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banquetwriter · 9 months

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୨୧ stupid expensive couch ୨୧

pairing: rookie!Leon Kennedy ♡︎fem + AFAB!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡, not proof read, smut, feeling of abandonment, implied non aftercare, crying after sex (lol), just so much smut lmg

summary: ʚ after hooking up with your best friend once, you two have to finally admit your feelings ɞ

words: 5019

AN: This is a very OOC representation of rookie leon just leave me alone <3, HEAVILY inspired by this audio :>also consent is not specifically asked for in this fic however it’s implied reader and leon have hooked up before and consent and boundaries were set then, neither party was taken advantage of!!

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“Leon, why aren’t you eating more of your going-away cake?” you mumble through the sheer fullness you felt. Leon's face flushed red from the alcohol, he shakes his head furiously “You can’t keep feeding me this stuff! It has so much sugar in it I swear!” Leon commented pointing to it. “What? Scared you're gonna get fat and they're gonna turn you away at the door? You have to be fit to be a policeman you know.” you mumble, taking yet another sip of your drink. The alcohol seemingly scratches your throat on the way down. “Mmm fuck.” you mumble setting your drink down.

Leon gives you a fake and dramatic scoff, “I'm not gonna get fat from some horrible “cheese-cake” he mumbles with air quotes. “Hey, what's with the quotes?” you ask, biting your lip slightly and tracing the rim of your glass. “This isn’t cheesecake, y/n! It’s just candy!” he tells you leaning back on your couch.

Ugh, the couch, your boyfriend- well… ex-boyfriend bought it. It was always the same with you, going after guys who never usually meant much to you. It’s not like you wanted to use them, you just wanted to fall in love! In love with anybody else except for Leon, your best friend in the whole wide world.

Your best friend was moving to fucking Racoon City for fucks sake. “Whatever Leon, how are you feeling?” you ask through a small giggle, tilting your head to the side. Leon looks up at you, his eyes slowly filling with thoughts. That's always something you have known about him, as expressionless as his face tends to be; you can always see in his eyes what's wrong. Your eye contact only holds for a moment before he looks down at the base of your coffee table.

He lets out a deep sigh before looking up again, this time not at you. You could see it, he was searching for words. “I'm nervous I mean, they tell me to stay away from the place the week I'm about to start? What does that mean? I’ve already looked it up but I can't find anything online about it.” he rambles, standing up.

The alcohol must have hit him… you let out a small giggle. “I meant the drinks, Leon,” you say eyes following his pacing. “Oh… well fine then. I’m barely even buzzed,” he says walking back over to the couch and sitting down. You smile looking down, Leon lets out a borderline pornographic moan as he lays back on the couch. “My god Leon!” you exclaim looking at him.

He lets out a toothy grin, “Hey this couch is very comfortable… are you still paying this thing off?” He asks, sitting back up again, reaching for his drink. You open your mouth to tell him that you did not pay a penny for it and instead your ex-’boyfriend’ bought it for you because he was *going* to move in before you broke up with him.

Leon doesn’t let you get a word out though, he moves the cup down from his lips and swallows. “Oh wait I forgot your boyfriend bought it for you heh, you little couch princess,” he mumbles the last part into the cup before drinking again. Ah Leon, ever the flirt. “No Leon I didn’t pay for the couch and me and *him* broke up,” you say avoiding his eyes and taking a swig yourself. This was not going to be an easy conversation.

“Oh..” Leon's voice was quiet as he looked down at the table. No matter how drunk or unexpressive he may be, it was clear to you the disappointment and regret on his face. Your stomach suddenly swirled, maybe you shouldn't have eaten so much of that cheesecake and then used it to soak up alcohol. You quickly set the glass down nervously rubbing your sides.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know.” He mumbles, gesturing with his hands. “It’s ok Leon, honestly it's been a few months,” you confess, looking at him. You can feel a small anger bubble in him. “Fuck really? You wanna talk about it?” he asks scooting ever so closely. Your heart falls as he shifts forwards. Fuck you thought, booze was liquid confidence. You were feeling very confident, just dizzy.

“No, not really,” you mumble feeling the heat from his body. He was so warm… I mean in a heated apartment in jeans and a sweatshirt… plus he was probably drunk right now. “You care, Leon?” you ask, a small amount of surprise seeps up through your throat and into your words. His eyebrows furrow. “Yes of course I fucking care. I mean it makes sense you two broke up I mean fuck it's getting pretty late, there are drinks and well he isn’t here you know? I wouldn't be comfortable letting you go have drinks with another guy late at night if we were dating.” he says, moving his elbows to his mid-thighs and using his hands to talk.

He doesn’t seem to know what he is saying. You two dating, god it sounds like a bad nightmare being desperately in love with your best friend and him joking about dating you. You're not sure what to say, your mouth is drying up. “You couldn't have told me this when we called the other week?” he asks, getting loud. Fuck, no not the calls. The calls you two would spend together with each other for hours, desperately flirting with him even when you were ‘dating’ someone.

Again you go to open your mouth but just like on the calls you can’t bring yourself to say anything, it would ruin it all. “I knew you weren’t doing in a good place but fuck y/n you don’t tell me anything anymore. I know what you said ok, about us being different after we did what we did but I thought we were still best friends!” he rambles, his alcohol fueling his anger. A raging fire that's been there for some time.

‘After we did what we did’ are words you never wanted to hear tonight. It hadn't been your fault entirely; it takes two people to tango. But taking your best friend's virginity and then leaving before he even fell asleep after… you felt sick. You hadn't meant for it to happen, you didn’t want it to go down the way it did. You were barely giving him anything as he is near crying from happiness… The L bomb nearly slipped out.

The memories from that night flooding back to you. Your drunk brain is finally losing the internal battle you fought with yourself. Finally pulling him in for a kiss. Telling him that it would change us. It didn’t seem to matter to him though. It was disappointing, for both of you… You only had the guts to go so far before you backed out.

Jerking him off then telling him you couldn't deal with anymore that night, letting him lay down, and then leaving him in that stupid hotel. You swallowed thickly being brought back to the present. A not-so-innocent Leon looking back at you. “Leon I-” you finally started your voice shaky, “No don’t ‘Leon’ me! Why don’t you tell me anything anymore? For Christ's sake, I didn’t even know you had broken up with your boyfriend. I know that dress y/n… when you get sad you buy things, for yourself or your apartment. If you bought something new you would have worn it tonight, for me but you didn’t. You’re wearing that fucking dress…” he points to you, you look down really it wasn’t anything bold. Very simple in fact. Just a tight black dress with a red streak on the side.

Your face heated up. God, he knew you so well. “I knew something was wrong because I saw all your new apartment decorations y/n, I saw them on the call ok? You would never normally buy this shit. I knew you were struggling and I couldn't bear to ask you if you were ok because I already knew the answer to that question. If I had asked you that question,” he leaned in forward. His breath was laced with sweets and liquor… “You would have lied and told me you were doing fine,” he says almost out of breath.

You were out of words watching him, he had stepped back now going back to his pacing. You bit your lip looking at him, he was waiting for you, To say something, anything you supposed. You couldn't keep disappointing him. “It’s always been the same for me, Leon! What else do you want to hear?” you question trying to ignore the sadness weighing on your chest.

“Please talk to me y/n! You never talk anymore, you never tell me anything and it makes me wonder…” he starts and you can almost see tears in his eyes. “Wonder?” you ask. “Yes y/n wonder, do you ever talk about me anymore? I know we aren’t in school anymore but you still talk to people from school I know you do!” he almost shouts. God why? Why did he have to know you so well>

“Do you ever mention my name? Does anyone else mention my name? Ask how I am. What do you say y/n? Do you say ‘Oh Leon is doing great he is gonna be a cop!’ Is that what you say knowing you don’t know me anymore?” he asks chest heaving. Fuck he looked so pretty all worked up like this. You couldn't help but think about him like that. It’s how you got into this mess in the first place.

The truth was you didn’t talk about him with anyone, no one except yourself. You couldn't bear it, saying anything about him that is. You would ruin things if you did. “Did you tell him about me? Your couch-buying boyfriend?” it was clear he was jealous as he always has been. He is a gentle person when he wants to be. Never telling you how when a guy would wrap his arms around you it made him sick. He never said it but you saw it in his eyes, you knew it was true. “Did you tell any of your ‘boyfriends’ about me? Huh? About how you fucked me?” he asks, his voice going quiet.

His chest fell and rose. His anger flowed out of him. “Leon I’m so-” you try to stand up too, but again his eyes betray him. Guilt floods over his features. “No please I’m sorry I shouldn't have said all that, I know it’s not what you wanted to hear.” His voice was soft, unlike the borderline yelling from his a second ago. “You know I always promise myself I’m never gonna see you again, you know?” he asks, sitting down again. Your heart falls even deeper into your body.

“I promise myself every time I leave here that this will be the last time. I will leave and never come back until you're marrying some stupid rich guy. Every time I see your name on my phone asking to call my heart fucking sinks. Because you have trapped me, and I can’t get out. I know that I can’t hold myself back when I see you. I will flirt and plead and beg for you even if you don’t see it. God I want you so fucking bad.” he mumbles, burying his face into his hands.

Your heart is thumping. You're so scared, this is all you have ever wanted. Maybe you didn’t need to be so scared… “It always goes the same way for me, Leon,” you mumble, he peaks up at you moving his fingers from covering his eyes. Your head was spinning with nerves, your brain screaming at you not to tell him what you so desperately wanted to. Your heart was pleading for something else… and for the first time. You listened to your heart.

“I always fall for some stupid guy who turns out isn’t what I want so I freak out and break up with whoever it is. I never like the guys I date because, well I don't want to date them! I want to date you, so badly. No guy can ever replace you. And I’m so sorry I do this to you. This little cat-and-mouse game. I keep pulling you along for shit I know I shouldn't. I’m sorry for ever fucking you in the first place. I should have done it right… you looked so fucking perfect that night. You were just wanting to be loved by me and I screwed it all up. I got scared so I ran. It's what I always do.” you ramble letting your years-long feelings finally seep to the surface.

Leon was still covering his face with his hands but you can tell by his dreamy eyes that he is happy. Of course, he is. “But I'm trapped too, I ran from you only to run right back. You never want to see me again because of the way I push and pull you.” you sit back down facing him finally. “Flirting with you because I can’t bear to let you go completely yet I can’t commit enough to be with you because I’m so scared. I would do anything to change that night, to give it my all, and love you the way you deserve. But I can’t go back. I can only try and fix what I have done now.” you had started crying. Your face is tear-stained.

The room went silent minus your occasional sniffles and deep breaths. Leon slowly drops his hands from his face, a very big red blush dusting beautifully on his features. You give a small breathless chuckle licking your lips slightly. The silence seemed like it filled the room. A small tension sewing its way between the two of you.

“Thank you. For uhh saying that. I thought about that night a lot since it happened. It felt like my dream was coming true but it wasn’t. Jesus, I even cried after you left. You must think I'm so pathetic.” he mumbles wiping his hands on his face. Your face fell, “I don't think your pathetic Leon.” you say scooting next to him and grabbing his hands.

His face looking at yours. “I'm so sorry for what I put you through, and you're very brave. I mean fuck, you want to risk your life to help others. You're Not pathetic for crying after I left. Ok?” you spoke in a hushed serious tone. That was a rare occurrence for you and Leon. He just smiled nodding slightly but you weren’t gonna have that. Your hand comes up to his jaw, “Ok?” you ask again, and he gives you a sheepish smile. “Yeah ok,” he mumbles, this Leon contrasted the one from earlier. He was mad or loud and he was happy.

A tone seemed to have shifted between you too. “Do you think we should try that night over again?” you ask, letting your eye fall into a half-lidded pose. You lean towards him. His eyes widen ever so slightly, you could almost hear his heart rate increase. “What?” he asks. Oh how different this Leon was… so shy and cute.

