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Celebrating mission complete together

He's so fucking pretty. That's it, that's the post. Just admire his beauty with me.

Mr. Parasite

Dark!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, dark!Leon, stalker!Leon, daddy kink, non-con touching, dub-con, DARK content, kidnapping, stalking, drinking, perv!Leon, choking, fingering, threats, dracryphilia, watching porn, masochism, mentions of knife play, unhinged behavior, p in v, creampie, reader is 18+, horror movies, takes place in the 90s yikes

A few days ago you had snuck out with a bottle of smirnoff and your new bikini to the motel pool. A handsome stranger approached you -you never caught his name. But his slight drawl, a head of blonde hair and a red blooded smile made your belly feel even warm. When he sat by the pool to watch you swim you got sloshed way quicker then you’d planned. Sipping in between shy glances and giggles. It felt nice to have an older guy look at you like that. Until you woke up in his motel room, kidnapped. 

Wrote this while listening to Parasite by Siiickbrain.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ♡ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ When you heard the man come back into the motel room you lifted your head from your knees.  You had curled up in the very corner with your back to the wall for security. The stale air of the room burned in your nostrils. Your eyes were itchy and red from crying. 

A week ago you were on a family vacation, a roadtrip through different tourist traps and landmarks. A week ago you were grumpy in the back seat, staring out the window at the endless stretch of dry, caramel colored desert on either side of you. Wishing you were back home with your phone cord coiled around your finger. Giggling with your friends on your messy bed, doodling hearts in a dELIA*s catalog. Wishing you were back on the lip of the tub painting your toes, as you waited for your annoying kid brother to get off the tv. 

A few days ago you had snuck out with a bottle of smirnoff and your new bikini to the motel pool. The cool night air had lapped at your skin, made you feel tingly and warm when the alcohol hit your belly. A handsome stranger, he never said his name, came up to you with his slight drawl, a head of blonde hair and a red blooded smile. It made your belly feel even warmer when he sat by the pool to watch you swim. You got sloshed way quicker then you’d planned, sipping in between shy glances and giggles. It felt nice to have an older guy look at you like that. With interest, with something like desire. 

Until you woke up in his motel room, kidnapped. 

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Leon took a seat on the edge of the bed looking down at you. “You’re really such a cutie. Can’t tell you how much fun I had taking you away from mommy and daddy. I’m sure they're all worried sick, probably calling the police or something.” He leaned down to your level, making you jerk back. “Do you think they’ll bring the police dogs trying to sniff out your scent? Do you think they’ll go ‘arf! arf!” He sneered, cooing at you condescendingly. 

Your eyes widened then narrowed at him. Even though tingling fear washed over you, you grit your teeth. “Sick bastard.” 

Leon grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked it so you faced him. “Aw, is the little princess getting upset with me? You can try to hurt my feelings but you can’t say I’m not a fun sick bastard. How else am I supposed to get my kicks if I don’t kidnap little bitches like you?” he played up his mocking words with a sinister chuckle. “Now get over here and let daddy have his fun.”

Your hands were shot out to hold your roots as he dragged you up to the bed by your hair. Wincing hard, you glared at your kidnapper. You wanted to spit in his damn face, feeling stupid for not realizing how empty his eyes were back at the pool “Daddy? You’re fucking gross.”

“Hey calm down now, princess. I think you need to listen to what daddy’s telling you. You don’t want him to get angry, do you?” Leon reached down to push you back onto the bed, looming over you. “This won’t take long, I promise I’ll take you home, so behave, okay?”

You scoffed at him, a paper tiger flashing its teeth at him. You were shivering in your white bikini, the fabric was tacky and uncomfortable from a week of wearing it. Your skin felt cold and dingy. You scurried back on the bed when he tried to lean over you. Your heart pounding hard in your chest. 

“Now, now princess.” Leon chided, grabbing your arm and pulling you close so he could sit his entire weight down on your legs. “I need cooperation, so don’t go wasting daddy’s patience by being difficult. Just lay down, sweetheart. Don’t be scared, I'm not gonna hurt you too bad or anything.” 

A lie. A total lie. A buzzer in the back of your head was going crazy, alarm bells ringing off. This guy was a complete and utter liar. His deep voice smooth as leather as he pretended to be soothing.  He tipped your chin with his hand to divert you as he pulled down your bikini top. Exposing your breasts to him. Leon groaned in pleasure at the way your breath caught, fear curling in your chest. “There we go, princess.” he let the flimsy strings fall away. “Look at those pretty little tits, god- You're probably a tiny bit grown up from the last time I saw you, aren't you?” He smirked. 

Your face darkened in humiliation, suddenly your cheeks felt like they were on fire. Your hands gripped at your top uselessly, trying to keep it up. Your breathing kicks into overdrive. He was too quiet as he let you fight to keep yourself covered. He didn’t do anything else yet, your embarrassment treat enough for now. “What;s your real name, pretty? I know you didn’t give me an honest answer last time we talked.” His fingers gripped your jaw roughly, digging into the hinge, making it open for him. “Let’s hope you're smarter than you look this time around.”

His fingers were digging your cheeks into your molars through the skin, you swallowed thickly. His smile was full of venom, and you wanted to cry. How did he know you were lying? “...It’s Jane.” you lied again. He already got you to a second location, you were as good as a jane doe now. If he believed you this time or not, Leon didn’t show it. His eyes flitted between yours, studying you. 

“Jane, huh? I think I’ll just keep calling you princess, Jane.” Leon rolled the fake name around in his mouth like chewing tobacco before he spat it out after use. He turned your head side to side, appraising you. “Now, Princess or Jane -whatever, what exactly were you doing by yourself at a motel pool in the middle of the night? You didn’t think that was a dangerous thing to do, or?”

“Uhm, I was just swimming.”

“Why were your parents not with you?” his fingers worked on slowly peeling off your bikini top, not letting you hide further. “Or did you slip your little leash, Jane? Did you wander off and do things you're not supposed to?” Your kidnapper seemed to give a knowing chuckle at that.

 “You really should be more careful, Jane. That’s how you get into trouble, you know.” He was smiling, sounding like a concerned bystander, like he had saved you from yourself. He repeated the fake name like a hammer to a nail in your coffin. 

You felt a flush of anger, your eyebrow furrowed. You had just wanted to swim and drink a little! A few moments away from your dad sawing logs in his sleep. A few moments from the annoying little ping ping ping of your brothers gameboy as he stayed up late beside you, the screen like a lamp light under his blankets. Your nostrils flared at this asshole’s condescension. Like it was your fault he snatched you! “Yeah well, I wasn’t expecting a psycho like you to be out there.” 

“A psycho?” Leon raised an eyebrow, yanking your top off and tossing it aside. “Whose the one who decided it was a good idea to swim and drink in the dead of night with no one around to watch you? That’s what I call a psycho, Jane. You're a psycho. I was lucky finding your stupid little ass.” Leon snorted, with an accusatory snarl of his lips. He sounded delusional, his hand pawing at your ribs as he tried to laugh it off. But you felt a little win that you’d gotten him to crack from his smug act. You could tell deep down there was a rift in his bravado. Something very insecure and pathetic underneath. “How old are you again?”

“How old are you?” you snapped back, sneering at him. Your throat felt raw and tight, like a small dog that had been yapping all day. 

“I’m 34.” he chuckled, “guess that makes me an old man in your eyes, huh?” His hands moved to one of your breasts, shaking his head. He squeezed and kneaded your breast, pushing his fingers into the fat of it harshly. He sounded like he was talking to himself at this point. You became blurry, only your tits clear as day in his mind. “What should I do with these? Should I squeeze these pretty tits til they're sore? What would little Princess [redacted] do then?”

