprays some kind of mist on you which you suspect is some kind of sanitizer. After that, the final door opens and you see Leon, laying on his back staring at the ceiling. You step inside, listening as the door slides shut and locks, making your heart jump in nervousness. At first, Leon doesn’t acknowledge you, instead he continues to stare at the ceiling.

“Leon?” you finally speak up, your voice soft.

Leon lifts his head, staring at you for a moment before he sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, practically running to you. He places his hands on your shoulders, looking at you in disbelief.

“Angel! You’re ok, I’ve been so worried!” he exclaims before planting a kiss onto your forehead.

Now you’re able to get a good look at him. His skin is extremely pale and you can see the faint, inky black veins all over his exposed skin. It reminds you of the time you had gone to the festival, before he had killed that man behind the fairground. Now you know why Leon had looked so terrible that day.

“I’ve been worried about you, too,” you say hesitantly, avoiding eye contact with him.

“What’s wrong Angel? It’s just me,” Leon coos, his hand gently grasping your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

His gaze shifts down to your belly, a smile slowly overtaking his lips as he stares down in awe; once again feeling your baby move inside you.

“My God… you’ve gotten so big! Our little girl is growing like a weed!” he says, the excitement evident in his voice as he places a hand on your belly, rubbing it slowly.

A hint of sadness hits you, knowing that as soon as your baby is born, it’s going to be humanely euthanized, but you don’t want to do anything that could cause Leon to lash out, so you keep that knowledge to yourself. 

“How do you know it’s a girl?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“She told me,” Leon explains, his gaze shifting back to you, “because of our gift, we are constantly connected.”

You feel your pulse pick up, feeling your baby continue to writhe inside you as Leon continues to rub your belly.

“I’m going to give you the gift, as well. We’ll be together in both body and mind. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Before you can even process what he just said to you, you notice there’s a sudden change in the lighting; your eyes dart around to see what changed when you notice the subtle purple hue is gone. The UV lights have been turned off. You want to panic, but you take deep breaths to try to keep yourself calm. You reckon it must be a mistake, they’ll turn the UV lights back on in any second. However, more agonizing seconds go by and you realize that they are not coming back on.

Leon slowly looks up, a smirk spreading across his lips when he realizes the UV lights are off, “well… that's convenient.”

He closes his eyes, rolling his neck and shoulders as you watch in horror as the dark veins on his skin get even darker. When he opens his eyes again, you are once again met with the crimson eyes that have haunted your subconscious since the day you saw Leon from the observation room. But now that he’s right in front of you, everything inside you is telling you to get away. You take a couple steps back away from him, his smirk immediately turning into a frown.

“No, no, no! It’s ok, I won’t hurt you, Angel,” he pleads, reaching out to you and grasping your upper arms to stop you from moving away, “I just want to take care of you.”

You watch as his tail snakes out from behind him, moving between the two of you. The end of it goes under your shirt and you watch as the blade-like end of his tail moves upwards, slicing through your shirt. Once your shirt is completely sliced open, his fingers gingerly push the remains of the shirt off you, exposing your swollen breasts to him. He brings one hand up, brushing one of your sensitive nipples under his thumb, causing a small white bead of liquid to come out before running down your breast, pooling onto your pregnant belly.

“Aw look, you’re making milk. Our little girl will need blood, not milk. No matter, I’ll make sure it won’t go to waste,” Leon says before leaning down, wrapping his mouth around the leaking nipple and sucking hard.

“L-Leon!” you cry out, trying to push him away.

You look over at the mirror, knowing that there are people watching. Does Leon know there are people watching? You want to cry out for help, to get someone to come get you out, but you can’t; you don’t want to risk invoking Leon’s fury. After what seems like an eternity, Leon unlatches himself from your breast, his crimson eyes staring down at you lustfully. A grin slowly forms on his face, showing off his long, sharp canine teeth.

He grasps you gently, coaxing you over to his bed where he spins you around, forcing you to bend over onto the bed with your knees on the floor. You rack your brain over what on Earth he’s doing when you feel a very sudden sharp pain in your shoulder, causing you to scream. You then hear a low moan; Leon’s mouth is latched onto your shoulder, his fangs sinking deep into your flesh as blood starts to pour out from the wound. 

He releases his mouth from you briefly, his breaths heavy as he grips onto your waist, his hands then reaching around to undo your belt and pants, “you taste just as divine as I remember, Angel,” he purrs into your ear.

You start to question mentally what he’s talking about until you recall back to the first night you stayed at Leon’s house when the two of you had sex for the first time. He wasn’t just eating you out that night. He was feeding off you. This newest revelation causes a sudden wave of nausea to come over you, causing you to gag. You quickly cover your mouth with one hand while the other grips the sheets on his bed, tears burning the corners of your eyes, threatening to pour out. 

He bites back down into your shoulder as his hands make quick work pulling down your pants and underwear, his fingers rubbing your slit slowly, gathering up the slick of your body’s arousal on his fingertips. While still feeding off you, he pulls down his sweatpants and you feel the head of his cock prod at your entrance. Your eyes widen when you watch two of the claw-like appendages stab down onto the bed in front of you while the other two wrap around your waist, trapping you against him; you feel one of his hands rest on your hip while the other grips your hair, pulling your head back. It takes everything in you not to scream.

With a quick thrust of his hips, he buries his cock inside you, unlatching his mouth from your shoulder with a loud moan as his grip on your hair tightens. You cry out at the feeling of him practically splitting you in half; he feels so much larger than you remember. There’s also another sensation inside you, one you don’t recognize at all. It’s almost hard for your mind to even describe; like a thousand fingers are stroking your inner walls and your cervix and with each quick thrust of Leon’s hips, it feels amazing. You can’t help but let out a loud moan as Leon pistons himself into you, hurtling you towards your release. 

“That’s it Angel, you’re doing so well for me. My perfect mate,” he purrs as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, the hand on your hip gripping so tight that it’ll surely leave bruises, his other hand running down your neck before resting onto your other shoulder, “now, be a good girl and take my gift.”

Against your better judgment, you turn your head to look at him. Leon is opening his mouth and you watch as four mandibles come out from the depths of his mouth and you can hear something squealing from inside his throat. No longer able to put on a brave face, you start to scream, thrashing your body in a desperate attempt to get away from him. The strange sensation you noted inside you suddenly starts to sting as you try to get yourself off him and you feel the claws wrapped around your waist start to cut into your skin as they grip you tighter. 

The door to Leon’s room suddenly opens and Clive along with two men with tactical gear and guns swarm in. Clive holds up a large UV flashlight, shining it directly at Leon’s head. Leon roars, the mandibles going back inside his mouth as he falls backwards, freeing you from his grasp. You quickly pull your underwear and pants back up before running over to Clive, using your arms to cover your exposed breasts. Clive positions you behind him as the two men move to either side of Leon, their guns drawn and pointed at him. One of the scientists then rushes inside the room, Clive turns his head to address him.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Clive shouts at the scientist right before the UV lights turn back on.

You wince when you hear the inhuman cry come from Leon as he scrambles to crouch himself into the corner of the room, gripping his head and trembling.

“We just wanted to see what he would do, that’s all!” the scientist says, pleading with Clive.

“She nearly got infected! Was that part of your plan?!” Clive shouts, walking up to the scientist, getting in his face.

“Well, no…”

“The lead researcher will be hearing about this, now get out of our way, I need to take her back to her room,” Clive continues, practically shoving the scientist out of the way as he gently grasps your upper arm to lead you out of Leon’s containment chamber.

As you walk out, you turn and look at Leon, who’s still crouched in the corner; his eyes are locked onto you, a smirk spread across his lips.

Leon stays seated in the corner of his containment chamber for the majority of the day, only moving to relieve himself in the toilet inside his containment chamber. Scientists have been in and out of his containment chamber as well, almost as if they’re preparing for something, though he didn’t have the slightest clue of what that could be until the lead researcher comes in with his young assistant, who looks vaguely familiar to Leon. 

The lead researcher takes Leon’s vitals and a blood sample, staying completely still through it all, watching the assistant take a seat on Leon’s bed, taking notes with a clipboard and pen.

“Dr. Jacobs, a question if I may?” the assistant suddenly asks.

“Go ahead, Chambers.”

Chambers. Rebecca Chambers. That’s why I recognize her…

Rebecca was a former member of S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team prior to the Raccoon City outbreak incident on September 30, 1971; Leon’s first day as a police officer. A part of him wishes he had died that day.

“How did he manage to infect the fetus? I thought you said it was transmitted via the bloodstream, hence why he bit her.” she asks, setting the clipboard and pen down onto the bed next to her.

Dr. Jacobs swallows hard as he turns to address her, “we believe there are plaga larvae in his semen, which fused with the embryo upon fertilization even though we found no larvae in the semen samples we were able to get. Somehow… the plaga inside him can control when a larva is released… absolutely extraordinary, a real shame we’re executing him tonight.”

Leon subtly raises an eyebrow.

“What about the baby?” Rebecca presses.

“The baby will be humanely euthanized upon birth, the BSAA wants to put the plagas parasite to bed for good even though the child could provide valuable data. I tried to fight it but O’Brien wouldn’t budge.”

What?

Leon remains calm on the outside, but on the inside, he is panicking. He has to protect his offspring at all cost, but how? That answer comes on a silver platter when he watches Rebecca stand up from the bed, grabbing the clipboard but leaving the pen behind on his bed. He waits a couple minutes to see if they realize she had left the pen in here. When he’s confident they’re not coming back in, he stands up, walking over to the bed and collapsing onto it, clutching the pen in his hand as he lays down. He turns, his back facing the camera that’s on the opposite wall pointed towards the bed. 

During his stint in the military after surviving the Raccoon City outbreak, Leon picked up a few tricks, one being how to make lockpicks out of just about anything. He meticulously takes the mechanical pen apart, using the metal parts to make a crude lock pick, small enough to fit into the palm of his hand.

Later that evening, the door to his containment chamber opens and Dr. Jacobs comes in along with another man in tactical gear with an AK-47 slung over his shoulder and a pistol strapped to his leg. Dr. Jacobs is carrying a metal folding chair, which he hands to the guard for him to set down onto the floor after opening.

“Sit,” the guard orders Leon, pointing at the chair.

“Yeah, yeah…” Leon replies, standing up from his bed and sitting in the chair.

“Hands behind your back. Now,” the guard barks.

Leon does as he’s ordered, putting his hands behind his back around the back of the chair. The guard walks behind him, handcuffing his wrists together. Unbeknownst to the guard, Leon has his makeshift lock pick wedged between two of his fingers, completely concealing it. The guard walks back around, standing in front of Leon as Dr. Jacobs prepares a syringe of bright green liquid. Slipping the lock pick out, he begins to pick the lock on his cuffs.

“It pains me to do this Leon, it really does,” says Dr. Jacobs as he approaches, the guard moving to the side of Leon to let him through, “you were a brilliant agent. I admit this will not be pleasant, but you won’t suffer for long, I promise.”

Leon manages to free himself just as Dr. Jacobs kneels down to inject him with the deadly serum in the syringe. In the blink of an eye, Leon snatches the syringe from Dr. Jacobs, stabbing it into his neck and pushing the syringe. Dr. Jacobs’ expression contorts as he collapses onto the floor, his body going into a seizure in what Leon imagines is the painful thralls of death.

The guard curses as Leon stands up from his chair, pointing his AK-47 at him to shoot. However, Leon’s too quick, he side steps and grabs the AK-47, using the strap slung around the guard’s body to strangle the man, all the while, the gun is still firing, shooting out all the lights in the ceiling, including the UV lights. Inky black veins quickly envelope Leon’s body and his eyes shift into the deep crimson as Leon bites into the guard’s exposed neck, drinking as much blood as he can in a short period of time.

He then kneels down to Dr. Jacobs’ lifeless body, searching his pockets to find a fob. With this fob in hand, the door to the containment chamber opens, allowing Leon to make his escape. He can sense his offspring is several floors above where he is, so he quickly finds the elevator, the fob allowing him access to it. 

When the elevator doors open, several guards are waiting for him, guns drawn. In an instant, Leon’s tail and back appendages emerge and he practically leaps out of the elevator pinning one of the guards down and ripping out his throat while his tail whips around, decapitating and fatally stabbing the other guards. Just when Leon thinks he’s in the clear, he hears more footsteps coming towards him. He looks up, blood dripping from his mouth and chin and finds Director O’Brien with about 10 more guards behind him.

“I should have known you wouldn’t go quietly, Leon,” Director O’Brien says, crossing his arms.

“Where is my mate?” Leon growls, standing up to face them, using his back claws and tail to make himself look bigger.

“In a place you won’t get to, Leon. You’re not leaving this hallway alive,” Director O’Brien replies.

“We’ll see about that.”

Leon begins to step forward, his legs and arms mutating, turning black like his claws and tail. His fingers become more claw like and his legs contort to become more insect-like; his feet also transform into three toed claws. His jaw splits open to reveal rows of sharp elongated teeth, his four incisors still longer than the rest. His four mandibles also come out of his mouth and he lets out an inhuman roar as he charges towards Director O’Brien and the guards. This is the furthest Leon’s ever let himself transform and he’s honestly eager to see what he can do.

The guards shoot at him, but the bullets do little to no damage to Leon as he rips through them like paper with his razor sharp claws, blood and guts spilling everywhere. In the chaos, Director O’Brien slips away, running down the hall. Leon sees this and quickly gives chase, what’s left of the guards strewn all over the white marble floor in his wake. Director O’Brien comes around the corner with his angel, his mate in tow, both of them stopping in their tracks upon seeing Leon.

Leon opens his mouth wide, letting out a loud hiss as he glares at Director O’Brien. Unfortunately in his current state, he’s unable to speak. His crimson stare shifts over to his angel, who to his dismay, is visibly frightened.

Angel, don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you…

He curses internally about not being able to give her his gift; if he had been successful, he would be able to communicate with her easily. His gaze then shifts to her swollen belly, sensing his offspring is strong and healthy inside her. He watches as she grips her belly, flinching.

“Back off, Leon!” Director O’Brien shouts, pulling out a small flashlight from inside his dark green coat and turning it on, pointing its purple beam directly into Leon’s face. 

Leon, turns his face away, growling as he feels the light sting his mutated parts. His tail whips forward, slicing off the hand holding the UV flashlight before he turns back to Director O’Brien, stalking towards him and using one of his clawed hands to pick him up and pin him against the wall. Letting out a guttural growl, his mouth and mandibles open wide only stopping when he feels his mate’s hands on his arm.

“Leon, don’t kill him, please!” she cries, “don’t kill him and I’ll… I’ll go with you…”

His mutated mouth closes, turning to her to see her bloodshot eyes staring up at him, pleading with him. He lets out a soft purring sound, turning back to Director O’Brien and abruptly dropping him. He falls to the floor with a gasp, Leon’s attention back onto his mate as he grabs her by her wrist. She looks up at him, the fear evident in her eyes as she starts to panic, pulling against his grasp as she hyperventilates. 

Angel, don’t do this… it’ll be ok, I promise…!

She then faints; Leon’s quick reflexes catch her before she collapses onto the floor. He picks her up into his arms bridal style, stalking into one of the rooms that has a window. Using his tail, he smashes the window open, the blizzard raging outside now blowing snow into the room. Leon leaps out of the window, carrying his mate into the stormy winter night.

Part 8

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[alessiathepirate]

Resident Evil 2 - Resident Evil 4

SHARED WOUNDS HEAL TOGETHER THE BEST: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Summary: Relationship development through nightmares and shared trauma.

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

Warnings: swearing, referenced PTSD, trauma, mentioned death, described violence, hurt/comfort

•••

Half a night full of nightmares

Escaping the unsurvivable doesn't come with good feelings at all.

It didn't fill her heart with pride or joy after she survived all those monsters in Raccoon City, even though she almost laughed from relief when she found herself far away from that God forsaken place with Leon, Claire and Sherry on her side.

No. The aftermath wasn't happy and it definitely wasn't fun. It was sad, insufferable and painful.

The mornings were alright - she didn't have any problems with those, especially when she could talk to either Leon or Claire, or take care of Sherry. But the nights - the nights were horrible and the first few after the incident were the worst.

She saw hoards of the undead in her dreams, attacking her or killing the people she cared about. She heard the noises of the lickers and the turned dogs, but the worst were the loud steps, making the walls and the ground she was standing on shake.

On the first night she relived the journalist's death so vividly, she didn't know where she was when she woke up. She saw him backing away and then the strong arm of the tyrant pushed through the concrete wall, it grabbed his head and crushed it like it was nothing. She remembered how the blood dripped down to the floor, how his eyes popped out of their places and how they were hanging out of his eye sockets, only a few weak muscles keeping them attached to his body.

When she woke up she couldn't breath, her chest was heavy, her throat felt both tight and dry and she was crying, the tears quickly running down her cheeks. She didn't know where she was or who she was, her mind was too far gone, still living in the world of the nightmare, not finding the way back to reality.

Two sudden hands on her shoulders pushed her back to the present, to the dirty motel room with the lights on, but with the curtains closed.