You smirk, pushing his arms over his head. You used the pressure your hands had to hoist yourself on his lap. “W-Hat are you doing? Why are you getting on my lap?” he whined, unconsciously bucking his hips as you slid onto him. “Shhh,” you whisper smirking, pressing your finger against his mouth. He gives you the most pathetic look staring up at you.

You move your finger from his mouth, leaning down. Leon leaned forward, his lips meeting yours. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as a whine left his mouth. Your hand slowly moved to his neck squeezing it just a little. His hands found your hair entangling with his right hand while his left hand gripped your neck.

He was already getting worked up, his dick hardening underneath you. You moved back letting yourself catch your breath. “You told me you play a game of cat and mouse with me right?” he mumbled, biting his baby pink lips. “Good job listening,” you mumble in a condescending tone. Leon's eyes shift to an intense stare.

“I wouldn't mind if we kept playing… you as the cat and me as the mouse?” he asks, his voice raising in pitch, batting his eyelashes. You smirk, “Yeah I think I can arrange that baby.” you say pushing yourself off of his lap and walking over into your room. Leon smirks watching you walk to your room.

After a minute has passed you hear Leon’s voice from your living room. “What's taking so long?” you playfully roll your eyes. “Hold tight Leon!” you yell from, chuckling slightly. Leon shifts in his seat with anticipation. He couldn’t wait for whatever you had planned for him. He heard your soft patterns come out of your room and he turned his head. He saw you had a rope in your hand. “When the fuck did you get a rope?” he asks, looking at it.

Your hand leaves the rope to land a smack across his face. Leon whimpers at the impact, “Fuck I’m sorry, you can tie me up.” he whines out bucking his hips. “Good boy,” you murmur, rubbing your hands against his face. “Can I get naked please?” he asks, trying to give you the most innocent eyes possible.

It seemed to have worked because you started pulling down his pants and boxers. He took this as a yes and took his shirt off. He was now completely bare sitting against the very comfortable couch. “Can I tie you up now?” you ask, admiring his body. “Fuck yeah you can, god I wanna be your whore so badly,” he whined. You raised your eyebrow at his enthusiasm. He put his hands behind his back for you. You push his head down exposing the back of his neck.

You began tying his hands together and kissing his neck. “Ahh fuck.” he mumbles feeling the fibers burn his wrists. You fist a bit of the hair on the back of his pulling his head back up. You let your fingers trace over his thighs, moving slowly towards Leon’s almost completely rock-hard cock. It was flushed with pink and dripping with pre-cum.

You leaned down kissing him again finally letting your hand glide up to his cock. Gripping the base of it, Leon moaned into your mouth. You moved your hand painfully slow up and down on his cock. “Fuck please…” he whimpered. You pulled away from him, “Please I need to see you too.” he whined out of breath.

You pushed his shoulders back so he hit the couch. You slid the dress off your body revealing your entire body. You had decided against wearing panties. Leon’s eyes raked over you. “Fuck I should have known you wouldn’t wear any panties. You knew you were gonna fuck me huh?” he growled looking at you.

You slapped him again, his blush matching the bright red color on the right side of his face he adored. “Fuuuck,” he mumbled, looking back at you. “Please let me see your fucking pussy.” he whined trying to buck his hips into the air, his cock slapping his tummy. “Yeah, you wanna see my pussy? Yeah?” you asked, leaning down to Leon who was rapidly shaking his head ‘yes’. “Please, please, please Mommy,” he begged, his face bright red.

You sat down right next to him, the pudge of your thighs touching his. You spread your legs apart. Leon gasping at your body. Your left hand moving back to his cock, your right hand moving to your clit. You moved both of your hands gathering your slick occasionally with your right hand.

Leon was in heaven breathing rapidly watching you pleasure yourself while jerking him off. It was fucking beautiful but this isn’t how he wanted to cum. “Please, let me eat you out…” he whined looking at you. You slowed your ministrations. “You don't wanna cum?” you asked with feigned pity. “I do but..” he whined looking at your fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. “Fuck I want you to use me. I want you to cum first please, god I will do anything.” his voice was exasperated.

Sweat dripped down his face, his lips swollen, cock red and dripping with his arousal. You bite your lip looking at him. “Fuck please oh my god I want you to sit on my face so bad.” he damn near screamed struggling against his ropes and bucking into the air. “Beg,” you murmur. “Please Mommy, you have to let me eat you out. I know you want to come, please let me do it. Fuck! Please please please!!” he was screaming now.

Your hand slapped over his mouth, tears rolling down his cheeks onto your hand. “You can eat me out baby calm down.” you ensure, staring at your sobbing partner. Cue the rapid “Thank yous/ your so good/ use me’s” he was dripping with tears, sweat, and precum. You straddled his head holding just about his face. “Are you sure Le- baby? I don't wanna crush you,” you say, hand rubbing the side of his face. “I WANT you to crush me, sit down please!” he begs trying to lift his head to your aching cunt.

You managed to keep his head down with your hand. “Ok baby if you're sure,” you murmur, you gently sit down. Your thighs smothering Leon’s face. You feel his tongue start moving in and out of your sopping cunt. You gasp feeling the burning pleasure slowly start building in your lower tummy.

“Leon- fuck.” you let out a whimper, white-knuckling the couch. You couldn't understand most of what Leon was screaming into your cunt but sounded a lot like. “Fuck fuck fuck! God your so cunt is so good. That's it ride my fucking face.” whatever he was saying was vibrating your clit making his tongue feel even better.

You went to sit up to give him some room to breathe but that was a mistake. “What are you doing, please? Come back I need you to use me like a free-use whore, fuck!” he was screaming again. Next to thrashing around for your cunt again.

Your hand landed on his cheek bringing him out of his tantrum. His pupils were blown, still gasping for breath. “You need to catch your breath before you get to eat me out again,” you warn. “I don't wanna breathe! Just fuck me!.” he growls. You bring your hand up to his throat squeezing. “Don't be mean you know you want to. I'm just a free dick and mouth for you. You and your beautiful body. I'm just here to please you. I’m just a fucking whore.” he whines at you, wrists burning from the rope.

“I'm not letting you taste my cunt again, just for that,” you growl, which makes his head spin. He can’t even throw another fit before you make him lay down. “Of course you make me lie down, you know my hands are still tied so I can’t do anything. M just a lil free use toy for my mommy.” he was teasing you…

You straddle his dick, slowly sinking into him. He unintentionally bucks up, dick hitting your cervix. “Ah, fuck I’m sorry I didn't mean to do that.” Leon mumbles and for the first time tonight gave you an earnest look. “Heh, it's ok Leon don't worry. Are you doing ok? Need anything right now?” he was balls deep inside of you and you were asking if needed anything…

Leon could have sworn he would have come just then. “No- no I’m good!” he says adjusting his hips, cock somehow slipping deep inside you. “Good,” you mumble, and you began moving up and down on him. Your hands brought up to your tits groping them.

“You like watching me play with myself on you baby?” you ask, to which he can only feverishly nod ‘yes’. Words have escaped Leon, his edging from earlier coming back in tenfold. “M gonna cum.” he whimpers out in fear. “Don’t wait for me first ok?” you mumble, feeling the coil in your tummy tighten your cunt hungrily absorbing Leon’s cock. “Fuck!” he shouts, wrists almost bleeding from how hard he was pulling them.

Leon’s brain was going completely blank, his neurons only able to produce TV static. “Please momma, you can come on my cock I know you can, fuck! You're so beautiful I can’t take it anymore! Just come Mommy for me please!” Leon begs his voice almost whispering.

“God your such a good fucking whore Leon,” you mumble, hands white knuckling the couch, bouncing your body up and down. Feeling your coil snap, cunt clenching around his cock. He clenches his jaw watching the most beautiful thing he has ever seen before in his life. Your eyes roll back with fever that makes him dizzy.

Your head falls back beads of sweat dripping on your face and neck. Cunt swallowing up his dick. Fucking hell he was in heaven. Your orgasm dies down, as you ride yourself through it. You are only able to give Leon a little nod, and he lets his orgasm rip through his body. “Fuck fuck fuck, y/n.” he whimpers, hot cum shooting inside of your cunt.

Both of you were breathing rapidly, eyes interlocking. “Good job Leon,” you mumble kissing his hairline. Slowly moving off of his dick cum leaking out of you. “Can you sit up for me?” you ask, trying not to let it come spilling off of your thighs. “Y-yeah,” he whispers while sitting up. His back was hot and sweaty. Beads of sweat dripped down.

You made quick work of the rope taking it off, your stomach turning slightly at the bright red and freshly bruised marks. You kiss his wrists ruffling his hair slightly. He gives you a puppy-like gleam, fuck he was so adorable. “Would you be ok if I left you for a second to clean up?” you asked, cupping his face.

“Mhm! I’ll be right here heh,” Leon said, you pulled him into a kiss before letting him go to clean yourself up. You went pee and grabbed a towel for him as well as a glass of water. You needed to do this right for him this time. You were going to make sure you never made the same mistake again twice.

Unfortunately, as you feared when you walked back into the living room Leon didn’t look ok. “Baby? Leon? Should I not have left? Are you ok?” you ask, rushing over to him, setting the water and towel down next to the couch. Leon's face was red but not with a blush but with tears. They prickled at the corners of his eyes, your arms pulling him close to you. A small sob racked through his body, hands covering his face as he fell into your touch.

“I’m so sorry Leon, I know this has probably been hard for you. I’m so sorry for that. I’m going to do better, I promise nothing we just did was real. It’s all pretend pretty boy. You're not a whore, your safe with me ok? I’m going to work hard to earn your trust ok?” you whisper into his ear, slowly stroking his hair. You know he can hear you, you also know letting him cry might be the best thing right now.

This no doubt has brought up a lot of feelings for him, and that's ok. “Can you try taking some deep breaths? You don’t have to stop breathing but I need you to breathe ok?” you ask in the softest voice you can muster. You place your hands on his chest. He nods against your thighs, wet tears smearing around. You can feel him calling himself down with the occasional hiccups. “Good job.” you praise kissing the back of his neck.

You coddled him for a few more minutes before he agreed to let you clean him up a bit. He sat like a kicked puppy on the couch letting you use the soft microfiber towel to clean around his groin and tummy. Holding his cup of water with both of his hands gulping some of it down.

He was quietly staring at your hands to clean him up. “Do you want a bath or a shower?” you ask, setting the towel on the side. “Um, can we have a shower please?” He asks, still feeling off from everything. You take his cup of water, set it down, and help him up to the shower, turning it on at the perfect temperature that nearly melted Leon as he stepped in.

“I’m sorry for crying, I just got reminded of that night. I felt so alone,” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed. “Hey don’t say sorry for crying I’m sure you felt a lot. Let’s get you clean ok?” he nods, before wrapping his arms around you. “I’m not sure how this is going to work between us but if you want I would love to be your boyfriend.” He whispers into your ear.

You pull away from the hug hot water dripping down your bodies. “I would love to be with you Leon,” you whisper, kissing him. His hands snake around your waist pulling you flush against him. The two of you melding your bodies together.

After a very loving shower to contrast the feelings of earlier you two got dressed (you forced Leon into one of your shirts that was too short for him but you certainly didn’t mind. His arms wrapped around you, his nose nuzzling into your neck. His soft snores filled the room. You never wanted to let go of this moment.

If only you two knew what lay ahead of Leon in Racoon City…

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almondcroissantsandink · 11 months

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he has a certain “oh golly good gracious” air about him that is absent in the later installations of the franchise

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owliellder · 7 months

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taking a moment to appreciate re2r leon with long hair cause i did that with re4r leon already

my soft spot is for re2r leon anyways, he's so baby girl and perfect and god i just want to hold him in my arms and tell him everything is gonna be okay

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folyxfanart · 8 months

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'The training'

#leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #rookie leon #jack krauser #re #resident evil #re4 remake #resident evil 4 remake #digital art #dunno if I'm satisfied with this #I almost gave up x)#folyxart

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stuckinthesun · 11 months

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You watch the cuffs click into place, the cool metal against your skin making you shiver a little, “You’re serious?”