Your eyes went wide, your stomach dropped as your kidnapper said your real name. You hadn’t told him what your real name was. Your blood ran cold as you tried to say something. 

Goosebumps raised over your arms as he grabbed and squeezed your breasts. You were frozen, heart thumping in your chest. Your name…you heard it but it was like your brain had refused to believe it. Leon’s lips moved around the letters and sounds, but your ears just rang. Drowning out the world. 

“W-what?”

“Oh that’s right princess. I know everything about you.” He dragged his eyes away from your chest, realizing his slip up. Your kidnapper laughed it off casually. “You know me too, I think you just need a little help remembering who it is that’s making the demands here. So I'll be a nice boy and help you remember.” Leon’s other hands joined the first to squeeze your breast together and watch them bounce when he let go. Over and over, kneading at them like stress toys, he sighed heavily. “I have to say, these are the best things you could have ever done for me, doll, they really are cute.” 

You felt a sick chill run down your spine as he said your name again. He talked about your breasts like you’d grown them for him, that you’d consciously made the choice for them to fit perfectly in his large hands. It made your stomach churn. You wanted to bat his hands away, kick, scream. “How do you know my name?” 

“I know everything about you.” he repeated with a rough squeeze, “I know your parents, I know the things you're interested in, I know about the people in your life. I know the name of your first pet, so sad when it ran away hm?” he soothed his hands over your nipples, feeling them grow tight against his palms. Leon let out a shaky breath of anticipation at finally getting at you after all this time. You felt your stomach dip as he just…kept going. He relayed details about your life. Intimate details. That a man you happened to meet a week ago shouldn’t have known. You could barely register his groping hands, your own fingers shook.

“Who…who are you?”

You wanted to cry. 

Uproarious laughter rose from his belly. “You don’t know, do you? Did you forget already, princess? I know you aren't that stupid. And I think I’ll just keep squeezing these and playing with those cute nipples till you remember who I am.” He brushed his thumbs over your nipples, bruxism making your jaw pop. He grinned as he spoke, voice light and playful like this wasn’t sick. “I know you know, come on now don’t make me have to pop you in the jaw. Try to remember.” 

“We’ve never met before the pool, I don’t know you.” You initiated, shaking your head. Your eyes staring up at your kidnapper’s strong features. His voice like gravel in your ears. You feel dizzy, breaths leaving quicker then you could suck in air. Your body writhing under him seated atop you. The hot ache in between your legs making you unable to sit still any longer. 

“Silly, silly girl. Of course we’ve met before. I’ve been watching you for a very, very long time.” Leon shook his head, gaze on your taut nipples as he rolled them between his fingers. Tone gentle, but fingers rough as he gave them a tug. “Don’t make daddy mad now. Spare yourself the trouble. I know you know who I am.”

Leon’s had reached down and began to drag your bikini bottoms down. Your hand flew out to stop him. Thighs pressed tight together. Your wide doe eyes wild and scared. You felt frustrated and confused. Your brain was reeling and his hands were not helping.You shook your head, willing your brain to think. Because you had no idea who this man was! He laughed at this, hand stopping just over your mound, he wasn’t going to let you stop him from taking your bottoms off. He could see your white swimsuit sticking to your pussy already. You probably didn’t even realize how wet you were already. 

Leon was giddy as he watched your face twist and turn the color of a heart shaped lollipop. He finally wrangled your bottoms out of your hand and slipped those off too. A gruff sound leaving his throat as he looked at your dripping cunt, clit swollen like someone had been sucking on it. Leon wanted to smack it til you cried. His tenor grew lower. More husky, less patient. “I’ve watched you, darlin’, many, many times. We’ve met more than once. Do you understand me?”

Your eyes scanned his face, hands clutched over your body. You sniffled, eyes big and watery. You shivered in the motel room air, the static of the crt tv sounded deafening in the silence. His hands slid up your legs, ignored you clit to cup your tits again. Realization dumped a bucket of cold water on your head. “You’re…” you tried to find your voice, “You're the guy from the video rental place…” 

You didn’t recognize him at first. It had been years. His hair looked different, longer. His face was more rugged and matured. Your heart sank. You knew him. But only in passing. When you ‘d rent horror movies with your friends at the video store. 

Leon barked a laugh, with a big grin. He spoke slow and sickeningly sweet, mocking you. “That's right, princess. I am the guy from the video rental place. Good girl, you're starting to remember now. Now…I don’t want you to tell me any more lies, okay? Daddy will handle everything..” 

His thumbs circled with your nipples, making you arch up off the bed. Your fingers gripped the sheets hard, grinding your teeth as little noises came out of you. “okay , okay fuck- yes, I remember you!” you whined pitifully. Your breathing grew shorter and shorter. The motel sheets were scratchy and uncomfortable against your back. Leon stopped laughing, his expression settling into a cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He almost sounded proud as he praised you. Dipping his mouth to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. “Can you tell me something, princess?” he asked, drawing his tongue over the hard bud. Making you jerk.

“What?”

“What’s your favorite horror movie?” Leon held his hand up to your cheek, his fingerless gloves warm with your body heat. You almost got whiplash from how fast you jerked your head away from the soft touch. Leon didn’t seem to care. When you didn’t answer, too busy biting down on your tongue to stop the moans rising up. “Come on now, can you really not think of your favorite movie right now? I know it’s a tough questions, but daddy really wants to know.” 

Your words choked in your throat as Leon swapped to your other nipple with a wet pop. He was sucking too hard, it ached. His grip tightened on your tits. “Uh, s-scream?”

“Oh princess, that’s not the right answer.” He patronized, smile slipping off his face. His playful tone turned stern and disappointed. Fear curled like a pin worm in your heart. It was impossible to think until he pulled away and pinched your nipples roughly. “Try again. What’s your favorite movie?” 

You whimpered, “it’s- it’s Misery.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear, princess. That’s a good one. You’ve got good taste in horror…for a little girl.” his grip loosened somewhat, Leon pulled away with a devious grin. You could feel the rush and tingle of his touch still. “It’s funny, that’s your favorite movie, because you're kind of living it right now. Misery it is.”

Leon got up, dropping down into the motel room chair in the corner. Flicking on the crt tv and flipping through channels without another word. Shucking off his leather jacket and gloves. 

Your shoulders slumped to the bed in relief. Trying to calm your ragged breaths. Your eyes followed him around the room, the tv filled the room with a high pitch noise. You sat up carefully, chest feeling puffy and sore. “W-what are you doing?”

“Just turning on a show. Oh my god, this one is such a bad movie.” Leon laughed at an action film. flipping channels one after the other, throwing out casual comments. Finally landing on a horror movie. He made a big sigh of satisfaction, “ah now that’s more like it.”

You raised an eyebrow, your heart beating out of its chest a few moments ago was now squeezing tight. You felt awkward, he was acting so casual, like it was just another day. You bit your lips, looking at the movie on the screen, the picture jumping occasionally as the cable was spotty all the way out here in the desert. You curled in on yourself, watching your kidnapper carefully. He looked a bit older, with a little smirk on his face. His muscular body relaxed with his thighs spread wide in the motel chair. 

“Come here.” he motioned with two fingers. 

Your belly swooped as you approached him, cautious as a cat. Standing awkwardly by his chair, shifting your weight between your feet. You kept your naked body, half turned away from him. 

Leon scooted himself up in his chair to make room for you between his legs. His head propped up on his hand. You realized what he wanted and you grimaced. There was barely any room there, you’d have to sit on his lap. You turned away as you saw his hand not so subtly adjust his cock in his pants. “I won't hurt ya. hurry up and come sit, princess.”