"Hey, hey! It's okay, it was just a nightmare! You're safe, I'm here. Do you hear me?" Leon's voice was full of fear, but he did his best not to panic as he tried to calm her down. His words made her breathing slow down and she felt like she can get some fresh air in her lungs again. "You have to take a big breath with me, okay? In and out." She followed his instructions as he brushed a few locks of hair out of her face, which got stuck to her forehead from the sweat. "Again- breath in... and out." He made eye contact with her, making sure she's feeling better. "You can calm down, it was just a bad dream."

She nodded, now understanding the situation she found herself in.

"Thank you." her mouth felt dry as she said those two words out loud.

"You have nothing to say thank you for." Leon smiled at her reassuringly. "Do you feel better now?"

She just nodded again, not trusting her voice this time. Leon backed away and sat down next to her on the bed.

She felt awkward as she sat up, leaning against the bedframe as she pulled the duvets to the side, because she felt like she was burning alive under them. She hugged her knees to her chest as she looked at Leon again.

"You can talk about it if you want to. I had one too, you know... a nightmare."

She stayed quiet as she thought about what to do, but then her strength to keep all the fear in herself broke.

"I had a dream about the journalist's- about Ben's death... It was like I- relived that moment, you know. When the tyrant killed him." she explained as a shiver run through her spine at the memories. "What was yours about?"

"That we never made it out alive." he started. "That every one of you died right before the finish line and when I tried to get back to you I got attacked as well."

"I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"I don't know." she answered after she realized how stupid it would be to apologize for the whole Raccoon City incident, when it wasn't her fault - nor their fault at all. "For scaring you because of some shitty dream I had... For what happened or- I don't know."

"It's not your fault. You can't do anything against the dreams you have and I'm sure you did your absolute best in Raccoon City. We all did."

They smiled at each other, but it was a very broken, pitiful smile.

"I'll always be here if you want to talk about, you know- what happened."

"The same goes for you." she said. "Where are the others? Claire and Sherry?"

"Claire wanted to get something to eat and Sherry wanted to go with her. You fell asleep so I didn't want to leave you alone." Leon explained and then added jokingly: "And then I fell asleep as well so I guess we were both too tired to care about food. They should be back in a few minutes."

"Thanks for staying with me."

Leon just smiled and then stood up, walking towards the only table the cheap motel room had.

"Claire was able to get some tea from that nice lady at reception. Do you want some? I mean, it's already cold, but-"

"It's perfect. Thank you."

A few moments later they were both sitting on her bed, drinking that ice cold tea as they made sure the other was feeling better after half a night full of nightmares. Neither of them knew how important that little gesture will be in their shared future.

•••

The already full jar of trauma

The moment she heard Leon's voice from his bedroom, she was up, her bare feet were on the cold floor, not caring about what she had on or how low the temperature in their apartment was. Her reflexes, which became quite sharp after that horrible night, acted on their own accord, and the next thing she knew she was running to her flatmate's bedroom, not bothering to knock.

Just like she thought - Leon's body was sweaty and he was tossing and turning in his bed with an uncomfortable look on his face. All the tiredness was gone from her eyes as she sat down next to him on his bed and put one of her hands on his chest while the other was gently caressing his face.

"Leon?" she spoke up kindly, her voice rough from sleeping beforehand. "Leon, please wake up! It's just a dream. Leon?"

He suddenly opened his eyes as he sat up so quickly she had to lean back so he won't bump into her.

"It's okay!" she tried to reassure him as she touched his arm. "It was just a bad dream."

He looked at her, his eyes teary from both dream and sleep and the next thing she knew, he hugged her, his arms keeping her in place tightly, afraid to let go.

She was shocked at first, that moment being the first time ever he hugged her or was that close to her, but she didn't complain. She knew how bad a nightmare can be, how bad of a reaction it can get out of someone. So she hugged him back and stroked his arm as his breathing became more even.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she said, her face still pressed against his shoulder.

She felt him swallow.

"Do you remember Marvin?" he asked even though he knew the answer.

Marvin was still a fresh wound and a painful topic - especially the way he died and the why he died. The man was a hero; he saved them from getting eaten and he gave them the right weapons and best gear they could ever find.

She nodded, but the memories still hurt.

"I had a dream about him."

"I'm sorry. You had to shoot him because of me."

It was true and she'll probably always feel guilty because of it. It was her fault - her fault that Leon had to shoot him dead and with that add to the already full jar of trauma.

She wasn't careful and let the turned Marvin attack her. His hands were already on her and if Leon doesn't react quickly, he would've bit her right in the neck.

"It wasn't your fault." Leon said and after taking a long breath he continued: "He was already gone. It was between you and him, and he was already gone."

Even if it was a painful topic, she knew she can be thankful that Leon was there and acted quickly.

"Thank you for being there that day." she said after she pushed Leon back so she can look him in the eye. "But you can't blame yourself either. I hope you know that."

He nodded, silently saying that he does.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

"Not anymore, no."

"We can watch something if you want to."

"Yeah." she answered, knowing none of them would be able to fall sleep again. "That would be great. A shitty comedy would be great."

•••

Keep on talking

She was so tired she felt like she could cry at any little thing - yet sleep stayed far away from her. It didn't want to come, it didn't want to give her what she needs and covets.

Her whole body hurt from that morning's obstacle training and hand-to-hand combat - both lessons left cuts and purple, blue or even yellow bruises on her arms, legs and stomach. Her muscles were aching, screaming for even a few hours of sleep, but both the sleep and dreams stayed away.

"Are you still up?"

Leon's question was so sudden in the darkness that it gave her heart an ache from fear, her heartbeat becoming faster.

They shared a bunk bed together. Leon chose the lower part so she owned the upper one - but deep down she knew Leon made that decision so he can look out for her and be her guard dog until the end of the damn training.

"Yeah." she whispered back, not wanted to wake up the others.

"You can't sleep?"

"Exactly, but I want to." her voice became high pitched, so she had to swallow to keep the tears back. "God, I really want to."

Leon whispered her name, his voice was full of worry and that was what broke the dam. The tears started to fall from both mental and physical pain, tiredness.

"Are you okay?"

She didn't answer. She couldn't without waking the others up, knowing her voice would be rough and high pitched.

She heard him pull the duvet to the side, she was sure he sat up on his bed. Then his bare feet made contact with the floor and in the next moment she could see Leon's face as he grabbed the side of her bed. His expression was full of sadness.

"Do you want to sleep next to me tonight?" he asked quietly, gently touching her hand.

She nodded.

"Come here..."

She did her best to stay silent as she wiped away her tears and then climbed down, her arms shaking as she did so. Leon was there to help her, holding her, keeping his hand on her back as support.

When she was down he turned her towards himself, wiped the remaining tears away and gently stroked a bruise on her collarbone. She only then noticed that he had a few bruises himself as well, a purple one hiding right under his jaw, but she could still see it in the moonlight.

"Who did you fight with?"

"Why, you want to beat him up?" he asked teasingly, trying to crack a joke.

She didn't giggle, caring about his health and well being too much to take it as a joke.

"Of course I want to."

"You can have one guess." he sighed.

"Krauser?"

"Who else?"

"What an asshole." she whispered.

"What about you? Who do I have to beat up?"

"You can have one guess." she quoted him. "I had hand-to-hand combat right after you."

Leon didn't say anything to that, he only stroked her cheek reassuringly and then gestured towards his bed. She lay down on his bed and tried to find a position where she leaves place for Leon as well. He joined her moments later and pulled the duvet over the two of them.

"Try to rest, okay? You need it." he whispered.

"I know." she started. "I just got to a point where I'm too tired to fall asleep."

"Do you want me to keep on talking?"

"If you want to."

One of his hands found her waist and pulled her shirt down to cover her skin, and then through the material he started to draw different shapes into her. First a square, then a circle, a triangle, a star and then a smiley face.

"Did I tell you that Claire called right before we had to come here?" he asked.

"No."

"Well she did. She told me all about what she wants to do" she closed her eyes as he started to talk. "and about who she met. She asked about us. She was surprised that we became flatmates, joking that that's how dumb romance books start..."

She fell asleep right after that, her mind finally finding peace at his words. What she didn't realize was how she was admired while she was sleeping and how well Leon slept next to her that night.

That was the first time they asked themselves if they are really just friends or something more.

•••

You'll always have Prince Charming, cariño

Their first night together as a couple shouldn't go like this - with this heavy, burning feeling inside their chests.

The well known feeling of guilt made that night harder than ever. It's been a while since they were this afraid of falling asleep and it wasn't easy to get used to again, even if they both got a routine for those nights.

Taking a shower, getting dressed for bed, cooking dinner and then watching something on the TV - trying to do everything slowly to avoid going to sleep, trying to keep their eyes open so they can concentrate on the crappy movie, trying to not think about who they lost.

"We should go to bed or you'll fall asleep on the couch." Leon was the first to break the silence and the tension in the air.

They were both watching some stupid comedy on the TV, but while Leon was sitting with tired eyes, she was resting her head on his thigh. Her eyes closed a few minutes ago and she almost fell asleep when he spoke up.

"I don't want to." she started. "I'll have nightmares and I really can't deal with them tonight."

Leon's hand started to stroke her back and she sighed - being there with him gave her a peace of mind, but it also made her really sleepy.

"I know what you mean - but we have to give it a try. We've been a through a lot and we need to rest."

"I know. I just-" she sat up so she can look at him. "I just don't want to relive Luis' death... I just can't."

Leon looked at her like she said the exact thing he had been feeling and thinking about. He gave her a sad smile and took her hand in his, drawing the usual shapes into her skin with his thumb.

"Luis didn't deserve to die." she continued, trying to get everything what hurts off of her chest. "Even if he was always flirting or being annoying; he was nice. And he was really trying to do the right thing."

"And he was your biggest supporter." Leon added with a small, honest smile.

"No, he was our biggest supporter." she corrected him, letting out a giggle as she remembered all the things he said to her. "He was trying to make me see what our relationship truly is- that what you and I have is more than friendship."

"He was right, wasn't he?"

She nodded and the smile she had disappeared as she got back to reality. To the reality where Luis Serra is dead no matter how hard she tried to save his life.

She thought about the memories she shares with Leon and realized that no matter what they do or where they go, they always meet with tragedy and death. Those things overshadow their relationship and its development, not letting them fully enjoy what they have.

Luis would've loved to see their confession. He would've loved to see their faces when they realize they both feel the same way about the other. He would've wanted them to be happy.

Even if it's hard to be happy and smile.

What would he say? Something cheesy and romantic. Something like: You'll always have Prince Charming to make you smile even on hard days, cariño.

And he'd be right. She'll always smile when she sees Leon. She'll always laugh at his jokes. She'll get through everything if he's by her side.

"All right." she spoke up suddenly, making Leon stop his movements. "We can try and get some sleep- together."

"Together." he agreed and then leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead.

God, Luis would be smirking with that proud, annoying smirk of his.

A few moments later they were cuddling under the duvets in Leon's room; her head was on his chest as he was stroking her back. She didn't dare to close her eyes yet, but she enjoyed the closeness with her lover.

Lover, she thought. It's good they had Luis to make them see they are better lovers than friends.

That's how she should remember him. Luis Serra, the best wingman the world has ever known. The bravest, kindest wingman the world has ever known.

"Leon?" she spoke up in the darkness as she closed her eyes.

"Yes? Is something wrong?"

"No. There's nothing wrong. Everything is fine when I'm with you." she explained when she heard the fear in his voice. "I just wanted to say I love you."

For a moment Leon's heartbeat and breathing changed, and his hand stopped.

"I love you too, darling. Now try to get some sleep, okay?"

"Promise me you'll wake me up if you have a nightmare..."

"I promise, but the same goes for you."

Leon pressed one last kiss to the back of her hand and then they both closed their eyes, trying to enjoy the other's presence, knowing they don't have to be afraid of nightmares. Not when they have the other.

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[scentednuttragedy]

A GIFT

Re2!Leon S. Kennedy X Fem!Reader

He was in Pain, all he wanted to see was you. He whimpered and moaned out in pain as he clutched his stomach, questioning if he will even be able to see you. He walked stumbling, walking slowly as the pain was so unbearable but he was determined to find you. He was going to find you and make sure you were safe, he wanted to make sure you were safe. You and him has mutually decided to go separate ways to cover more ground but little did he knew was the monster that awaited in his path. He somehow had managed to get away from the monster but boy had the monster managed to hurt him. Now, all he wanted to do was make sure you were safe. Leaning against a wall Leon let out a shaky sigh, traying to regain his composure.

"Leon!" He heard your voice as it approached closer and closer.

"In here!" He grunted as shouting was putting pressure on his stomach.

You rushed inside the room, breathing heavily from running from so long. You saw him, in pain and immediately rushed to his side.

"Leon.. Are you okay? What happened?" You panicked as you kept looking from his face and down at where he clutched his side of stomach.

"Just a little hurt... are you okay?" It was clear he worried more about others than he did about himself. In the few hours you had known him, you had grown to adore him.

"You're clearly not just a little hurt Leon. Sit down" you smiled softly as you sat him down and crouched near him.

"Is there anything i can do to help?" She put her hand on his shoulder as she looked in his eyes with concern. His heart may have skipped a beat or two but he ignored it.

"I'll be fine, just give me a few minutes" He said trying to sound as stable as he could. She nodded and sat beside him, keeping appropriate distance between them.

"Did you see that thing too?" They both said in unison and upon realizing they chuckled a bit. It was moments like these that kept you both sane in this chaos. Leon sighed as he threw his head back, closing his eyes for a bit to relax himself.

Both of you stayed quite for a while just relaxing in each others presence, it was a comfortable silence. You looked over at Leon as you checked his wounds and frowning as you see how hurt he had gotten. Ever since meeting him all he has done is get himself hurt and you felt bad for letting him get hurt. You hated to see him like this even though you barely knew him you knew he had a heart of gold.

"You're getting yourself hurt quite frequently, Leon" You said softly as you ran your fingers along the bruise he had gotten on his arm. He took a sharp breath when he felt your touch. He didn't want to admit it but he liked being around you, he liked your presence.

"Just my luck" He chuckled, shaking his head. Your eyes softened at his words, you wanted to protect him but you knew you couldn't always be there. You took off the golden ladybug pendant you always wore, which was given to you by your family as a protection charm.

"Here have it" You grabbed his hand and put the pendant in his palm. He furrowed his eyebrows as he saw the pendant in his palm, he had seen the pendant on you and knew it meant a lot to you just from the way you'd hold it when you were thinking or stressed. He could tell it was more than just accessory

"Why are you giving this to me?" He appreciated it but he was curious what it meant.

"To protect you" You smiled at him as you leaned against the wall. You cared about him and he had realized that now. His heart started racing as he thought to himself that maybe its the best to not ignore the feelings that were growing towards you. He smiled genuinely as he looked in your eyes.

"Thank you"

I am trying to write fanfiction! i will get better the more I write^^ thank you everyone who reads!

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[konigbabe]

⚠ WARNINGS ⚠ ⇢ remember that this is a kink [and fetish] master list, which means every single work contains explicit sexual content ⚠ ⇢ while some of these kinks and fetishes may appear too much for some readers, all of these works were written as consensual with all characters over the legal age limit ⚠

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A is for AGE GAP

age gap...in which one partner is significantly older than the other ✎ John Price x fem!reader

B is for BREEDING

breeding...in which one person is aroused by the idea of impregnating their partner ✎ Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

C is for COCK WARMING

cock warming...in which a partner keeps their partner's cock nice, hard, and warm in their hole

D is for DOMINANCE

dominance (D/S)...in which a dominant is in complete control of the whole sexual relationship with their partner

E is for EXHIBITIONISM

exhibitionism...in which someone gains sexual gratifications from having sex while being watched ✎ Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

F is for FACE SITTING

face sitting...in which one partner sits or hovers over their partner's face

G is for GANBANG

gangbang...in which four or more people engange in a sexual intercourse with one passive partner ✎ Simon “Ghost” Riley x König x Keegan P. Russ x fem!reader ✎ Satoru Gojo x Toji Fushiguro x Kento Nanami x Choso Kamo x fem!reader

H is for HATEFUCKING

hatefucking...in which a person has sex with someone they hate ✎ Tangerine x fem!reader ✎ Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

I is for IMPACT PLAY

impact play...in which one person is struck by another person for the sexual gratification of either or both parties

J is for JAPANESE ROPE BONDAGE

Japanese rope bondage...in which a partner is tied using ropes and intricate knots during sex ✎ Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

K is for KATOPTRONOPHILIA

katoptroniophilia...in which a person gains sexual gratification from seeing themselves in the mirror (aka mirror sex) ✎ Keegan P. Russ x fem!reader

L is for LINGERIE

lingerie...in which one person is aroused by their partner wearing lingerie ✎ John Price x fem!reader

M is for MONSTER-FUCKING

monsterfucking...in which one person engages in a sexual act with a non-human ✎ kitsune!Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

N is for NARRATOPHILIA

narratophilia...in which someone is aroused by sexual storytelling ✎ Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

O is for ORGASM DENIAL

orgasm denial...in which one partner maintains a high level of arousal for an extended period of time without experiencing orgasm ✎ Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

P is for PREGNANCY

pregnancy...in which one person is attracted to the idea of having sex with a pregnant person

Q is for QUICKIE

quickie...in which two people have a brief sexual encounter that skips over some of the sensual aspects and foreplay ✎ Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

R is for ROUGH SEX

rough sex...in which two people have a rough intercouse, usually accompanied by choking, hair pulling, and spanking ✎ plaga!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

S is for SENSORY DEPRIVATION

sensory deprivation...in which one partner is derived of one or more of their senses, such as sight and hearing

T is for TEMPERATURE PLAY

temperature play...in which one partner uses heat or cold to stimulate neuroreceptors under the skin and provoke a sensual reaction of their partner

U is for UNIFORM PLAY

uniform play...in which one partner wears a uniform (such as police, nurse...) during fore-play or the whole sex

V is for VOYERISM

voyerism...in which someone gains sexual pleasure from watching others engage in sexual activity

W is for WAX PLAY

wax play....in which a person drips warm or hot wax onto their partner’s naked body during sex or foreplay

X is for XERONISUS

xeronisus...in which a person is unable to reach orgasm

Z is for ZELOPHILIA

zelophilia...in which a person becomes sexually aroused by feelings of jealousy

some definitions used from kinkly dot com. GIF created and inspired by @kazushawty’s tutorial so kudos to her!