“The possession of marijuana is illegal, Ma’am.” The officer said, gently leading you away from your car and toward his vehicle.

“It’s an old joint from when I was in high school!” You cried, turning to look at him. The man was very handsome, bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that looked soft.

Suddenly you got an idea.

“Wait wait, I can explain okay? If you can just let me explain officer…” You let the sentence hang, hoping he goes for the bait.

The man stops walking and sighs, “Kennedy, Officer Kennedy.”

If you could smirk without giving yourself away, you would.

“Officer Kennedy,” You repeat with a nod and give him a small smile, “I have an idea that I think will benefit both of us.”

“Oh really?” Kennedy asks, raising an eyebrow at you. He let’s go of your arm now, turning you to face him properly, “And what’s that?”

“Well,” You hummed and grabbed the hem of your skirt, pulling it up a little.

The officers eyes instantly track your movement, widening at the sight. Suddenly he’s standing in front of you, pushing you back a against the squad car a little, a looking around frantically like he’s scared someone will see.

“What are you doing?!” Kennedy hisses, pointedly not looking down and that only makes you smirk, “Someone could see!”

“Yeah, you.” You say, lifting your skirt higher.

He grabs the chain connecting your wrist and pushes it down, forcing your hands and skirt along with it, “Stop, I’m serious. I’m not going to do anything like that with you.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

With a smirk you tilt one of your hands up, brushing your finger along the obvious bulge forming in his uniform pants. Kennedy let’s out a surprised gasp, closing his eyes and involuntarily bucking his hips against you.

Again, you ask, “You sure?”

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m1sfist · 11 days

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"I want to watch you"

re2!Leon x fem!reader

notes: so like this is my first time ever writing a smut and actually posting it, I hope it's not too bad bare with me, I hope you like itt 🙏🙏

Reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

P1.

warnings: nsfw, smut w no plot, unprotected sex, hair pulling, praising, p in v, being watched while masturbating, not proof read, whimpering, blowjob, fingering, use of pet names, oral m!receiving, dirty talk

While she left the house to get some food, Leon is in his room touching himself again. suddenly he hears someone open the door, it's her. He quickly puts his precum-coated cock in his pants, the bulge noticeable in his sweatpants and a precum stain is forming on his pants. He desecretly puts his hand on his erection rubbing it and praying that she doesn't notice. But she does.

"W-what are you doing home so soon?" he says with a breathy voice trying to hide the fact he was just touching himself to her.

"I forgot my wallet..." She looks confused about why he's acting so weird.. but then she realizes.

"You couldn't wait for me to get home could you..." she says while locking the door behind her and slowly walking up to leon

Leon looks at her, his face full of shame and fear "No... I mean, I was just... It's not what you think..." He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure. "I was just, you know, taking a break from studying."

"oh really? is that so? and you didn't think I would notice?" She looks at him with a questioned look on her face taking a few more steps to him before sitting down next to him, rubbing his groin area with a pouty look on her face.

Leon looks down, biting his lower lip nervously "I... I wasn't thinking straight, babe. Please forgive me. I promise it won't happen again." He looks up at her with pleading eyes, hoping she'll believe him

"oh but that's what you said last time, but you'll get lucky this time" she said while caressing his cheek.

His heart was pounding, no one could ever make him feel like his, except for her.

"You're lucky I want to watch you touch yourself to me" she said in a seductive tone while looking at his lips then eyes.

Leon's eyes widen in shock and disbelief, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and arousal "Wh-what? You... you want to watch me?"

"Mhm..." She loves the fact that she makes him so nervous, like she has some kind of power over him.

Leon swallows hard, still struggling to process your request "I... I don't know. Maybe... just this once." He nervously takes off his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his thick cock begging for attention

"do you think of me when you touch yourself, Leon?" She asked him with bedroom eyes, looking at his cock then looking back to his eyes. He nods and starts stroking it for her, knowing her eyes are on him makes him only hornier, but the only thing he really wants is to be inside of her. She cups his face and kisses his jawline while she watches his hand stroke his dick. she loves hearing him whimper even if just for a second.

And her watching him alone gives her a slick between her thighs. She slides her hand under his shirt tracing the lines of his abs, just the touch of her makes him let out a soft groan. Soon enough they smash their lips together fighting over who has dominance, Leon slips his free hand into her pants and circles her cilt through her panties while still jerking himself off. They both moan into each others mouths. she breaks the kiss to whimper under his touch.

"let me help you out Leon, hm?" She gave him a sly smirk and tucked her long black hair behind her ears and lowered her head down next to his throbbing erection with his sticky precum dripping along the side of it. She licks it off him while staring at him through her eyelashes, "oh f~fuck..."

she takes a hold of his thighs and starts swiftly bobbing her head up on down on his dick, feeling every vein along her tongue. Leon takes a tuff of her black hair and gently pulls on it, he could never hurt her even if he tried. He bucks his hips up to match the pace of her head, letting out whimpers and groans to every thrust hitting the back of her throat. With each gag and slurp he throws his head back as he gets closer to his climax, she knows Leon is close so she bottoms him out and wiggles her head on his cock as he shoots his warm white ropes coating down her throat, knowing she enjoyed every second of it just as much as Leon did.

With tears falling down her eyes from gagging, she looks up at him and kisses his jaw still with left over cum on her lips, licking it off of his jaw from where she kissed him.

"you think you can give me another? It's my turn you know..." She gave him a chuckle as she ran her finger down his chest. Before she could even say another word Leon swifts her up bridal style and takes her to their shared bedroom. He throws her on the white silk sheets that smell of coconut

"so I'll take that as a yes" she bites her lip excited for how Leon is gonna treat her. They both take off their shirts leaving Leon in his sweatpants and her in her bra and shorts. Leon bends down over her to whisper,

"it is your turn babe, you see that mirror right there? I want you to see what you look like while I make you come undone princess, how I make you fall apart underneath me" his new found use words only made her grow wetter, she likes this new side of him, she looked over at the mirror as he kissed her neck leaving a very visible mark.

He puts his legs on the bed spreading her legs out to make room for him with his knees as he unclips her bra with one hand. He helps her take her shorts off while she pulls down his sweat pants once again with his boxers soaked again with precum, revealing his still hard dick. He takes a look at her panties, "Already so soaked for me, good girl."

"this new side of you Leon, I like it" she lifted her hand up to cup his face while she was looking up at him. "Well you're about to like it even more my love" he lowered down and kissed her forehead as he slipped his two fingers in her panty line and pulled them down to her ankles, she kicked them off.

He dragged his pointer finger along her sensitive slick to the touch folds as he positioned his dick to her entrance. Leon wasn't one for foreplay, he likes to get straight to the point. "Are you ready princess?"

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon smut #leon x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy smut #smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #rookie leon kennedy #re2 leon

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c0smoshit · 8 months

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Afternoon cuddles ˚₊﹅

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Leon/Reader

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ Leon is jealous of your books

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff, cuddly Leon, him crushing you into the bed, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ Lil drabble for my fav rookie🤧

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 560

Dawn was starting to form in the horizon, it's warm hues of sunlight soon fading out and creating a colder ambience inside your shared room.

You were the coziest you could had ever been inside your soft blankets, your back resting on your pillows as a cute plushie accompanied you in this pleasant afternoon.

You were totally immersed in your lecture, the dim tangerine beams of your night lamp lighting up the words of the book placed on your lap.

You noticed the creaking sound of the door and the heavy footsteps of someone coming in, you turned the page.

"Hey"

Your eyes didn't require the necessity of peeking over from your book to know who had entered. You heard him say something to you but you were too invested reading to process his words.

Your mouth didn't even have the proper time to open up and complain about him taking away the book from your hands as the sudden "plof! " of a big body falling on top of both you and the mattress cut you off.

His arms caged you bellow him, his hair trickling the side of your cheek as his weight crushed you to the bed. His shoulder was just bellow your chin and your arms were trapped by his bare chest.

"Why are you reading so late?"

You could feel the clench his stomach made when he spoke, slightly irritated words followed by the huskiness of his voice.

"You don't want me to?"

His head shook, and you couldn't figure out if it was his hair that moved and trickled your neck or his out of nowhere cuteness that made you chuckle.

"Let me move Leon"

"No"

Then he continued to draw you closer to him, you squirmed but it was always useless, he was a complete rock on top of you. Your cheeks started to redden, the warmth of your personal heater enveloping you.

"I hate those stupid books"

A few more grunts left your mouth before you gave up, your head falling on top of the mattress tiredly.

"Okay fine, you win"

You sighed out exaggeratedly and you noticed a smirk burning into his face.

He had just returned from work, tiredly discarding everything but some shorts. He wasn't usually this clingy with you, he must've had a bad day or something, you thought.

"Bad day at work?"

His body finally moved a bit, freeing your hands that almost immediatly wrapped behind his neck, massaging softly the spots that made him groan out. He leant into your sweet touch, he loved your massages, the only incentive he had when he went to work was your afterwards touch.

"It's okay babe, relax for me"

He sighed out, automatically doing what he was told and as a result, you sinked deeper into the mattress.

You, not so secretly, loved when he came home like this. He acted like a lost puppy, demanding the love he hadn't got at work.

You stayed silent, drawing soothing circles on his shoulders, movements growing longer and firmer. His cheek rested on your shoulder while his arms slowly wrapped around your waist, pressing you further into his body.

"I missed you"

You smiled, of course he had missed you even though he was only gone for a few hours.

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gettingsilly · 1 year

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head empty thinking abt leon’s massive fucking arms,,,,, screenshots and me being insane under the cut

im....

like can u imagine that bicep wrapped around ur neck while he plows into from behind??? because i sure can.

idc if this is a mod this is MY canon Leon. Just an absolute tank of a man. And he probably doesn’t even realize how big he is

him manhandling you into whatever position he wants like its nothing ???

holding you with his massive god damn hands, gripping you so tight there’s bRUISES when you wake up ????

or him bouncing you up and down like you don’t weigh a damn thing,,,,, all while looking at you like you hung the goddamn moon

i need to sit down

one more of his back because god damn its so nice to look at

AAAAA

the VEIN...............

in conclusion leon is a mountain and i want to climb him

(screenshots r from my game but idc if u save them)

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #re2 #re2 leon #rookie!leon #look at him #MY MAN!!!!#i know hes like 5'8 or something actually #but u can be 5'8 with big arms #maybe hes not quite a mountain maybe a hill but god damn im still going to climb it #leon kennedy smut

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ellieslaces · 2 months

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CAN’T CATCH ME NOW. one

presenting: Umbrella’s Hunger Games

featuring: leon kennedy x fem!reader

synopsis: the Hunger Games, an annual show of brutal control the Capitol has over each of the twelve Districts. the Games’ number one sponsor: Umbrella Corporation, the creator of the Games’ most horrific torture strategies and nightmare inducing deaths. these games have always been cautionary, always a far away but constant threat — until you find yourself Reaped and thrown into an area full of your worst fears with 23 other Tributes, all out for blood.

content warnings: harsh language; violence; gore; class discrimination; usual hunger games/resident evil warnings

notes: please note this series will contain heavy themes of violence, gore, class discrimination, and torture. if these subjects trigger you, skip this series or proceed with caution; all the chapters will be super long, just be prepared

word count: 4.26k

now playing: enemy ; imagine dragons with JID

can’t catch me now playlist

the districts ; prologue

Spring had a poetic, two sided story. One of beauty and rebirth, flowers blooming in meadows, rain showers that brought rainbows to the end of a long day. But one also of death and destruction. Spring may as well be a double edged sword, one edge cutting away the dead to make room for the new. The other side a dangerous weapon to cut down upon that year’s newest crop of children unlucky enough to be Reaped.

