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tinykonig · 1 year

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Simon Riley NSFW kink headcannons

requested by anon, thank you for the message! i could ramble about this subject for so long so you are only enabling me extremely nsfw under the cut! be smart. only read more if you are okay with nsfw posts and you are 18+ :)

like i said in another post, cockwarming is something he enjoys thoroughly. sometimes he likes it for the intimate connection aspect, sometimes for the ability to tease you

his favorite position when he’s in a gentle and loving mood is spooning, especially early mornings. so he naturally prefers to keep his cock inside you after you both finished and sleep a little bit longer like that (which inevitably leads to another round)

when he’s teasing though… makes you sit on his cock while he’s writing reports or just even watching a movie and makes you sit still until hes finished with his task

also movie nights always seems to somehow end up with you on his lap while he very lazily fingers you and talks about the movie in your ear

asks you questions about the plot and if you arent paying attention he will go even slower

basically hes a fucking tease!!! thats just simon

degradation with just a hint of sweetness

“pretty cockwhore”

fingers in your mouth FINGERS IN YOUR MOUTH especially when he just wants you to shut up and quit whining

he growls. sometimes groans. moans when he’s mote submissive or he’s getting head

one of the simple pleasures of life for him to when you blow him in the shower

fucks your face and only apologizes AFTER the fact

he definitely likes to repay those favors and probably 10X

absolutely uses sex as a way to convey his love and emotions. if you are having a bad day or he’s apologizing for something, he is pampering you in bed

he can be so giving. he will hold you in his arms so warm and close and caress every part of your body until you can not help but feel so loved

whispers sweet nothings in your ear and just fucks you sooo slow and sweet and deep

this also means if hes angry or frustrated about something he can take it out on you in the bedroom(with your consent of course)

shoves his thumb into your mouth as a way to shut you up

pussy slapper

he loves when you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and he will stroke you so lovingly between slaps

has so many videos of you in a secret folder on his phone

hes such a giver like when he is away from you and need to get himself off he doesn’t think about fucking you, he thinks about eating you out until your legs are shaking

#this isnt really finished but this has been in my drafts for a month so #this is as good as it gets #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #genie writes cod #simon riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader

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aquidragon · 2 years

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it’s not that difficult [part 1/?]

Leon Kennedy x Reader Series Summary: You’re a freshly hired intern for the DSO, working directly under special agent Leon S. Kennedy as his personal assistant. Things seem to go well at first, but things quickly take an interesting turn...

Content Warning(s): none for this part, but there will be darker topics starting in part two, so be warned! Rating: E (no smut in this chapter, but there will be nsfw in later parts, so minors DNI NOW!!) Word Count: 1952

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“Fuck, I’m going to be late!”

You almost tripped over your heels as you sped through the smooth floor of the DSO building, apologizing breathlessly to passersby that you had accidentally bumped into. Your right hand held tightly onto your briefcase, as your left hand tugged down the pencil skirt that kept threatening to ride up your thigh as you ran.

Today was the first day of your internship for the DSO, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to work for a somewhat secretive government organization. Your heart buzzed with excitement as you continued your dash to your new boss’ office, ready to pick up your ID badge and begin your first day of work.

What you weren’t expecting, however, was barreling into a solid surface at a dashing speed. The suitcase you were holding flew out of your hand, spilling its contents across the tile flooring, as you stumble forward.

What you thought was a poorly-placed support beam, was a person. Your body was pressed against his, in an awkward position on the floor, making your face heat up. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” You shot up to your feet, offering the man a helpful hand.

The blonde smiled, small dimples forming on his cheeks as he takes it, pulling himself up to his feet. “It’s alright, I wasn’t paying attention.” He shrugged his broad shoulders.

You tear your eyes from the perfect curve of hispectorall muscles through his tight, black turtleneck. Looking up to make eye contact with the stranger, connecting with intense blue irises.

As if colliding with a stranger was bad enough, but colliding with a gorgeous stranger made things a lot worse. You laugh anxiously as you begin to pick up the papers that are scattered across the hallway, shoving them absentmindedly into your leather briefcase.

