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ovaryacted · 7 months

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Rookie Mistakes

Pairing: RE2!Leon x Sergeant fem!Reader

Summary: When Leon seems distracted and makes a mistake during a call, you ensure your rookie gets his head together as his sergeant.

Content/Warnings: 18+/MDNI. NSFW. Porn with plot. Dom/sub elements. Femdom/msub. Praise kink. Slight degradation. Needy/subby Leon. Oral sex. Fingering. Handjob. Office Sex. Slight age gap (reader is older at around 25, Leon is 21).

WC: 4.7k

Notes: Finally this is out. I know I know, I'm a liar! But, I had fun with this one, so I hope you like it. Shoutout to the babe @cinnarette for beta reading this and giving me her approval lolz. Anyways, reblogs & comments are always appreciated!

Leon had always been one to find the good in a shitty situation. Someone with a warm heart that matched the moral compass he developed despite the constant bullshit he experienced daily.

From his hectic childhood to his experiences in the police academy, he had to overcome many trials and tribulations on his own with nobody in his corner. All of those struggles to get the pure sense of relief once he felt his diploma in his hand made all the stress worth it.

When he first arrived at the R.P.D., he didn’t know what to expect. The anxiety of starting fresh in a new city with a new career clouded his mind with a paranoia he seemed to carry in his youth. Walking into the police department he’d call his new home, Leon was fairly surprised to be greeted with a welcome party.

Balloons and confetti filled the common room as he moved around the crowd, bombarded with introductions and greetings as he tried to memorize the names that were thrown his way. Still, the small games and blue cake he indulged in brought a smile to his face, topped off with the polka-dotted party hat he was forced to wear and the words Welcome Leon hung up on the ceiling for him to see.

What Leon didn’t expect was to be assigned to your personal detail the next day. A police sergeant on the force, a bit older, no more than 25 he first assumed, more refined and seasoned with one hell of a glare. First impressions? He was terrified, nervous as hell to fuck anything up seeing how you ran a tight ship, taking your job too seriously for comfort. Of course, you had to. You were working in a male-dominated field, forcing yourself into a mold so you could be taken seriously by those around you.

He took his hand out when being introduced to you, unstable grip and a nervous smile to match as he looked directly into your intimidating gaze. You shook his hand firmly, the strength of your grasp parallel with the small grin you offered him almost made a shiver roll down his spine.

“So you’re the new rookie huh? Well, it’s nice to see a fresh face in here. We have some serious work to do. Let’s get started.”

You were particular about how you wanted things done, very precise in your words and your delivery. A harsh leader, one who easily reprimanded the other rookie officers but was particularly picky with Leon. In a way, he started to feel like you were targeting him, pressuring him so he would crack and leave the force. He knew he couldn’t leave, that this was the career path he chose, and he was too anxious to say anything so he’d let it slide.

You didn’t let up on his training either, always making sure your rookie was on top of what was expected of him. The slight fear Leon had when first meeting you quickly turned into admiration. His stress-induced feelings morphed into respect, now wanting to learn everything you had to show him.

That was when it started. Leon now tried any little thing to get in your good graces, to see even the slightest sign of a smile or to hear you laugh. He started coming to work earlier to help with the case filings you had piled on your desk, organizing them the way you taught him whenever you assigned him grunt work. He wanted you to take a breather and start your day with a clear head, maybe even enjoy your coffee for a bit longer.

When you saw how tidy your work environment was, you went up to Leon who you saw was typing away at his desk diligently. His head lifted up to look at you, blue eyes glancing over your face to read your expression.

“Morning. By any chance, did you fix all the files on my desk?”, you asked curiously, making the blonde rub the back of his neck shyly.

“Yeah, I did. Wanted to help you out a bit and give you an early start to the day” he responded, silently hoping you wouldn’t be upset at him for entering your workspace. Instead, he was met with your look of genuine surprise, followed by a twinkle of gratitude.

“Thank you for that, I appreciate it. Keep up the good work Leon”, you praised him, offering a small smile, one that he made sure to burn into his memory.

“Yes ma’am”, his face was practically beaming at your words as he watched you walk back towards your office, trying to hide the sudden warmth flooding his cheeks.

Your words kept repeating in his head nonstop throughout the entire day. Not only did you acknowledge him in a positive light, you also addressed him by name, which was rare. He was more present at work, his posture straighter, and more eager to help. From that point on, he made it his mission to make sure his sergeant was stress-free, doing anything to see you smile at him again.

Working with Leon, you quickly learned that he was perceptive. A smart cookie, and probably the smartest one out of the current bunch of recruits. Despite the tough love you gave him, especially because he was your professional responsibility, he was the only one truly receptive to your teachings. Like a sponge, he took in everything you gave with a certain wonder you hadn’t seen in anyone else. It was cute really, how he was so ambitious and doing his best to get your approval.

What you liked the most about working with Leon was how he addressed you. He took your authority seriously, seeing someone in charge instead of your appearance. He didn’t say your name, not your first or last out of respect, but rather he always addressed you as Ma’am. You never had someone say that to you directly, thinking it makes you sound older than you actually are. But with the way his eyes warmed up when he’d say it with full confidence, you didn’t have it in you to tell him to stop.

Over the next few weeks, Leon became part of your daily routine, integral to the start of your day. He’d walk in a few minutes early as expected, with two coffee cups in his hands as he waited for you outside your office. Spotting the top of your head coming from speaking to the chief, you were heading his way. You had the same soft smile reserved just for him, one that he always looked forward to seeing when you worked together.

“Got you your usual”, he offered one of the cups to you, your fingers lightly grazing his when taking the warm concoction into your hand.

“Extra caramel?”

“With oat milk, vanilla and cinnamon. I triple checked”, he said enthusiastically, observing you as you sipped the drink. A soft hum escaped you while you closed your eyes in satisfaction.

“You know how to spoil me”, you gave him a wider smile now, seeing how his cheeks blushed the slightest bit at your expression. His reaction made you chuckle, a sound he’s come to enjoy the more time you two spent together.

“Now come on, we need to work on this case before we patrol at 12. The chief’s on my ass again so let’s get this over with before lunch yeah?”, and without fail, he’d give you the same ending response every time.

“Yes ma’am”

The more you invested in Leon’s skills, the more you realized small things about him that were fairly telling. You weren’t stupid. Anyone with a brain could see that the respect and admiration he had for you was turning into something else entirely. You could tell with every passing moment you had with him, noticing how the tension between the two of you would get thicker after every interaction. You didn’t comment on it. Instead, you enjoyed toying with him, a part of your ego feeding off on how he’d say yes ma’am in such a way that would make you want to hear it more often.