Spring was a cautionary season, tales and preparations were made during the final months of long winter. Mothers being sure to hold their child close, fathers staying home from whatever jobs they were mandated a little longer in the mornings to get a glimpse at their children’s face before they went away for the day.

Though nothing could ever really prepare anyone for the possibility of their child’s name being called in the Reaping. No soothing words of how much they were loved and how strong they were would ever calm a child scared in their bones of dying — of killing. This was the reality of the Reaping Ceremony. A reality you’d been prepared for, thoroughly.

Since you were able to understand what the Hunger Games were, you’d been trained to survive them. Chris Redfield instructed you to hone your skills in combat, in knife throwing, in handheld weapons, in archery. You were skilled in just about every form of combat, of nearly any possibly thrown your way.

His sister, Claire, trained you to be smart. Not to fall for the similarity of berries, of mixing up plants, of mistaking the signs of infection, to fall into another Tribute’s trap. You were as prepared to survive any surrounding territory as you were to fight someone to the death.

Despite not really being allowed to train you as you weren’t a Tribute, the siblings did it anyway. They had no family save for each other. No parents, no other siblings. Just each other — and you.

Your crumbled, soaked form had been found by the pair when you were a mere eight. A ruthless school bully had taken your pack, jacket, and shoes. Leaving you in the rain on your way home from school.

They’d taken you home, cleaned you up and sent you on your way. It wasn’t until a few days later they realized you had no home. Not really, you were an orphan too, living in the local orphanage. So, they took you in. Despite not really being allowed to, they did. They loved you as their own family. And one of the ways they showed their love, was by teaching you how to survive.

Today was your final Reaping ceremony. Eight years of terror, eight years of worry for your life every time Spring rolled around. This was the final time you had to worry — if you were lucky. If you were lucky, you’d make it out alive, without being subjected to the horrors of the Games that the Umbrella Corporation were so proud of.

You’d heard the tales of what people witnessed — of what Claire and Chris had witnessed. Though they didn’t outright speak of their times in the arena, you’d watched clips of their Games. You’d heard rumors from the people who had seen their Games on broadcast.

The Mutts Chris had to take down by hand and sword to survive and become Victor. The horrors that chased Claire through the woods to push her and the final three Tributes into a cutthroat fight.

These were things you hadn’t experienced yourself, things you hoped you’d never have to experience. Things Chris and Claire prepared you for nonetheless. But even they knew — no amount of preparation could save you from the lingering fear of what you could see. The nightmares you’d have for the remainder of your life. The fact that every year, you’d be dragged out and forced to relive the past for the Capitol’s entertainment. And today was the final day they could ever even try to prepare you.

Your morning was spent as it usually was — an early breakfast and training. Chris had worked with you on your hand to hand combat, while Claire worked with you on your survival skills. Once training had come to a close, you were taken home to be prepared for your final Reaping.

There was no need for Tessarae, you didn’t need to put your name in more than the eight times it would be in the bowl. Chris and Claire provided for you, they never let you starve, never let you go without the things you needed. And it seemed comfort was one of those things.

“Don’t worry, your chances are low.” Claire soothed you as she and Chris walked you toward the square in District One. “And even if you are Reaped, you’re prepared.”

“I know,” you mumbled, nodding. This was the eighth time you’d heard this pre-Reaping speech from Claire. She said this every year.

“You’re strong, you’ll be fine.” And Chris said that every year too.

You appreciated their support, really. It was just hard to think about anything other than the possibility your life could come to a quick and brutal end in a matter of weeks if things took a turn for the worse today.

“I know.” You mumbled, again. And you did know. You were prepared, you were strong. You were all the things the Redfield siblings proclaimed you to be. Despite being the mere age of nineteen, you were a ruthless person, you had a human understanding of mercy, yes. But you also knew how to survive, no matter the circumstances. And anyone would be stupid to forget that.

Although you weren’t the only person who was given the opportunity to prepare for the Games longer before they were even Reaped. It was common in Districts One and Two for the children to be familiar with combat, with survival skills. Most Tributes ended up volunteering for the ability to compete in the Games. Many a sour face had come from the stage over the years a someone stole the Reaped’s chance to fight.

You’d decided long ago that if someone wanted to take your place and volunteer, you’d be happy to let them have your spot. Anything, anything to stay away from the Capitol. Or as far as you could, being from District One. But, being a part of the Redfield family — even if it was unofficial — you weren’t too far out of the Capitol’s reach. It would be the Games or your connection to the Redfield’s that would catch their attention eventually.

“We’ll see you after?” Claire’s voice brought you back to the present, her ever soothing tone causing you to look up at her. She smiled at you, patting your arms with gentle affection. “You’ll be fine.”

You nodded as Chris gave your bicep a small punch before brushing his knuckles along your cheek with playful affection. “We’ll break out that apple crumble tonight, yeah?”

His suggestion made you smile — even though you had luxuries being the family of District One Victors, they still tried to teach you some humility. They taught you to be human, to have compassion and sense and a heart.

“Okay,” you nodded, smiling a little as the pair left you in the lines to sign in for the Reaping. You watched them walk to the stage, greeting the representative from the Capitol who was sent to preform the Reaping — a short man with half shaved hair that was dyed a shocking orange.

The line moved quickly, it always did. The woman at the table pricked your finger, taking blood and registering your name to be entered eight times. Probably one of the least amount of times in the group of children here. You were ushered by the crowd to the section of fellow nineteen year olds, craning your neck for so much as a glimpse of Chris or Claire to soothe your nerves.

You were much different than many of the other around you. Some thrummed with energy, for the chance to swoop in and volunteer if they weren’t lucky enough to be Reaped. You didn’t want to be like them. You didn’t want to be a killer. You didn’t want to be another one of the Capitol’s playthings.

The video of Panem history began to play on the screens flanking the stage, the anthem ringing through the speakers. The sound of President Spencer’s voice echoed through the square with his grand speech of the relationship between the Capitol and the Districts. Peace, he called it. Compliance, he called it. No, it was control. But really, what was the difference at this point?

Once the film came to a close, the Capitol representative stepped forward toward the mic, his smile startlingly white and far too wide to be genuine. He tapped the microphone few times before clearing his throat and speaking.

“Good afternoon, District One, and happy 98th Hunger Games!” His voice matched his face — eccentric, high pitched, grating on the ears.

“Before you all claw up the stage to get your chance, I’ll start with the gentlemen’s names.” The man — whom you remembered was named Allium Copperhead — giggled at his own stupid joke before removing the mic from its stand as he shuffled over toward the bowl containing the boys’ names.

All you could think was how dumb Allium Copperhead looked trotting over toward the bowl. This was another example of the difference between the lesser Districts versus the Careers. Girls always went first, except in the richer Districts. Possibly an advantage, but not really. Boys were the most likely to try to volunteer, most likely to start a fight in the square to get their chance of glory and fame.

This particular part didn’t concern you — your name wasn’t in the boys’ bowl. And it wasn’t as if you had anyone to worry over. Allium reached his hand into the large glass bowl, his citrus orange nails grazing over the slips of paper before plucking one out and shuffling over to the mic stand once more.

“Our District One male Tribute is,” he purposely drew out the suspense, the square collectively holding its breath. This was his thing, suspense. Attention grabber — that’s what Claire called him. “Piers Nivans.”

A collective groan fell from each older boy’s lips as Allium announced who was the male Tribute. Piers Nivans was a bit of a prodigy amongst the District One boys. He was strong and level headed and ruthless as he was kind. Chris had trained him alongside you.

Piers didn’t seem all too happy though as he walked toward the stage. Chris’ eyes followed the boy, face set in an unreadable expression. But you could tell — he wasn’t ecstatic about this. No one dared to volunteer. Not because Piers wanted to be in the games. But because they knew Piers stood a better chance the any of them.

Once Piers had reached the stage and Allium shook his hand a little too excitedly, he took his stand on the right side of the stage, his eyes scanning the crowd. As if he were waiting for someone — anyone — to volunteer. To save him from this fresh new hell. No luck.

“Now, for the ladies.” Allium announced in the microphone with a giggled smile, practically skipping over to the girls’ bowl. If you hadn’t been so worried about your fate, you would have rolled your eyes at how childish this grown-ass man was.

But you couldn’t focus on anything other than the thousands of slips of paper in the bowl as he reached in and snatched one up. The square was dead quiet. You heard a girl to your right let out a sigh of anticipation.

The air was thick, the energy unbearable. Your heart raced in your ears, blood thrumming through your veins as Allium stood in front of the mic once more, unfolding the paper.

You almost didn’t hear him call out your name. Almost thought you were hallucinating. It wasn’t until he called out your name once more, all the people in the square turning to your direction that you realized you hadn’t dreamt it. You wanted to cry, throw up, beat up Allium Copperhead and claw the ridiculous make up from his face.

But you did none of those things as you braced yourself, walking up toward the stage. An entire desert ecosystem was born in your mouth as you walked up the steps to the stage. Claire and Chris’ sad gazes caught your eye. God, why’d they have to look at you like that?

You waited, prayed as Allium shook your hand — the feeling of his clammy hands against your own made you even more nauseated than before — for someone to volunteer. No one did. Not even that girl you’d seen before who seemed so eager for her name to be drawn.

No one would volunteer. Because while Piers was the boy prodigy of the District, you were his counterpart. You were the strongest girl in the District, the most capable of winning. Maybe even over Piers. No one dared to take the chance of winning the Games away from the Redfield’s top student.

You stood on the left side of the stage, looking out upon the crowd of children — some relieved not to be Reaped, others irked. How you wished you were able to go home, to not be sent away to the Capitol to kill and possibly die. Maybe, you wouldn’t even try. But you had to, you couldn’t leave Chris and Claire.

“Our District One Tributes, ladies and gentlemen!” Allium announced with a sickeningly cheerful smile. He waved a dramatic hand toward where you and Piers stood at opposite ends of the stage. “Oh, go on now! Shake hands.”

You turned toward Piers, ignoring the way Allium bounced on his heels — you wanted to rip his fucking vocal cords out so you’d never have to hear his agitating voice again. Piers held out his hand, and you took it. Being a good sport you offered a small, sympathetic yet understanding smile.

The irony, two of the strongest and most capable possible Tributes in the District didn’t want to be here. Didn’t want to kill and hurt and fight to survive. Despite being molded to do just that. Despite being the only ones with a fighting chance.

You let go of Piers’ hand, turning back toward the crowd as Allium Copperhead made his final goodbyes. Thank God, he would finally leave you the fuck alone. Maybe dying in the arena wouldn’t be so bad if it meant never having to see this crack job ever again. The orange-headed man placed the mic back on its stand before gently guiding you and Piers toward the back of the stage.

Peacekeepers took you from there, offering you a chance to say goodbye to anyone you wished to see one last time. But you had no one, other than Chris and Claire who were coming with you. So, you denied the opportunity, saying you just wanted to go to the train.

Piers took his chance, bidding a sad goodbye to his family. They were proud of him to taking it in such stride, you could see that. And you could also see how they knew that this wasn’t something to be cheering for. These Games were ruthless and they knew that their son would either return a murderer or not return at all.

Peacekeepers guided you and Piers toward the train, standing at the doors as you both walked in one after the other. The train shook as it started up, before lurching forward smoothly. You wandered into one of the cars and took in your surroundings.

Yes, you’d been raised with a certain modem of luxury. But it was District level luxury. This was true richness. Velvet chairs, patterned textured wallpapers, smooth carpet, rich wood furniture. God, it was like they were flaunting it in your face. Which they were.

“Oh my God,” you heard Claire’s voice echo through the train car and before you could even look over your shoulder, she was rushing toward you and enveloping you into a hug. “I’m so sorry,” her voice was muffled by her face pressed into your hair.

“Jesus kid, you got the Redfield bad luck, huh?” Chris grumbled as he walked in, shaking his head.

Piers’ eyes ticked between you and the Redfield sister that held you, and Chris with recognition. It seemed he hadn’t recognized you until just now.