#a to z kinks #masterlist

[urdepressedslut]

Scars of Your Soul | (ch. 1)

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Platonic!Claire Redfield x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Leon went through some traumatic moments, battling for their lives on the night of the fall of Raccoon City. Making it out alive was just the beginning, now they will take new adventures, trying to make the world a better place and end umbrellas schemes once and for all. Is what you and Leon had real? Or is it simply a trauma bond?

Warnings: angst, trauma, PTSD, panic attacks

My feet ached, tiny cuts in my skin from the shards of glass. It was once again this never ending nightmare, monsters all around, death everywhere. Trying to take deep breaths, the air felt thicker. It was becoming harder to ground myself, everything started to turn red, blood coating each object that surrounded me in its putrid smell.

My legs finally gave out, my body hitting the ground with a hard thud. This was it, even though death was close, it seemed easier than staying one more second in this hellhole. Tears escaped from the corner of my eyes, rolling down my filthy cheeks.

"Please.. Do it quick!! I can't do this anymore.." I begged, pleading for whoever stood in the darkness to come end my misery quickly.

Heavy footsteps alerted me, making my sobs stop in a quick second. Suspense filling my bones as I waited to see my killer, who's face they wore.

The body stepped out first, their face still bathed in the shadows. My chest grew tighter, not even sure I was breathing at this exact moment. Tears continued to escape my eyes, a steady stream of what may be my last cry.

Soon the face of my killer stood out, only for me to meet eyes with...

"Leon.." I whispered, not allowing myself to believe Leon was going to end me. I backed up slowly, trying to create distance between us.

He stalked forward, inches away from my figure now. Squatting down he gripped my ankle harshly and yanked me forward so that my body was semi under his. With a yelp I slid, face glancing up into his.

Even with the murderous glare, his eyes continued to shine with the most amazing blue, shocking my system for the last time. Bittersweet.

"Just make it quick.." I pleaded, wanting everything to be over. Whoever thought that the real monster was the one I escaped with.

He smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out what I didn't expect. A syringe, the same one that had cursed me in the first place.

"Found this, seemed it belonged with you." He spoke, his voice not even sounding like him. I started to cry louder, begging with everything in me for him not to poison me. Death would be better than being infected with the virus. Never again.

"NO NO, PLEASE NO!" I sobbed, trying to back up, but his grip on my ankle tightened, holding me in place.

Raising my dirty white dress, he caressed my thigh for a second, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin.

"This.. Is who you are." He spat out, raising his hand high and stabbing the needle into my skin. In just a few seconds I felt the same crawling feeling bloom in my chest, my whole body igniting once again with the feverish monster.

Screams of agony filled the room, my body twitching and mutating. There wasn't any second chance now, no medicine to bring me back. I was truly becoming the monster I had feared. With one last scream, I felt my spine split, my whole body being shocked with the worst pain I had ever felt. I felt something digging in my stomach, something moving. Trying to claw my hands at it, it continued to move. The only thing I was capable in that moment was to scream for help that would never come. Only this endless agony.

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(Y/N)'S POV

Jolting awake my hands immediately went to my stomach, feeling nothing but smooth skin. My skin was sweaty, the bed sheets underneath me drenched in fear. My heart pounded so violently in my chest I thought for a second it was going to explode out of my body. Taking a few moments to breath, and notice my surroundings, I remembered very quickly that this was real life. I had escaped, I was still alive. Nightmares hadn't let up since the night after the incident. In fact they had gotten worse as time passed, the dreams becoming so real that the pain inflicted in them could be felt in real life. It was beginning to become a challenge to determine what was real and what wasn't.

Finally getting out of bed, I headed to the shower. Wanting to scrub all evidence of my nightmare, nobody needed to know. Attention is not what I needed right now, I wanted to blend in.

Wrapping the towel around my frame, I took a brief look at myself in the mirror, wiping away the blur. Tired, dim eyes looked back at me, surrounded by dark circles, evidence of my crippling insomnia. It wasn't even the outside that scared me, I could feel deep within myself that I had gone numb, turning into a shell. Anyone who started a conversation with me would instantly be bored to death by the lack of personality within me. I tried to smile and say I'm fine but I couldn't.

Lowering myself to the bathroom floor, I let myself succumb to this numb trance. I could stay in one spot for hours on end, staring at nothing. It was like my body felt empty more and more each day. They said time would heal, but the only thing it's doing is causing more damage.

Is this what a hero looks like?

Light knocks sounded at the door to my room, making me jump slightly in my spot on the floor. Getting up, I could feel my knees crack, from the lack of use.

Making it to the door, I took a deep breath before opening the door slightly ajar. Revealing the only person willing to put up with me, Claire.

Claire and I became close after the whole raccoon city situation. Never getting a real chance to get to know each other until it was all over. It started as a normal friendship, then one night, Claire was distressed. Too caught up in the flashes of horrors to think straight, so I had held her throughout the night. It was that vulnerable moment that really strengthened our friendship, and I was happy to have her, I was starting to wonder how'd I made it this far in life without her.

"Hey babes, can we talk?" Claire had asked, frowning after taking in my appearance. I stepped back, allowing her to enter.

"Sure." Taking a seat next to her on the couch, I shifted my body facing hers completely. Her distress rubbing off on me, I grew concerned. "Everything okay?"

Claire tried to mask her true emotion with a smile, but I knew her too well. I could tell she was hiding.

"I'm not sure. It's about work." She started, watching how my body sagged at the last word.

"What about it?" I just wanted her to spit it out at this point, I knew it wasn't anything good.

"They've been giving assignments out like it's Christmas morning. At this rate, the building will be empty by next month." She told me, crossing her legs and began to fidget with the end of my towel.

"It's getting bad again?" I asked her, afraid of the answer. She gave me a sad smile, tilting her head slightly.

"Babes, it's always been bad, they just don't want us to worry about anything besides our current mission." She said sadly, her brows furrowing as she zoned out on a spot on the couch.

"What were you assigned? Another city outbreak?" I asked her, rubbing her leg in an attempt of comfort.

This time, she stopped fidgeting and gave me her full attention. Grabbing both my hands she took a deep breath.

"I wasn't assigned anything." She told me, confusing me for a second before it clicked. "It's you."

I wasn't prepared for the nauseous feeling in my stomach to appear so suddenly. I couldn't help but feel the drop of sweat start to drip down the middle of my back, waves of heat rushing through my body.

"Oh.." I whispered, numbly. I wasn't sure if it was sadness that filled my being or disappointment that this was my life. Suddenly a life working at the gas station didn't seem so bad.

Gary's ripped flesh and screams quickly flashed through my head, making me physically flinch, eyes wide with terror. I felt myself frozen in front of the gas station once again. A hand suddenly gripped my arm and all I could see was red, the rotted woman snarling, about to rip me apart. Screaming, I felt my throat burn with the intensity.

"(Y/N)!! STOP!! ITS ME!!" I heard Claire say, snapping me back to reality. With a jolt I was staring at her wide concerned eyes. My chest felt tight, and my face was wet with.. tears? I felt fuzzy and disoriented. After realizing what had just happened, I felt embarrassed.

"I'm sorry.. I—" I stopped, taking a deep breath and harshly wiping my face dry of the evidence. "I'm okay now."

I tried to assure Claire, but she didn't seem convinced.

Slowly Claire wrapped me in one of her bear hugs, cradling the back of my head and setting her chin on top of my head.

Closing my eyes I let myself take in the feeling of this warm shelter. A short moment where I could hide from everything.

"I love you so much babes. Okay?" Claire told me, really making sure I was snapped out of my episode.

I sniffled and looked up at her, through my damp lashes.

"Yeah, love ya too bud." I answered weakly, but Claire snuggled into my hair for another second and then released me from her embrace.

Getting up, Claire set an envelope on the coffee table. Stroking my hair one last time before leaving. Without a goodbye, because well.. we both weren't good at them.

Once the door shut, all that was left was the tension of the unopened envelope and me.

I pushed it away, the end of the paper hanging off the edge of the table. I didn't want this.

Hearing the door open again, I assumed Claire was back to cuddle some more. Try and give me more words of encouragement.

But out of nowhere without looking behind me, I got a whiff of the familiar scent I'd grown to love.

I felt the couch dip beside me, and it was at this point I felt like I had to shield myself away. I didn't want them to see me like this.

I jumped slightly when I felt a blanket get draped over my shoulders. Making me blush, seeing as I was only wearing a towel still.

"You okay (y/n)?" Leon asked, his voice like honey. Healing my mind slowly.

I laughed lightly, squeezing myself tighter with the blanket, turning to face him slowly. But not wanting to meet his eyes quite yet.

"You always know the answer, and somehow you are always asking." I told him, trying to make the moment lighter. But that seemed impossible.

"I never wanna force you to talk. I know you lie to me sometimes, saying you're okay when you're not. And yeah it sucks not being able to do anything for you, but I'll wait until you wanna talk." Leon told me, his hand twitching by his side, so badly wanting to lift my chin to meet his gaze I'm sure.

"I see you took our You gotta be patient with me talk serious." I said, lifting my eyes to meet with his. His eyes weren't anything of judgement or disappointment, only love.

"Of course I did, it's what you wanted." Leon told me, making me furrow my brows. And for a split second I couldn't even begin to understand the random emotion that popped up.

Shaking my head, I wanted to forget.

"Well, I could be better. Just.. tired." I answered his earlier question. His look of pity deepened.

"I guess you're always tired huh?" Leon asked, trying to make a joke. Lightening the mood, but I couldn't convince myself to smile.

"Yeah." I whispered, picking at the end of the blanket now.

"Quit doing that." He scolded me playfully, but I could tell the serious tone it had.

"Doing what?" I asked, already having a good idea.

He tilted his head like a frustrated Father.

"Pushing me away." He said, his tone soft again. He scooted closer.

I wanted to bury myself in his arms, but I knew I couldn't.

Ever since Raccoon City, I can't help but think about Leon and I. What we have, it doesn't seem.. right. We fell in love so fast, it just doesn't make sense. Nights on end I have conversations with myself, trying to convince myself that I really am in love with him. But then I think.. What if it's all a trauma bond? I could never admit this to Leon, because I know he'd tell me something different. Why is it only me that thinks this?

"I'm trying not to, I'm sorry." I told him, and he nodded his head. Understanding.

"Don't apologize. Just stay." He asked me, and opened his arms, inviting in his warmth.

With a nod I scooted close and snuggled myself in his embrace. Melting me with his warm touch, his scent intoxicating me. I held back my tears and buried my face into his chest. When I did that I felt his arms tighten around my body, shielding me away from all the monsters.

Ones that roamed the world, and the ones in my head.

I could hear Leon's heart beating quick, the thumps strong against his chest. I wondered if his heart was beating out of love, or was it fear that if he released me, I'd disappear.

LEON’S POV

Both.

#reader insert #angst #fluff #trauma #trauma bonding #panic attack #ptsd flashbacks #resident evil 4 #residentevil4remake #resident evil #claire redfield #unrequited romance #leon kennedy

[onthr-dream]

NEW MASTERLIST

MONSTER (Ada Wong x fem!reader x Leon S. Kennedy

Vaccine (opla!Sanji x fem!mom!reader) (Part 2 - Sick) (Can be read saperately)

Shaky (opla!Usopp x reader)

Usopp's Scavanger Hunt (opla!Usopp x fem!reader)

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

#🍀•~•stuff #imagines #scenarios #fluff #angst #comfort #masterlist #one piece #resident evil

[lipglossanon]

Got No Human Grace

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Las Plagas!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

it’s finally here 😬

Anon asked: Leon coming back form a mission but he’s still infected knowing its the last of its kind it sort of takes over to breed with the reader

I’m unsure of this one! 😅 I hope it makes sense; I tried something a little different to sort of convey Leon changing. Let me know what you think!! 💜 las plagas!Leon came out more of a soft boi than the intense version I was aiming for 🤔

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, infected Leon, body alterations, biting, marking, scenting, masturbation, dirty talk/thoughts, breeding kink times ten, big dick Leon supremacy, unprotected sex, creampie, monster fucking kink

Kinda looked over so sorry about mistakes lmao

Title from Eyes Without A Face by Bill Idol 😌

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Leon ached from head to toe, muscles he didn’t even know existed making his body scream out in pain and exhaustion. He dropped Ashley off at the rendezvous point days ago and he’s just now getting home. After flying nonstop for hours on end, he just wants to take a shower and collapse into bed. 

Unlocking his door, he pauses at the threshold, head cocked and listening. His chest aches, a prickly sting beginning to irritate him before it sweeps from his chest up to his head making his eyes water. He doesn’t hear or sense anything so he slowly relaxes, entering his house and shutting the door. 

A small sound off to the side has him reacting without even thinking. His knife is embedded in the roach, pinning the insect to the base board, feet away from him, before Leon even realizes he has moved.  He shakes his head as he walks over to the dead bug, pulling his knife out with a frown. 

He’s definitely more on edge than he thought, grimacing at the gross slime on his blade. Tossing it down on the rug as he passes the living room (making a mental note to clean it later), he makes his way to the bathroom for a quick shower. 

Taking one of the fastest showers in recorded history, Leon barely tugs on a pair of clean briefs before he’s collapsing into bed and passing the fuck out for sixteen hours of dead-to-the-world sleep. 

He’s dreaming he thinks. He must be. 

He’s sinking 

                    down..

                              down..

                                         down..

Landing on something soft. 

Silky. 

Warm. 

His chest feels likes it’s blooming open. 

Like an exotic flower. 

a Venus fly trap

Silky warmth like a cocoon envelops his thoughts making them cotton soft. He luxuriates in the softness, rubbing himself against it like a cat in heat. He feels his cock stiffen as the softness keeps pressing in all around him. 

His chest cracks open more, heat blooming outward as he pants in the dark, rutting against the soft feeling encompassing his body. God, it feels so good. So nice. He hasn’t felt this comforted in ages. He wants more. 

He’s sinking down again, a soft suction pulling him further into the warm dark silk, wrapping him tighter in its embrace. 

Down

Down

Down

        ..until..

                         settling on the

b o t t o m

 

His chest feels fully cracked open. Heat and want pooling out like tendrils in the breeze. Long, writhing tentacles reaching for Leon. Touching, caressing, stroking. 

He frowns in the dark, the warm slick feeling of a

cracked open head the insides spilling out the lovely red making him excitedthrobbingneedy

a wet tendril curling around his thoughts along with his body coaxing him back into that silky bliss. The tendrils wrap around his cock drawing his attention back to that wanton feeling, still hard and dripping from earlier. 

A sliver of thought seeps into the warm gooey heat of his brain. He needs to cum. Needs it desperately. What he wouldn’t give to bury himself in some warm body, let them work him over til he’s spilling inside, gifting them with his seed, sharing his bloodline so he’s not the last. 

That draws him up short, brain sludgy as the slick tentacles stroke his dick, teasing across his balls. Bloodline? He thinks dizzily, cock weeping precum as he writhes against the slow hand job he’s getting from the tendrils wrapped around him. 

He whines as the motion picks up, making him fuck into the slick tunnel surrounding his dick. He needs to cum so bad. Fill up some pretty girl. Ohhh like that neighbor next door. Leon’s cock kicks and drools more precum thinking of you. 

You’re so pretty and sweet. You don’t know each other that well but Leon’s eager to change that. He’s rocking his hips even faster, picturing your shy smile the last time you ran into him followed by the thought of how pretty your cunt will be when he fucks you. 

With a low groan, he’s cumming all over the slick tentacles as they stroke his cock. His balls draw up as the tendrils milk him for every drop of cum in his body. As soon as it teeters on too much, they slip away leaving Leon to bask in his pleasurable silence. Something snaps into place in his mind and

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he 

wakes 

up 

His mind feels slow, disoriented, not even sure where he’s at, as he raises up from his tangled sheets. His boxers are soaked, sticking to his half hard cock as he shifts to sit on the edge of his bed. His lip curls in disgust. He must’ve had a pretty damn good dream to make such a mess. 