The faint touches between the two of you got more frequent. Your fingers would brush his during the exchange of files, you saw how he’d always be within a hair’s distance when standing near you. Moments spent training in the shooting range were where the intimacy seemed to skyrocket, putting your hands on Leon’s arms to keep his form up as he shot towards his target.

You didn’t need to do that. Leon was a good shot, accurate too. But you enjoyed the way he released a shaky breath whenever you were close to him or touched him, how the tips of his ears reddened when you praised him for hitting the bullseye.

In one certain instance when the R.P.D. was extra busy, you were being hammered with files and administrative work. The coffee sitting on your desk was no longer doing its job of waking you up, and the constant bombardment of having to organize new information was starting to make your head pulse. You stood up from your seat to give your back a break, bending backward until you felt a satisfying crack in your spine. Hearing a knock at your door that brought your attention, you noticed Leon on the opposite end.

“Hey, my bad if I caught you at a bad time. The investigators wanted to review those files on that drug bust we did yesterday, something about missing information”

“Oh yeah yeah, it’s right behind me. Hell, I don’t even know where I put it”, you turned to face the mess behind you, lamenting at the stack of files you have yet to sort through today.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll look for it. You stay focused on what you’re doing”

Just like that, Leon came over behind you, going through the files while you stayed reading over the papers in your hand. The both of you made quick conversation, commenting on how busy it became. The increase of instances flooding the department only added more to your workload. Leon kept digging through the pile, turning his body to go to the other side of you.

In the process, he put a hand on your hip and muttered an apology, slightly making you jump and walking behind you to go to your left side. You tried to pay no mind to the gentle touch, going back to refocusing on the case at hand. He found the document folders he needed, suddenly too close to your body when the second he turned, you moved backward into him. Leon’s hips pressed against your rear, his hands reaching toward your hips instinctively despite the hitch in his breath at the contact.

“S-shit, I’m sorry…”, he mumbled, cheeks flushed red as he walked out of your office. You didn’t get a word in, but his reaction was enough to tell you about what you already knew.

The ghost of his touch filled your mind for the rest of the day, and it was worse for Leon. He tried so hard not to think about it. Not to fantasize about how your hips would feel bouncing against his with force, what you’d sound like when you’re aroused. It was practically impossible for him. His imagination went haywire the second he got home, jerking himself off to relieve the hard-on he’s been managing since earlier this afternoon.

He couldn’t get the image out of his head. He thought about how you’d praise him, call him a good boy for making you feel good. Deep down, he wondered if you were equally as authoritative in the bedroom as you were outside of it. As he released all over his hands with a whine, he sighed to himself, fully aware that he had reached the point of no return with his own thoughts about you.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when both of you were assigned to handle two suspects committing a robbery. Called to the scene, you trailed them down to a nearby commercial street. They were careless too, throwing their guns halfway into the chase and the items they stole slipping from their grasp onto the concrete floor. Catching them felt easy, handcuffing one to the ground and throwing him to the backseat of your cop car. Leon seemed to be distracted, with what you didn’t know. When the second thief seemed to slip from his grasp and started to make a run for it, you knew he needed to get his act together.

“Get your head out of your ass Kennedy! Before I put my foot up there instead. Now move!”, you ordered him to get back into the patrol car. Turning on the police siren, you drove to track down the next suspect and apprehended them with quickness.

The drive to the station was quiet besides the two handcuffed men grumbling behind you. Leon kept his mouth shut, refusing to look your way, and focused on listening to the chatter on the radio. He knew you were pissed, and he didn’t know what had gotten into him today but he couldn’t focus for the life of him. The nagging voice in the back of his mind was telling him to be prepared for the worst, because he fucked up, and worse yet, he fucked up with you.

After bringing the two robbers down to the precinct, you couldn’t erase the irritation from your face. You couldn’t even look at Leon, upset that someone like him after so much training made such a rookie mistake. You only offered a glare, knowing for a fact you’d have to talk to him later on when your temper wasn’t so flared up. For now, you made Leon sit at his desk to do filing work, deciding not to berate him in front of the other officers and saving him the embarrassment.

Knowing you were giving him the silent treatment, he avoided you for the rest of the day, staying late at the R.P.D. in hopes of being able to talk to you. Leon drummed his fingers on his desk absentmindedly, until you came up behind him and got his attention.

“Kennedy, to my office. Now”, your tone of voice was harsh, making the hairs on Leon’s neck rise as he got up to follow you back to your workspace.

You locked the door once the both of you were inside, leaning back against your desk with your tactical belt off so your hips pressed against the wooden edge. Arms crossed over your chest, your head raised at the cop before you, watching his feet anxiously moving as he looked at the floor with slight shame.

“I want to know what happened out there. You messed up, and that’s not like you. You don’t make rookie mistakes anymore, we’re passed that”, you started to speak. Leon’s gaze was pinned on you, trying to hide his humiliation but it was clear as day.

“I know. I know I fucked up, it was a stupid mistake. I’m sorry”

“Yeah, it was. I didn’t invest all this time in training you personally for you to let things like this slip. You’re better than this, you know that”, your tone changed from irritation to concern, trying to get him to see the bigger picture.

“You’re my responsibility, Leon. I’m this harsh and this strict for a reason, and it’s because I care. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t give a shit what happened to you, but I do. This reflects back on me, so just get your head together alright?”, you saw how his brows furrowed a bit in slight confusion at your confession.

You cared about him.

“Yes ma'am. It won’t happen again, I really am sorry”, his hands started to fumble with his tactical belt.

“I know you are, but sorry’s not gonna cut it. I can’t have you distracted like this. Not on my watch”, you said, now walking from the desk until you stood in front of him. He didn’t move a muscle, not knowing what else to do besides stand there.

“If you’re really sorry you’re going to have to prove it. You’re not getting off that easy. You got that rookie?”, your eyes held that intimidating stare that made Leon tense, you could practically hear him gulp.

“I-I understand ma’am. Whatever it takes I’ll do it.”, he was still oblivious, having no idea what he just got himself into but he wasn’t complaining, not when you were this close to him. Your hand went up towards his belt, a singular finger curving into one of the loops to yank his body forward. Now standing chest to chest he shivered at the close contact, holding his breath and waiting for your next words.

“You’re gonna use your pretty mouth to prove that you won’t mess up like that again. Maybe if you’re good enough, I’ll think about being nice and rewarding you. That okay?”, your words were laced with pure temptation, making Leon nod, too scared to speak up. He didn’t know what to expect, but lord if he wasn’t going to pretend he wasn’t enjoying it.