“Chris,” Claire frowned, scolding her brother as she loosened her grip on you to hold you at arms length. Her attention turned back on you, hands smoothing down the fabric of your blouse. “You’ll be fine, we’re going to do our best to prepare you. Both of you.”

“I know you will,” you nodded, offering your best attempt at a smile. Like you even felt like smiling right now. You looked over to Piers. “At least we’ve got the best of the best.”

“Maybe we’ll have an actual chance.” Piers mumbled as Chris walked over to him, clapping the boy on the shoulder roughly.

“We’ll make sure you have a chance. Both of you.” Chris nodded as he crossed his large arms over his chest. He gave an eye roll as a cheery voice was heard distantly from behind one of the close train doors. He let out a grumble. “Brace yourselves, here comes traffic cone.”

“Chris,” Claire scolded as she narrowed her eyes toward her brother. But before he could even think of defending himself, the automatic train door opened and Allium Copperhead skipped into the train car.

“My tributes!” The man cried with a grin, clapping his hands beneath his chin — which you just noticed had a patch of bright orange hair to match the half curtain of hair on his head — and paced over to you and Piers. “I am so proud of you two!”

You wanted to move away, but the man was deceptively quick as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and his other around Piers’ shoulders. He hugged you close, and you could see Piers physically cringe out of the corner of your eye. “I am going to be sure that your time in the Capitol is as enjoyable as it is productive!”

“All right, Allium, they’re overwhelmed right now,” Claire said with a gentle tone that held a bit of authority behind it as she raised her brows.

“Right, right! Of course,” Allium agreed cheerfully as he let go of the both of you. Which lead to you and Piers to let out a simultaneous exhale of relief. You watched the man’s eyes land on a television and he walked towards it. “We should watch the Reaping broadcast! It should be all uploaded by now.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at Claire and Chris, silently begging for them to put a stop to it. The last thing you wanted was to watch your own Reaping ceremony. Chris gave an apologetic grimace as Allium flicked on the television with a small remote. It seemed to be preset to the Capitol broadcast channels.

“Come here, come here. Get comfortable. I’ll have some food sent in, you two must be famished.” Allium waved you and Piers over with a cheek splittingly wide grin.

Of course, you much be absolutely famished because you lived in one of the Districts. He had no tactfulness. But with Claire’s nod of approval, you slowly paced over toward the small semi-circle of armchairs and a sofa that proved betrayingly comfortable. You took a seat on the sofa, Piers beside you. And much to your disgust and discomfort, Allium took his seat on your other side.

Chris and Claire sat on the armchairs on either side of the sofa. “I know you don’t really want to watch this, but it’ll be a good way to get an idea of who you’ll be up against in the arena.”

Chris was already in mentor mode. He was leaning forward, his elbows propped on his knees as the Capitol anthem played and the Umbrella Corporation logo flashed across the screen. The Reaping ceremony of District One played first, your own Reaping.

God, did you really look like that? Like a deer in headlights on that stage? Piers on the other hand looked great. Strong and intimidating. But you looked weak, like you were about to throw up and pass out. Which you’d almost done both.

As your Reaping came to a close, Allium gave a swift — and what was supposed to be an affectionate — pat on your knee. He grinned at you, nodding as you gave a weary smile back and looked back at the huge television.

District Two’s Reaping played next, a girl with long blonde hair and bangs that covered one eye stood on the stage as she was Reaped — Rachel Foley, that was her name. She was eighteen and had a menacing look on her face. The boy that was called up was Brad Vickers, a nineteen year old with a stocky build who looked a bit too relaxed on the stage.

Chris had previously informed you of the Victor for District Two, Jill Valentine. He had warned you not to underestimate her as most people did. And despite having won her games years ago and fought to prove herself in the Capitol, people believed she was weak for the way she’d won her games. However, with the glimpse you saw of her on the screen during her District’s Reaping, you decided maybe it was best to heed Chris’s warning.

District Three’s Reaping was as equally uneventful as the previous two. Though you suspected the girl tribute — Cindy Lennox — to be an immediate target for violence. She seemed too soft, too sweet to be on that stage. The male Tribute, however, looked up to the task. Steve Burnside was tall and seemed confident enough to be able to get through the arena alive.

Their mentor and Three’s most recent Victor was Ada Wong, someone that you didn’t want to mess with, as Claire warned you. She was ruthless and clever and cutthroat as she was deceiving and alluring. There were rumors around the Capitol she had ways of getting information, secrets. It wasn’t ever clear if those methods were ones of violence or sexual advances. Though no one ever questioned much. She was too beautiful to want to question.

All you could think as you watched the District Four Reaping was how fucking unlucky these Tributes were. Ashely Graham was what was called a ‘sympathy win’ in the Capitol. Meaning someone had the means to send her enough sponsor gifts that she managed to outlive the other Tributes in her games. Though her two — Jessica Sherawat and Kevin Ryman — seemed strong enough to handle themselves, so maybe they had a chance. No matter how small. Because if Chris and Claire taught you one thing, it was never to underestimate anyone.

District Five was where things got a bit dramatic. There was a volunteer for the girl tribute, Caroline Floyd taking the place of a girl who seemed to be blind. Which, in your mind, was a brave and selfless thing to do. Until you remembered there was so such thing as selflessness in the games. Her male counterpart was Billy Coen, whom Claire later told you was suspected to be close to his now mentor, Rebecca Chambers.

District Six was boring, as usual. Tyrell Patrick — a tall man with kind eyes — towered over the female Tribute, Christine Yamata who seemed entirely unemotional. Their Mentor was praised to be somewhat of a genius, despite Chris promising he wasn’t. Carlos Olivera was as cocky and unthinking as the next Yribute who wanted to stay alive.

Things were quiet in Seven, Josh Stone and Sienna Fowler being the Tributes. Chris praised their Mentor though. Sheva Alomar, he said, was trustworthy and dependable. He liked her, you could tell. Other than Jill, she seemed to be the only one he favored.

District Eight produced the Tributes nineteen year old Karen LesProux — who was rumored to have married extremely young at seventeen and then killed her husband after he’d hit one of their children, but those rumors were quickly shut down — and sixteen year old Richard Aiken who looked to be young, but strong enough to hopefully carry his own.

Their Mentors — Sherry Birkin and Jake Muller — were rumored to be cutthroat and did whatever it took to make their Tributes survive. Despite knowing that Claire had an obvious soft spot for Sherry when she’d made a connection with her a few years ago, Chris warned you it was wise not to trust the Tributes from Eight. And something about the way they looked made you believe him.

District Nine’s Reaping was quiet and uneventful as Moira Burton — a fifteen year old girl who was scrawny as she was fearful — and nineteen year old David King — who refused to speak at all — were chosen. Their Mentors, however, were the topic of conversation. Ethan and Mia Winters. Many rumors circulated around the Capitol concerning the now-married couple. Apparently, Ethan Winters had pulled many strings to get Mia — previously Mia Jensen — out of her games alive. Most of the other Mentors had been bitter and they weren’t the most popular amongst the current pool of Victors. Except for Chris, who had a soft spot for the pair.

The Tributes for District Ten were named Bruce McGivern — a charismatic looking seventeen year old boy — and Fong Ling, who looked extremely intimidating for a fifteen year old girl. Their Mentor was somewhat of a flirt around the Capitol, Luis Serra. He was rumored to be similar to Ada Wong in terms of how he survived his life in the spotlight as a Victor. Sexual favors and the payment of secrets. He wasn’t bad to look at, you had to give him that.

The Reaping broadcast was close to an end as District Eleven brought forth an increasingly devastating Tribute. Twelve year old Natalia Korda was picked from the bowl and stood on the stage, trying her hardest not to cry. She seemed to have at least some last sliver of hope though as her male counterpart, Parker Luciani, seemed to want to try and take care of her.

Their Mentors were a mix, that’s for sure. Zoe Baker who seemed determined to get Natalia out alive, and Lucas Baker who was rumored to have lost his mind after his games. Another batch of siblings — God, the Capitol loved that.

Finally — and much to your relief — the District Twelve Reaping began. Chris and Claire had told you before of the Victor for Twelve. Jack Krauser. He was cutthroat and viscous and had a bad run in his games. He’d been chased through the jungle by Mutts, Mutts that no one knew looked like but were rumored to resemble his fellow deceased Tribute. So, ever since then, he’d been hellbent on making live a living hell for all of his Tributes. Somehow a twisted revenge on the Capitol.

His Tributes, however, caught your eye. Helena Harper, seventeen years old and volunteered for her younger sister. Noble, very noble of her. But it wasn’t Helena who caught your interest. Rather, it was the male Tribute.

Leon Kennedy — nineteen years old with golden hair and the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. He looked mortified as his name was called, like he was wanted to drop dead then and there. You couldn’t blame him. Twelve had the least advantage. There were only around five Victors to come from Twelve in the history of the Games.

But there was something about him. Some innocent yet driven nature he had that made you lean forward in your seat, eyes glued to the screen. This did not go unnoticed by anyone in the room. Chris and Claire exchanged a look, Allium thought close to nothing of it. But Piers, he knew what it was. Fascination, the way your eyes widened and your focus never unwavering from the boy your age on the screen. The way he composed himself and took his fate with stride.

Something in you — all the survival instincts that Chris and Claire had put into you — it all vanished. And it was replaced by a lingering sense of fascination for this boy. And the need to make sure he made it out alive.

Even as the screen shut off and Allium mentioned something about having dinner served, you didn’t move. Not as Piers started up a conversation with Chris about what the arena may be this year. Not as Claire decided to come and sit beside you. You knew what was coming.

“What’re you thinking about?” She asked, looking at you as you sat on the sofa, eyes still trained on the blank television screen. She knew full well what you were thinking about. She wasn’t born yesterday. She just needed you to say it.

You sat in silence for a moment, pictures of Leon Kennedy running through your mind. He was from Twelve, you were from One. You weren’t supposed to mix. It was like oil and water. But, something about that boy drew you in. Maybe the kindness in his eyes that made it so obvious he wasn’t cut out for this. Maybe the way he’d quickly recovered and took his Reaping with stride. But no, there was just something about him. He wasn’t supposed to be subjected to this.

With this on your mind, you turned your head, looking at Claire as she awaited your answer. You knew this confession would damn you, you knew it could be the reason you may die in that arena. But consequences be damned. You knew that you had to do it.

“I’m thinking about how I can get that boy out alive.”

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I see two puppies in this photo 🤭

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break the bed

fem!readerxre2!leon

tags/warnings: MDNI, nsfw, sub!leon, no use of y/n, mommy kink adjacent?, leon calls reader momma, choking kink, creampie, light bondage

A/N: took a break from my hunterxprey fic to write this bad boy. not too pleased with the last little bit, but i’ll probably go over it and edit it in the next day or so. enjoy!

“C’mon pretty boy, tell me what you want.”

Your eyes blaze a trail down Leon’s naked form, his toned body supine on the bed before you. His arms stretched above him, his wrists tied to the headboard with pretty pink silk rope. Your fingers dance across his skin, a ballet of sensation that has his muscles tightening with each caress.

You move, circling the bed, continuing your feather-light touches to his body with a sly grin pointed in his direction. Leon trembles upon the white sheets, desperate whimpers spilling from his plush mouth as you taunt him. Stopping at the head of the bed, you stroke his face adoringly.

“Speak, baby boy. I want to hear you.”

Leon keens, his arm muscles bulging and flexing as they struggle against the restraints. A thin sheen of sweat covers his lean figure, his hardened cock drooling a puddle of precum on his stomach. His back bows in frustration, and he lets out a frustrated whine as he nuzzles his face into your palm.

“Please momma–want you to t-touch me.”

You would never get over the way Leon’s begging sent a shot of arousal straight to your core. He was always so needy, so pretty. Ocean blue eyes boring into yours, a glimmer of desperation clouding their depths. His lips swollen from the sharp tug of his own teeth, and the bottom one quivers slightly as he pushes it out in a pout.