“No it’s my fault,” you insisted, “I was running in the hallway.”

This makes the stranger chuckle, shaking his head as he hands you the last sheet of paper that was lost from your bag. “I’m sure it was for a good reason, then.” He pauses for a moment, a considerate expression morphing across his angular face. “Leon Scott Kennedy, you?”

You blanch as soon as he introduces himself, taking his hand and shaking it grimly. “Y/N L/N, I-uh intern in your department, I think.” You squeak, embarrassment creeping into the darkest corner of your mind.

“The intern?” Leon asks, eyebrows shooting up his forehead in surprise. “You work for me then.”

If you could wish for any superpower in the world, you would wish for the ability to shrink into a microscopic size.

“Y-Yeah, I was heading to your office.”

Your newfound boss smirks, shoving his hands in his pocket, where you finally notice his badge perched on his belt. “Well, it looks like we collided right on time.” He shows you his watch, making you peer closer.

8:00 AM

You managed to run into Leon Kennedy right on time, you weren’t late after all. This makes you sigh in relief, your shoulders slumping as you think the heavens for your luck. What were the odds? They were most certainly in your favor this morning, perhaps it was fate looking out for you.

This time.

“Com’on, I have some things I have to show you.” Agent Kennedy nods his head towards your office, gesturing for you to follow him. As he walks, he starts to tell you about himself. “As I’m sure you already know, princess, I’m one of the President’s hand-picked agents.”

He clears his throat, shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn’t an impressive feat. “I’m known around here mostly for, uh, two things.”

You furrow your eyebrows, curiosity forming on your tongue. “Two things?”

Your blonde boss nods, azure eyes focused forward, not looking over to you. “The first one is currently classified, but the second one isn’t for DSO interns. I’m the agent who rescued President Graham's daughter, I actually returned from my mission two days ago.”

You blinked, “I’m interning for a high-ranking DSO agent? How did I manage that?” You smile at Leon, who laughs at your astonishment.

“Your resume must have been impressive since another agent chose you for me.” He looks at you, eyes scanning your entire silhouette from head to toe. “It seems that she chose well.”

All the heat in your body rises to your face, as you advert your gaze, trying to hide your flustered expression. “T-Thank you, Mister Kennedy.”

Leon makes a face at the use of his name alongside a title but doesn’t say anything about it. His office is tucked away in a nice location of the building, on the right side, his last name is carved into a golden plaque above the wooden door.

“As I’m sure you know, this is my office. You’ll be spending most of your time here.” He sniffs, unlocking the silver doorknob and pushing the door open with his foot.

You follow him inside, the walls are almost stark white, with little decoration along the walls. The only furniture to be seen as a single bookshelf, a half-dead plant, a large oak desk, and two chairs. You assumed that the agent didn’t have any qualifications in interior design, not like you were expecting a beautiful office.

“Sorry it isn’t much, you should see my apartment.” Leon flicks on the lights, with the quiet buzzing of fluorescent lights coming to life. “You can decorate it as much as you want, I’m rarely in here anyway.”

You nod along to his words, internally planning the fairy lights and decorations that you planned to bring in with you the next day. “What will by duties be? Agent Hunnigan told me that I would be mostly filing paperwork.”

He makes an affirmative sound, back facing you as he looks down at the stack of files on his desk. “I’m a bit, behind, on my paperwork. The President keeps me on my toes, I hardly have time to do my own office work.” His voice is saturated with exhaustion. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to be too strict with you.” Leon turns around, sitting on the surface of his desk, looking at you with a friendly smile-smirk. “Just make the deadlines, with little mistakes and you’ll do great as my intern.”

You smile at him, and any stress left in your body began to melt off. However, the smile doesn’t last long as your boss frowns. The bags under his eyes are dark, and his ash-blonde hair is messy, and you finally notice the fresh scar on his cheek.

Truth be told, you had never seen a man seem more exhausted in your life.

“Are you alright?” You ask, biting the inside of your lip, a bit afraid to overstep boundaries. He was your boss, and a stranger; it felt weird to be personal with him.