“Use your words baby”

“Yeah, f-fuck it’s okay”, he was shaking in front of you, a blush on his cheeks so intense you could feel the heat radiating off of his skin.

“Can I kiss you?”, you tilted your head up towards him, his warm breath against your lips as the ends of your noses touched.

“Please do…”

You didn’t waste another second, lips colliding against his as Leon finally released the breath he was holding. He let you take control, his mind turning to complete mush at just the feel of your mouth against his. Tongues dancing together, you ran your fingers through his hair, his own hands going to paw at your hips. He released needy faint moans, holding on to you as if you were going to leave him any second now. When you pulled away from him and bit his bottom lip he whimpered, a sound you didn’t expect him to make. You fucking loved it.

You walked backward while he followed you on jittery legs. With your back now pressed against the desk again, Leon’s face dug into your neck, leaving a path of kisses in a way that made you chuckle. His hands were everywhere, overwhelmed with what to do or where to touch. You brought your fingers into his hair again, giving him a soft yank as he groaned out from the action. Pupils already dilated, you eyed him closely, how he seemed so far gone when you haven’t even started.

“You want to be good for me Leon?”, your voice was soft, almost patronizing and it only made Leon’s dick pulse in his pants.

“Yes, I wanna be good for you. Don’t want you mad at me”, Leon pouted, and you fought the urge to kiss him again.

“Then get on your knees and start working on your apology”, you commanded, watching how he bit his lip and nodded.

“Yes ma’am”, he was already shifting down to the ground, diligent fingers on the button of your cargos and undoing them, while you threw your shoes off.

Pulling the zipper down, he started to drag the fabric to your knees until it hit your ankles, pants discarded to the side and leaving you in your panties. Sitting on top of the desk, his eyes looked up at yours, coming face to face with where you wanted him most.

His large hands moved from your shin to your knee, then towards your thigh and hip to hook his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, noting the wet patch that was already staining the cotton material. He dragged them down with ease until they hung at your ankle, lifting one of your thighs onto his shoulders to admire all of you with a soft moan.

“Can I taste you? Please?”, he mumbled against your thigh with a soft kiss. He was already playing the part so well, offering him a smirk as you drank in the way he begged you for more. You didn’t even have you train him.

“Yeah baby, you can”

Without hesitation, his mouth made contact with your body, the taste of your wetness filling his tongue and making his chest rumble. It was better than he imagined, moving his tongue up and down against your slit to collect the developing slick. You released a low hum from your lips, already pent up from the stress of your job and your day, now having your favorite rookie tending to you on your orders.

Leon was anything if not keen, tongue lavishing against your throbbing clit and his lips circling around it as he began to suck. You threw your head back at that, hand holding his head in place and hips moving towards him shamelessly. He was grunting under his breath, growing obsessed with the way your body twitched anytime he touched you just right.

“You’re doing so good Leon, so damn good for me”, you praised him again, feeling the sounds he’d release when you did talk to him. It was debauched, how his senses were filled with just you with no end in sight.

This was how you wanted to see him. On his knees and eager to please.

His attention went back to your opening, feeling it flex around nothing with every flick he gave you. Inserting his tongue into your cunt, your hips arched towards him again, moaning louder than you anticipated.

You were silently thankful your office was a bit farther away from the rest of the department, and being it was later at night, you didn’t have to hide much of anything. You moved Leon’s face closer to your body with a pull of his head, clit pressed against his nose as he sucked at your essence greedily, taking in everything he could get.

A warmth started to develop in your gut, pleasure like liquid fire making your body twitch. The high you so desperately craved was in near sight, grinding yourself against Leon’s face and using him to get off. He didn’t object, moving his mouth to suck at your clit again, two fingers teasing your entrance before inserting them inside. You cursed under your breath, the dual sensation of Leon’s fingers curling against your g-spot and his consistent sucking brought you closer to your much-needed climax.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum”, you could almost taste your release right at the edge of your tongue, could imagine the way it would feel to finally let go.

You looked down to watch Leon at work, how he’d pump his fingers at just the right pace, how his eyes grew hazy with pleasure when they looked up at you.

With one soft nip at your clit your release hit you full force, a small squeal leaving your lips as your gummy walls clenched around his fingers. Your grip on the desk and his hair were both tight, knuckles turned white as stars filled your vision. Leon kept moving his fingers and mouth the whole way through your orgasm, groaning loudly against you and refusing to stop. He couldn’t get enough of you or your taste, forcing you to pull his head away before the overstimulation made it too much to handle.

The both of you were panting, eyes widening when Leon pulled his digits away and inserted them into his mouth to lick off what remained of you. You pulled him up towards his feet, dragging him down to kiss you again and chasing your own taste that flooded his tongue. If you weren’t on a time crunch, you would’ve gladly let him go down on you again.

“Did I do good ma'am? Do you feel good?”, Leon asked, thumbs rubbing your trembling thighs as you came down from your high, flushed face waiting for your approval.

“Yes, you were so fucking good for me. You ate my pussy so well”, your words made him smile then, a dopey lopsided grin that seemed to ease his doubts from earlier.

“I think you deserve a little reward now. You want some help with that pretty boy?”, your eyes gestured to the tent in Leon’s pants, looking up at him from your long lashes.

“God, please touch me”, he begged then, blue eyes engulfed in pure lust.

You didn’t want to tease him any longer, undoing his pants and slipping your hand inside. With a gasp he felt your fingers wrapping around his cock that pulsated with need, knowing it wouldn’t take him long to cum either. He had been on the edge for too long, imagining you like this for what seemed like months. You pumped him, twisting your wrist and pressing your thumb against his slit, feeling the precum that was already making a mess in his briefs.

“You get hard when you have your superior’s pussy in your face huh? You like being used like that baby?”

“Y-yes, yes I do. God I fucking love it”, he nodded dumbly. “Love the way you taste, the way you feel…”, he didn’t even know what he was saying anymore, mind so blurred with just you that he was losing track of time and himself.

You smirked, kissing his neck and pressing your lips against the mole on his throat. Leon swallowed, hands pressing into your thighs for stability but he was so close to losing it. He thrusts his hips up into your hand, chasing his own high and you gladly let him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and biting at the lobe. The sounds Leon released were downright pornographic, whines and lewd wet sounds filling your office.