You settled slowly, and reluctantly into Leon’s lap. Something like sufferance filled your stomach like lead. A dark twist in your gut told you that by taking a seat atop your kidnappers knee you were settling yourself into something much more sinister than just the lap of this parasite. 

Leon falls quiet for a while he even keeps his hands on the armrests the whole time. You don’t dare turn to check if he’s actually watching. Your back is straight as an arrow. You're tense and self conscious of the way your ass is practically on his dick. It’s not even hard, Leon is just hung. His jeans are full of him. The tv lulls you into relaxing a little after about an hour. It's getting hard to keep the rigid posture up. Leon’s breathing is soft behind you, almost like he’s dozed off. It’s like he has a sixth sense, soon your eyes drift to the motel room door, his hand is reaching up to pet your hair. Running his fingers through the tangles in it, sending tingles through your scalp at how gentle it feels. 

When you sigh and tip your head back a little, his hand slides to your thigh. His hand gripping the dough of your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing. You refuse to look, but you feel the way it's stroking your thigh. Getting closer and closer to your pussy. Your hands grip your knees hard when his thumb traces your clit. The movie has ended and a new one starts. You stare at a woman being chased by a psycho guy on the screen. It’s not one you’d ever seen before. Looks low budget. You will the hair trigger that is your arousal away. 

He’s playing with your clit like that til it’s swollen and throbbing. Your slick is gathering between your pussy lips. Your face is bright red when it begins to drip onto his pants. Leon cups your hot pussy with his hand fully and you gasp. 

“How do you like the movie, sweetheart?” he whispers hotly in your ear. You force your eyes open. Leon runs the digits between your folds, back and forth. Gliding, smooth as silk catching your wet hole. 

“I-It’s okay.”

“Hm, what’s happening on screen? Can you describe it for me?” 

Your panting, Leon can feel your pulse against his palm. You squint at the tv, “the killer is…chasing the girl…he’s got a knife.”

You keep watching, you realize why you’ve never seen this movie before. Because it’s not a normal movie -the killer chases the girl to an abandoned cabin. She hides under the bed. Only to get dragged out and slammed onto the mattress. He holds the girl by the throat as he’s ripping her panties in half. Smacking his cock on her tiny clit, nestled in the girl’s curled dark pubic hair before he’s forcing himself inside her with an animalistic growl. Your face goes red, belly quivering with nerves and arousal. It was porn. Dark porn. You look away but Leon is grabbing your jaw, digging his fingers in your cheeks and making you watch. A laugh rumbled in Leon’s chest, his fingers swiping over your swollen bundle of nerves with your own juices. “Mmh, what’s happening now, tell daddy.” 

“He’s…he’s-” a whine  blooms from your throat, thighs quivering. Drinking in the sight of the killer on screen wrapping his hand around the girl’s throat to pull her back onto his thick cock. “He’s fucking her and he’s c-choking her-”

And Leon wraps his bicep around your throat, pulling you flush against his chest. Actually copies the porn on screen. You’re swallowing hard, gripping his hard muscles, nail’s scratching. 

Leon groans at the way your pussy gushes onto his pants. He knows you like it, he’s pinching your clit with his fingers and rubbing it faster and faster. Just like how you do when you touch yourself, oh god. Your kidnapper groans deep in his throat. “Fuck that juicy pussy is soaking me baby, know youre close. Know youre gonna cum for me soon.”

“Hnnn, oh, god, I can’t-” can’t cum? Can’t hold it? Can’t breathe? You don't know but Leon seems to understand. He keeps rubbing your clit. It feels so good, so much better than your own hand. Your thigh’s shake, your cheeks are so red as you squeal. Your hips can’t escape him, rocking forward into his hand, backward into his crotch. His breath is ghosting hot over your ear. “Fuck, see how he’s using her? See how he’s just using her to jerk off in, sweetheart? He’s pounding her like he owns it -like it’s been his all along -like he was just waiting to break in that slutty pussy.”  

“Leon!”

You cum hard, thighs shaking hard as wave after wave of hot pleasure washes over you. Your body goes taut then boneless in his lap, finally relaxing against him as he pet’s your pretty little clit.“There it is, atta girl.” Your eyes are heavy, you can’t even move as Leon lets off the pressure on your neck to pet at your hair. Brushing it from your flushed face. You bury it into the crook of his neck. Desperate for comfort after coming apart as the seams. 

Leon’s hold you around is tight as a straightjacket, smiling into your hair. Chest filling with pride at your little slip up. “That’s right, princess. Knew you’d remember me.”

He’s lifting up your hips to rub his leaking cockhead through your folds, forcing you to suck in a lungful of air. You moan wantonly as he smacks your clit with his cock, exactly how the killer had in the porn. It felt like jolts of pleasure shot up right into your veins. You couldn’t breathe as he pushed the tip into your slick hole. The little pop as he breached your muscles making you scratch and cling to his arms.

“Oh fuck- it’s so deep,” You shake as Leon’s buried to the hilt inside you, seat in his lap. Your eyes water. He’s not even moving and you feel close to cumming again. Leon pulls out only to sink in again slowly. Your thighs tremble, his hands wrapping around them to rock you onto him. His huge cock is spearing you open, his hips humping up from the motel chair. 

“So fucking tight, princess. You sure I didn’t just swipe your little v-card?” He laughs, but Leon sounds breathless and he’s holding onto the fat of your hips for dear life. You can feel his eyes tipped up, looking at your face as your back arches pretty for him. Bouncing you on his lap, his eyes feel like the muzzle of a gun against your temple. 

“Mmh, Leon- Leon, leon, gonna cum! Cumming-” your voice is shrill and virile. Youre dripping down his balls, staining to motel chair as he fucks up into your squelching cunt. He can feel your walls throbbing around him. Squeezing him rhythmically when he hits deep inside you. You grip his hair, yanking the blonde strands when he keeps trying to bump your lips together. You don’t want his disgusting affection, you want his cock. You want the head grinding into your g spot, wringing pleasure from your body like you’d never felt before and oh God -Fuck this parasite of a man, fuck this kidnapper. 

“Oh yeah? I’m a parasite, baby?” 

You realized you’ve said it aloud, and he just fucks you harder. Grunting, voice thick and gravelly, he sounds wrecked. Your cheeks flush and you grip onto him. He wraps his arm around your throat again, laughing when you clamp down on his cock and moan uncontrollably. Another orgasm trainwrecks your mind, and your eyes roll back. Your kidnapper growls, throbbing inside you, like your orgasm wasn’t supposed to make him cum. But it does and he slams into your cunt to pump hot sticky release deep inside you. You slump against leon, room spinning like it did at the pool. Leon’s pressing a dirty, spit filled kiss into your mouth before you can protest. You sit there and let him roll his thick tongue around in your mouth. He kisses you like he needs you to survive. Like without you he’d quickly shrivel and die. And maybe Leon does need you, if not you then some poor other girl. He needs someone, his kisses turn slow and sweet. You don’t kiss him back, but he doesn’t seem to notice, whispering love into your open mouth.  Your eyes coldly stare up at the ceiling. It feels like a fly hovering in your ear.

I’d never hurt you, baby. I can’t live without you. I love you. I need you. I. Love .You.

 A parasite always needs a host. 

Trophy Father's Trophy Son

Summary: Six years after Leon left you for Raccoon City, he shows up on your doorstep. In his sudden appearance, he learns of yet another reason why he never should’ve left that day. 

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7 K Words

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of death, mentions of depression/burnout, swearing, mentions of trauma

Tags: RE4/DI Leon, Dad!Leon, happy-ending, Leon breaks down, but he also gets his happy-ending, not proofread!