An image of you zings in his brain making his cock chub up in his briefs. 

“Fuck,” he hisses out, leaning back on his palms as his dick quickly thickens, pressing obscenely against his underwear. 

He slips the band down to press underneath his balls, cock slapping against his stomach and dripping cum everywhere. 

He lays completely flat against his bed, reaching down to run his fingers across the tip before gently tugging the foreskin down to swipe a thumb over his slit. 

He pants as he tugs on his cock, letting himself relax into the sheets and spreading his thighs. He’s so sensitive that it leaves him groaning loudly as he grips himself tightly to hump his hips into his fist.  

Wonder if you’re home, he thinks sluggishly, hand picking up speed. He’d love to see you today, maybe see if you want to get dinner. Maybe even see if you’d like to come back here and let him take you apart over his sheets. 

He moans and pumps himself harder, precum dripping over his knuckles making it sound wet as he beats off. He thinks of you begging for him, begging to breed your cute pussy, please Leon just give it to me I need it please Leon please need you to cream my pussy til it takes knock me up need you—

He’s growling out a moan as he cums all over his fist and twitching abs. It seems never ending as spurt after hot spurt of jizz spills across his fingers to drip down his balls. Once he’s completely spent, he heaves a sigh trying to regulate his heartbeat. 

He slowly sits up, mindful to not make any more of a mess. Slipping his briefs off, he haphazardly wipes what cum he can on them then tosses them in the hamper. He heads to the bathroom to take another quick shower which ends up being a long one as he jerks off again to thoughts of you. 

As he spills his cum down the drain, he groans in frustration at feeling like a teenager all over again. It’s kind of insane how horny he feels and how it seems to be all centered around you. Maybe he just needs to shoot his shot and see if he can get you in his bed. Worry about semantics later. 

Feeling more settled, he finally finishes his shower and gets dressed. He knows you’re off today since it’s the weekend so he’s just going to bide his time until he can bump into you this afternoon. You always go out for a quick stroll around the block, not that he’s memorized it by now, but you seem to be a creature of habit. 

And Leon is right. As soon as he settles on his porch steps, just starting to enjoy the sunny day, he sees you out of the corner of his eye. You’re heading back to your house from the end of the street so you’ll have to pass by him. 

He watches you under his lashes until you slow your pace down right outside his house. 

“Leon! Hi, did you get back last night!”

He looks up and sees you shuffling your feet next to the pathway up to his front porch. His eyes drift from your tennis shoes up to your bare legs (wrapped around his waist, over his shoulders, thighs pressed—) to your shorts and simple t-shirt, up to your neck (so empty and bare) and finally your face. You’re smiling at him but it’s slowly morphing into concern until he smiles at you in return making you smile even brighter. 

He wants to sink his teeth into you and never let go, wants to pin you down and make you cry on his cock, begging for him to breed your needy pussy, he wants—

“Sorry, I’m a little tired today,” he laughs, standing up to walk toward you. 

“Oh no worries, if I’m bothering you I can—“

“No,” his words rush out, “no bother, I was actually hoping to see you.”

He pauses an arms length in front of you, realizing how much smaller you are compared to him. It sparks another wave of want, knowing he could manhandle you how he wants. 

While distracted, your hand moves up to his jaw but holds just shy of touching him, a question hovering around your eyes that makes him smile at you again. 

“You seem tired,” you drop your hand back down, concern making your brows pinch, “your eyes looked..”

He watches as you search his face again but then rub your neck, a sheepish grin ticking your lips up. 

“Nevermind, must’ve been a trick of the light or a shadow or something,” you sigh and roll your neck, “heck maybe I’m just too tired.”

His eyes catalogue everything about you, his chest feeling tight, 

breed her pretty perfect the perfect mate to fill over and over breed her mate her mark her sink teeth deep spill hot red blood-

making him rub a hand over the center until the ache slips away into nothing. 

“Uh, so I was wondering if you were free tonight?” he grins at you, flirty and sweet, “nothing fancy, I was just going to order out and we could watch a movie?”

You duck your head but Leon can see the smile on your face making the  plagasbutterflies in his chest flutter. 

“Sure,” you look back up at him, hands clasped in front of you, “would seven tonight be okay?”

“Perfect,” his smile widens, making his cheeks hurt, “any kinda food you prefer? Any allergies?”

You giggle and touch his arm, “I’m good with whatever and luckily no allergies.“

“Good, that’s good.”

perfect perfect mate good strong genetics breeding  compatible

“I’ll see you tonight then!”

He waves as you walk the half block down to your house and watches as you slip inside your home. Once he can’t see you anymore, he goes back inside and cleans. He needs to look presentable. He grabs his knife from last night and cleans it thoroughly before slipping it into his bedside drawer. Then, he goes over the entire house making sure it’s suitable for a mate date. 

Once that’s finished, he orders pizza. It’s nothing fancy, like promised, just something quick and easy. The doorbell rings just as he finishes changing into something more appealing. He knows you’re on the other side of the door, can sense it; his chest tingles when he pulls open the door and sees you standing there, soft and pretty just for him. 

You smile and hold up a Tupperware box. 

“Thought I’d make cookies,” he takes the box from you, gesturing for you to come inside. 

“Thank you,” he smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners, the warm fluttery feeling in his chest coming back full force. 

“It’s no problem,” you wring your hands, head ducked down shyly, “thank you for inviting me over.”

Leon steps up to gently take your elbow, guiding you into his living room. The pizza sits on the coffee table surrounded by plates and napkins. He has you sit down on the couch, skirt hem rucking up as you shift to get comfortable. 

His eyes catalog everything about you an incessant need to memorize itching inside of him. Setting the cookies down onto the table, he sits next to you, knees nearly touching. 

“I’m glad you came,” his voice is low and quiet. 

A shy smile steals over your face, “I’m glad I did too.”

Your mouth opens then closes before you set your shoulders determinedly and speak, “I’ve been meaning to ask you out for awhile but I’ve just chickened out every time.”

“Really?”

You nod with a grin. Suddenly, a sharp stinging pain lances through his chest. His wince doesn’t go unnoticed and your hand reaches out to rest on his knee. The sting ramps up into a searing burn. 

“Leon, are you okay?”

He tries to nod, but the pain expands out through his chest cavity and rushes up his neck to his head. Standing up quickly, he lurches toward the bathroom. 

“J-just a headache,” he finally gasps out, a pulsing wave of pain filling his mouth so quick that it makes his teeth ache. 

His legs buckle, knees coming down hard onto the floor but he doesn’t even feel it as the molten lava flow of pain races down his arms. 

“Leon?” he hears your fear laced tone as your hand touches his shoulder, “oh my god, Leon—“

He can taste your confusion on his tongue with hints of fear and curiosity as he folds in on himself, trying to push the pain away. A sharp stinging rip stretches across his mouth, a poor facsimile of a jokers grin. Sharp tipped claws replace his hands, black inky skin stretching up from his fingertips to slowly fade back into his regular tan colored skin except for the black veins racing up his arm to disappear under his shirt. 

He senses that you’re now kneeling in front of him, can hear your heart rabbiting in your chest to see him so changed. 

“Leon, should I call someone?”

“No,” he finally gasps, head coming up making you flinch at what you see. 

He knows how scared you are, hates that you’re so afraid of him but it doesn’t stop him from reaching out. You hesitate but take his hand, being mindful to miss the sharp edged claw tips.

“This isn’t what I’d consider first date material,” you try to joke, but tears bead your eye line. 

Warmth blooms in his chest but this time it’s a welcome reprieve compared to the hot overflow of pain that changed him. 

“I’d have to agree, third date for sure,” he tries to smile but his mouth is too wide now, new teeth pressing in making his tongue stumble. 

Your hand squeezes his, heart rate increasing as you really take in his face. 

“Is it bad?” he whispers. 

Your mouth trembles but your eyes are firm, “Not really, kinda looks like Halloween makeup.”

He snorts at that making you laugh softly. 

“How do you feel?”

His brows pinch together.

“It feels like there’s an undercurrent of thought,” he goes to tap his temple but sees the claw out of the corner of his eye so drops his hand back down, “like a second thought process.”

“What’s it thinking?”

Frowning at him, you shuffle closer and his eyes catch the motion of your skirt. Hunger like he’s never had before shoots through his body like an electric current. 

breed her fill her up mark her claim her bite her mate her

He sways toward you, mouth salivating. 

“Leon?”

“I’ll scare you off,” he finally mutters pulling himself together, pressing that other voice away. 

“I think we’re well past that,” you tease, “just tell me.”

His chest flutters, giddiness from letting it sink in that you’re really still here, that you didn’t run. 

perfect mate perfect breeder mark her claim her

“Fuck, okay, I’ll—,” he lets his head slump forward into your neck. 

He feels as you tense under him but slowly relax as he just breathes you in; you tense again when his clawed hands wrap around your waist as he snuffles into your neck harder. 

“Wanna mate you,” he whispers into your skin, being careful to not catch his teeth, “wanna keep you. Breed you again and again. Keep you stuffed with my cock. Perfect, never had someone so lovely before.”

He presses his lips to your pulse, tasting your fear with hints of arousal. 

“Mark your pretty neck, bury myself between your thighs and fuck your pussy,” he rumbles, tongue lapping at your neck, hands tightening around your waist, “need to make you my breeder, mate you permanently.”

He scrapes his newly formed fangs against your skin, “Been so lonely, for so long, never found a mate til now. Gonna keep you all to myself. Never let you go.”

That undercurrent of thought Leon spoke of feels like it’s finally waking up inside of him, parasitically merging with his higher thoughts. The fluttering in his chest that had fallen into the background finally sinks into him, completing its final stage of amalgamation. 

“Mine, all mine,” he promises, both lines of thought syncing together and making his tenor sound strange. 

“Leon,” you whimper, hands shakily reaching up to his hair to tug him away from your neck.

He blinks at you almost sleepily, reminiscent of a feline. Tugging one of your hands from his hair, he presses a kiss to the palm as well as he can with teeth crowding his mouth. 

“My pretty girl,” he coos at you, tugging you closer until you have to straddle his thigh or lose your balance and fall into his chest.

Leon noses along your hairline and chuffs happily, “Perfect, smell so good, want you so bad.”

His nose trails down your jaw, tongue licking your skin, “Can I have you? Please? Need you so much.”

You shiver in his arms and he knows that you’re slowly conceding, can feel your arousal ramping up with his soft touches. 

“My mate is so pretty,” he purrs in your ear, tongue flicking the shell making you gasp quietly, “so pretty and so perfect. Wanna fill you up with my seed, show you how bad I want you.”

“Leon,” you whimper, rocking your hips down on his thigh.

The motion has him trilling in the back of his throat, nosing your jaw to lick across your cheek and lips. 

“Perfect mate to breed,” he rumbles, “keep you pinned on my cock so I can fill that perfect pussy.”

Your hands are tangled in his hair, using it as an anchor so you can rock down on him. He can feel your damp panties and smell how much you like this. 

“Can I?” he’s murmuring in your ear again, “can I fuck your pretty pussy? Please?” he sighs and nuzzles your hair, “need to breed my mate’s perfect little pussy.”

A whispering moan slips past your lips. 

“Yes, Leon.”

◥✥◤

It’s a literal blur from the living room to Leon’s bed. He must’ve picked you up and carried you here, but it seems like between one blink to the next you’re in a new space. 

You don’t really get much of a chance to take in the new setting as Leon crowds into your personal space, blue eyes wide and contemplating. 

“Okay?”

You smile up at this wildly different man, if he’s even still considered one, and stroke his cheek. His eyes droop and he purrs at the motion. 

“I’m okay, Leon. Can I just touch you for now?”

He nods eagerly. You run your fingers from his black clawed hands up the inky black stain, to his toned forearms where it fades back into peach colored skin.  You trace the black veins that travel up his biceps. He stays still, watching you the entire time, eyes never blinking. 

“Can you take your shirt off?” you ask shyly, feeling hot all over at thinking of where this is all headed, clit pulsing with excitement.

Leon quickly takes his shirt off and then without prompting, slips his jeans and boxers off. You bite your lip to stifle the noise that almost escaped. Those inky black veins cover his entire torso before slowly disappearing down his abs to his dick. His thighs are normal but the dark veins picks up near the bend of his knee and you can only assume travel down the length of his legs. 

Your eyes can’t help but focus on his dripping cock. It’s flushed and hard, head peaking through his foreskin, weeping precum down the shaft. He’s so big that it has your walls fluttering already. You’re not sure it’s even going to fit, but you really really want it to. It’s not every day you get fucked by a monster cock.  

“Okay?” 

Leon’s hesitant voice pulls your attention back to his face. Your hands stalled out on his biceps and you squeeze the muscle at the same time as you press your thighs together. 

“Okay,” you smile up at him and he tries to return it, mouth too strange now to truly smile. 

Your pussy throbs seeing those teeth of his. Even his monstrous traits are making you aroused, feeling hot all over from seeing his black claws settle on the bed near your hips—picturing as he grabs onto you with them, scratching you up. 

Shivering, you part your thighs, slick leaking from your cunt. Leon groans and presses his face into your neck. 

“Smell so good,” he mumbles.

“Can you,” you take in a shaky breath, “can you smell how turned on I am?”

“Uh huh,” he whines, tongue swiping across your skin, “taste it too.”

“Oh,” you breathily sigh, hands digging into his shoulders.

You let your eyes fall back to his cock, “Don’t know if you’ll fit, Leon.”

“Can fit,” he pants, humping the air for a split second as the tip drools more precum, “made to fit.”

“Is it?” you tease, running your hands down his arms, “I’ve got a pretty small pussy compared to that.”

He snarls against you neck making your heart race in fearful excitement. 

“Make it fit,” he grunts, dropping his hips down to grind his bare cock against your covered pussy, “pretty mate will take it, breed her deep.”

Whining, you tug Leon close and press a soft kiss against his teeth. 

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” you gasp out and Leon listens, lolling his tongue out past those sharp fangs. 

You slowly lap at it then suck his tongue into your mouth. His eyes narrow in delight and he plunges his tongue deep into your mouth, making you choke.

He pulls away, worry crossing his features, but you tug him back, “Again.”

Moaning, you open your mouth as wide as you can and let Leon fuck his tongue in and out, gagging you when he slips in too far. Your nipples are so hard they hurt and your pussy aches with emptiness. 

You have to push Leon away but he keeps licking your cheek and jaw, the closest thing to a kiss he can give you right now. 

Giggling, you slip off your skirt and panties and when that draws his attention, you take off your blouse and bra dropping it all into the floor. 

Leon’s eyes rake over your body. Feeling a little self conscious, you try to close your legs but Leon shoves his way in between them. 

“So pretty, sweetheart,” he murmurs, tongue lathing across your clavicle, “want to lick you all over.”

Shivering, you relax against the bed, “Okay, Leon.”

“Really?” he groans, tongue dragging across the swell of your breasts, “wanna eat you up.”

Your breath hitches, pussy getting wetter at the thought of Leon biting you with those teeth. 

“You can,” you whisper, eyes watching as he nips at your chest. 

You both moan when he sucks at your nipples, swapping back and forth between each hard bud. He loves to latch onto one, framing it with his teeth as his tongue flicks your nipple over and over and over until you’re squirming; then he gently suckles on it until your hips buck. Moving over to the other nipple, he repeats the process. 

Soon, your nipples are puffy and swollen and Leon still concentrates on them, pinch them gently between his claws until you’re whining. 

“Please, please, please,” you push your hips up until his cock drags along your slit, smearing slick and precum across your pussy lips. 

A shaky exhale, “Want you to breed me, Leon.”

An inhuman sound rumbles in his chest as his sharp claws grab your hips, shoving you down onto the bed with him following after. He drops his weight on you making you moan, legs spread wide around his hips. 

“Mate,” he growls looking down as he starts to press the fat tip of his cock into your dripping hole, “so wet for me, pussy wants it so bad.”

You whine as he stretches your pussy around his cock; he’s so big it’s making your eyes water while your cunt spasms and clenches down. 

“Open up for me,” he licks across your neck, “open up that pretty pussy so I can fill her up.”

“Trying,” you mewl, relaxing your muscles so he slips in another few inches. 

“There we go, such a pretty girl,” he purrs and nuzzles your cheek, “wants me to breed her full.”

Moaning, you raise your hips up shoving more of his cock into your too tight hole. A pained hiss comes from your lips but you tighten your legs around his body. 

“Help me, Leon,” you pant, tears shimmering in your eyes, “you’re gonna have to make it fit.”

He groans and it echoes oddly in his chest.

“Make it fit, make it fit this pussy, mate needs my cock to fit,” he’s mumbling to himself. 

He pulls his hips back making you whine which becomes a choked off moan when he bullies his thick cock all the way into your cunt until he’s bottoming out. You feel split in two, pussy fluttering and twitching around his dick. 

Your eyes slip shut, tears slipping free, “God Leon, it’s too much.”

“Perfect fit,” he nips at your neck making you clench on him, “perfect pussy.”

You’re milking his cock and nothing has even happened yet. 

“I can’t,” you whimper, eyes opening to look down at him mouthing across your breasts, “it’s too much.”

“Mmm,” he suckles at a hard nipple making your pussy throb, “feels so good.”