Leon looks at you, head tilted slightly as he uses his hands to support himself on the desk, his nostrils flaring slightly. “I’m fine.” He responds gruffly, after a moment of hesitation. “What perfume are you wearing? It smells nice.”

Odd question, but alright.

“O-Oh it’s a scent I’ve had for a couple of years, I got it for my birthday, but I’m not sure what brand it is. I just know it was expensive.” You stutter out, watching as intense, almost glowing blue eyes watch your every move.

“I see.” Your boss says simply, fingers twitching. “Sorry, I’m pretty tired, I’m just spouting words from my ass.” He slides off the desk, body language somewhat rigid. “I’m going to the restroom, make yourself comfortable, I’ll be back in a moment.”

Before you could voice your understanding, the blonde quickly slips out of the office, briskly slamming the door shut behind him. You watch him leave with a puzzled expression, trying to piece together his erratic behavior.

How odd.

You exhaled deeply, setting your briefcase down on the large desk, the silence of the small room started to creep in. You studied the mess of papers and objects on the smooth oak surface, spotting a single picture frame. A thin crack stretches the entire diagonal length of the photo. There were three people in the photograph, two adults that you didn’t recognize, and a young child.

It didn’t take very long to realize that the boy in the photo was a younger version of Leon, with an uncharacteristic innocent grin. His bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle, even through the lens of a camera. He was wearing a baseball jersey, a bright red cap obscuring his hair. The man in the photo, clearly his father, gave the photographer a tight smile. He had icy blue eyes and dark slick back hair. His face was sharply shaped, with thin lips and a bit of stubble across his chin. The woman was almost the stark opposite. She had curly, bleach blonde hair that cascaded down to her collarbone. Her lips were plump and painted a brilliant scarlet; with dark navy eyes.

It was obvious that Leon took on most of his traits from his father, but bits of his mother’s physical genes peeked through the cracks.

You smile as you observe the photo, slightly sentimental to the concept of your hardened, agent boss once being an innocent child. What must’ve happened within the past two decades must have been intense, to turn this boy into the man he was today.

The sound of the door clicking open makes you set down the frame, right back to where it sat before, as Leon stumbles into the room. His skin is ghostly pale, with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. It seems that his veins had darkened down his arms, looking to be almost black underneath his flesh.

“Agent Kennedy?” You ask, worry gathering in your gut. “Are you alright?”

Your boss looks up at you, for a second, you swore you saw red. He shakes his head, rubbing his eyes with his palms before straightening back up. “I’m not feeling well is all, jet leg.” He waves his hand dismissively, slowly walking around to the opposite end of his desk, grunting tiredly as he collapses into his office chair.

It’s awkwardly silent, the only sounds came from outside the office door, as the blonde holds his head in his hands. Your stomach churns uneasily, as you slowly back up towards the door. “You don’t look well Le-, boss, let me get First Aid.”

The agent’s eyes shoot back open, pinning you dangerously. You weren’t crazy before, they were red. A brilliant scarlet color, his pupils dilating as he observes you. He cranes his head, small black veins poking out around his temple. “No.” He growls, fingers tight on the edge of the desk.

You swallow fearfully, heart pounding wildly against your ribcage.

Something definitely wasn’t right.

“F-Fine I won’t, let me at least get you some water.” You stammer, as your back hits the surface of the door. You refuse to turn your back to Leon as you feebly attempt to twist the doorknob.

The blonde rises to his feet, seeming to struggle to speak as he begins to stalk towards you, fingers twitching. Your eyes widen as you finally bite the bullet and open the door enough for you to slide out. Without a second thought, you rush down the hallway, ignoring the odd glances from passersby.

You’re super close to the DSO First Aid office when a tight grip grabs onto your wrist, stopping you a couple feet away from the door. You whip your head around to see Leon, blue eyes back to normal, with a concerned expression across his face.

“Please, don’t. I can explain.” --- part 2: coming soon!

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy angst #plagas leon kennedy #plagas leon fic #darker themes abound #this is as good as it gets #strap in #insane roller coaster incoming

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