A/N: I am finally back! I never want to experience another hurricane again :) anyways, this was another request. I put a bit of a spin on it, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Thank you all for supporting my work once again! <3<3<3! Song title from "Trophy Father's Trophy Son" by Sleeping With Sirens.

Six years. Six long, miserable years that seemed never-ending. Caught in a loop of trauma and loss, never once finding an ounce of peace, Leon wondered if he’d ever found a way to cope with what happened on September 28, 1998. He lived his life like a machine, oiling just enough to wake up in the morning before he’d eventually crash and break down at night. 

Six fucking years of living a life not for himself, keeping himself alive just to play the good agent. The best agent, willingly seated at the President’s beck and call, constantly wondering what would happen if he decided to swap out his usual, “Yes, sir” for one giant, “Fuck you.” Would they reprimand him, consider his work too valuable to do anything less than a mark on his record? Or would they bite the bullet and put on right through his skull, like he’d done to the countless innocents infected by corporations that lined the thick pockets of government officials and campaigners? 

Leon didn’t know anymore. Hell, did he ever really know anything in the first place, considering his memory always loved to backtrack just 24-hours before he would no longer consider himself a man. 

September 27, 1998. 

The day he walked away from you, watching you cling to the post of your family’s front porch, wailing in the rain as you begged him not to go. He could still remember the gut-wrenching feeling of getting in his car, sitting stiff in the driver’s seat as he tried to make up his mind on whether or not to leave you behind for Raccoon City. He’d been so excited to get the assignment, raving on for weeks about how he wanted to get the chance to investigate the Arklay Mountain murders. 

He’d barely graduated from the Police Academy back then, coming home to you with a much more muscular physique and a ‘good boy’ attitude. He’d matured more than you could’ve imagined in just a few months, and that included his view on your relationship. Leon would’ve dropped to one knee back then in an instant, if he thought you’d say yes. Which is what he thought you were going to say when he asked you if you were going to move with him. 

The breakup was inevitably coming, that much he knew by the way you faltered over your words and looked away from him. You were in your last year of college, and the university nearby didn’t offer a program for your major.

The guilt on your face when you’d declined still hurt him to this day, six years later as he sat beside Ashley Graham on the plane back home to the U.S. This last mission in Spain stirred up more emotions from the past than he was comfortable with. Seeing Ada again, the woman he’d tried to let distract him from his heartbreak only to end up hurt again when he thought she’d fallen to her death, brought him right back to that unlucky night. Learning Krauser, the man whose rigorous training had nearly killed Leon and given him a sense of purpose, had abandoned his morals and joined the enemy made him seriously wonder if the life he led would ever have its upturn. 

Watching Luis die, a man whose last minute efforts to be the good guy ended with a knife to his back, was what Leon considered to be the last straw. He couldn’t go on like this anymore. His life would not be reduced to following a “democracy” truly fueled by those who held the most cash in their pockets, not the people that resided within its borders. 

And for the first time in six years, the second he stepped off the plane and dealt with the hours-long debriefings and mandatory quarantine, he allowed himself to revisit the past. He hadn’t even gotten a full night’s rest before he sat at his kitchen table, fingers hovering over the keyboard as he wondered if this truly was the best idea. 

He wasn’t the same man that you remembered, the bright-eyed rookie long gone and leaving behind an emotionless husk held together by more glasses of whiskey than truly necessary. A workaholic, bordering on alcoholic, that refused to admit to himself or those around him that he was not okay. 

“Here goes nothing,” Leon huffed beneath his breath, brushing the blonde fringe from his eyes with a shaky hand. He opened up the civilian record system he wasn’t necessarily granted access to, having called in a personal favor with Hunnigan. Slowly typing in your first and last name, he scrolled through countless hits before he found you. 

You’d never left Boston judging by your driver’s license and voting records. You’d switched addresses a few times, having recently just moved to a better part of town within the last six months. He felt a twinge in his chest, the feeling unfamiliar to him, as he searched for anything that would cause his search to halt. Marriage licenses or divorce decrees were absent from your record, bringing a sigh of relief from his lips. 

Leon only let himself briefly glance at your tax returns to gauge your occupation before the guilt of diving too deep into his ex-girlfriend’s sensitive information began to make him feel nauseous. He clicked out of the program, shutting his laptop before he eventually decided to finally get some sleep. USSTRATCOM had so generously granted him a few days off after too many near-death experiences for one mission. 

He spent the first thirteen hours of his time off dead asleep, sleeping so deeply he didn’t even dream. And when he woke up, he booked the first flight to Boston. With only an overnight bag and your address scribbled on a sticky note, he made his way “home” for the first time since he’d left. 

And now, Leon sat in a rental car parked in front of the brownstone townhome, fingers drumming against the steering wheel as the minutes dragged on. He’d been sitting here for an hour, glancing back and forth from the bustling road to your front doorstep. What would I even say to her, he thought to himself as he leaned back in the driver’s seat, frown forming on his face. 

It wasn’t like he could exactly waltz up to the door, knock and say, “Hey, sorry I’ve been AWOL for six years. The government enslaved me, but I miss you and I want you back.” 

No, that wouldn’t blow over well. 

So now, he was left empty-minded and utterly petrified of your reaction. He wondered if maybe there was another man in your life, now. Or, if you had long closed the chapter of your life that included him and left the book on an old, dusty shelf in your mind never to be read again. Leon prayed, something he never did, that you’d find it in your heart to reread the story you used to love just one more time as he got out of the car. 

Slowly, he made his way up the concrete mat and onto the doorstep, taking in the painted door and double deadlocks. Smart girl, he mused internally before he took a shuddering breath. For a second, he thought about abandoning ship. You would never know if he just turned around right now and walked away, giving up all hope that he’d once again find happiness. It would be so easy. 

No, I need this. I need her. 

Leon knocked a few times before he took a step back, shoving his hands deep in the pocket of his windbreaker. He didn’t trust himself to wear another leather jacket, considering the one he’d worn and lost in Spain cost more than he was comfortable spending again. 

“Coming!” Your voice rang out from just behind the door, making his stomach twist and turn into knots. You sounded the same as you had when he’d known you, and it only made the nerves twisting in his stomach all the worse. 

He briefly glanced at the potted plant beside the door, making a mental note of it in case he lost the minimal lunch he’d eaten thanks to his nerves. His blue eyes, a duller blue than past versions of himself, flitted right back to the door when he heard the locks click. All the air in his lungs swept away with the afternoon breeze when it swung open, and your head popped out. 

The smile on your face stayed for only a few seconds before it dropped, leaving behind an expression he could only describe as utterly shocked. You blinked slowly, like you were trying to believe your own eyes as you opened the door slowly to reveal your full figure. 

You were the same height you’d been at twenty, but your curves were more prominent. You looked soft around the edges, just like he’d come to like over the years. And if anything, you were just as beautiful, if not more, than you were the day he’d left you and what remained of himself behind. 

“Leon?”

 Asking hesitantly, your words sounded airless and no louder than a hushed whisper. You looked him over from head-to-toe, making the seasoned agent squirm just a bit under your gaze. He’d been through bootcamp and bio-terroristic attacks, for fuck’s sake, yet the way you looked at him like you’d just seen a ghost made him feel like breaking. 

Leon licked his lips, looking down at his boots against the pavement as he tried to think of the best greeting possible. Something to ease you into his presence and not get himself kicked off your front porch. He settled on a simple, “Uh, hi.” 

You stepped out onto the porch, barefoot and in “lazy day” clothes as you looked up at him. You frowned, and he watched your eyes flit around his face. He could feel your gaze burn on the few beauty marks and moles he had, like you were checking their authenticity. 