You lay there under his heavy body as he sucks and lathes his tongue across your puffy nipples until you’re squirming, grinding down into his dick. 

“Feel better?” 

Your eyes are hazy when you finally meet his gaze, “Yeah, s’good. You’re just so deep.”

He raises up and you both can see a small bump in your lower belly.

“Perfect pussy,” he strokes a clawed hand over it making you keen high in your throat, “taking me so good.”

Your hands have been tangled in the sheets this whole time, but now come up to grab onto his shoulders.

“You’re gonna ruin my pussy for anyone else,” you whimper eyes watching him pet bulge in your belly. 

Snarling, he pulls his cock halfway out and bullies it back into your cunt making you squeal. 

“My pussy,” he grunts, teeth gnashing, “my mate.”

“Ohh,” a breathy moan slips past your lips as Leon starts fucking harder and harder into your pussy. 

“Say it,” his clawed hands dig into the skin of your hips, piercing the skin and making him even more frenzied. 

“Y-your m-mate,” you finally spit out, slick leaking from your pussy as his claws dig into your hips, “your mate, Leon.”

“That’s right.”

“Fuck,” you gasp out, Leon folding your knees up to your shoulders, “Leon, I can’t.”

“Y’can,” he grits out, mouth feeling full of too many teeth, too many hungry thoughts, “gotta, for me, please.”

You whine but go slack in his arms allowing him to push you further, letting him sink his cock back into your soaked hole. His body feels like it’s on fire, his chest feels so full of liquid heat that he’s surprised it’s not spilling past his lips. 

“Thank you, thank you,” he chants around the fangs now taking up space in his mouth, “so good.”

“Leon,” you mewl, head hanging off of his bed from his thrusting, “m getting dizzy.”

He grabs your hips and without pulling out of your cunt, yanks your body back along the bed. Your eyes finally meet his and he feels your pussy flutter around his cock as fear strikes your features. The black veins have gotten worse around his temples traveling down to his jaw as a single black mass.

“Leon, are you okay?” your hand hesitates at your side but you lift it up to cup his face making him whine and nuzzle your palm. 

“Hot, can’t think,” he stumbles over his words. 

“You look worse..” your voice trails off as your eyes really take in his appearance, “maybe we should stop.”

He snarls and snaps his hips harder into your squelching cunt, a mewling cry escaping your mouth. 

“No,” he bears his teeth at you, so sharp now, no longer his blunted human teeth but something more savage—feral.

Whining, your cunt milks his cock as he grinds his fat tip against the opening to your womb. 

“Leon,” you gasp out as he starts pinching and rubbing your clit softly with those claws as he grinds deep into your clenching heat, “Leon, you’re—.”

Black veins race across his skin and pulse along with his heartbeat; his eyes seem to get the worst of it, making the sea dark color stand out even more almost like they’re glowing. His hands are gripping your hips so tightly they’re bruising. 

“Breed, gotta cum in you,” he finally grits out, drool slipping from his mouth as he still isn’t used to his teeth, “pretty pretty girl. Gonna mate you, mark you. Mine. All mine.”

“Leon,” you whine, hands reaching out to brush his hair away from his face, watching the veins wiggle and squirm under his skin. 

Your pussy clamps down on his dick to hear his husky voice mutter, “Bite you deep, mate you, breed you, all mine.”

Arousal floods your body at the thought of him sinking those needle sharp teeth into your skin, the stinging bite of having him mark you like that. Subconsciously, you’re arching your neck to him, baring the soft unmarked skin for his perusal. 

He growls, fucking you in long slow thrusts, cock stretching you so open it makes your eyes water. You feel as his hands grip you even tighter, nails pricking your skin and making you bleed. 

He scents the air and pants like a dog down at you, drool dripping all over your chest and neck.

“Smell so pretty,” he licks a trail from your jaw down to your clavicle, “wanna taste, w’nna taste, please.” 

You’re nodding before you can think better of it, “Yes, yes, Leon.”

His sharp teeth pierce the junction where you neck and shoulder meet making your eyes roll back in your head, crying out loudly while your pussy gushes slick as you cum around Leon’s dick. 

He growls and fucks you through your orgasm. 

“Never had something so good before,” he’s lapping at the bloody mark on your neck, “god, never felt anything this good ever. So wet, so good, pussy’s so good. Never give you up, never. Kill anyone who touches you. Mine all mine. My mate, my breeder.”

The pain in your neck slowly radiates into syrupy pleasure; it drips down into your body, nipples tightening in pleasure and clit throbbing with want. 

“Leon,” you slur, “what, what..”

“Poison,” he sounds apologetic but his eyes watch you hungrily, “make you feel good, aphrodisiac,” he stumbles over the word like it’s new to his vocabulary. 

Your cunt aches when Leon pulls completely out and you moan loudly when he bottoms out into you again. 

“Full, gotta keep mate nice and full,” his teeth still has flecks of your blood, making your cunt pulse with want again. 

“Leon,” you mewl pitifully, hands cupping his face, “s’too much.”

He blinks and his eyes seem to clear for a second, “Sorry, sorry sweetheart, you’re doing so good for me.”

“Yeah?” you whine. 

“Yeah, wouldn’t want anyone else but you,” he pants, eyes darkening again, “knew you’d be perfect and you are.”

His voice drops, the low timbre giving you goosebumps, “Perfect mate for me. Never need anyone else.”

Everything goes a little fuzzy on the edges, like you’ve had a little too much to drink; your thoughts are cotton soft and candy sweet. 

Leon is smiling at you now, or it looks like a smile, teeth bared at you but with gentle eyes. 

“Leon,” you giggle up at him, endorphins running rampant in your blood, bubbling like fresh champagne in a glass.

“Pretty,” he licks at the mark on your neck, “keep you, breed you over and over and over.”

You rock your hips up and moan, body on fire craving for him to cum inside you. 

“Leon, want it so bad, cum in me please,” you beg up at him, eyes wet with tears.

He bites you again this time on the shoulder and you scream as another orgasm washes over your body. 

“Mate feels so good,” he drools against your neck, licking at the bite.

Your eyes roll back in your head, hips rocking down to press Leon deeper into your cunt somehow. His pelvis grinds against your pudgy clit making your pussy clench repeatedly around his throbbing dick. 

You’re both panting and moaning, rutting against each other like animals. Leon keeps biting at your unmarked skin which has you gushing slick around his cock. 

“Breed me, Leon, need it,” your tongue is swollen and heavy in your mouth. 

You can’t even think past the haze of needy arousal taking over you body. Leon’s sharp claws move up to your ribs, sinking into your skin to draw more blood making you toss your head back with a moan. 

“Mark me up,” you scratch at his shoulders, a poor imitation of his own dangerous nails, “feels good.”

Leon’s snarling again, hips picking up a rough pace as he fucks his weeping cock into your squelching cunt. 

“Yes, yes, that’s it,” your spine arches as his cock drags against your g spot and knocks against your cervix. 

The lizard part of your brain promises you that’s where he belongs, buried deep in your womb. 

Leon watches you with sharp blue eyes, mouth panting as drool drips down onto your chest. He starts a slow, rolling grind to capitalize on rubbing against that spongy spot as well as press against the opening to your cervix. 

“Perfect,” his voice is deep and gravelly making your clit throb, “breed this pussy good and deep.”

“Yes, Leon, please,” you hump down on him, trying to get him to go faster but he doesn’t budge, “need it so bad, breed me. Want your cum.”

He grunts, eyes lit up with excitement as he just watches you get more and more desperate. You feel like you’re going crazy you’re so turned on. 

“Please,” your voice cracks, “it hurts Leon ‘m so empty.”

He finally relents but moves to put you in a mating press, holding your legs up and open, clawed hands pressing against your thighs so he can fuck down into your soaked cunt. 

“Need it, need it, please Leon,” you hiccup a whine, “my pussy’s ruined for anyone else, need you to keep me full.”

He growls and snaps his teeth at you, hips thrusting even rougher into your hole making you moan happily.  

“Mate you,” he grunts, grinding down into your spasming pussy.

“There,” you gasp, eyes crossing as his cock rubs against your g-spot and grinds against your cervix just right. 

Your body’s tightening, orgasm ratcheting up. 

“Gonna fill you up,” he groans.

“Uh huh,” you slur, “fuck, ‘m gonna cum, Leon, fuck!”

Thighs shaking when his pelvis catches your clit, your body locks up as you scream out your climax. He keeps grinding against your cervix and g-spot prolonging the pleasure overloading your body. Your mind is wiped of any thoughts, only the feeling of Leon inside your pussy. 

“Mine,” his hips buck and stutter, “all mine.”

His mouth opens and he sinks his sharp teeth in your neck again as he pumps your cunt full of hot jizz. Eyes rolling back at the dual sensations, another weak orgasm has your pussy clamping down on his cock. He hisses as you milk him over and over while he spills sticky cum deep into your womb, fat tip pressed right against the opening. 

“Leon,” you whimper, hands slipping into his hair to guide him to face you, “kiss please.”

His tongue plunges into your open mouth making you moan as you taste hints of your own blood. Your pussy walls flutter as his cock kicks and throbs, spurting the last of his cum into your cunt. 

He slowly slips his tongue out of your mouth at the same time he eases his dick out of your pussy with a wet suctioning noise. Whimpering, your legs lay against the bed as he quickly moves down the length of your body. 

He grabs your ass and tilts you up. 

“Gotta keep it all inside,” he murmurs, eyes zeroed in on your puffy cunt. 

Your body still pulses with aftershocks, but you slowly realize in your soupy brain that the black veins are slowly disappearing. Leon’s mouth is also reforming itself until he only has sharp incisors left.  The claws are last to change, but his fingertips still have pointier nails that look like they can still slice you open. 

“Leon,” you murmur to grab his attention. 

Humming, he looks up at you. His eyes drop down to the bite marks all across your neck and shoulders and his pupils dilate. Gently, he lets go of your hips to move back up your body. He kisses you heatedly, tongue dipping into your mouth with a groan. 

“God, I want to do it again,” he drags his lips down to the bites and sucks on them; a mewling cry slipping from your mouth. 

He shifts up and kisses you again, nipping your bottom lip until blood fills your kiss. 

“Taste so good,” he whispers into your mouth before sucking on your lip, “pretty little mate.”

You finally pull away, exhaustion making your eyes droop.

“Leon, I can’t, at least not right now,” you stroke his jaw, admiring his flushed face. 

“Sorry,” he turns and kisses your wrist, placing a small bite on the skin, “you’re just driving me crazy right now. You look and smell so good.”

You giggle, still feeling a little loopy from the mind blowing sex, “Well that’s all your fault, mister.”

He sheepishly grins at you, “Yeah. I really am sorry you know.”

You pull him down to kiss his cheek.

“Don’t be. I’ve been kinda hoping we’d fuck,” you boop his nose with a laugh at his scandalous expression. 

“I just meant—“

“I know,” you cut him off with a smile, “and as insane as that was, definitely the best I’ve ever had.”

You gently touch the first bite with your hand and feel a zing of pleasure all the way down to your pussy. 

“A girl could get addicted to this,” you murmur, running your other hand through his hair. 

He nuzzles into your neck, dropping kisses all over the marks. Sighing, you let him kiss your neck until you feel his teeth scraping the skin. 

“No more of that,” he whines at you, “m tired, Leon. Need to sleep.”

Placing one last kiss on the first bite mark, he drops down beside you and tugs you into his chest. You sigh and snuggle into him. He runs his fingernails down your back making you shiver, body going lax in his hold. 

As you drift off to sleep you hear him whisper into your hair, “All mine.”

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[nackrosor]

~September 29, 1998~

Leon S. Kennedy x fem! Reader [one-shot]

warnings: nsfw, smut, p*rn with plot/p*rn with feelings, angst, panic attack

synopsis: You've been rescued by Leon when you were running from the zombies near the police station and now wander through the hallways in his company. Surviving the night seems a mirage but can the young cop restore your hope?

words count: +8,2k

[this story takes place during the events of Resident Evil 2]

(a/n): Okay so, the idea of this story came up to me all of a sudden during a fever. It's quite long and disgustingly hot, but also tender and just a tiny bit sad. Let me emphasise; DISGUSTINGLY HOT. Like, I've been dying several times while writing it. What a self-inflicted torture, oof. I wrote it with the 2019 version of Leon in mind but you can read it by imagining any other version of him. I just think this version is the most adorable one; he's a cinnamon roll, ugh.

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Raccoon City - September 29, 1998

You collapsed against the wall and slumped on the floor, breathing hard, heart pulsating in your head. Every part of your body ached with fatigue and the open wounds, still dirty and untreated stinged like crazy. You clutched your left arm, hissing through your teeth and repressing a groan as you tried to check just how bad that motherfucker got you. You let him get too fucking close and as a consequence, you almost lost your arm. If it wasn't for the cop's quick thinking, you would have been clutching air right now, or worse, you could be dead, a corpse left in its puddle of blood for the delight of those ugly rotting monsters.

The sound of the door being locked startled you and you raised your head, only to be greeted by the panicked face of a breathless Leon. He instantly knelt down next to you and scanned your face and limbs for injuries, stopping on the ugly wound on your arm. He hissed a curse through his teeth and promptly checked his waist bag for a first aid kit.

"I have to stitch that up before you lose too much blood."

You lightly nodded your head in defeat, knowing much well how that would hurt but he was right; left untreated that wound would drain you dry.

He gently squeezed your other shoulder and smiled knowingly at you.

"I'll try to be quick."

He took the hydrogen peroxide from his bag and cleaned the area, then clutched the needle in his fingers and took a deep breath before making quick work of stitching the skin back together. His skilled fingers were fast and gentle. He peeked at you from time to time, eyebrows furrowing with worry seeing you blacking out and regaining conscience only to pass out again for the excruciating pain.

"Hold on, Y/N. Don't die on me", he whispered, cupping your cheek. You could see the concern in his eyes, the hurt even. You wanted to reply, thanking him for everything he did for you that evening; from letting you enter the police station to saving you numerous times both from the zombies and that awfully huge man that was after you. Your lips however barely twitched and you felt your eyelids drop and blackness engulf you.

When you eventually regained conscience, blinking a few times before you could recognize your surroundings, you gladly noticed how the pain in your arm had subsided and now felt almost bearable. You also noticed an unfamiliar coat wrapped around you and a feeble smile curved up your lips at the thought of Leon finding that coat for you after he tended to your wound. You tried to move but instantly let out a groan; your entire body still ached for the messed up day you had endured.

"Jesus Christ", you hissed, pulling on a lever coming out off the wall on your side, putting all your strength in your barely sane arm, unwillingly to give up just yet.

At the sound of your voice, Leon popped out from the corner of the wall at your right and he immediately dropped down on one knee beside you, wrapping the fallen coat back around your torso.

"Don't move yet, Y/N! You have to rest." He said in a calm but stern tone. His gaze lingered on your face and his lips curved up in a small smile. "I'm glad you're back. You had me worried for a couple of hours."

"A couple of hours?! I've been out for that long?!" you gaped at him in shock. He moved a finger on his lips, beckoning you to lower down your voice but kept smiling as he nodded.

"Well," you whispered, moving your right hand on the side of your lower back to soothe the sore muscle, "no wonder my ass aches more than my arm, right now."

Your statement brought out a chuckle from him and he shook his head, recovering the once again fallen coat but refraining from laying it back over your frame.

"I guess you could get back on your feet with my help." he said, then nodded his head toward the other side of the room, "and make use of that soft looking armchair."

You followed the direction of his nod and gaped at the armchair then back at him, your eyes questioning. You didn't notice it before, when you entered the room. Well, it was quite hard to notice anything in your condition, still panicking for that man you were running from. Sitting on that chair instead of the floor, however, would have been way better.

He chuckled again. "I brought it here from the office at the end of the hall when you were asleep. I didn't want to risk waking you up so I just put it there for later use."

You couldn't refrain from blushing a bit and lowered your head to cover your face from his gaze. He was being so considerate of you. Of a stranger, nonetheless.

"You didn't have to... you could have risked your life." you looked back at him, your smile faltering at the thought of him being hurt or worse, dying because of you.

His confident gaze pierced yours, a lovely smile still clinging onto his lips. "I thought you would be happy to sit on something comfortable, for once." His eyes dwelled on your face for a moment longer before he stood up. "I was searching for other materials, anyway. I came through the office and that armchair just screamed, help me! Take me back with you! I couldn't just leave it there, could I?"

You shook your head as your smile widened. "Of course not. That would have been rude and waaaay out of character for you."

Leon playfully winked at you and extended both his hands toward you. "So, do you want to give your poor ass a break?"

"Hell yes!" you chuckled wholeheartedly, taking his hands and letting him carefully pull you up.

Finally back on your feet you wobbled a little, apparently oblivious of how to properly stabilize your weight, but Leon was there to sustain you, hands grabbing firmly but gently your forearms and you leaned on him for help, not without feeling your cheeks burning for the closeness of your bodies.

"Thank you" you whispered, as he carefully helped you take a few steps toward the chair and stretch your sore limbs.

"Your legs have a lot of scratches and bruises, that's another reason why you're having a hard time walking properly." He said, hands still sustaining your body, "I took care of them as well."