You hum in response to his request, your thumb trailing gently across the sharp jut of his cheekbone. With a delicate tap to the side of his face, you remove your hand and sit yourself next to him on the bed.

“Good boy,” You purr, smiling down at him knowingly.

A high-pitched moan bursts from Leon’s mouth, your praise sending a shockwave of arousal straight to his cock. His cheeks are a ruddy shade of red, and his breathing is rapid and shallow. His eyelids drooped slightly, his iris heady with his lust for you. His gaze, however cloudy, is still intense as it follows the motion of your hand down toward where he wants you the most.

You lower it down, gently wrapping your delicate fingers around his scorching-hot flesh, causing his hips to rise off the bed, the headboard groaning beneath the strength of his arms as they pull against the rope once more. You chuckle down at him softly, pumping your hand up and down his shaft ever-so-slowly, your thumb purposefully pressing into his frenulum on each upward stroke.

You know what makes Leon tick, what spots to press and tease to make him mindless–drunk with pleasure. With the skillful and practiced ministrations of your hand, it doesn’t take long for you to have him turned into a begging, whining, mess of a man beneath you.

“M-momma, needa–fuck–need t’cum–feels so fucking good–love it when you touch me momma–your hand is so soft–shit–right th-there–hand feels so good on my cock–squeezing me jus’ right–such a perfect momma f’me–oh god–gon’ come–m’gonna come momma–ah!”

You remove your hand suddenly, denying Leon the release for which he was on the precipice for the umpteenth time that night. A sob escapes him, his body thrashing petulantly on the bed. You had teased him within an inch of his life, edging him over and over. He was absolutely dumb with want for you. The sight of his exasperation almost makes you feel remorseful.

“Shh,” you coo at him soothingly. “Don’t you wanna cum in your momma’s pussy, pretty boy?”

Leon sobs again, hot tears now spilling from his cerulean eyes and running in rivulets down his blushing cheeks. He nods his head vigorously, still writhing against his restraints.

“Yes momma, wan’ it. Want it so bad.”

Pleased at the state of mindlessness, you move to straddle his waist, your bare body hovering mere inches above his. His hips buck, his thick cock fighting to meet the warm, wet, and plush mound of your pussy. You pull your hips away from him in a silent warning, giving him a stern look.

“I need you to be a good boy for me Lee, and stay still while I ride you, you got it?”

He bites his lip at your words, his eyelids fluttering with anticipation. He pushes his hips back down onto the bed at your command, and he moans loudly when you press the wet folds of your cunt against the side of his twitching cock.

You can feel the amount of effort that he’s putting into holding himself still for you, his desire to please you, his desire to be a good boy for you overriding his need to thrust up against you.

You place your hands across the expanse of his chest, your nails slightly digging into his soft skin as you begin to rut against him. His breathing stutters beneath your fingertips, and his eyes roll back into his head as he whimpers.

“Please momma–please put my cock inside you–w-wanna cum in you–fuck–wan’ you to bounce on me–want you to cum on my cock–oh shit–wanna be a good boy f’you–wanna fill my momma full of my cum.”

You keen at Leon’s filthy words, throwing your head back in bliss as you continue rubbing your pussy against Leon’s dick.

“Yeah, Lee? You wanna stretch out my pussy with your fat cock–fill me up with your hot cum?”

“Yes, please momma! I’ll make you feel so good–fill you up–make you cum f’me–be your good boy.”

You reached down to grab Leon’s shaft as he spoke, lining his tip up with your entrance. Your eyes connected with his as you began to slide your eager cunt down his length, both of your mouths dropping open in ecstasy.

The bed frame creaks loudly, and your eyes snap up to watch as Leon’s arms pull relentlessly against the ropes. He seems to be putting all his energy into his arms rather than his hips, an effort to remain a still, good boy for you. When you’ve fully sheathed him inside your walls, you let out a shaky breath.

Leon’s dick was big. Not too big, but big enough that you always had to take a moment and allow yourself to accommodate to the stretch of it. Once you had, you began to bounce. Attempting to find a rhythm that hits your sweet spot on every drop down. One of your hands moved to rest on Leon’s chest, while the other wrapped tenderly around his throat.

“You feel so good inside me, pretty boy. I can’t wait to cum around you.”

Leon’s whimpers and whines grew impossibly louder at your words, his desperation to finish inside you reaching its peak. With a strangled sob, he begins to plead with you.

“Momma! Please let me move–I’ll be such a good boy for you–wanna move–wanna fuck you momma–please just let me–please–fuck–I’ll do anything f’you–just lemme move.”

You giggle down at him, your hand tightening around his neck briefly.

“Okay, baby boy. You can move.”

Leon wastes no time in beginning to move his hips once you have given him the all-clear, and he begins to thrust up into your pussy with reckless abandon. The suddenness of the motion causes you to have to use the hand you have on his throat for balance, squeezing his airway off even more.

This only spurs Leon on, a garbled groan leaving him as he pistons his hips into you harder and faster. A strangled gasp leaves you as a resounding crack echoes throughout the room. The world tilts, and suddenly you are on your back, Leon’s still tied hands resting on your chest as he continues fucking into your squelching pussy.

“Fuck momma–gonna fuck you so deep–bury my cock in you–such a pretty momma–pussy’s gripping my cock like a vice–gonna make you cum–shit–gonna make you scream f’me momma–just wait.”

Leon had broken the headboard from all his tugging and thrashing, leaving his hands tied but allowing him to flip you over and take control of the situation. Your pussy throbbed at this, the sheer strength of the man above you hurtling you towards your orgasm.

With a loud yelp of his name, you spasm around Leon’s cock, your orgasm hitting you in full-force. Leon continues thrusting into you, muttering dirty words of praise in your ear as he chases his own high. His thrusts begin to get sloppy and erratic, and with a final push deep into you, he comes with a cry.

Leon collapses on top of you for a moment before rolling off and laughing.

“Guess I gotta buy us a new headboard, huh?”

You roll over on your side to meet his eyes with a smile, your hands moving to untie his bound wrists.

“Yeah. You do.”

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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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admirxation · 10 months

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Rookies First Time - Part 3 (finale)

Link to previous parts: Part One | Part Two

Pairing: rookie (re2) Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Summary: Leon has gone and left the reader feeling alone, no more late nights and flirting while training; left with the mundane work life and Krauser — leaving her to make a plan of getting fired to reunite with Leon

Word Count: 6k

Disclaimer: If any of the following warnings trigger you or make you feel uncomfortable I advise you scroll away, you are in charge of what content you’re viewing. This work is 18+ only so minors are strongly advised not to interact.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ content, mdni. Female anatomy used for reader as well as she/her pronouns. Uncomfortable flirting (f receiving), non consensual touching, p in v, creampie, blindfolding, doggy style, spanking, f calls m a “good boy” and hair pulling (m receiving).

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Stage Seven: lonely

Helping the other trainees was difficult now; Leon was gone and left you alone with nothing to look forward to, just planning to get out of the job and be back in Leon’s arms. You often thought about him — more than before you started a relationship — but his absence made your yearning grow.

You sat there and took notes for each trainee, writing down a few bullet points to finish up with the session as soon as possible; to give you a sense of comfort you started fiddling with the note that Leon gave you, fidgeting with it and just wanting to get in your car and start driving, not stopping and just find leon — wherever he was now. For all you knew, Leon could have been on his mission right now, but you didn’t want to think about that.

Your only problem now was to get out of the job but also dealing with Krauser. As you sat at the usual table, seeing the trainees go hand to hand with one another, you noticed Krauser looking at you now and again in the corner of your eye; not an ordinary look but a lustful look he had then his eyes gazed upon you with a up and down motion — taking your whole being and form in his peripheral. It felt like his eyes were piercing into your skin, making you feel uncomfortable and wanting to just escape from the situation as soon as possible.

As you watched the trainees you grew weary, as the last group finished you did the usual stand up and critique, getting to the end and disappointed you couldn’t have Leon there to compliment and give a flirtatious wink to. You finished and everyone was dismissed, leaving you to collect your things and make you way, but of course you knew that you weren’t going leave with ease; the routine with Krauser trying to converse with you was always going to happen — your new little routine, but not as fun nor pleasurable as the one you had with Leon.

“Leaving so soon?” he leaned his body on the table you were working at, his piercing eyes darting through you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Yes… You know I must get to my desk, Krauser,” you said with a solem tone, you didn’t give him eye contract and didn’t want to be near anyone in this moment.

“Shame isn’t it… But you know I’m here to make things easier for you?” you rolled your eyes and let out a sigh, “Oh come on darling, don’t you feel lonely?”

“I’m not pathetic enough to be with you.”

Krauser moved closer to you, you held your notebook tightly to your chest, backing up further and further until your back hit the wall. There was no one walking around your area to help, the door couldn’t open without an ID card slide, so an easy and swiftful escape was out of the question. As you were left helpless, Krauser put his hand to the wall, trapping you in and leaving you to feel his warm breath on your neck as he came closer to your face. His hand reaching down to your ass, and leading his fingers to grab you. Tears started to brim in your eyes as you looked away and leaving Krauser to graze his lips along your soft neck.

“Come on darling, you know you love it.”

You tried to push him away, your efforts being futile with his strength being at a higher level than yours. You didn’t give him eye contact, just continuously in efforts to get him off of you. As this continued for a few more minutes — which felt like hours to you — you felt Krauser move to where your hands were pushing him, seeing a disappointed look in his eyes when you finally met his gaze; when looking at him, you were starting to get even more worried with what he was planning to do.

“Fine… Looks like I need to get you more comfortable with me.”

“Just take a hint,” you thought as you looked to the ground, clutching your belongings tight as you cautiously moved to the ID pad to slide your card and let the door open; with every movement Krauser watched you like an animal watched his prey, making you feel nervous at what he was planning in that sinister mind of his. You just wanted this all to end, to have Leon by your side and to never leave him — but that wasn’t going to happen for a while now.

When you sat at your desk, you worked through the little paperwork you had; with Leon gone you were working through it all swiftly with no distractions, letting you go to your living quarters earlier — you had nothing else to do but stay there and watch television or read a book. Audrey was around but she was getting swamped with all the work that was piled on her, so you felt bad to ask her to give you company.

It was getting to the end of the day now, your work pile had depleted a long time ago and you were just pretending to work at this point, looking over at Audrey’s desk and asking her now and again if she needed help — which she would always deny and say she wouldn’t want to bother you with the sweet smile she would always give to you. When your shift was finishing you and Audrey walked back to your rooms together, giggling and talking about that donut and coffee you still owed Audrey after protecting you from Krauser. As you walked closer Audrey’s facial expressions started to change, looking pale in the face as well as worried — she needed to tell you something. Before you stopped at your place, you stopped for a moment to check up on her, and asked her if she was feeling okay, stating that you could take her to the doctor if she was feeling bad.

“I’m okay… Just… I need to tell you something.”

“What’s the matter? Has something happened?” you were worried now, your heart rate quickening.

“Before… Kennedy left,” she kept pausing in her words, “I read the note that was suppose to go to you and… Can I come inside, please?”

You nodded and let her in, looking around to see if anything was around to make her worried — but the hallways were just full of darkness and isolation, no one around and still working at their desks. When you both walked in, you let Audrey get comfortable, giving her a drink and constantly asking her about her wellbeing, giving your best hospitality to her. Sitting next to her and asking what happened.

Audrey took a deep breath after taking a sip of her drink: “I know I shouldn’t have read that note, it was addressed to you and —”

You cut her off for a moment: “Audrey, I don’t care about that, you have nothing to apologise for, just tell me what the note said.”