“S-shit I’m gonna cum. Can I cum? Please ma'am, I’m so close”, he begged again, his cock throbbing and hot in your hand as he spoke. He bucked his hips more into your squeezing fingers, your pace picking up as you jerked him off more persistently. He felt like he could barely breathe, the prickly feeling in his lower spine getting more prominent the closer he got to his orgasm.

“Be a good boy and cum for me Leon. I want to see you cum baby”, it was your final order, and those words alone were his undoing.

His body shook above you when he fell over the edge, his lower stomach flexing hard as he came all over your fingers. He cursed and whimpered, an array of thank yous were said against your neck, hands pressed into your thighs hard enough to bruise your skin. His cum dribbled out of him as his body jerked, still pumping him to the point of sensitivity. He clutched your wrist to signal you to stop, half-lidded eyes looking at yours that filled with mischief.

You took your hand off of him and licked the remaining fluids, purring at the taste of him filling your mouth. Leon bit his lip when watching you, already starting to feel his dick twitch again for more.

He leaned down towards you, kissing you hard and chasing his taste, just like how you did with him. The eroticness of it all overwhelmed him, rasping against you as you pulled away. You looked over his face, cheeks flushed pink and lips plump from their usage. You burn that image into your mind, saving it for later when it would be more helpful.

“No more distractions or mistakes from here on out Leon. You come to me if you need to clear your head. Understood?”, he released a dry chuckle, placing another kiss against your lips, much softer than before. The intimacy made your chest warm, your smile matching his own.

“Yes ma’am”

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scandalcus · 7 months

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‧₊˚⊹ pussy drunk - leon kennedy x afab!reader

warnings: smut no plot, unprotected p in v sex, overstimulation, breeding kink? kind of sub leon notes: ....heyyyyy.... sorry for not posting anything in months here's a quick little leon kennedy drabble i threw together in literally an hour, hope u guys enjoy <3 dedicated to my babygirl ciera bc she made me obsessed with him.

thinking about overstimulated pussy drunk leon who can't control his whines and whimpers as you fuck his arousal deeper into you, your pussy overflowing and leaking out a mixture of both yours and his cum that leaves a mess all over his thighs.

"so fucking greedy, can't get enough of my cum," he slurs, sloppily pounding into your abused cunt at a relentless pace, his grunts and whimpers practically music to your ears as they echo through the air with obscene slapping and squelching sounds.

"mm, need to fill you up," leon whines, begging and pleading between incoherent babbles, his desperation only fueling your desire further. you flutter around him, he nearly loses it feeling you squeeze him perfectly.

"this cock is yours, take it all, use me, please." he babbles. god, he sounds pathetic, reduced to a whiny mess in your hands. his grip on you tightens as he guides your hips against him, the sloppy sounds filling the room seemingly growing louder with each thrust.

strained groans erupt from his throat as his body tenses, his pace quickening as he feels his climax approaching him. the sensation causes you to go limp against him as you continue to take the entirety of his cock; it's torture, it's perfect, its not enough.

"gonna cum for me, make an even bigger mess all over your cock, hmm?" you goad, earning a growl from leon. "s'fucking good, gonna put a baby in you," he mindlessly babbles as his cock repeatedly hits your sweet spot, the sensation grows to become overwhelming for both of you as you both feel an orgasm washing over you.

you let out a cry as he pulls all the way out and slams into you a final time, a string of drawn out whimpers and groans follow as he spills his release deep into you, your own slick rushing out of you as leon leaves his cock in you, keeping you full of his cum as long as he can.

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gwiyeounsonyeon · 11 days

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Be glad you’re not here, rookie.

The note burnt a hole in Leon's pocket, weighing him down like the paper was made of lead. It wasn't fair, he should’ve been there- Be glad, Leon’s seen the note so many times over the last six years the words are seared into his brain, he cant forget.

He wont forget, what kind of person would he be if he did? He killed Marvin, everyone in the station died and Leon hadn't done a damn thing to stop it, even if he couldn't he was still standing while the rest of his coworkers were ash, why couldn't he have just died-

The train of thought brings a sting to his eyes but he forces the tears down before they could even surface, not here, not in front of you. You didn't deserve Leon you didn't deserve the DSO- no, the DSO didn't deserve you, they didn't deserve to take away the life in your eyes like they had him, they didn't deserve to take the youth in your face or the rich color in your hair.

and yet, like the world singled him out every time here Leon was staring down at your filthy pale frame in his arms, you weren't dead, his fingers were pressed firmly against the pulse point in your neck but you sure looked it, the amount of blood you'd lost could put down a child.

“Be glad you’re not here, rookie.” Leon thinks of himself, but instead of the younger weak form of himself he hates he sees you, your sparkling eyes, your giant smile, your loud laugh. a tear falls onto your cheek- one, then another, and another, until Leon is sobbing clutching you to his chest like if he lets go you’ll die.

he doesn't register your hand in his hair until your other arm is wrapped around his shoulders. he hiccups and tries to look up at you but he can't make himself, he buries his face into the crook of your neck and takes a deep breath trying to collect himself but all he gets is the smell of you soaked by the iron of your blood and he’s crying again, unable to stop himself.

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A/n - Re playing re2 and every time i get to the room with Leons desk i want to cry

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wisecrackingeric-2 · 7 months

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happy early ‘Raccoon City Blew The Fuck Up’ day to those who celebrate!!

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dahliakbs · 4 months

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What could go wrong in one day?

Re2!Leon Kennedy x Girlfriend!Reader

Your Leon's number one fan.

So when he got in his vehicle and set off for his first day at the station you couldn't have been more proud. You waited and waited and waited for hours on end for him to get off work, you clearly recalled that his shift finished at 9 but it's already 12.

Having nothing else to do you continued waiting till you eventually fell asleep, tv still shining brightly in your face.

When you woke up to a random noise the next day your quick to open the door.

You were so happy to see that Leon was finally home, only to be surprised by the sight of Leon and an unknown child.

"Who's child is that?"

Your question went unanswered as he pushed pass you with the little girl towards your living room.

When you followed him in, ready to start asking questions your tv had shown you a disturbing sight. Footage of the disaster raccoon city had become over night, along with three wanted pictures.

Leon, the little girl and some other woman.

While you were still in shock you turned towards Leon, now noticing how battered and bruised he was. His arm was bloody with loose bandages placed over his injuries.

His hair filled with pieces of mud and ash while his eyes were dark and lost their light. He'd done placed the child onto the couch and was headed straight for your shared room.

"here kid, sit here and watch something till I come back"

You chased after Leon and right as he was about to close the door you slid through and stood in front of him.