"Geez, I'm in that bad of a state?"

Leon squeezed your sane arm, giving you a reassuring smile, "I bet you'll be good in no time."

You sighed and nodded, taking a few other steps with his support, slowly regaining your balance, until, a couple of minutes later, you could walk somewhat normally on your own.

"Okay so, now what?" you asked, looking up at Leon as you leaned on the side of the armchair, absentmindedly rubbing the dirty but soft velvety skin of the dark brown leather.

"Now you stay here and rest a bit longer, while I go check what's the status out there."

You stiffened, worry filling your every nerve. The thought of Leon going back out there, alone, made you shiver.

"I'm coming with you!"

Leon gave you an admonishing look, sighing at the sight of you walking up to him, body covered with more gauze than clothes. "That's not an option, Y/N."

"I won't let you go out there alone. Not again. Not now that I'm back on my feet." You stared at him with incredible resolution in your eyes and he sighed again, double checking your frame for the last time. You weren't fully recovered yet, but you could walk and probably run too. You already looked way better than before.

"Alright, alright. But stay close to me! And if I see you having a hard time keeping up, we're coming back here." His voice was stern but you knew he was just being considerate of your situation. He didn't want you to get hurt again, but you didn't want him to get hurt either.

"Got it." you nodded once, straightening your back.

Leon disappeared behind the wall for a couple of minutes, rummaging through the contents of a container then approached you again, a small gun in his hand. "Take it. You can't walk these halls without protection any longer."

You took it in your hands, feeling its weight and texture under your fingertips. You never ever owned a weapon, you had no idea what type of gun that was or how to use it, but you clutched it tightly in your hand and instantly felt like you could do anything. You didn't want to disappoint Leon.

Leon watched you attentively, probably presuming -correctly- that it was your first time carrying a weapon and refrained from adding anything else.

"I hope you'll never have to use it." He whispered after a moment, as talking to himself, then turned around and approached the door. He threw one last look at you over his shoulder.

"You ready?"

You firmly nodded.

Leon opened the door, pushing it lightly to take a cautious look outside. You peeked behind his shoulders, the halls looked empty.

"Let's go."

He stepped out the room and moved aside, waiting for you to pass before he closed the door just as cautiously.

You moved through a bunch of corridors surprisingly without bumping into any of those monsters. You started to relax, the tension you were carrying on your shoulders subsided and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Did you kill everybody while I was out?" you ironically asked in a whisper, lowering your weapon.

Leon briefly glimpsed at you, "don't let your guard down, yet."

You raised your gun again, keeping it at eye level but you didn't feel in danger, as strange as it might sound. For the first time since you came into the station, you could walk through the halls and rooms without feeling the breath of that man on your neck. For the first time you could actually look around and appreciate the paintings, the statues and all that remained from the old museum. Also, taking a quiet walk in Leon's company was a nice change from running panicked together from whatever would be chasing you.

You followed Leon inside the library only after he checked the room was secure. You smiled as you twirled around, moving from shelf to shelf, fingertips caressing the spine of any book that stood out to you.

"This place is amazing!" you exclaimed excitedly, casting a grateful look to Leon, who was still lingering next to the door, watching you move around with a little smile on his face. "Don't you love books? I do! And oh, I wish I could read each one of these."

Leon stepped forward toward a bookshelf and took a look at some of the book titles. "I'm sure these would turn out as a very boring read for you. There's not a single novel on these shelves."

"Well, I could go with boring right about now." You kept on moving from one shelf to another, disappearing from Leon's sight for a moment, before popping back out from the nearest bookshelf beside him. "Wouldn't you?"

Leon nodded gravely, a sad smile curving down his lips. You matched his expression and shared a moment in complete silence.

"We shouldn't stay here any longer." He said, clearing his voice and breaking eye contact, moving toward the door at the other side of the room. You sighed and followed him, casting one last longing look around you.

A loud crash stopped you in your tracks. It sounded like breaking glass and it came from the hallway, on the other side of the door in front of you. Another crash followed and the weird groans of those monsters soon filled your ears. You clutched tightly the gun in your trembling hands and hurriedly looked all around you, waiting for a horde of zombies to come inside at any moment. Leon stepped back, eyes dead set on the door.

"Turn around. We go out from where we came." He whispered in a hurried tone.

You instantly turned around and ran for the other door but once again, a loud noise brought you to a sudden stop. You immediately recognized the heavy footsteps echoing through the hallway and backed off in fear. You could feel a panic attack about to come and paralyze you on the spot, making you a very easy prey for the man who was about to come through that door, but a tug on your arm forced you to turn around. Leon's baby blue eyes locked with yours. You could see his mouth moving but no sound made it to your ears. His worried face and the sound of footsteps getting louder was all you could focus on at that moment. You felt something clasping your hand and tugging you forward. Your feet moved on their own and soon you found yourself running through a side door, out of the library and through a dark damp hallway.

Your head turned around involuntarily and you saw him. That monstrous man. He was walking after you, easily gaining on you with his long stride. Your eyes widened, your heart lost a heartbeat or two and you felt your legs wobbling and about to give up. You knew that was the end. You wouldn't survive another time. You couldn't avoid your fate this time. Your vision blurred as tears started filling your eyes. You just wanted this to end! You just wanted this fucking nightmare to end!

A strong arm enveloped your waist, you felt being pulled into something. Did the man just take you? Was he about to crash your body with his bare hands and throw your limp corpse away? Tears started falling from your eyes, sliding down your cheeks. You couldn't see anything, you couldn't hear anything.

A hand covered your mouth and another one cupped your cheek in a gentle, loving manner. Your body stiffened and you held your breath for a moment. As you squeezed and blinked your eyes to clear your vision, you gradually made out the silhouette of a familiar face. Big blue eyes locked with yours and a muted scream fled your mouth. Leon hushed you, his hand pressing harder on your lips. He cautiously looked around for a moment before lowering his gaze on your face once again.

"Breathe, Y/N. Breathe."

You did what you've been told to and gradually regained control over your body. Your injured arm hurt like hell and your back was sore once again. You noticed how you were pinned against a wall. In front of you and on the right, fallen shelves and other unrecognisable materials covered your spot. You were hiding. Hiding from the man. He didn't take you. He didn't even reach you. Leon found a well covered spot to hide. Leon saved you once again.

Your eyes moved back on your saviour's face. He was checking the hallway for any sight of the man or the zombies. You could admire his profile, his jawline, his nose. He was gorgeous. He really was. A strange warm feeling engulfed you from the inside, replacing the anxious and panicked sensation of a moment before. His eyes locked with yours again. You couldn't refrain yourself from smiling. What a change of course.

His eyebrows furrowed out of surprise and his hand slowly pulled away from your mouth.

"Y/N?" he called your name in a whisper, his eyes questioning, piercing into yours.

The warm feeling grew as you realised how close he was. His body was trapping yours against the wall. You were literally attached to one another. His face was only a few inches from yours, you could feel his cool breath on your flushed skin.

A barely audible moan escaped your lips, Leon's gaze fell on your parted lips. You could swear you saw his cheeks reddening but the hallway was very dark and only a flickering natural light reached Leon's face.

The air around you changed. Tension was buzzing between the two of you. What was happening? Did his face come closer? Or was it only your imagination?

His hand was still cupping your cheek, thumb delicately rubbing below your eye, wiping the last tears left hanging from your eyelashes. His other hand moved on the wall, just barely over your head. His body shifted, his weight pressing harder on you. Your head was starting to spin. His piercing blue eyes suddenly making your knees buckle. Or was it the tension from a few moments before finally getting to you? The rollercoaster of emotions drying your body of the only ounce of energy left?

Leon's face fell as he felt your body tremble under his. His hands promptly moved on your waist, sustaining you before you could collapse. "Y/N, please don't leave me. Stay awake."

"I'm- I'm okay. I think I just need to lay down a bit."

Leon nodded, squeezing your sides affectionately. His eyes quickly scanned your surroundings, making sure there was no monster in your proximity. The hallway looked clear, no sound coming from either side of the way.

"We can go now. The coast is clear. Can you walk?" he asked, his warm voice a soothing balm for your ears.

"Yeah, I can walk."

His hand held yours in a firm grip for the whole walk back to the room you left just half an hour before.

As soon as you arrived and the door was safely locked, you crashed down on the armchair, sighing satisfactorily at the soft embrace of the leather around your body. Leon double checked the lock on the door before turning toward you, taking a few steps in your direction.

"How are you feeling?"

"Way better", you whispered, eyes fluttering close for a moment as you took a deep breath.

"I'm glad to hear that."

Looking back at him you realised how tired he looked. His body must have been aching too because the way he was standing didn't look comfortable nor natural. Your brows furrowed and you swiftly moved on one side of the armchair, making just enough space beside you.

"Hey, come here. There's enough space for us both."

His gaze moved from your face to your hand patting the seat at your side. He hesitated for a moment, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, but then sighed, a smile tugging at his lips. He sat down next to you. Your bodies touched once again and you suddenly felt very conscious about it. You remembered the way your body was trapped under his and felt heat raising in your cheeks once again. You turned your head to the other side to mask your embarrassment.

"Are you alright?" he suddenly asked, concern audible in his voice.

"Yeah, uhm..." you tried to stabilize your breathing, eyes moving away from his face to linger on your hands clasped in your lap. "Leon, listen... I'm very sorry for what happened." His brows furrowed, eyes scanning your face.

"I'm sorry for how I reacted." you said, hanging your head in defeat. "I just panicked and shut down. I couldn't help you in any way. I also lost the gun!", you clenched your fists, anger inflaming you, "I've been a burden the whole time. And I was the one who asked to come with you! You were right! I shouldn't have left this freaking room. I put you in danger! I-"

His hand moved to cover yours as he shifted in his seat to face you. His other hand cupped your chin, raising it to be able to look at you in the eyes.

"Y/N, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself." His piercing eyes made your stomach flop.

"No, it's the truth. I'm weak and a coward and-"

He stopped you again, taking your hands in his and squeezed them. He shook his head.

"You are not weak and most certainly you are no coward. Why would you say that, Y/N? You weren't prepared for this, no one was. Not even myself. We're just reacting the best way we can. It's okay to cry, if you need to. It's natural to panic as self defence. It's understandable if you feel like this is too much for you. This is too much for me as well, you know? I'm trying to hang on. I'm doing my best to keep my cool and do what I've been trained to do. As long as there's one person standing, I have to make sure they don't get hurt. You are that person right now and I won't let anything happen to you, alright? You'll never feel like a burden to me, you understand?"

His words, the way he talked to you, the way he looked at you; it was all too much. Your arms found the back of his neck in an instant, your body crushing into his. He let out a surprised gasp then chuckled as he entwined his arms around your back.

"Thank you Leon. Thank you so much." your voice broke due to the emotion. Tears pickled your eyes, but you repressed them, unwilling to start crying once again.

He squeezed you harder, rubbing his hands on your back, "there's nothing to thank me for."

"There's plenty to thank you for, just accept it."

He loudly sighed, making you smile. You stayed like that, silently enjoying each other's warmth. None of you willing to let go just yet. His hand raised to the nape of your neck, fingers lazily running through the roots of your hair, massaging your scalp. You melted in the embrace at his soothing touch, abandoning your body against his. You could feel his chest raising against yours, his breathing a bit altered but not as ragged as it was before. You matched it with yours. You were feeling safe in his arms, protected. His warmth, the movement of his fingers against your scalp, his breathing; everything soothed you in any possible way. You felt yourself drifting off, eyelids slowly flushing close.

The encounter with that man took a number on you, nay, the whole day took a number on you. You had to rest.

The close sound of heavy footsteps woke you up with a start. You found yourself laying on the sofa, head rested on one armrest, legs dangling from the other. You sat up, hands rubbing your crusted eyes. The room was almost in total darkness, only a feeble light came from the bolted window. It was nighttime, the streetlight was on. The noise that woke you now sounded more distant. It was him, none but him. Did he finally find your hiding place? Did he... Leon's face suddenly came to your mind. You casted a hurried look around.

"Leon?", you cautiously called in a shaky whisper, "Leon, are you here?"

A light ruffle came from the other side of the room and soon after, Leon's figure appeared from behind the wall. You breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing happened to him.

"Y/N, you're awake." he whispered, approaching you. When he was close enough, you could make out that adorable smile of his, curving up his lips. Your heart fluttered in your chest.

"Did you- uh, did you sleep well?" he sounded bashful, his hand moving to scratch the back of his neck.

"I did, yeah." you smiled sheepishly, "I fell asleep on you, didn't I?"

He meekly chuckled, shrugging slightly. "Don't worry about that. We were both extremely tired. I dozed off too." he said, his smile faltering, "I woke to the sound of his footsteps not so long ago. I was just making some erbs, in case we'd need them..."

You nodded, sighing, "I woke up in a startle as well."

You exchanged a worried look.

"Does he- does he know we're here?"

"No, I believe not. Not yet, at least. He would have smashed through the door long ago if he did."

"Yeah, you're right. Not yet." You took a deep breath, your head hanging down, "so this is it."

Leon crouched down in front of you, his hand moving to rest on your knee. "What do you mean?"

"This is how we die."

Leon promptly shook his head, squeezing your knee. "That's not true. You're not gonna die. I won't let that happen. We'll get out."

"Leon, please." you looked up at him, a cold resignation setting in your eyes, "I know you're trying to be optimistic for both of our sakes but it's not working anymore. I can see you're worried just as much as I am."

He casted down his sad look for a moment.

"He's just out there. We can't get out. And even if he doesn't come here any minute from now, he will always be out there somewhere, forcing us inside this damned station. There's nothing we can do. We're trapped. Getting out is something we can only dream about."

Leon looked at you in silence. You were worried you had somehow broken him. He always told you you could do it, that you could get out. Since he took you in, he always reassured you at any given moment. Did your words crush his last flicker of hope? You didn't want him to think you didn't believe in his abilities. You'd known him for only a short period of time but you could see how capable he was, despite his young age. He could actually get you out if only, if only things didn't look so freaking hard.

"Leon, I'm sorry. I-"

He slumped down on the floor, elbows coming to rest on his bent knees, head hung down. "Nah, you're right. There's no way out of here. At least, none I can see. I was just, you know, hoping that getting out would mean this nightmare would eventually come to an end. Like poof, suddenly we're back in the normal world, everything is like it was before, like nothing ever happened."

He looked at you for a moment, hurt in his eyes. You sadly smiled at him as you nodded.

"I understand."

"This should have been my first day of work, you know? My first day as a police officer here in this city. This should have been a happy day."

You could hear how devastated he was. A lump was forming in your throat. "I saw the welcome drapings", you paused, his beautiful features distorted by sadness made your heart ache, "I presumed you were new to this place when you lost your way a couple of times after you took me in."

Your comment made him chuckle and you smiled triumphantly.

"I was distracted."

"Yeah, sure."

He shook his head, a smile still tugging at his lips. His gaze met yours once again.

"How was your life before, you know, this happened?"

The genuine tone of his voice startled you and you giggled to mask your embarrassment. "What now, you want to get to know me right before we die?"

He searched your face, his blue eyes beaming at you.

"I'd like to know who I'm spending my final moments with."

You blushed again, diverting your eyes from his. "I don't know what to tell you..."

"Well, for starters... what's the thing you most regret not doing?"

Your eyes widened as you scoffed.

"That's your question?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, watching you. "We're in a life or death situation here. There's no point asking for your favourite color, movie or hobby."

"Well, I mean... You're right, but..."

"Just tell me the first thing that comes to your mind."

Your gaze fell on your hands clasped in your lap. You sighed deeply. "I think I uhm- I regret not giving myself a chance of falling in love."

Your answer startled him for a moment, his head tilting lightly on one side. "Damn. That's deep."

"Well, what did you expect?"

He scanned your face, silently watching you for a moment.

"You've never been in love?"

"Nope."

"So, you've only had superficial relationships..."

"What? No. I never had a relationship."

A soft gasp escaped his lips and you moved your gaze back on his stunned face.

"Why do you look so surprised? I'm y/a years old and never had a relationship, I'm certainly not the first nor the last."

"I know, I know. It's just...", he kept searching your face, eyes quizzically moving on your every feature, "It's hard to believe someone like you never..." He trailed off as he stared at you. You could almost see his brain cells working. He was definitely doing 1+1.

"So you've also never..."

"Yeah. Never been touched by anyone other than myself, if that's what you're asking. Never even kissed somebody or held hands", you paused as you remembered how his warm hand had clenched around yours multiple times during the day, "well, uhm romantically I mean."

His expression grew even more astonished.

"Oh come on, don't look at me like that!" you groaned, covering your face with both your hands. This conversation was starting to be too awkward and embarrassing for you. What were you two doing? With that man out there, your lives in peril. These arguments felt so frivolous.

You heard him shifting in his position and a hand grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from your face.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." He sounded genuinely sorry and you smiled at him in reassurance. "It's just that...", he trailed off again, his piercing eyes boring into yours.