She went into her bag, finding a note that was crumpled, evident that this was at the bottom of her bag for a bit while you were saying your goodbyes to Leon. She handed it to you and Krauser’s words were placed in your hand. You noticed his shaky handwriting, messy with ink smudges where he took no care, as well as the jagged edges on the paper which looked like he took any scrap he could find. You eyes gazed on the short sentence, it stating: “Come to my place and I’ll make you scream my name”. Your heart fell to your stomach that moment, feeling unsafe but also cringing in the moment when picturing him writing it and thinking it was okay to hand to Audrey to give to you; you were aware of his little ‘crush’ on you, if that was the appropriate way to put it, but you didn’t know this was beginning to be an obsession with you.

Tears started brimming in your eyes, forcing Audrey to put her arm around you, your hands on your face and sinking your head toward your knees as your emotions started to take over; it was all overwhelming for you, too much to go through.

“Y/N, I’m here for you, I’ll protect you… I can put a complaint in.”

“What the point? They never listen to me, they wouldn’t want to lose Krauser and would prefer him.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” you looked at Audrey with confusion, “If a letter of complaint goes toward him they’ll pick him, letting you be free and go back to Kennedy.”

That was it.

“Yeah,” a smile crept on your face as you wiped the tears away from your eyes, “I can finally get out of this place if I do that.”

You thanked Audrey, discussing your plans and finally having a genuine smile after Leon’s absence. You would finally be able to see him again.

As you and Audrey discussed your plans, it was getting late and both of you started yawning, altering that it was time to wrap up the conversation. You said your goodbyes and when you locked the door you started to clean up your area, then finishing up your night routine.

You took your work clothes off, finally happy to take the high heels and bra off, stepping into the shower. As the warm water trickled down you, you started to think about what Leon was doing, if he still missed you and if he was awaiting your arrival to his new apartment. It made you smile to think of that handsome face, his lovely personality — among other things — and wondered what would happen when you finally saw him again.

Sitting at your sofa, you put the television on while you did you skin routine, laughing now and again at the cheesy jokes and trying to enjoy the moments you were having to yourself; your whole life couldn’t be doom and gloom about missing Leon. Enjoying the moment.

But you noticed a sound, near your door, a thud that sounded like something fell near your door. You lowered the volume of the television and grabbed a cardigan to cover yourself up, you weren’t planning on opening the door with just a towel so you looked through the peep hole. You couldn’t see anything; the hallway was dark and no one was going to turn the light on at this time of night. Your door was locked and you weren’t worried about anyone coming in, but hearing the sounds and trying to make out the dark figure there was only one person it could be — Krauser.

You didn’t care much since this could be added to the list of complaint, even if you knew it was your reality the superiors wouldn’t believe it and choose Krauser’s stay over yours. To be safe you moved your coffee table in front of the door, putting a glass on the door handle to wake you up if anything happened. You then stayed in your bed and waited for sleep to take over you while you closed your eyes and thought about Leon.

Leon wasn’t taking to this new adjustment well; he was trapped in a new atmosphere, awaiting for further intel on the mission and he wasn’t sure what was happening — stuck in limbo. He thought of you — often — the thoughts would keep his sanity and make him forget about how life was boring and monotonous in this given moment. He missed your touch, the way you taught him everything and the way your name and presence was an ever fixed mark on his memory and heart. Waiting for you to come to his apartment was eating him up, begging any higher power for you to just get in a car and finally be in his arms again. He fantasied about your reactions if he asked you to move in, what it would be like to have fun with you in his bedroom, but also the little things like making dinner and cuddling while watching movies.

He needed to distract himself from the constant reminder of you, moving to his desk and looking through the files for the current mission; the mission that was ambiguous to when he was needed. While flipping through the little information he had, he knew it was futile to try and not think about you. He looked up at the picture he had on his pin board — the picture he got from board in the hallway that told the trainees which people would be of help — you didn’t smile for this picture since it was for identification but Leon still found you so beautiful, but still making him miss that smile he would easily create on your face.

While appreciating the moment, he knew he needed to sleep soon, excited for another day; Leon had started a countdown of days until he saw you again, and he was optimistic that it wouldn’t be long until he saw that beautiful face again.

Stage eight: complaint

You were helping another trainee at the moment — her name being Athena Jenson — a trainee that was the lowest in the class and struggling the most. As you looked through her records, it was just downhill, the graph showing a continuously depleted diagram; it would be a miracle if she finished her training. You stood in the middle of the room, practising on the dummy in front of her, as well as the pop-up figures she needed to use to improve her reaction time; you couldn’t concentrate with every time she failed to push down another pop-up, proving her lack of improvement in reaction time, you got lost in your own imagination and then started to draw eyes and tornado scribbles at the corner of your notebook. You saw in the corner of your eye that she was getting red in the face, close to her breaking point, so you decided to cut this short and turn off the training simulation.

“What the? Miss L/N, I haven’t hit my target,” she had to catch her breath, “We have the room for another 2 hours!”

You heard her pleas, but this was going through one ear and out the other.

“I’m very sorry, but I think it’s best for a break,” you showed her the graph, “Your productivity is going down; you need a few minutes to —”

Athena angrily cut you off: “No, I don’t; I can do this! How can I prove myself if you stop me in my tracks?”

“Miss Jenson —”

“No, don’t Miss Jenson me… You don’t want to continue since I’m not Kennedy, who you can drool over and flirt with!”

Your eyes widened; you knew your crush was evident, but you weren’t aware that people resented you for it. You took a moment before you answered her, seeing her frustration through her heavy breaths and ice-cold stare that shot through your whole being.

“You know… You’re no help; I’m only here because Krauser is busy with Moore, I think it would be best if you just left, and the place could hire some more competent trainers,” this woman wasn’t giving you a break, clearly frustrated at her lack of performance and you being lost in your own little word.

“Okay then… Go talk to someone about that,” you were calm and unaffected by her words, “You may leave now, and once your complaint has gone through, you will have someone else.”

“Y’know all of us want you fired… All you ever did was daydream about Kennedy, yeah I saw you wink at him as well, and honestly, it’s pathetic… You probably just manipulated him with your higher position,” she picked up her water bottle and bag before leaving the room.

“Miss Jenson, your words have made me realise one thing about your group… You know you will never be on the same par as Leon Kennedy… How shameful; even with another trainer, you’ll probably be sent back, so get me fired, and I’ll be happy.”

She rolled her eyes as she left the room, stomping away and releasing a heavy sigh. You then followed suit by getting your things and exiting the room, turning the lights off and locking up with the key code on the pad outside. You saw that Athena went to her right, clearly going to the head office to complain — the thought of it made you smile, she had done the work for you. If you were fired, you would be free from this work life and be able to make your journey to Leon.

As the thought made you smile, you walked to the canteen to pick up a coffee and doughnut and then went over to Audrey’s desk.

“Hey lovely, look what I got you,” placing what you owed on her desk.

“Ooo, finally, I’ve been waiting on this.”

You both laughed as you sat by her desk; you had already finished your work and were checking up on her, helping her by viewing her work but also being distracting with the giggles you were sharing.

You two had spent an hour sharing your funny moments together, knowing that you were annoying some other people around you, deciding to finally roll your chair back to your desk; you went through your computer, organising your files and printing some things off, if you were going to get fired, you might as well be prepared for it. The thought of being let out of this hell was enough to keep a permanent smile.

Until Krauser made eye contact with you and walked closer to you.

“What now?” You thought. You knew nothing too bad could happen; many people were around you to stop him from acting out. But you did feel your heart fall to your stomach, and goosebumps started to form on your arms when Krauser pulled up a seat to be beside you.

“What do you want now? Wasn’t touching me enough,” you said through your teeth, irritation evident in your speech.

“I can’t be bothered trying to convince you otherwise now, you want the rookie so go ahead, but I think there is something you should know.”

You raised a brow, stopping your typing but still having your body face the screen to not give him open body language.

“Just wanted to check up on something, a bit of food for thought,” he leaned back in his chair, “What if you do get fired… Which seems very plausible at the moment. What if Leon moved on… You weren’t the only girl he liked.”

You gave him a confused look, raising a brow but not letting him get to. “Of course, he liked other women before me,” you thought as you knew it was natural, he didn’t even know you before the training, but Krauser opened his mouth, and you knew more nonsense was about to come out.

“Well, you’re not the only girl he ever liked… and started to miss. Didn’t you hear about the woman in Raccoon City… The one who told him she was FBI?” you shook your head again.

“You seem to do your research on Leon… Sure this woman isn’t made up?”

“Your comments do fill me up with joy,” classical sarcasm, “But no, this woman is under suspicion from our superiors… A mercenary that works with the organisation, managed to fool the rookie by saying she was FBI and took his first kiss to seal the deal… You never know; she could have taken something else from him, not just his first kiss.

He then placed a picture of a woman in front of you; you looked at it and saw a woman with dark hair, wearing red, who looked to be from Asian heritage.

“Ada Wong is her name… You’re probably just the replacement.”

You slapped him.

Everyone looked at you, shocked at your sudden anger, but you couldn’t care less.

“Oh, did I touch a nerve? Sad that I might have burst your fantasy?” he then moved closer to your ear, “This wouldn’t have happened if you just came to me.”

As he walked away, you heard a murmur of whispers collect at the back of the room, hearing: “What did he do?” and “Why would she do that?”

You then just looked at the picture of Ada Wong; she was beautiful, you thought, but you didn’t feel any jealousy; yes, he could have had a past with her, but you knew Leon wouldn’t lie to you about you being his first, he was easy to read like a book. You moved the picture in your desk drawer, calmer than ever and knowing freedom was just hours away.

Stage nine: leaving

You were sitting at your desk, flicking through the papers with a new stack of paperwork that needed to be done, but you weren’t going to make a start on it; Krauser’s comments about the inevitability of you being fired sealed the deal for you — you were finally going to be free. Athena Jenson’s complaints would also help the title be snatched away from you, allowing the moment of getting in your car to find Leon.

While continuing to flick the pages — feeling bad for the person who would end up doing this — you saw Krauser walk past your desk. To your surprise, he didn’t stop to talk to you, making a wave of relief wash over you. What took you even more by surprise was that he didn’t look in your direction; you didn’t want him to give you attention, but it still made you curious about his behaviour change. Acknowledging that he told you he would give up on you, you knew something was happening with how easy it was; Krauser was almost obsessed with you and now didn’t want to look at you. Could someone change that quickly? Either way, you were enjoying the time away from him.

Moving your hair away from your face, you stared at the digital clock on your computer screen, counting the minutes until your workday would end. Your mind, however, was elsewhere. Thoughts of Leon, and how you had madly fallen in love with him consumed your every waking moment — you needed him more than ever.

While getting lost in a daydream, your coworker and confidante, Audrey, came bursting into the room with her eyes wide and full of excitement: “Y/N! You won’t believe what just happened!” exclaiming as she walked over to you.

Everyone in the room looked over at her, pausing their work, silently scolding her with a death stare which reminded her to keep her volume low — no matter how excited she was.

You turned your attention away from the clock and raised an eyebrow: “What is it, Audrey?”

“Check your emails! You’ve got to see this for yourself!” Audrey’s voice trembled with barely contained joy.

Intrigued, you quickly navigated to your inbox and opened the latest unread message from your superiors. Your eyes widened as you read the subject line: “Termination Notice.” Your heart pounded in your chest as you scanned the contents of the email; your employment was finally being terminated, asking you to pack your things and leave the facility by the end of the day. Your face turned into a grin, a mixture of relief and elation spreading across your features — it was finally time — you had finally orchestrated your termination and could now find Leon.

You turned to her, eyes shining with excitement: “I can’t believe it worked. I’m finally free!”

Audrey mirrored your smile, although a tinge of sadness appeared in her eyes: “I’m glad it worked out, Y/N. You deserve to be happy.” She paused momentarily, then continued with a softer voice: “But I’ll miss you, you know.”

You reached out and squeezed Audrey’s hand: “I’ll miss you two, Audrey. You’ve been more than just a coworker to me. You’ve been my friend, I couldn't have gone through any of this without you.”