"What happened out there, are you okay" your hands rushed to his face.

He didn't answer and you almost let your frustration take over but when he made eye contact with you, you saw the tears welling up in his eyes.

His bottom lip trembling and his fingers latching onto your skin.

Without another word you led him towards your bed quietly and laid down. Allowing him to rest his head in the crook of your neck, feeling the tears fall against your skin while faint sobs filled the room.

How could this happen in only one day?

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parawasper · 6 months

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leon 👍

#leon kennedy #resident evil 2 #resident evil #re2 leon #re2 remake #re2 leon kennedy

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le0nh4v3r · 10 months

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🩵*♡∞:｡.｡Re2 Leon Kennedy Head Cannons｡.｡:∞♡*🩵

Warnings: none that I could think of!

A/N: this is my first time writing anything like this so plz be nice I’m sensitive =D

🩵*♡∞:｡.｡Enjoy! ｡.｡:∞♡*🩵

He would definitely learn how to braid/put hair in a ponytail just so he can do it for you when you need your hair up and out of your face.

I feel like he wouldn’t use emojis because he can never figure out how to open the emoji board on the key board, no matter how many times you show him how, so he just uses ones like ‘:)’ and ‘:D’.

I also think he would send very dry texts, but never on purpose. He’s just not as used to texting as you. He reply with a simple ‘Okay, honey.’ With correct grammar and punctuation or something

Leon would always want to tie your shoes. Like if you plan on going someplace and you start putting on your shoes, he’d immediately stop you and put them on for you.

I think he would really enjoy getting his makeup done, but he’d play it off as if he hated it, when in reality he loved it. He would especially love it when you’d do his eyeliner, and you sit on his lap to get the best angle.

He definitely love taking you to theme cafes, even if he has no idea what it’s themed around. Like a Sanrio cafe, or something really cute like that.

And he would LOVE taking pictures of you wearing cute outfits.

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jojissalsa · 4 months

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masterlist

here's all my work and some wips i'm working on! enjoy ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

(please know that all dark content will be tagged, so do let me know if i ever forget to. much love!)

my AO3

re2!leon:

Birthday Girl

All Mine

re4!leon:

Perfect View

A Girl can Dream (part one) (WIP)

infinite darkness!leon:

Perfect Body, Pretty Face

Dangerous Game (part one, two, and three)

A Girl can Dream (part two) (WIP)

vendetta!leon:

Pretty When I Cry (WIP)

Anything you Like (WIP)

And if you were my little girl (WIP)

Be My Daddy (WIP)

death island!leon:

Give you the World (WIP)

Lipstick Stains (WIP)

drabbles:

husband!leon

on a honeymoon with re4!leon

cuddle fucking with leon

stepdad!leon rocking you in his lap

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dmitriene · 7 months

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ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ.

❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦2 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

❝ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ❞ 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘱𝘱.

❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴.

❝𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦❞ 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

Being the director of a prestigious company was challenging, but it came with a unique sense of power and control.

Your days were often filled with meetings, endless paperwork, and the responsibility of leading a large team.

However, under your professional appearance you had a secret desire that few people knew about.

You were drawn to the world of dominance and submission, and finding someone who shared your preferences and desires was not an easy task.

One day, during a short break at the office, you decided to browse a dating app created specifically for people with similar interests.

As you scrolled through the profiles, your heart skipped a beat when you came across a familiar pair of bright blue eyes.

It was Leon Kennedy — a young, handsome man with that innocent blue gaze that could melt anyone's heart, he was a diligent employee of the company, although relatively new.

At first you couldn't believe your eyes, thinking that Leon might have mixed up his dating apps by mistake or that someone was playing a joke on him — but when you looked at another photo on his profile, your surprise grew.

The photo showed his neck and collarbones adorned with small moles, but even more intriguingly, a blue collar with an adorable «good boy» inscription and a matching blue bone charm.

You knew you couldn't miss this opportunity.

Later in the evening, you sent him a message asking him to come to your office and help with some work matters.

When the appointed time arrived, Leon walked into your office and met your gaze for a moment, his shy demeanor was habitually evident and you knew he had no idea what was in store for him.

You instructed him to close the curtains on the transparent walls of your office, citing the need to examine something.

Leon readily completed the task, but as soon as he finished, he was called to your side and without hesitation, he complied, clearly not understanding what was happening.

His eyes widened in surprise and embarrassment when he saw his dating app profile on your computer screen

— «Leon» you began in a soft but authoritative voice — «Do you recognize the person in this profile?» you pointed at the dating app profile displayed on your computer screen.

He began to stutter, apologizing and making excuses, his cheeks flushed with guilt — «I… I didn't want you to see it» Leon muttered in a trembling voice.

You leaned closer, your voice was full of power — «And why's that, Leon? Were you trying to hide something from me?»

Leon's gaze slid between your eyes and the screen and he swallowed loudly — «No.. not really… i just… i didn't know you were into that kind of thing»

A sly smile played on your lips as you reached out and tugged on his tie, pulling him closer until he was forced to kneel in front of you.

Your hands gently squeezed his shoulders, coaxing a submissive whine and confusion from him.

— «Leon, there's a lot you don't know about me» you purred, drawing patterns on his collar with your fingers — «But now, that you've seen it, there's no going back»

Leon nervously clenched his knees and the fabric of his trousers, looking down with a mixture of shame and anticipation as more apologies poured from his lips, trying to justify his actions, but you silenced him by gently lifting his chin with your finger.

You stroked his cheek, your touch soothing, and whispered that he had nothing to be afraid of.

— «Leon» you said in a firm but reassuring voice — «You don't have to apologize, you were just looking for your owner, weren't you?»

Leon's eyes sparkled with realization and he nodded, his cheeks turning redder, to which you smiled warmly at him and continued to stroke his hair as if he were your beloved pet.

— «Such a good boy» you cooed and your voice was full of love — «You've been trying so hard to find me.. why don't you become my puppy instead of searching in this app with no guarantee that you'll find the right person?»

You continued to stroke his hair, running your fingers through the soft strands as you watched his transformation unfold before you, his face grazing slightly against your arm.

Leon had just volunteered himself to you, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of power and desire flow through your veins.

— «Good, good boy» you purred, rewarding him with your love and approval — «Now you belong to me»

The air in your office was saturated with unspoken desire, and you continued to stroke and praise him.

As the director of the company, you continued to carry out your duties with the same dedication, but now you had something even more valuable — a loyal and devoted puppy who knelt before you, eager to obey your every command.