You noticed he was on his knee, his hand still grabbing your wrist in a gentle grip. His free hand moved on your forehead to brush a lock of your hair out of your face. His fingertips lingered over your skin, gently tickling it as they grazed down along your forehead and your cheek, stopping on your mouth where they followed the contour of your lips. His gaze wandered toward them and you gulped as that warm feeling started to grow in your lower belly once again. His hand cupped the side of your face, thumb rubbing circles on your cheekbone. Your eyes locked again. His baby blue pearls searched yours, questioning, demanding.

You didn't move an inch, you were under a spell, into a trance. You even barely breathed as you feared breaking that sacred moment.

"Y/N", he called in a whisper. You softly hummed in response.

"May I?"

Your heart lost a heartbeat, you could feel it pulse in your throat. You couldn't talk, you couldn't nod. You just fluttered your eyes shut in anticipation. The suspense felt endless, your chest threatening to burst.

At last, lips pressed together in a soft gentle kiss. You shivered at the touch and melted in a puddle.

The sound of heavy footsteps filled your ears once again and your body started to tremble, but your lips remained anchored to his. Leon's hands found your waist and grabbed your sides protectively.

"Leon..." you breathed over his lips, looking languidly down at him.

He cursed under his breath, his lips crashing onto yours one more time, this time harder and deeper. You tried to hold a moan but failed to. He gently pushed you back in your seat, pressing you against the backrest as he stood up and bent one knee on the seat, the other foot planted firmly on the ground. His right arm rested on the board of the chair, inches over your head, while his left hand moved down to cup your face. You sank in the leather, out of breath, looking up at him as he towered over you. His head moved down to meet your lips in a passionate kiss.

The footsteps sounded a bit louder, echoing through the walls of the nearby hallway and making you flinch. You yanked Leon's vest as a reflex, clutching the hard material in your fist. His hand lowered on your body as it came to rest on your hip but in the process brushed your breast with the tip of his fingers. He noticed how turned on you were and his actions came to a sudden halt.

Leon pulled back a little, eyes darting to your chest before piercing yours as he firmly grabbed your jaw in his hand.

"Y/N, I need you to tell me if you want to keep going."

You gulped at the intensity of his gaze and tone, as well as the voracity of emotions igniting every fiber inside you. Your body ached to get a release, you couldn't control it anymore. These could be the final minutes of your life and you wanted to live them to the fullest.

As you kept your gaze locked on his face, you grabbed his hand and brought it to your chest, biting your lower lip at the sensation of his warm palm against your sensitive hardened nipple, only a couple of light layers of fabric separating the two. You saw his adam's apple bobbing hard in his throat as you guided his hand to move in circles on your breast. He kept on massaging you on his own when you pulled away and raised your hand toward his face, fingers running through his silky hair. He moaned softly, eyes fluttering close for a moment before he bent down again, his lips brushing the angle of your mouth as he started to leave a trail of wet kisses down your jaw, lingering on your neck. You covered your mouth to suppress a cry. The feeling of his soft wet lips on your burning skin was intoxicating. You wanted more. You wanted to see him, touch him, feel him.

You tugged at his vest, earning his attention. With one look at your pleading eyes, he instantly took the hint and started taking off the bulletproof vest as quietly as he could. When the first layer was out of the way, you helped him with his shirt, pausing to contemplate his bare chest. Your hands were on him in an instant, brushing his skin, tracing the outline of his abs, grazing all his bruises and scratches. Your eyes were full of him.

"Y/N?" he called you in a whisper, taking your hands in his.

You looked up at him, meeting his smiling loving face.

"Uhm?"

"You were staring." He was grinning, clearly making fun of you. You covered your mouth to suppress a laugh, pushing him a little.

"I would like to stare at you too, you know?"

You shook your head, rolling your eyes while keeping a wide smile on your face. You convened his wish was only fair so you decided to fulfill it.

Keeping your eyes on his face, you took the hem of your t-shirt in your hands and rolled it over your head before throwing it on the floor.

"Beautiful." you heard him mutter under his breath, and you noticed how his gaze wandered adoringly over your body.

"You can touch", you mocked him.

He smirked at you before he bent down to kiss your new revealed skin, his touch making you shiver again. His fingertips grazed your nipples from above the fabric of your bra and tugged at the hems of both cups.

You sighed in relief when he freed your breasts from their constraints, and gasped in surprise when he suddenly took one nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking it while playing with the other one with his fingers. You massaged his scalp as he made his way to your lower stomach by revering the skin with kisses. When the hem of your pants put a stop to his descent, he threw one languid glance at you before working with the buttons and pulling down the fabric. He moved on to remove your shoes as you helped him by kicking the pants off your ankles and out of the way. His hands grazed your thighs with adoration as he ate you with his eyes.

"I swear, if you keep looking at me like that..." you shakily muttered, catching his attention. He moved back toward your face, gifting you his adorable smile before lowering on your lips and kissing you with devotion.

"What would you do?"

"Most likely die."

He chuckled, locking eyes with yours.

"But before that, I'd definitely come undone before you even have the chance to touch me."

He sucked in his breath at your words and pulled back to cast a glance at your panties. You spread your legs just enough to show him how dripping wet the material was already. He gulped and let out a shaky breath.

You heard footsteps again, now coming from the upper floor just above you but you didn't care anymore. Your whole body was strung tight as a violin and it was not because of fear.

Eyes set on Leon's flustered face, you snaked your hands between your breasts, drawing a straight line toward your lower stomach and stopping just above the hem of your undies. One hand slipped under the material and you moaned out of pleasure as your fingertips brushed against your wet folds.

Leon's eyes widened and he cursed under his breath. You felt his bulge hardening against your knee and you moved your leg up and down to give him some friction. He groaned, eyes squeezing close, head bending backward and you revered at the sight of his upper body muscles tensing due to your teasing.

After a moment, he looked back at you with heavy lidded eyes making your heart flutter in your chest. He bent down toward you again, lips coming close to your ear as he whispered, "You're gonna be the death of me, not that fucker out there."

As if in answer, the heavy sound from above became louder, the ceiling shaking under the weight of it. You grabbed Leon's face with your free hand and pulled him into a kiss to shut him up.

Without removing his lips from yours, Leon snaked his hand on your body, following the straight line of your arm as he brushed your skin until his fingers were above yours, inside your undies. He whimpered in your mouth as he witnessed firsthand just how slick you were down there and his fingers began to move over yours, doubling the friction on your clitoris. This time you whined in his mouth and you pulled your hand away to relish only his touch.

He better positioned his fingers between you and brushed them over your folds, up and down a few times before slipping one inside you. You were incredibly turned on and it took him only a moment to stretch you enough to insert another finger and soon after a third one.

You came around his fingers not long after, the climax hitting you hard and making you see stars, your whole body spasmed for a few moments and his mouth, still seared on yours, captured your every cry.

As he pulled back to see the outcome of his work, you looked up at him from under your eyelashes, panting hard, still recollecting yourself from the strongest orgasm you've ever experienced.

"I've been the first to do that, uh?"

His teasing grin made you snort, fingers raising up toward his face to brush the sweat plastered hair out of his forehead.

"No one ever touched me but you, Leon." you retorted in a low whisper, teasing back at him.

He sighed deeply, biting his lower lip, eyes never leaving yours.

Taking advantage of his temporary daze, you moved your hands on the inseam of his trousers, tearing a grunt from him as you fondled his bulge from over the fabric before you made quick work of unfastening his buttons and sliding down the zip. He moaned in relief as you rolled down his underwear just enough to let his dick spring free from his painful constraints. However, before you could take him between your hands or approach your mouth to its head, Leon stopped you. You quizzically looked up at him, meeting his pleading eyes.

"I cannot let you do that."

You frowned up at him, hurt written all over your face.

His hand moved down to gently cup your cheek and he shakily whispered in a flustered tone, "Y/N, if you touch me I'm done."

The angles of your mouth instantly curved up and you bit down on your lip to suppress a chuckle. He was just as turned on as you were, only moments away from a release.

As you reveled in the thought of him being too worked up for you to even touch him, Leon pushed you back down, guiding you to lay on the armchair, head on the armrest as he hastily freed you both from the remaining clothes standing between you two. He positioned himself over you, one of your legs on his shoulder, the other around his hip, you looked up at him, mouth agape, shivering in anticipation.

He bent down on you, leaving a sloppy kiss on your lips before he whispered in your ear, "Are you nervous?"

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. "Just a little bit. But I trust you."

Leon pulled back a few inches, just enough to lock eyes with you and bless you with his smile. He didn't pull back or divert his eyes from yours as he took his dick in his hand and moved it over your folds, rubbing the tip up and down as he coated it with your wetness before he pushed it inside you, slow and steady. His mouth was on yours before you could cry out loud, his own grunt soaked up by the kiss as well. He slid in and out at a slow pace for a few times, until he felt your tight walls adjusting around his length and your body relaxing under him. He then fastened his pace, his every thrust pleasurably hitting the right spot. His mouth wandered over your breasts, tongue worshipping your nipples. The only thing you could do was thread your fingers through his hair and keep your mouth shut to suppress any sound.

His thrusts soon became erratic, his body tiredly pressing on yours. You could feel he was close, just as you were. Both of you tried to keep your moans down, muting them either with kisses or biting your lips. The only noise that echoed between the walls of the room was the wet, sloppy sound your bodies made where they met each other.

Leon hid his face in the crook of your neck, planting his hot lips on your burning skin. His hand snaked between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and starting rubbing circles, totally driving you crazy. You had to rely on any ounce of willpower you had left in you to refrain from screaming out loud. You were close, so close to reach the peak again...

The more than familiar sound of footsteps caught your attention all of a sudden and you realised with horror that it now came from the hallway just outside the door. Your terrified gaze met Leon's panicked face. His eyes darted from you to the door and back at you. You saw him firmly setting his jaw, his hard gaze locking with yours. His free hand moved to tightly cover your mouth and he resumed his pace, slowing down to make as little noise as possible, his fingers finding your most sensible button once again. Your eyes widened, every fiber in your body screamed for the thrill of the terrifying and arousing situation you were in.

The fast approaching footsteps, Leon's fingers teasing you, his hand sealing your mouth, his agonisingly slow but deep thrusts; it all felt too much and you came, eyes squeezing shut as a wild orgasm exploded in your belly, jolts of pleasure igniting every inch of your spasming body.

A soft but long whimper instantly brought you back on earth and you saw Leon struggling to keep his mouth shut as he thrust inside you one last time before pulling out. It was your time to cover his mouth with your hand as he came on you; eyes fluttering close, brow knitting, limbs shaking and giving out. He collapsed on you, his head coming to rest on your chest and you clutched his body close to yours, as tight as you could. Your arm around his shoulders, your hands on both your mouths to suppress even the slightest noise, you focused on the sound coming from behind the door. The man was walking through the hallway, passing right in front of your room.

You felt your heart in your throat, body turning into a block of ice when you heard him coming to a halt. You stopped breathing altogether, clinging onto Leon's exhausted body. It was the longest most terrifying wait of your life. When you thought you couldn't last any longer, your lungs burning from lack of air, you heard the sound of footsteps picking up again. You didn't move nor breathe until the noise grew distant enough.

At last, you uncovered your mouth and breathed a big long sigh of relief at which Leon's head raised up from your chest. Your eyes immediately locked and you felt him smile against your palm. You reduced the pressure on his mouth and he grabbed your wrist, keeping your hand at the level of his lips as he planted a soft kiss on your palm.

"What has just happened?" you whispered, your panting making it hard to talk. It wasn't really a question, more of a realization as you thought back at the last several minutes.

Your eyes followed him as he pulled away from you and stood up. He picked up his shirt from the ground and took the fabric of one of its sleeves between his teeth to rip it off. He then moved back toward you and gently rubbed the piece of cloth on your stomach to remove, what you realised only in that moment was his cum. He had some on his own chest and removed it too before putting the cloth away.

"You didn't have to ruin your shirt."

He retrieved your clothes off the floor and passed them to you, then picked up his own and started getting dressed.

"You could have used something else, like... I don't know... a gauze, for example." you babbled, pointing the half clean gauze laying on the ground, as you put back on your underwear.

"No, we're gonna need them all."

You looked up at him.

Already almost fully dressed, he was fastening the vest over his shirt. He turned toward you as he put the waist bag back around his hips. He lovingly smiled at your confused face and stepped toward you, crouching down and cupping both your cheeks in his hands.

"We're gonna need them because we're gonna go back out there and get the fuck out of here, once and for all." His tone was calm but his eyes beamed at you with a drive you couldn't truly understand. You could sense he truly meant what he said. He sounded resolute. He was looking at you as he could take over the entire world if he wanted.

"So... we're back at square one." you quizzically eyed him, searching his face.

"Oh no", he firmly shook his head, his smile growing on his face, "I was lost before but I'm very determined now."

You tilted your head on one side, brows furrowed, still trying to understand his sudden change of heart.

Leon chuckled, looking at you fondly.

"Y/N, I don't want this to end here." he said, emphasising each word, finger pointing between the two of you, "I don't want you to die and I don't want to die, either. I want us to live. And maybe..."

He moved closer, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, "maybe, have a date after all of this ends?"

You looked at him in disbelief, mouth hanging open.

"Would you like that?" His beaming eyes bored into yours, expectantly waiting for your answer.

"I- I mean...", you stuttered as you searched for words. The events of the night came back in a flash to your mind. You relived all that happened in such a short period of time; from running through the streets alone and getting into the station with the help of Leon, to almost getting killed by the huge man, and then having that awkward conversation with Leon, with all it led to. You realised you weren't determined as him and never would be. You sure as hell weren't confident in your abilities, if you had any. You still doubted you could survive the night. But, you believed in him. You trusted him with your life. He made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside all the time. He made you feel alive. He made you want to live. If you had to fight for your life and survive that nightmare, you wouldn't have anyone at your side, other than the precious cop now beaming at you.

_ _ _

You pulled him by the collar and pressed your lips to his. You felt him smile in the kiss.

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Hay Ride

Las Plagas!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: las plagas Leon, himbo energy 🤭, dirty talk, needy Leon, biting, kissing, oral (f receiving), pussy eating in the great outdoors 🤭

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Farm smells hit your nose first; the earthy tones of upturned dirt paired with the sweet, dusty notes of hay has you smiling widely. 

“I’m really excited!”

You turn to see Leon staring at you before starting and looking around. Grinning to yourself at the flush now covering his cheeks, you reach out and link your arms together. 

“Penny for your thoughts.”

The pretty pink blush now reaches his ears as he kicks at a rock. 

“I know it’s not polite to stare, but you’re just so pretty.”

Your chest thrums in giddy excitement. 

“Such a charmer, Leon,” you tease, tugging him closer to plant a kiss on his jaw.

With a soft whine, he pulls you into a hug to bury his nose in your hair and breathe deeply. 

“Wanna take you home already,” he pouts when you pull away. 

“I promise we won’t stay too long,” you boop his nose, “then you’ll have me all to yourself.”

This time when he smiles at you you can see his incisors have lengthened. 

You rub your thumb across his bottom lip, “Do we need to go home though?”

He shakes his head no and places a kiss on your thumb, “Just got too excited.”

Warm arousal drips down your spine at his declaration. 

“Leon, you’re making this hard for me,” you sigh good naturedly. 

“You’re perfect, I can’t help it,” he mumbles under his breath as he lets his head slump down onto your shoulder, “promise I’ll behave.”

He scrapes his sharp teeth against your neck making you shiver. 

“Hey, no biting, Leon,” you push his shoulders and step back, “you always get carried away.”

He snorts, “That was one time and you said it was okay.”

You shake your head but can’t stop the grin from forming, “And we both learned our lesson. That poor woman probably thought you were trying to eat me.”

Leon laughs, “Well, the park’s usually empty at that time.”

You hum, grabbing his hand to walk over to the tractor hitched to a trailer stacked with hay bales. 

“Have you ever been on a hay ride before?” You tilt your head to look at him as you both wait your turn to step up onto the trailer. 

“Uhh I think once as a kid?” He shrugs, “I think I usually just played the carnival games or did the corn maze.”

“We should do those next!” You squeeze his hand excitedly, “wanna see who can get the biggest stuffed animal?”

He helps you step up into the trailer and follows you to sit on a bale of hay in the back.

“I think I’ll definitely win,” he murmurs into your ear making you giggle. 

He clasps your hand tighter when the tractor lurches forward and begins the slow trek through the ‘haunted’ field. Leon nuzzles into your neck as random people pop out of the cornstalks to scare those on the hay ride. 

You smile to yourself and squeeze his hand, “You scared?”

“Mm mm,” he kisses your neck softly, softly biting before nuzzling the skin, “just wanna do this.”

Biting down on your lip, your eyes flutter as Leon keeps softly kissing and nipping at your neck, doing it so slowly as not to draw attention. It’s also making you want to vibrate out of your skin. You squeeze his hand tight in warning and he only sighs, scraping a sharp fang against the sensitive spot near your ear, making your thighs press together. 

Everything becomes sort of white noise as you sit on the hay bale and let your boyfriend mark up your neck as you leak slick into your panties. Leon bites a little rougher making you gasp, but luckily enough, it’s not so loud it garners attention. 

“Smell so good right now,” he hotly breathes into your ear, “wanna shove my head between your legs and eat that fat pussy.”