You two stood there in silence, the weight of your impending farewell hanging heavily in the air. The knowledge that your time working side by side was ending filled your hearts with conflicting emotions. The realisation tempered your longing for Leon that leaving this job meant leaving behind a dear friend.

Audrey finally broke the silence, a hint of a smile playing on her lips: “Here,” she said, scribbling her phone number on a small piece of paper. “Take this. We may not work together anymore, but that doesn’t mean we can’t stay in touch. Call me anytime, okay?”

You took the paper, a glimmer of hope flickering in your eyes: “Thank you, Audrey. I’ll keep in touch.”

You shared a final embrace, holding each other tightly as if trying to imprint the moment in your memories forever.

The office, once filled with the hum of computers and voices of their colleagues, was now empty and silent, as you walked toward your living quarters to gather your personal belongings, you couldn’t help but reflect on the experience you shared with Audrey, as well as thinking about how Leon would react when he would see you again. You packed everything and remembered the late nights, the adrenaline-filled moments, but also the quiet moments where you felt lonely, which stopped when Leon entered the picture.

When you finally left the office, you took a deep breath, your heart lighter with the knowledge that you was leaving behind a job that held you captive for so long. You stepped into a world filled with endless possibilities, driven by your love for Leon and the chance of a new beginning and everything you wanted to complete.

The road was ahead, some things uncertain, but you knew you had made a new love and friend because of the job.

Stage ten: reunited

You continued to follow the directions that were in front. You took a deep breath as you sat in the driver’s seat of your car, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly; you couldn’t believe you had finally done it — finally free from the shackles of your job that had been draining your energy. It had taken some time and courage, but you knew it was the right decision for your mental and emotional well-being, as well as knowing that you needed to follow your heart; Leon wasn’t just a hook-up, a crush, he was something serious with you now, and all you needed to do was to reunite and share a bond and love with one another.

With a newfound sense of freedom and excitement, you plugged in the address to Leon’s new apartment into the GPS; you smiled as you saw the estimated arrival time and realised that this was just a few hour's drive — you thought this would be an extra long road trip that would last for ages. The rain tapped softly on the roof of your car, your window open a little, giving that earthly smell of rain and hearing the cosy pattern of raindrops — adding to a sense of adventure.

As you drove, you stopped a few times to ask for directions, not wanting to rely solely on technology — knowing your luck would run out at some point. People were friendly and helpful, and you easily accessed the city. Along the way, you decided to make a quick detour to a little cute home decor shop; you walked in and picked up some things Leon could put in his home and some of your touches.

Finally, you arrived at the address. You took a deep breath and checked your appearance in the rearview mirror, a nervous excitement building within you. You grabbed your bag, keeping the bulk of your belongings in the back — you were going to wait for Leon to help you with that — your heart pounding in your chest and making you feel dizzy and light-headed.

Reaching the entrance, you hesitated for a moment before pressing the buzzer; you waited anxiously, feeling your palms getting sweaty.

When a voice crackled through the intercom, your heart skipped a beat.

“Hello?” Leon’s voice sounded puzzled. You couldn’t help but have a big smile; hearing his beautiful and innocent voice again made you feel elated.

“H-Hello… Um, it’s me… Y/N… I —.” Leon cut you off while working on your reply.

For a moment, there was silence, and your heart sank.

“Did he forget me?” You thought.

You slowly made your way back to the car, that smile dropping into a straight face as you looked at the car in disappointment, feeling wet from the rain drowning your hair. Tears were growing in your eyes, your spirits dampened by the rejection.

But as you were about to get into the car, you heard the sound of the apartment building door open behind you. You didn’t think much of it, but you turned around and saw him. Leon. He stood in a white shirt and grey sweatpants, messy hair and disbelief on his face.

“Y/N?”

“Leon,” you softly muttered as your eyes met his.

He moved closer to you, getting himself soaked in the rain as well; you didn’t move and let him make his advances. When he was inches away from you, he moved quickly to wrap his arms around you, and you melted into his warmth, being greeted with his scent once more.

“Don’t go now; I’ve missed you,” he whispered in your ear.

You didn’t care about the current weather conditions, just wanting to live in the moment; finally, you were reunited with Leon, and there was no one around to stop you. Your heart soared as you moved into a passionate and romantic kiss, your lips melding into a rhythm that showed you had been yearning for each other’s touch for some time.

Leon then looked at your car, seeing you had a lot of stuff, suggesting that he would help you move everything in.

When moving your stuff had finished, Leon handed you a towel and shirt to dry yourself off and get changed as he pilled your boxes in the corner of the front room.

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe it was you at first,” Leon said as you rubbed the towel on your hair, “I just couldn’t imagine that you’d come all this way… I thought I wouldn’t see you for a while.”

“Well, I’m here now… Ready to start a life with you,” you looked into his eyes sincerely.

Leon smiled, showing he wanted the same things you did. You spent the evening talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company when you finally went to the multiple bags of things Leon had brought up from his car, bringing out all the blankets, pillows, pictures, and other decor you bought for Leon. He smiled again, pulling your arm to kiss you once again.

“You’ve gotten more eager,” you playfully said as Leon pulled your body onto his lap.

You were wearing one of his shirts, baggy and oversized on you, wearing nothing but panties underneath it — this excited Leon. The way you were placed onto Leon’s lap made you recriopcrate the same feelings Leon was experiencing, feeling his touch and wanting things to escalate further; Leon looked at you, smirked, and before you knew it, his lips were magnetised to your soft neck, beginning with pecks then manifesting into deep kisses and sucks along your neck — leaving you to softly moan as markings were making its way in the process.

“I love this,” you felt Leon smile under your touch, feeling his desperation as his hands continuously wrapped around your waist to bring you closer, not wanting to waste any time and get back to where you left off.

“But you know,” you paused to enjoy his kisses, “You’re not in charge here.” You cooed at Leon and began to slow down, separating from your neck to wonder what you would do, feeling his excitement underneath you as he knew you would rock his world — like before.

“So what happens now, then?” Leon looked up at you with his glistening eyes, anticipating what you were about to do to him.

You moved your feet to the carpeted floor, feeling the warmth against your skin as you swung your body around to get on your knees — Leon knew exactly what you were going to do, and he couldn’t wait — you pushed your hair away from your face and looked at him with lust, biting your lip as you moved. You put your fingers around the band on his waist, Leon moving his hips to make it easier to slide his pants down and give him all the pleasure he would ever want.

Leon gasped when his cock met the cold air, it springing up to your view and waiting for your touch, already having precum on his tip — you loved how he was wrapped around your little finger. You placed your hand on his length, him wincing at the slightest touch, slowing inching your mouth to his tip, which you knew was killing Leon with the wait; when you finally wrapped your warm mouth around his cock, Leon rolled his eyes to the back of his head, and his breathing deepened and became laboured.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, “Don’t stop… P-please… This is so… good.” He couldn’t help but slightly thrust his hips to make his cock hit the back of your throat, making you choke slightly, enjoying how confident he got around you.

You continued moving your head up and down, swirling your tongue in circles when you got the tip — tasting the premature ejaculation. You were so happy to feel him again, to taste him, just to be with him again; you knew now this would continue for as long as you both wanted. Your gaze looked up — at first seeing Leon’s muscular physique — then seeing him bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut; this look meant that Leon was trying not to cum too fast.

With picking up on his body language, you removed yourself — leaving Leon desperate for your touch again — looking into his eyes.

“How about we try something new?”

“I’ll do anything as long as it’s with you,” he was loyal to you.

You smirked when hearing his submission; his devotion to you only turned you on even more; he was your good boy, and seeing him squirm under your control made your entrance wetter. The way Leon looked at you communicated his trust in you; when you saw his consent, you removed the shirt Leon gave you, exposing your chest and creating a dust of pink on Leon’s cheeks. You knew Leon was sitting in anticipation — excited still — and watching your every movement; you folded the shirt into a neat long rectangle, long enough to put around Leon’s eyes to blindfold him. When Leon knew what would happen, he released a deep breath when his vision was omitted, wanting you to use him however you wanted.

When Leon was left helpless, vulnerable, and unable to estimate what would happen, you removed your already-soaked panties — tossing them to the side. You placed your hands on Leon’s shoulders and moved your legs to the side of Leon’s; Leon could now feel what you would do. You started to grind your hips down on Leon’s cock, him gasping when he felt your wet pussy glide along his member.

“Fuck,” Leon said under his breath; he was in great need of your entrance — he missed how it felt.

“Do you want to fuck me, baby?” you cooed in his ear, lingering your fingers through his soft hair.

“Please, baby.”

“Have you been a good boy?”

“Yes baby, I have; please, please, just let me fuck you… Please,” he started stuttering, his speech becoming messy the further he begged and pleaded for you.

You were positioning your entrance with Leon’s cock while he was pleading, letting it rub against you, which made his breath quiver; when he released his last “please”, you then slammed your hips down, leading you to both have a harmonious gasp. When adjusted to his length — once again — you bounced your hips, causing you two to both moan, filling the room with pleasurable sounds from your sexual unity.

You kept giving Leon what he wanted, gently pulling his hair back while you fucked him; he winced while you did this to him, liking the pain you were putting him through.

“Who’s my good boy?”

“Me, I’m your good boy.”

Your clit tingled when he moaned and twitched underneath you, smiling while he wrapped his hands around your hips and moved you up and down. Leon’s strength showed when his grip hardened, palming bruises on your hips; you winced with how hard he handled you but had to admit you loved it.

After a while, you lifted Leon’s blindfold, seeing his confusion and excitement when seeing your beautiful body again.

“Do you want to try anything else, baby… I don’t want to take control of the whole situation,” you laughed a little at the end of our statement.

He nodded: “Um… Can you bend over the table.. For me,” he was always shy when asking you for something.

You lifted yourself up and followed his wants, getting on your knees (once again) and placing your torso on the coffee table, looking behind you to see when Leon would do what he wanted. You arched your back and felt Leon place his hands on your waist, positioning himself; when you were both comfortable, he started to ram inside you, making you gasp and scream his name.

“Oh fuck, please don’t stop, Leon,” you moaned as Leon ramped himself behind you.

He kept pushing his cock inside you, hearing and feeling how wet you were, loving the view of your ass jiggle as he manhandled your gentle body. You heard Leon’s heavy breaths as he tried to keep the same rhythm he started with.

“Am I doing this right, baby?”

“Just shut up and fuck me… You know you’re doing it right!” you screamed, making Leon happy with pleasing you.

With that newfound confidence, Leon continued to ram his cock inside your wet cunt, spanking you now and again, then starting to make it in regular tandem when he heard your moans every time he marked your ass with a red hand print.

“I’m gonna cum,” you said with a shaky breath.

Leon then maintained the same pace, continuing to spank you.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed when your released yourself all over Leon’s cock.

When Leon felt you glaze his member he then released hot ropes inside you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he did. He sat there for a moment, until he finally removed himself, seeing his cum ooze out of you and drip down your thighs; just the sight alone made him want to do a round two but he had exhausted himself — for now. He couldn’t help but just collapse his body weight and just sit on the floor, no longer having the effort to lift himself up to go on the sofa; you followed suit and removed yourself from the table.

“I’ve missed you so much, Y/N.”

“I’ve missed you most, Leon… I’m glad we can start something more serious now.”

“About that,” you looked at him confused and worried, “Since you’re here… Does that mean you’re now my girlfriend?”

“Yeah Leon… Guess it does. So what now?”

“Guess we start a life together now.”

You both smiled, kissing one another in your happiness again, knowing that nothing had to be secret. You could start a whole new life.

Authors Note: Last part, omg, thank you so much for the engagement with the last parts; please share the same love for the final my loves !!!! I am appreciative of every single like, reblog, comment and message people send me; love you a lot. I will now be working on a Las Plagas Leon one-shot and a few Luis drabbles *wink wink*, hope you stick around for that. Have a lovely day/ evening y’all <3

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