“You’re.. God, I-” you stopped yourself, taking a deep breath. Leon could see the reels turning in your mind as you took a step closer, holding your hands out in front of you. You reached out, hesitating for a moment before you touched his arm. “You’re.. Alive?” 

That threw him for a loop, eyebrows furrowing as he looked down and felt your soft hands brush over the slick fabric of his windbreaker. He could feel your fingers, as warm as he remembered, press into him. “I, uh, yeah?” He let out an awkward chuckle, clearly not having expected this kind of reaction. 

Your frown deepened, causing him to mirror your expression as you tried to find your words. You stammered a bit, stringing words of surprise together before you could finally form a coherent sentence. “I saw the news,” you started, swallowing harshly. “That they’d bombed Raccoon City.. I thought.. I thought you were dead.” 

Oh. 

It made sense to him, now. The government had painted quite a perfect lie, sorrowfully reporting there were no survivors of the incident that flattened an entire US city in a matter of seconds. Of course, you would think he was dead. It was only natural. 

“That’s a difficult story to explain,” he murmured, fingers fidgeting inside his pockets before he pulled his hands out. He’d made it this far, so far, it was too early to throw in the towel. “I can try to explain, uh. Can I come in?” Leon gestured to the open door behind you. 

You winced a bit, face twisting into a look of discomfort as you sighed. “I don’t think that’s the best idea-” 

“Mommy?” 

A soft voice sounding from behind you snapped both Leon’s attention and yours back to the open door. He couldn’t see its owner until you quickly turned around, and the sight before him caused his heart to fall flat right out of his chest and onto the floor. 

A little boy, probably elementary school aged, peered curiously up at you then around you. He looked at Leon, child-like bewilderment evident as he rocked back and forth on the door ledge. He looked just like you, mixed with someone else also standing on this porch. 

“Scotty, baby,” you started, your back to Leon but unease clearly evident in your voice as you bent down to eye-level with the little baby. “I told you to stay inside, didn’t I?” 

“You left the door open,” Scotty giggled, like he found the situation to be funny as he looked around you again. “Who is that?” 

Leon swallowed as a small finger pointed right at him, shock and other emotions tormenting deep inside his chest. Of course, she has a kid, he internally cringed. If only he’d scrolled through your tax return just a bit more, he would’ve seen that you claimed a dependent and not found himself in this situation. He didn’t speak, only looking away from the boy and back to you. 

“This is one of mommy’s friends from work,” you lied perfectly through your teeth, ushering the boy back inside. “Now, go on. I’ll be back inside in a minute.” You shut the door behind your son once he reluctantly disappeared inside, your shoulders slumped. Turning back towards Leon, it was clear that you were bracing for the incoming questions. 

If the fact that the little boy had a few traits just like Leon didn’t tip him off, the name definitely would click something in the depths of his mind. His heart hammered in his chest as he looked back at you, and he could only ask one thing: “How old is he?” 

You sighed through your nose, wrapping your arms around your midsection as you stared at the ground. “He turned six in June.” 

June, Leon thought. He counted back on his fingers, mumbling out the months until he got to the ninth one. September. His trip down memory lane had turned into yet another day he could put on the calendar as “life-changing”. 

I have a son. 

The thought was fleeting, but it shook every inch of Leon’s core as he stood before you, frozen in time. Sure, at twenty-one he really hadn’t been the most responsible about “family planning” or even bothering to reach for a condom when the box was right on his nightstand, but he never would’ve thought that this would happen. 

And then the soul-crushing guilt came crumbling down on him. He’d left you for Raccoon City. When you were pregnant. With his child. 

“When did you find out?” His voice cracked when he asked the question, blue eyes stinging with the threat of a substance that hadn’t rolled down his face in what felt like years: tears. 

You bit your lip, looking back up from the ground and into his eyes. The apologetic look on your face only made him sniffle, confirming that Scotty was indeed his. “Two days after you left,” you whispered. 

“Why didn’t you try to find me?” Leon’s voice now sounded hurt. If only he’d known just two days earlier, he never would’ve left. Hell, his life may have turned out somewhat decent instead of the clusterfuck it currently was. Maybe, he’d still be a cop. “File for child support, something?” 

“Leon,” you let out exasperatedly. “I thought you were dead. I spent the entire nine months mourning you and trying to figure out what to tell him when he grew up and asked where his father was.” 

Leon ran a hand over his face, looking up at the sky as he tried to will the tears not to fall past his lashes. He couldn’t cry now, because if he did, he’d never stop. “I never should’ve left,” he whispered, taking a deep, controlled breath to try and get a grip on his emotions. “I should’ve just stayed there, with you.” 

You frowned and took a step towards him again, placing your hand on his arm in an attempt to comfort. “You can’t blame yourself,” you tried your best to give him some sort of ease. “You didn’t know. I didn’t know. That isn’t your fault.” 

Leon swallowed hard, finally looking back down at you. This time, he couldn’t stop himself from letting a few hot tears roll down his face. “I can’t even tell you what I went through,” he choked out. “And all this time, all these years, I had a kid? I had a family that thought I was dead?” 

When he started to tremble, it felt like a thousand needles had driven through your heart. Clearly, in your time apart, something had broken Leon. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into an embrace as you rubbed his back. “Hey, hey,” you whispered against his chest. “Shh, it’s okay.” 

His grip around you could be considered crushing as his forearms dug into your ribs, pulling you into him with all of his strength. You could feel his tears staining your shirt as he buried his face in your neck, hiding himself as he displayed his emotions for the world to see. 

“I have a son,” Leon choked out through his shuddering but soft sobs, words muffled by your skin. The pain cut deep through him, torturing him as he realized he’d missed six years of his child’s life. For all he knew at this moment, Scotty had grown up believing that his father was dead. Whether or not you’d told him the “truth”, the damage had already been done. 

“We have a son,” you corrected him softly, pressing a kiss to the side of his head as you held him in your arms. You didn’t know what to feel at that moment. The man you loved had suddenly reappeared, cheating death in your mind and abruptly entering your life. And before you could carefully tell him, the truth had been revealed. 

“You can meet him,” you started, still speaking in a soft, soothing tone as your lips pressed against the shell of Leon’s ear. “You just can’t tell him who you are, right now. We’ll figure it out as we go, okay?” 

He nodded against you, sniffling as he tried to reel himself back in. This was not how he’d expected this trip to go. But maybe, there was some light at the end of Leon’s tunnel, after all. 

“Shit, fuck, shit,” Leon grunted as he limped down the corridor of the airport, feeling every ounce of pain radiating all over his body. Not even seven hours after having gotten the tar beat out of him by Maria Gomez, and getting infected with the T-virus just to be vaccinated not long after, his body definitely wanted to give out on him right now. 

But, he didn’t have time to lay out on the floor and give his aching muscles a rest. He was already late, thanks to an unwanted delay in flight plans, and he had a forty-five minute drive to his destination. The event started in thirty minutes. 

The man didn’t bother to change out of his mission gear, instead abandoning his tactical vest and holsters in the backseat of his Jeep after he’d gotten his luggage. His beloved and dearly departed Ducati’s keys laid abandoned as well, a sore reminder of his short time in San Francisco. Leon sped out of the airport parking lot, taking off for the suburbs of D.C. with one thing on his mind. 

He didn’t even bother to tell you that he’d landed, instead doing as best as he could to get there on time. He owed it to you, and to Scotty, to at least show up for this. 

After getting caught in a roadblock, Leon did something he never thought he’d do. He’d flashed his DSO badge to the officer, mumbling something about “official business” that would definitely make his way back to his supervisor, considering he’d gotten out of a ticket for going 60 in a 45. But right now, he didn’t care. 