And for Leon, he found not just an owner, but a real partner who valued him as the obedient and loving «good boy» that he was.

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ovaryacted · 3 months

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I’m not even trying to be funny right now but I just burst into tears thinking about RE2R Leon. He really was just a baby. LIKE LOOK AT HIM?? OH MY GOD 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

#ovaryacted thoughts #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil 2 #re2 leon kennedy #HES SUCH A BABY #HE SHOULDVE BEEN AT THE CLUB MAN #PLEASEEEEEE 💔#guys I miss him #and I’m sad about it okay #bye I love him

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bnhxx · 10 months

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Coming out of my shell to say that I'm petitioning to be Leon's annoying little sister

Some platonic sibling hcs under the cut!!

Warnings: Platonic! Au, a little bit of sibling violence and A LOT of sibling banter, mentions of ptsd, drinking and alcoholism and events in RE2 and RE4

It's always I want him to rail me! I want his babies! And I can respect that I can I can but...have you ever considered being his annoying little baby sibling that adopts him as your new family member 😇

Like yeah nah bro I wanna annoy him and tease him for having no rizz AT ALL and just all around annoy tf outta him 😤

Like he's an orphan but not AnYmOrE, scooping this traumatised boy up and making him WISH he never met you but also is weirdly protective you who "adopted" him as their "sibling", and now won't stop saying "point and laugh!" out loud everytime he does smth stupid in the middle of the office when hes back from a mission.

Like, please he just needs an annoying little sibling in his life, I know I can't fix him but by God can I be the annoying little sister he so desperately needs in his life

Like....I KNOW his heels have never known the wrath of MY FEET clipping his shoes up when he's walking too slow but he NEEDS to 😭😭😭 I need to post this and find my PEOPLE

Also I feel like being a sibling vibe you'd have tagged along as a civilian in RE2, also not knowing what the fuck was going on but hey, you're in this fucked up shit together now ig. 🤷‍♀️ And you have some family/friends out of state so after the event you take him to chill at a beach or smth w your family/friends bc you're both well deserving of a fucking break while this ptsd hits the both of you

n everyone talks about how fucking awkward he was w Sherry in game but ayo hes REALLY feeling it now...

Like you're joking when you're like "it's like you've never been to one of these Leon 🤨"

N he just looks at you like "Yeah I haven't 😐"

AND YOU KAHSJEVDHEKEHEJE

"You're like 😶....bro....you have now been absorbed.....as my older brother"

And he's like 🧐🧐🧐 at first bc what??? How do I interact w these ppl??? Why me???? but ofc they love him, he's RE2 Leon and although he's super fucking traumatised and still awkward asf he just wants to make a good impression on his friends' close ones

Also he's like sitting there like damn,,,,,I wish I had that 😔

So you're like wELP noW yoU dO 🤪

And of course they're super grateful to him bc he saved you so they treat him nicely but he kinda gets that a lot so he's just like 🧍

So after you tell them hes now your older brother you've deemed it so 🤗 they just start to treat him like that and he just, doesn't know what to do??? Do I salute them, (y/n)???

Do it make him salute them for at least three weeks until you tell him absolutely no one does that and he was stupid for ever believing you 😈

Tbh I feel like this would work for the first couple of times until he mentions it at work in passing n everyone's like 🤨,,,,so then the next time he sees you he just has that pissed off older sibling face and he's coming for you so you better have ran like you did in Raccoon City kahsjehs 🏃‍♀️💨

But yeah after a while you guys stay in touch, he's training and drowning his pain with alcohol and you're trying to get him into more healthier ways of dealing w his pain as well as laughing at him kshsjdhsjs

your just sort of there to support him even when he's pushing you away bc no idiot I will not leave you alone when you're training I will watch and I will LAUGH when you fall. But I will also cheer you on when you win and give you my favourite hello kitty bandaid if you ever get hurt 🥰

And he's super grateful?? Bc your like this stable sort of annoying person who's there for him no matter what.

Like he knows he can come to yours to crash if he's had one too many drinks to holds his hair when he's puking his guts out hungover.

Yes you are there in the morning to laugh and yell at him for being stupid but he also saw the glass of water you left on the couch next to the ibuprofen and chuck bucket for him. And the little blankets and they you always seem to have waiting on him when he arrives

Yes you will be there to do it all over again if he comes walking to your place after he's drunk again.

And Yes, you will also be there to show him all the dumb photos you took of him drunk on your Kodak once they get developed and cackle in his face 😈

He like actually learns to take a load off with you and relax a little bc you have a bond and you weren't just saying that when you took his ass on holiday, you really meant you'd be there for him and it means a lot to him bc he's never really had that stability in his life before 😔

Also bc the trauma bonding you just get him ✨️ like you can both relate to the horrors you saw and what you unknowingly found out about Umbrella.

Like maybe you work w him in the field or just as an archivist or smth but you're helping him w this cause too, dealing w the same or similar shit he's been dragged into so ofc you guys form a bond w each other.

And so by the time RE4 rolls around imagine you're like talking him through his mission on the radio n he's soo serious around Ashley and Luis so you can't help it you burst out laughing bc he's so stiff, and he's like THIS is a LIFE and DEATH siTuAtiOn now do your fUcKiNg jOb SeNd me tHe coOrDiNatEs

And you're like okay okay grumpy pants 😈 I'll give you the coordinates but you have to say pwetty pwease w a cherry on top for me 🥰

If it were anyone else he'd turn the radio off and find it himself but bc he does care for you, and you're like the only stable platonic thing he's had in ages he's like cursing and swearing until he FINALLY caves in and does it

So you give him the coordinates and just as he's about to go back to almost dying your like "I got that recorded fyi" and he's just 😤😤😤 at Luis for no real reason other than his 'little shit of an adopted sibling' kwhsjshdhd

But also imagine randomly calling him constantly bc you're really worried for him bc this time your not there with him and it scares you

And he's like, I'm not dying here bc who else is gonna put up w your shithead behaviour??? n you're just like, 'aww Leon!! 🥺🥺'

So hes like 'yeah so stfu and let me do my mission 😤' but you swear you can hear the smile in his voice through the radio

OR if you're there, with him it's even MORE chaos kshdjdhdjdn

Like imagine Luis flirting w you n him being all protective older brother on you, n you're just like 🙄 siblings amirite, btw Leon that's a prime example of how to properly rizz someone up you loser 😇 n your not running from ganados this time your running from him (again) 🏃‍♀️💨