“Leon,” you hiss, “cut it out.”

“Can’t,” he whines, licking the shell of your ear, “can we sneak off after this?”

Arousal pools low in your belly as your clit throbs for attention. 

“Okay, but behave til then,” you whisper. 

He does as you ask and only burrows his face against the crook of your neck as you both try to relax and enjoy the cutesy little ride. 

Once the tractor makes a complete circle, stopping back at the starting point, Leon eagerly helps you from the bed of the trailer and drags you out toward the parking lot. He swerves last minute onto the hiking trail that snakes around the whole area. 

There’s still some late afternoon sunlight trickling through the trees that highlight the well worn path in front of you. After a while, Leon drags you away from the trail, deeper into the woods. As soon as he deems it far enough, he’s pressing you up against a tree and dropping to his knees. 

He’s quickly yanking your jeans and panties down to your thighs, keeping you trapped in your clothing. He grabs your thighs and hoists you up to slip his head underneath and between your legs so he can bury his face against your soaking wet pussy. With your legs still caught in your pants, it forces Leon to hold you up as he eats you, practically glued to your body. 

You feel that long rough tongue fluttering against your clit before it glides down to lick into your drippy cunt. Whining loudly, you grip Leon’s hair to grind your pussy against his face.  

“Fuck, s’good, feels so good, Leon,” you gasp out, eyes rolling back as he fucks his tongue in and out of your hole. 

Humming, he trails kisses across your pussy lips up to the hood of your clit. His lips softly trace your sensitive bud and he places kiss after kiss after kiss on the sensitive bundle of nerves. He lightly scrapes those sharp teeth against your mound sending tingles all through your body. 

“Ngh, god,” you whimper as Leon softly kitten licks your clit, dilated eyes hungrily watching your expressions. 

His hand comes up to rest on your abdomen, thumb pulling up the hood of your clit so he can suck it into his hot mouth. 

“Leon!” You cry out, hands pulling his hair as you buck your hips. 

He groans and shoves his face even closer to your cunt, tongue lapping roughly at your swollen bud. It doesn’t take long with the perfect suction around your clit for your orgasm to uncoil in your belly. 

With a keening cry, your back arches what little it can as slick gushes from your hole onto Leon’s face. He quickly moves his mouth to lick it all up, eagerly running his tongue across your pussy and thighs, moaning at the taste. 

With some slight maneuvering, he’s able to set you down on shaky feet and right your clothing. You sway into his chest as your legs tremble. 

“We need to go home,” he rasps out, “don’t know how much more I can hold back.”

Tilting your head back, you can see dark black veins slowly inching across his neck up towards his jawline. 

“Let’s go then,” you grab onto his arm for balance, letting Leon guide you back out of the woods and into the parking lot. 

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Apple Cider

sweet stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: stepcest, Leon POV, kissing, oral (m receiving), somnopholia

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As soon as he enters the front door, Leon can smell the spice of cloves and cinnamon drifting from the kitchen. Kicking off his shoes and setting his keys on the little side table, he makes his way toward the smell (and hopefully you). 

“Hi! How was work?” you smile over at him, stirring a pot on the stove. 

“It’s work,” he shrugs, walking up behind you to wrap his arms around your middle, “missed you.”

He feels you lean against him and he noses along your hairline before kissing the shell of your ear, “Smells good.”

“Thanks,” he can hear the smile in your voice, “it’s apple cider. I’ve been wanting to make some since the weather got cooler.”

“Ahh,” he hums, kissing the nape of your neck before pulling away, “sounds good to me.”

“Go relax on the couch and I’ll bring some out to you,” you wave your hand toward the living room. 

“Bossy,” he chuckles, dropping another kiss to your neck before heading out of the kitchen. 

He slips off his suit jacket, laying it out on the armrest. Settling down on the couch, he flips on the television, leaving it on a classic monster’s marathon. His eyes start to droop by the time you take a seat next to him, jostling him accidentally as the smell of apple cider hits his nose. 

He lets out a low grumbling moan as he stretches out before taking the cup you’re holding out to him. 

“Thanks,” he mumbles, voice heavy with sleep. 

“Tired already?” You tease him, making him roll his eyes and take a sip from the steaming mug. 

He hums and takes another drink, “Mm hmm. This is good, thank you, baby.”

He watches as you squirm in place, head ducking with shyness making his chest tight with that helpless feeling of love. 

“Glad you like it,” you smile softly at him. 

You both lapse into silence, sipping your drinks and watching as Bella Lugosi turns into a bat on screen. Once Leon finishes off the cider, he sets it onto the side table and leans back onto the couch. You follow suit, sitting your empty mug down to snuggle into his side. 

He only means to let his eyes rest for a second, but the next thing he knows, he’s coming to with wet hot heat around his cock. His brows pinch together while a slow syrupy pleasure tightens in his belly. His eyes groggily open to see the tv in a smear of black and white as Lon Chaney Jr grows into a werewolf. 

A soft noise of suction draws his sleep filled eyes down to see your head resting in his lap. It looks almost sweet, like you’re only laying against him to watch the movie, but he can feel your lips and tongue gently kissing and licking at his fat cockhead, lathing underneath the foreskin before lapping up the drippy precum from his slit. 

He wants to say something, but it just feels so good. It’s not like you haven’t sucked him off before, he just tends to keep all the attention on you. He loves making you feel good; your pleasure is his pleasure. 

However, it seems like you took it upon yourself to have your own good time tonight. And he’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth so he stays relaxed and lets you have your fill. His hand already rests on your head, even though he doesn’t remember putting it there, but he’s not complaining. 

Subtly, he pushes his hand down, sinking more of your mouth onto his weeping cock. You make a short choked off moan and suck another few inches past your lips. He feels your spit dripping down his shaft, seeping into his pants that are already soaked in drool.  Just how long have you been sucking him off? 

His fingers spasm around your head as the tip kisses the back of your throat. He wants to buck up into your mouth so bad, feel that tightness around his cock until he’s spilling so much cum you can’t even swallow it all. You whimper and pull off a ways, kissing all over the head before dragging your lips down his thick length. 

You lick a path back up to the tip, letting it slip past your lips before wrapping a hand around the base to pop it from your mouth. A blurt of precum spills out and your tongue is there to quickly lap it up. Leon’s eyes rolls back as you keep sinking just the head into your mouth to pull it free by popping it past your cheek.  

He’s leaking so much precum at this point it’s almost ridiculous; you don’t seem to mind though, licking it up like you’ve never tasted anything better in your life. You suckle and tease his cock through another movie onscreen, that Leon barely even notices, before he’s finally grasping your head, teetering on the cusp of an orgasm. 

“Baby,” the word comes out gruffer than intended but you shiver and sink your mouth down on his cock more eagerly. 

When you raise up, he pushes your head back down, feeling his balls draw up at the whine you make. He’s strong enough he could keep you here and the thought makes him stiffen in your mouth. 

Letting go, you pull off enough to take a breath but press yourself back down, forcing his cock even deeper until he’s breaching your throat. 

“Fuck, ‘m g’nna cum, honey,” he slurs, deep and raspy, “w’nna cum in that pretty mouth, feel you swallow every drop.”

Moaning, you suck and drool all over his dick, throat clicking as you try to swallow around the fat length. He bucks up once and you choke around his cock hard, making that coil in his belly snap. Balls drawing up, he groans loudly, cock throbbing as he pumps a load of hot sticky jizz down your throat. You swallow around him, stretching out his climax, more ropes of thick cum filling your mouth to the point it’s dripping all down his shaft and onto his pants. 

He realizes he’s been holding your head down and with a start lets go; you don’t move however, kitten licking at his cock until all of his cum has been cleaned off. His breathing smoothes out by the time you right yourself, letting him see your wet swollen mouth and blown out pupils. Your face is messy with spit and cum making his cock throb although he knows nothing will come of it for a while. 

“Was that okay, daddy?”

“More than okay,” he pulls you into a kiss, and you eagerly clamber into his lap, grinding down on his thigh.

After letting you rut against him, he pulls back to murmur in your ear. 

“Wanna take this upstairs, baby?”

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[lipglossanon]

Merry Xmas Everybody

shape shifter/wendigo!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, monsterfucking or I guess I should say monster sucking 😜, cock worship, dirty talk, condescending comments, light collaring

title from Merry Xmas Everybody by Slade

You’ve both returned from spending the day out at the local Christmas village, checking out the quaint little shops and stalls. It’s dark out now, and cold, leading Leon to snuggle up to you on the couch as if he’s not the equivalent to a blazing furnace.   

“Seriously, I’m gonna melt here,” you grouch at him, trying to pry him away from nuzzling into your neck, “just scoot over a smidge.”

“Uh uh,” he mouths against your skin, sharp teeth scraping softly creating chill bumps, “it’s cold. And besides that, I’m comfy.”

Huffing, you try one last time to push him away, but his arms quickly wrap around your waist, claws coming out to prick you through your sweater. 

“Stay still,” he rumbles, voice dipping into that low octave that has slick pooling in your panties. 

Pinning you to his side, he goes back to nuzzling and nipping at your neck. His claws dig into your skin enough to make you hiss but that only causes him to groan and gently bite your throat. 

“Been wanting to fuck you all day,” he whines, “but you said we had to wait til we got home.”

You laugh, “Leon, I wasn’t going to fuck you in a side alley in below freezing weather.”

“So that means in the summer—“

You snort out another laugh and he lifts his head up, horns shifting outward from his hair, squinting those catlike eyes at you. 

“Think it’s a joke, huh?” he smirks at you before grabbing your hand and pressing it down on the bulge in his jeans. 

Your lips part in a breathy sigh, eyes drooping as arousal floods your veins. He grinds your palm down harder and you feel as his cocks twitch against the fabric. 

“Maybe you should put your mouth to better use instead of running it,” he purrs temptingly into your ear, “make it up to me for having to wait all day.” 

Nodding, your mouth floods with saliva as you shuffle down onto your knees between his spread thighs. You’ve thought about sucking Leon off ever since you met him, but the opportunity hasn’t presented itself as he’s always so gung-ho to stuff your pussy with both dicks every chance he gets. 

“Such a pretty mate,” he grins, sharp teeth flashing down at you as he pulls his jeans and underwear to his thighs, leaking cocks freed for your greedy eyes and mouth. 

Placing your hands on his thighs, you lean forward and lick at the closest one, smearing precum all over your lips like some shiny new gloss. 

“Gonna take your time? Fuck, that’s so hot,” Leon groans spreading his legs as far as possible, “want help?”

You shake your head, “No, c’n do it.”

He chuckles meanly, “Oh, I’m sure you can.”

Whining, you part your lips and suck at the head of one cock before pulling away to do the same to the other. As you suckle the second head into your mouth, the first one kicks and drags a glob of precum across your cheek making your eyes flutter with a moan. 

“Like getting messy don’t you?” he mocks, “don’t worry, you’ll get that facial you’re looking for.”

Moaning even louder, you suck his cock further into your mouth. As you suck one, your hands come up to stroke and massage the other dick before you swap again. You try to fit both heads into your mouth, but since they’re too big, you can only drool and lick across their dripping slits, lapping up all the precum he’s leaking.

“My pretty, pretty mate,” he croons, cat eyes gleaming as his tail slips down to curl around your neck. 

Keening high in your throat, you sloppily suck one cock into your mouth while wrapping your fingers around the other, jerking him off slowly. His soft tail tightens like a collar around your neck. 

“Come on, show me how good you can be,” he purrs, sharp teeth grinning at you, making your skin prickle with want.    

Mewling, you let yourself get even messier, drooling and licking all over each cock, dragging your mouth up and down both thick lengths as you kiss and suck the blood hot skin. Both tips weep precum steadily, kicking and throbbing against your lips and chin, smearing a sticky mess across your cheeks. 

He chuckles and grabs the cock not stuffed in your mouth to smack across your hollowed out cheek, “You seem to really like this.”

You hum in agreement and pull off with a wet pop to let him feed the other cock into your mouth with a groan. 

“Suck me off,” he growls out, tenor low and strange making your nipples ache, “and while I’m creaming that wet little throat I’ll be covering your pretty face with a nice thick load.”

Moaning unabashedly, you eagerly bob your head faster, working your lips and tongue all down his dripping length until the tip kisses the back of your throat. With a soft gag, you pull off to catch your breath, only to quickly repeat yourself, being more mindful of your limit. 

His big hand easily wraps around his other big dick, allowing him to jerk off in tandem with your messy blowjob. With a rumbling snarl, he snaps his hips up once.. twice.. and spills deep into your throat as he coats your face with his thick, sticky cum. 

You have to pull off with a cough, cum dripping all down your chin as you try to swallow what you can. More of his sticky cum spurts from each tip to coat your lips and chin. He snakes his hands underneath your arms and pulls you up into his lap. 

“Oh, now this I like,” he coos sweetly, “my little mate showing everyone who owns her.”

With a shiver, you grind down against his leg, “Leon, please.”

“Okay, okay,” he clicks his tongue and you catch a hint of animal skull around his eyes before he smiles at you, “let’s get you cleaned up and then I wanna eat you out til you squirt all over my face. Return the favor.”

He winks at you and with a laugh picks you up bridal style to carry you to the master en-suite bathroom. 

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[alessiathepirate]

Resident Evil 4

TOO LATE: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader, Luis Serra x fem!reader

Summary: They say it's never too late to realize you are in love - oh, how wrong they are.

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

I apologize if I'm about to break someone's heart. I swear, I didn't mean to...

Warnings: angst (I'm sorry, I was in a sad mood)

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The bullet flew through the air and hit the last one of the attacking enemies in the head. The shot was perfect as always - bullseye; causing the lifeless body to fall to the ground and paint the wooden floor tiles red with blood. The dark red liquid was leaking and leaking, until some of it disappeared in the small spaces between the tiles.

Leon looked around again, making sure the monster was really the last one - when he heard no growl, steps or shouting, he holstered his pistol.

"Are you alright, cariño?" the question got a pretty strong reaction out of Leon as he turned around quickly to look for his partner. Is she okay? Did she get hurt? But there she was, holding onto Luis' hand so the man can pull her up from the ground.

" 'Never been better." came the answer.

Hearing no pain or discomfort in her voice, Leon calmed down. His hearbeat went back to normal and the slight panic of not knowing where she is, how she is disappeared.

" 'Happy to hear that, princesa, you promised me a date after this adventure."

Luis' words made her laugh and when she stood up she playfully punched him in the shoulder. "I never said that."

"Well you didn't say no either."

Leon felt the urge to either end their conversation or go somewhere where he can't hear it. He didn't know what hurt more: hearing and seeing it or knowing she was happily flirting back and being in her playful, childish element around him.

Around him. Maybe that was the problem. He didn't mind when she was joking around to lighten the mood. It made him feel better and it made the rescued victims hopeful and happy. No, he didn't mind her sense of humour either - even if sometimes it was worse than his. It was just- she should do that with him and not with Serra.

Leon looked away as he swallowed down the emotions - and with that the rude words - that wanted to blow up inside him. Jealousy, that was it, that was his problem. Jealousy and envy.

"Are you always like this with women?" her question only made Luis chuckle.

"What can I say, cariño, I'm the ladies man."

Leon's hand shook a little - it was something what hasn't happened to him since forever. Since the very beginning of the training. The training that got him here. The training where he wasn't alone. She was with him. She's been with him since Raccoon City and it formed such a strong connection between them. And the missions only made that connection stronger. So why is this moment so weak and uncomfortable?

He heard a girlish giggle from behind him and when he turned around the sight made him see red. There she was, the woman he had some strange feelings for and a guy she seemed to be attracted to was kissing her knuckles.

What went wrong?

Where are the moments when she was this shy around Leon?

Leon looked at his holstered weapon as he was thinking. She was like this with him for a while. After the horrors of Raccoon City, during military training, during long missions. He remembered the way she hugged him with pink cheeks, the way she laughed at his expressions or jokes. He remembered how she asked if he wants to have dinner with her or if he wants to stay at her place and watch a movie. During those moments he looked at her like a friend and now when he looks at her like she wanted him to, she seemes to have different feelings towards him.

"What do you like to eat, querida?"

Leon looked at the dead monster and listened to the quiet drip, drip, drip as the tiles swallowed the blood.

"Why are you asking? You want to cook something for me?"

"You should try red velvet cake instead." Leon said, his mouth was dry, his chest tight with both anger and sadness. "She has a sweet tooth. There's a nice bakery in New York, she likes their red velvet cake. She can't eat it if it's from somewhere else."

For a moment their eyes met. She looked at him with adoration, being happy he knows her so well. But then that thankful smile became something else; it became sad and confused and that accusatory look on her face broke his heart.

He understood it then. He was a few years too late and a few dinners back. She did her best for years to make him know she loved him and appreciated him as a partner. She got him birthday gifts to say thank you for looking out for her. She turned off his phone so he can rest after a long mission.

And now it was too late...

He looked away as she looked up at Luis with a smile.

"You heard him."

"Red velvet it is."

He closed his eyes for a few seconds accepting defeat and loss. Then he straightened his back and looked at the two of them:

"We should get going."

Even if he wasn't the one making her smile these days, it was good to know someone made her laugh. He'll accept it one day. He has to.

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