He finally pulled into the parking lot of the high school, circling around three times before he found a parking spot. He almost forgot to lock the Jeep as he rushed inside, making his way towards the gymnasium. They’d just cut off the lights, making it a lot harder to find you in the bleachers until he saw you waving your arms. 

“Excuse me, sorry, excuse me, just gonna scooch past you real quick,” he spouted off to every person he cut in front of, inching his way down the row of plastic benches until he got next to you. Leon sat down with a huff once you’d moved your purse from the spot you’d saved him, resting his hands on his knees. “Did I miss anything?” 

“Nothing important,” your daughter, Bella, huffed as she scrolled through the phone she was always glued to. “Nothing but boring speeches so far.”

Leon reached out, yanking it from her hands and tucking it into his back pocket. He held a hand up when she tried to protest. “Ah,” he interrupted. “Pay attention. If I can make it, you can get off your phone for twenty minutes.” 

You laughed softly as she scowled and looked back towards the stage. Leaning against your husband, you interlaced your fingers with his. “How’d it go?” 

“Awful,” Leon grumbled, rubbing his shoulder with his free hand. “Don’t be surprised if I’m purple under my clothes.” 

Before you could reply, the principal took her place on stage again and announced the start of the senior class. After reading off names, she finally got to the K’s. You and Leon both leaned forward in your seats, eyes glued to the caps and gowns until you saw the head of floppy blonde hair making his way towards the podium. 

“Scotty Kennedy,” the woman announced. You could feel Leon squirming beside you, trying to hold in any noise until your son had actually accepted his diploma. “Following in his father’s footsteps, he will be attending the DC Metropolitan Police Academy in the Fall.” 

As soon as the diploma touched Scotty’s fingers, Leon leapt up from his seat. Usually not one to draw much attention to himself, this was definitely one of those rare moments he expressed his excitement. Using two fingers to whistle loudly, he cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled out towards the stage. 

“That’s my boy!” 

I just think Leon is so vocal in bed and he is the king of dirty talking. I love it so much

ohhhh… oh yeah, definitely… he’s such a talker sorry for the lack of posts lately, i’ve been very burnt out lol

cw for dubcon if you squint

finding himself deep inside your pussy as it squeezed around him? oh yeah he’d start mouthing off. you squealed and writhed in his arms while he just tried to keep you in place, still fucking his flushed cock into you, reaching unimaginable distances. kissing your cervix with his mind set on filling your womb. it was like he was on autopilot, driving himself further, harder, faster. his mind was spiraling, as he shoved your face into the pillows. skin damp with sweat, he continued to drill into you, unyielding.

“no.. can’t.. can’t fucking stop.. don’t wanna.” he panted out, breaths wavering as sweat collected atop his brow bone, mixing together collecting a sticky concoction on his forehead as his brows knitted together, causing the skin to wrinkle. “please, oh, please fuck me, fuck me~ fucking—hh’god!~” he rambled absentmindedly, pulling your ass closer to his pelvis, flesh suctioning together as he tethers your bodies into one with each snap of his hips. his eyes shut tightly, letting out a few strained groans of fulfillment.

“want you to fucking.. cum around my fucking cock, sweetheart. fucking need it,” his voice trailed off as he threw his head back, hair sticking to his forehead, tousled and chaotic. “please cum around my cock, your cock, ‘t’s yours, baby.. promise ‘t’s yours.” he heaved, hips bucking roughly in an animalistic fashion, pupils dilating widely. the usual blue of his irises being disrupted by the spread of his dark pupils. “‘t’s your .. fucking cock, baby.. all yours, fuck..” he echoed himself, nipping at the skin of your shoulder to cease his idiocy.

a depraved yelp elicited from your throat only to be muffled by the plushness of the pillows beneath you, practically suffocating against them as he continued to hold you still. he was hitting it so fucking good, ripping every ounce of defiance from your body as you just took it. all of it. sounds of your drenched cunt filled the room as well as the satisfying sound of his balls plapping against your particularly sensitive nub, causing your knees to buckle underneath you. you pawed at the sheets, hands clammy as you’d strike the pillows weakly. with one final clamp around the base of his dick, you unraveled completely, flooding the bedding beneath you.

but, leon was an addict. he was a fucking fiend. his greedy ass did not stop plowing away, making you shriek and protest against it, legs thrashing against him, the balls of your ankles digging into the sides of his thighs. he hissed, gripping your hips with a hold that felt almost bruising. “good fuckin’ girl.. such a good girl.. going all dumb on my cock like that, baby… you love it s’much. got’chu.. creaming ‘round me.. hmmff..” he babbled, pressing a large hand onto your lower back, arching your stomach into mattress further to somehow plunge himself deeper into you. he seemed to be edging himself, unrelenting. wanting to ensure he piped you to the brim with his seed.

“so messy, so .. fucking wet, shit!~ pussy’s fuckin’ sucking me in, haah!” he squeaked with urgency, throat tight with exhaustion. his hips ached with care, the stiffness of his joints palpable as his thrusts became sloppy, uneven, uncoordinated. you couldn’t speak, could hardly move. your voice was broken down and hoarse from all that hollering. one thing about leon, he’ll always slut you out.

Trust Me pt. 2

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Part 1

Author's Note: I made this too long, so it's going to be divided. Also, shoutout to @thefirst-ofus for the part 2 inspiration/idea, thank you.

“Stay with me baby,” Leon whispered, walking through the warehouse, “We’re almost there.”

Leon held Ashley over his shoulder with one arm, and he held you by the waist, helping you walk. He looked down at you, trying to smile only for it to falter. His heart twisted seeing the black veins covering your arms and face, your eyes lacking their usual light. Instead, they were hazy, focusing on something because every so often you hide your face in his shoulder, crying for him to protect you from the hooded figures. He would hate how his voice sounded each time he comforted you, it would betray him. It sounded panicked and confused, helpless. 

He finally made it to the operating room, quickly punching in the code. Leon carried Ashley to the operating table, you stumbling in behind him, breathing heavily. You leaned on the door after closing it, your vision slowly becoming blurry. A painful cough caused your body to shudder, as you fell against the door, blood on your hand. Leon quickly placed her on the table, before running over to you. You felt your heartbeat slowly becoming nonexistent as Leon held your face. 

“Come on,” he said, though he was beginning to sound muffled, “You’re going first.”

“No,” you said, though your jaw felt glued together, “She needs to go first. It’s why … it’s why we’re here.” 

You felt your eyes beginning to close, before Leon tapped you, causing you to open them. His pale blue eyes were stormy, focusing on the black veins that covered your face. He shook his head, trying to rationalize you going first, “Ashley got the medicine, you didn’t. So you need to go first.”

“If something happens to her,” you breathed, “They’ll kill you.”

“But you’ll be okay,” he kissed the top of your head, “And that’s my only goal.”

Ashley began to cough, her body shaking. Leon cursed before he slowly lifted you. He carried you over to a chair next to the operating table. Ashley’s condition seemed to worsen as if she didn’t take the medication at all. Leon took a step back, running his hand through his hair as he looked at the both of you. He was trying to make it work, he needed to, after all, he’s Leon Kennedy. The perfect agent, everything worked out for him, but as he held your frail body and looked at your drained eyes, it wasn’t working out. 

“Save her,” you managed to say, trying your best to smile at him, “I’ll be okay till I’m next.”

He kissed you with trembling lips mumbling okay before he left you. You smiled at him again as he began to operate the surgical device, hoping that your smile would hide the fact that you barely heard his voice, that you could only taste blood in your mouth, and that your body felt too heavy for your weakening heart to operate. You heard her scream in pain at the touch of the needle, causing you to hold her hand, which was the only thing keeping you grounded in reality. 