If you engage in sibling violence he's like, you haven't hit me once this whole mission n you're like, I'm giving you a vacation since we're running for our godamned lives out here n hes thinking like 🥺 my shins have never know rest like this before since I met you 🥺

but he just gives you a little smirk 'heh' or some one liner and that's it he did it to himself his shins indeed do NOT know rest 💀

Being teased by him more and more as he matures but dw, you're always there to annoy him back 😇 and run tf away when he gives that older sibling look like he's about to wreck your shit for ever thinking of crossing him lajsjsjsbs

#leon s kennedy #RE2 leon #re4 leon kennedy #RE2 leon kennedy #re4 leon #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon x y/n #platonic #.hc #spreading my WINGS w these tags #im deadass when i said i need to find my people please im begging #i cannot be the only one who wants to be a younger sibling to this man #mb its bc carlos and jill have me in an absolute CHOKEHOLD but...#i just saw this man in the RE4 remake like...lemme annoy him #PLEASE #luis makes it sm more easier to see how much fun it would be #endless hours of entertainment 😈

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xmortuarykittyx · 7 months

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Ever Unlocked

Part 7: Birthdays and… Balloons?

Part 6: As Does the Sun Shine

pairing: Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!Reader

warnings: mention of female and male anatomy, dark thoughts, again this is a slow burn book so Leon won’t be dark this early on and the smuttier parts will be more later on as their relationship starts to become more, i really want this to be played out as a book rather than just a few parts <3

Coffee, now cold, sitting in the plastic cup on Leon's desk. He'd forced down about one third of it, before he couldn't withstand the bitterness. His eyes closed tight as he took his last sip, forcing the black coffee down his throat with a repressed gag. Was the illusion of fitting in really worth the vile taste that bit at his taste buds? His fingers placed the cup back down, a soft thud coming from the wooden desk as the paper cup met its surface. How did anyone drink this? His nose scrunched at the memory of the earthy flavor. A steamed bean that tasted as a strong as it smelt, nauseating. His eyes moved from his cubicle, looking to the other officers. Some were kicked back, black boots atop their desk as their arms folded behind their heads, chatting mindlessly about whatever thought slid across their mind. Leon hadn't truly gotten too close to most of his colleagues, yet. He did, however, like Lieutenant Branagh. The man was always so stern, but Leon found a way into his more kind moments. Weaseled his way into the Lieutenant's close circle of officers.

His eyelids drooped, falling back to the pile of papers before him, feeling the overbearing weight of the files before him. He couldn't focus, his mind was already wavering from one thing to another and soon all the inked words looked like blurs. His fingers dug into his eyes, wiping away the imaginary film that blocked his pupils from distinguishing letter from letter. He pressed his lips together, his body ached for something, he wasn't sure what it wanted but he couldn't just sit here anymore. Standing up, his hand brushing down the blue material of his uniform shirt, straightening out the still, slightly, stiff fabric. He hadn't worn this one in as much as he had the others, it was still crisp. It was even a bit itchy as Leon bit back a groan.

A mere stroll, he was simply trying to stretch his legs. The dull ache in his legs needed to be coaxed out as he passed by the same dark oak door. His eyes on the plaque that hung, face level, in front of him. 'Coroner's Office'. He'd been growing familiar with the office, the cold feeling it gave off as he heard shuffling on the other side of the door. He didn't want to seem clingy, despite his already near adhesive behavior towards her. He was like a piece of gum that didn't want to be scraped from her shoe. He clung to any piece of her his sticky mind could reach, be it a look here or there, an offer to take her to work or pick her up coffee, an uninvited trip to her apartment and a soft touch after his hand slammed a mug into the back of her head.

He wondered if she remembered, did she know he was there and she was just too nervous to say anything? Surly not, he wondered if, without his direction, she already assumed it was a dream. If not, he'd slide in her comfort show, one that showed home invasions often, he had sat down to watch a few episodes after their talk that night, her little ramble about how she always came home on weekends and binged the seasons she'd seen already, far too many times. He liked to watch her ramble, going on about a detective who was brainy and wise, how much she thought the character was similar to him and then to if he ever wanted to go higher into the criminal justice system. He could listen to her prattle for ages and never become tired of hearing her voice. He was an addict for her, Leon never thought himself the kind to be over come by an addiction. He didn't smoke cigarettes and maybe sometimes he over indulged into the bottle on occasion, but to say he was addicted, that would mean he needed a substance. His substance was her.

"You gonna day dream all day, Kennedy?", he heard a mellow voice from behind him, breaking his thoughts away from the girl just on the other side of the door. "You know, you still have reports to turn in.", Lieutenant Marvin Branagh, the African American man stood behind him as Leon tilted his head to look behind him. "Yes, Lieutenant. I was just stretching my legs before i finished them up, sir.", always the good boy, always the yes man. Leon made sure he gave respect where it was due and Branagh deserved respect for how well he treated the officers in RPD. "I'm just pulling your leg, you've got plenty of time.", the man laughed, placing his hand on his khaki clad hip. "I was looking for you. I wanted to invite you to my little girl's birthday. She's turning 5, I'm inviting the whole precinct.", Leon could see how much Marvin was excited for this birthday party. "The sun's shining for once and i think my little girl wants to have a pool party. Bring yourself and a plus one...", Branagh's eyes narrowed, a knowing smirk crossing his lips. "Maybe that little assistant girl?", Leon's cheeks lit up as his lips turned down. "Why would you assume-", he started to raise his hand to wave off what the Lieutenant suggested. "Don't act like you haven't brought her to work and taken her home the past two days. I know what you're doing, I was young once.", Marvin knew Leon was trying to charm the girl. "Bring her, it's tomorrow at 3pm. Bring a swimsuit and an appetite. My wife makes the best potato salad and i'm going to throw some meat onto the grill.", with that and another knowing look, Marvin walked away from the younger officer. "I better see her there.", he called over his shoulder, voice bounding off the walls and echoing. Leon winced, silently praying she hadn't heard the Lieutenant through the door.

"A birthday party, for Lieutenant Branagh's daughter?", she looked up at Leon, tapping a file onto her desk, her other hand holding a paper clip ready to slide it onto the papers once they fell into place. "I'd love to go with you.", her eyes crinkled as the corner of her mouth quirked up. A shocked breath fell from Leon's lips, it's not like he truly expected a no, but she hadn't been too familiar with the other officers. He knew she was shy and even a little anxious, she didn't even order for herself at the coffee place this morning. Leon noticed she was fidgeting and seemed a little more nervous than in the car and opted to order for her.