Leon’s fuzzy body moved over Ashley as he whispered words of encouragement. You coughed again, trying to be quiet. You weren’t able to cover in mouth in time, so you watched the droplets of blood fall from your mouth onto the ground. You let go of Ashely’s hand, not even aware if the procedure is over, placing it over your chest. You opened your mouth, gasping for air as your heart seemingly stopped. Tears only blur your vision more as you felt yourself beginning to die. You fell face first onto the floor, the chair falling on top of you. 

Leon quickly ran over to you, throwing the chair off of you. He held your body, desperately saying your name as you were going limp. “Love it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m going to get this out of you,” he wiped your tears, “I swear it will be okay. Just .. just don’t leave me.”

“Leon,” you barely whispered your eyes focusing on nothing, “Please … I don’t want to die.”

The fear in your voice shattered his soul, as he held you. He hated how fragile you felt in his arms, your strength depending on him. He blinked away his tears while trying to kiss away your own. His mind told him to be strong, but his body was betraying him. Trembling lips, shaky arms. He was scared, God he was so scared of losing you. 

“You … Don’t talk like that,” he said, not knowing how long he can act brave for you, “We’re going on vacation after this, remember?”

You didn’t reply because you couldn’t. As the world faded to black, you felt was the softness of his kiss. Leon has never felt so powerless. He has never hated himself so much, he was supposed to be injected, but … you jumped in front of him at the last minute. Leon ran back to the surgical device, quickly scanning your body for the parasite’s location, taking a deep breath to try to calm his heart.

Your screams of pain wanted to make him hide, to cut his ears off. He wanted to comfort you, to hold your hand, but the words wouldn’t come out. He couldn’t do anything but hear you cry, scream in agony, as you called out for him, for him to make this pain stop. He felt his soul shatter, being the one to hurt you, someone who he can’t live without. He had to force himself to continue operating the machine as his mind created a new nightmare, your screams. He felt like a child when you needed him most. 

“Leon,” he almost didn’t hear Ashley’s voice over his panic, “Leon, is it over?”

“Ashley, check y/n’s pulse,” Leon said, not sparing her a glance, “You feel anything?”

“Uh … yes,” Ashely replied, “But hurry.”

After the procedure, he ran over to you, telling you that it was okay. Leon ignored Ashely’s look of worry, taking her tears for the recent procedure that she went through. He didn’t apply any of it to you. He lightly moved her out of the way, not registering how her hand was simultaneously on your wrist and neck, checking your pulse.

“Told you that you’re safe with me,” he kissed you on the forehead. But you didn’t respond, your hand didn’t hold onto his. You didn’t respond to his voice. You didn’t react to him.

He checked your pulse, his heart stopping when he felt nothing there. He mumbled no as he checked other places, his mind and what little strength he had left shattering when he felt no pulse. He looked at your face, seeing your calm expression, seeing that your body has been healed, but your heart … it. Leon placed his ear on your chest, straining to hear something, swearing that your hand would get lost in his hair. But your hands stayed at your side and your heart remained still. 

He ran across the room, opening cabinets and throwing things on the floor, trying to find something to restart your heart. With each failed attempt, he felt the room being robbed of its oxygen, and everything in it was gone. It was just him, your dead body, and the sound of your awful screams. He finally faced you, and stumbled over to you, his mind dark and his vision blurred by a mess of tears. He couldn’t speak, and each time he opened his mouth, a broken cry would come out. 

“Y/n, angel,” he held you, “Please, don’t leave me. I need you, please,” he repeated your name in a mess of tears, apologizing.

“Oh God,” he cried, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you. I just … I wanted to protect you.”

He held you, fiercely, as if trying to protect you. As if trying to make up for not doing so properly when you were alive. He felt anger course through him as he held you. Angry at himself for letting this happen to you angry at the one who did this to you. But underneath that anger was hopelessness. It was piercing, radiating throughout his entire body. He’ll never see your smile again, he’ll never hear your voice again. He’ll never love again because you took his heart with you. He’ll only have his memories of you, leaving him in a constant state of chasing those memories desperately trying not to forget you.

“We … can’t leave her,” Ashley said, “We aren’t going to leave her, right?”

“I’m not leaving her,” Leon said, “She’s not staying on this island.”

He knelt, only holding your hand against his head. He watched his droplets stain the floor as his mind was still trying to understand what is happening. Ashley sat across from him, not saying anything, trying not to cry, trying to put on a strong show for Leon. At some point Leon got on the operating table, gently tracing your features. 

“Oh love,” he whispered, his voice thick with pain, “love, I would do anything to switch places with you. I ..” he couldn’t seem to speak, and only more tears began to fall. 

Leon stared looking at the ceiling as he held your hand. Everything hurt. It hurt to breathe, to think, to be alive. He wanted nothing more than to join you, hoping that God would allow him to visit because you’re with the angels. If not, he would sneak over heaven’s gates just to kiss you, to hold you. Reality was suffocating him, so he tried to escape it by closing his eyes, where he saw you. Smiling, laughing, it was paradise, distracting him from the pain, from the fact that he’ll have to wake up.  

He didn’t know how long he was out, all he felt was a gentle shake which caused you to disappear. He stared at the ceiling, groaning as the light shaking continued, “Ashley. I don’t want to talk. Just give me some space, please.”

“Didn’t mean to wake you sleeping beauty.”

Leon’s hand shot to the side of him, feeling air. He looked over to see you standing next to the operating table, Ashley clinging to your side. You looked like an angel, with glowing skin, your eyes beautifully deep and alive. Leon slowly got up, reaching out to you. He softly touched you, as if his hand would go through you. You placed your hand over his, giving him the confirmation that he needed. 

“My knight,” you held the side of his face, “You saved me.”

You saw tears well in his eyes as his large body devoured you in a tight embrace. You were unable to hug him back, but you whispered sweet words to him, words that made him impossibly hug you even tighter. You whispered words to him that he thought he would never hear again. Ashley quickly mumbled that she’ll be outside, but it fell on deaf ears because Leon had you locked in a kiss. It was deep, passionate, and desperate as if he was trying to remember your taste. 

“Le,” you breathed, “Baby, what happened?”

“You died,” Leon said, “Or at least your heart stopped for like ten minutes. Love, I thought I lost you. But it’s clear, more than anything, I need you.”

He leaned his head against yours, lacing his fingers with yours, “Just don’t do that again okay,” he laughed.

You lightly kissed his lips, “I’ll try not to.”

The building began to slightly shake, causing your moment with Leon to be interrupted. Ashely ran back into the room asking the two of you if you felt the tremor. You nodded as Leon said that he needed to end this. You weren’t sure if he was announcing his intention or talking to himself, but whatever the case may be he wasn’t doing it alone. Together the three of you ran out of the building, back to the elevator. Outside you saw Saddler on the port, you continued to look through your binoculars, your heart twisting seeing Ada hang unconsciously. You gave the binoculars to Leon, the sight of her causing him to hand you the binoculars, one foot practically in the elevator. 

“Wait,” you held his arm, “You aren’t going down there alone.”

“I am,” he began, “Someone needs to be here with Ashley.”

“And someone needs to be there with you,” you pushed back, “I’m not letting you die.”

He sighed, and you can see, almost feel him wanting to leave. He looked in Ada’s direction before taking you by the hand, walking some feet away from Ashley. He looked over you, before resting his hand on your chest, where the surgical equipment pierced your skin. He rested his head against yours, “I can’t let you get hurt again.”

“Leon, with all that we’ve seen, you can’t fight this hell show alone,” you try to reason with him, “You know this.”