"Maybe we can stop by and pick her up a gift and some balloons. I know i loved balloons when i was a kid.", she slid her chair back, placing the file into an open file cabinet, before pushing it closed and twisting the key to lock it back. Upon hearing his silence, she turned to look over her shoulder, "So, that's a no to balloons?", she asked, wondering if his lack of answer was due to the floating, helium filled rubber. "We'll definitely get balloons, so long as i don't have to fill them up.", his head was slightly tilted, giving him an extra air of innocence. "Ballons it is then.", she chuckled, looking at his slightly obvious stare. "You gonna blink any time soon?", she was bold, for once. Leaning onto her elbow as she slid her chair back to its respective spot.

He didn't want to blink, not for a second as he watched her slide, the slight bump over the rolling mat that was placed under her desk made her breasts bounce slightly, causing his eyes to divert to the movement. Her breasts looked so soft, the shirt cut off the rest of his view. Her valley between her mounds tempted him to bury his head between them, pressing kisses to the flesh. Yeah... sorry-", he shook his head, eyes flickering up to the window, golden rays of sunshine bounced into the room. "It looks like a pretty day today, I hope it stays that way for tomorrow.", he cleared his throat, hand pulling at the collar of his shirt. "I'm sure it will.", she glanced over to where he was looking, small particles of dust flew through the rays of sunshine, causing a peaceful look to takeover the usually dark office.

"It's a pool party, did i mention that?", his voice broke the calm silence. Her eyes snapping up to him, her hands reaching for the next file. "No, but that sounds great.", great to her, he got to see her in a bathing suit and his dick nearly twitched to life at the thought. He got to see her in a, hopefully, sexy, yet modest bathing suit. Although, so did all the other officers who'd be there. That thought, in and of itself, made him sick. Who were they to look at what was his? He liked that she stayed away in the office, away from his coworkers, but what when other officers realized just how sweet and naive- pretty, she was? Would she like all that attention on her very womanly figure or would she be shy and try to cover herself up? "Yeah, sounds great to me too.", he hummed, his lips pushed together as he gazed back at the window.

"I can pick you up for the party?", a few moments later, it seemed he was always the one to break the silence, but he had to hear her more. "Are you sure, Leon?", she squinted her eyes, he was always picking her up, it felt like she didn't even need a car anymore. "I'm sure, i've been to the Lieutenant's home before, i know the way and it saves you the chance of getting lost on the way. It's on the outskirts of Raccoon.", he moved back over, stepping to the side and sitting in the chair his butt has become so close with. The red upholstery welcomed his back like an old friend. "Only if you're sure.", she gave him a look of uncertainty; she felt bad he was always going out of his way to do things for her or come see her. "I can give you some gas money.", she had a soft twinkle in her eyes when she looked back up at him. His hand waved her off, dismissively, before she even finished the word 'gas'. "No, i'm offering to take you.", he really put some effort behind saying 'offering', "if you really want to pay me back for taking you... let me come by your place again. I really enjoyed our little tea party.", a smirk pulled at his lips, slightly teasing her about their first night together- their only night together that she was aware of.

"How about-", she leaned over the desk; his eyes getting a clear shot down her shirt before he looked back up at those doe eyes of hers. "after that party, you and i go back to mine and we can have a movie night? We can order pizza in and maybe even get a few beers- if you drink that is.", she offered, leaning back in her chair as it squeaked with her weight. Leon's finger pressed to his clef chin, eyes dancing as he hummed. "Let me see...", he looked down at his watch, which had nothing to do with anything. "i've got a pretty busy schedule...", his tone was playful but muted. She couldn't help but laugh, even if she got turned down, his overtly dramatic show was just too cute. "but-", he lifted his finger, then pointed it at her. "I think I can make some time to spend with a pretty girl like you.", it was his turn to be bold. Her cheeks nearly felt like he'd struck a match near them, her eyes as wide as saucers as she stared at him. He called her a pretty girl, she thought he'd said it before it this time. With his very obvious flirting, it made her feel warm and tingly. "Well... I think we have a movie date-", the word date slipped her lips before she even registered the underlying intention to the word. Mentally, he was kicking his feet in joy, screaming that she was finally his, well... as much of his as a first date goes. He wanted to do it better, some place fancy and escort her to a nice restaurant, maybe take her to the botanical gardens but this would do. They'd have plenty of time for those nicer dates later. He'd be in her home once more, this time in a welcomed way.

"Oh, Leon.", she spoke up softly. "I had this really weird dream.", she shuffled, her hands going under her butt to keep her skirt down as she adjusted herself in the office chair. He could sense she was nervous to talk about this 'dream.' he had a feeling he knew what was coming next and he could feel his pulse start to quicken. "Oh, really? Do you want to tell me about it?", he leaned into her, his head now passing the edge of her desk. "Unless, of course, you're not comfortable. I just-", he was going to tell her that it's okay- "No, it was about you.", maybe, her inviting him to come back over had subconsciously struck a nerve in her. "You were in my kitchen and-", she bit back her next words, her lip pulled between her teeth. "It's so silly, i don't even know why i'm telling you.", she felt ashamed to have dreamt something like this and to tell him at that. She felt foolish. "It's okay.", his voice was calm, feigning ignorance as he knew what she was about to say and he could see the guilt she felt from thinking it was him, to which it was, but she didn't need to know that. Her hands played with her skirt seam as she looked up at him. "You were just there and i came home to you in my kitchen. You... grabbed me and it scared me, really bad.", she couldn't even look at him, her eyes zeroed in on a pencil holder.

"I'd never hurt you, bunny.", there's that nickname, that nickname made from her naive, idiotic nature. To her it sounded so reassuring and kind, understanding even. To anyone who knew the boiling thoughts that rose to his mind at any slight moment, it sounded like a lie, a manipulation used to bring her comfort in a trying time that he, himself, had caused her. "I'd never, ever, hurt you, bunny.", his head tilted, almost like he was hurt that she would think such thing.

Maybe, just maybe, he was too good at this. That pretty, sweet boy was a wolf in sheep clothing, comforting his prey. "I know.", she let out a sigh mixed with a scoff, "maybe i need to lay off that stupid crime show.", she let out a airy laugh, her eyes finally meeting his. "I trust you, Leon.", oh, what a mistake she had made, those words nearly knocked Leon into an orgasmic state of mind. She trusted him. How, she would come to regret that decision. Her trust lay in the open palm of a man who was slowly changing, his frontal lobe near a rework. He'd never been this way before, but his body was slowly cresting that thin line between love and obsession, that clarity and delusion.

"You won't regret it, my sweet little bunny."

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