“I need to protect you,” he said, his voice wavering as his fingers wrap around yours, “I thought that I lost you, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I didn’t know how to live without my soul.” 

“My piece of heaven,” Leon kisses you tenderly, “I need you to be safe.”

Leon told you after thirty minutes to leave, but you saw it as the time for you to go in and help. Ashley tried to get your mind off Leon’s situation by asking you about your relationship with him as you watched the port. Saddler transformed into some monster, sprouting tentacles as his roars can be heard from where you were. The monster bugs also surrounded the port, each flying down to attack, he’s in that by himself. 

“He can’t do that alone,” you said out loud, “Take this, it’s fully loaded,” Ashley took the gun, her eyes wide, “I’ll be back soon.”

You made your way to the port, hoping that he was okay. The bugs attacked you first, causing you to almost use all your ammo on them. You shouted Leon’s name, but it was washed away in the noise of the fight. You continued to run around the port, even having to jump from one broken side to the other, before you found Leon. A tentacle had him in the air, squeezing his neck. One of Leon’s hands was desperately trying to loosen the monster’s hold on him while his other hand fumbled to take out the knife. His gun was on the floor, feet away from him. 

You ran over, shooting at the green sac, causing the tentacle to be separated from the body and fall to the ground. You ran to Leon helping him up, his eyes widened seeing you as you gave him a cheeky smile. He quietly thanked you, squeezing your hand. 

“What do we do now?” You asked as you ran for cover.

“We take out the green sacs,” Leon said, “Then I’ll go for his chest,” he quickly kisses you, “Be careful, okay.”

The two of you ran to opposite sides of Saddler, surrounding him. You had to dodge multiple attacks of his tentacles while aiming at your target. The two of you were successful in weakening the enemy, causing him to fall. You and Leon met in front of the enemy, watching him gasp and struggle for air. Leon picked up Saddler’s staff, motioning for you to stand back. Leon drove the staff into the chest, causing Saddler to give off one last horrible-sounding scream. 

You and Leon stood in front of the dead body, your hands lightly holding. You turned your face to him, smiling as you rubbed off some dirt from his face. He mumbled come here, pulling you into a kiss. Your fingers got lost in his soft hair as he pressed you against him as hard and close as possible. Despite the salty taste, his lips were heaven itself. If love had a form it would take, it would be his voice, his lips, his arms. It would be Leon. 

“Thank you, Leon,” you say, resting your head on his chest, “For saving me. I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head, “Love you more. And you don’t ever have to thank me for that, you always come first.”

“Ready to go?” Ada’s voice caused the two of you to turn around, “We can leave this island right now.”

You didn’t say anything, though you were surprised that Leon still held you close. The small gesture warmed you, as you leaned into his shoulder. “I think it’s time that we go our separate ways,” he says. 

Ada slowly nods as she looks at you. You straighten up subconsciously, as she smiles ruefully, giving Leon one last look before looking at you. “Be careful,” she says throwing keys at Leon, but you knew that the message was for you. Be careful with him, with his heart.

The two of you, along with Ashley, made it off the island by jet ski before it exploded. The three of you turned to face the destroyed island, relief evident on your faces, so much so that Ashley laughed. Leon looked back at you, “Ready for that vacation?”

“Yes please,” you groaned, “I don’t want to pick up my gun for the next year.”

That vacation that Leon mentioned would be in Paris. That vacation would be delayed by four weeks because of the paperwork and debriefing and checkups. But finally, finally, you and Leon were able to get that vacation, kicking it off with a dinner date. 

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“You ready?” Leon called.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking over your dress. It was a beautiful, low-cut dress that hugged your body, revealing your curves. The dress had a slit on the side, and it was backless. The navy blue color complimented your silver pendants and necklace. 

 “You’re staring Kennedy,” you smiled.

“Can you blame me?” He says, walking behind you to place a kiss on your back, “You look beautiful, love.”

You looked down at your hand, feeling warmth seep through your face. Your smile deepened seeing Leon take the necklace from you and place it on your neck. Leon placed his arms around you, pulling you into him, his cologne clinging to you like a heavenly scent. 

Leon kissed your neck, his lips impossibly soft, “So beautiful,” his hand slipped underneath the slit of the dress, “ I can’t wait to show you off to Paris.”

His voice was low, threatening for a good time, “And then,” he continued, “Take it off.”

“Well, all of this is here for you,” you pressed up against his crotch causing him to inhale, “Don’t forget the hotel key,” you smiled at his reddened face.

The two of you headed downstairs, to catch a cab to your dinner reservation.

(To be continued)

professor!re4r leon fucking u.. i think (or at least wanting to fuck u)

cw content : leon size kink kennedy (jk) | sub-afab-fem-reader and dom!leon kennedy | age gap(ur 19-20 he's 27), leon masturbating, penetration, slightly weird ooc leon:( ♡

[to clarify, i am a minor (17). anyone <17 and anyone >17 uncomfortable with interacting pls dni]

authors note bc i love rambling; btw i'm writing this in public at some boba cafe can u believe that lol im literally supposed to be studying but hwatever fuck it leon make me go blaahhhhhh. btw what do i call this? a fic?blurb?drabble? idklmfao by the way i have NO idea on how to write professor x reader shit so im sorrhy if this sucks ass.

synopsis : conflicted and flustered professor!leon kennedy of your local college struggles to improve his class' average because students like you—incompetent, airheaded, spoiled and klutzy— make it difficult for him :(

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you heard the rustling of laptop bags and stationery as leon's students left for that morning lecture. though, they moved slow and drowsy; for leon is sure nowadays this generation can't afford to wake up at 6:00 in the morning to prepare for a 7 a.m. lecture on "deviance and crime control."

especially you.

kennedy is a sharp man. he harps on students even if they get a B on any assignment, but he swears it's on his tough love (to which a lot of students aren't really aware of, just that they know this stoic pretty-face of a man has high standards.)

he is also keen on attendance. something girls like you seem to take lightly. it was absurd, really. most professors don't give a shit, do they?

it would've been fine with leon if you missed lectures even twice a week as long as you emphasized your understanding of his lessons through putting stellar effort on your schoolwork. but the best you've gotten on his class was a B- drawing close to a C+.

so, he needs to have a chat with you. urgently.

"l/n, i need to speak with you." leon spoke, confrontative as his black jeans peered from your right peripheral vision. he stood tall beside the edge of the table where you sat. jesus, was he trying to give you a heart attack? (he always had this habit, he'd just pop out of nowhere. he has silent feet.)

yes, you may have missed his lectures from monday to thursday to go to macedonia with your family: but if leon were given the opportunity for a vacation he would snag it too, right?

you looked up at the young professor, wide-eyed and a bit intimidated. what the hell did you do this time? you closed your laptop, gave leon your full attention. leon has also noticed this about you; you're quick to pay attention but you have the memory span of a dumb rabbit. maybe even the IQ of one too, if leon was rude enough.

so you sat there, hands on your lap as you fiddled with the pleats of your blue plaid skirt. the color makes his heart beat a little—he loves the color blue. and the way it looked on you... wait, no. what the hell was he thinking?

"you couldn't even spare the few minutes to e-mail me that you'd be missing four- four, of my classes in one week." he emphasized with a slate tone, and the way his eyes peered down at you added that he needed your reasoning of the situation. he'd love to hear what you had to say for yourself. "i had to talk to your friend, ashley, for some clarification. even the president's daughter has the dignity to show up to my class with a verbal apology." leon scolded as his fingertips met the pages of your notebook. did you even care about his classes? :(

much to your chagrin, your lips were pressed in sheepish silence. hopeless, even. you didn't even have anything to say for yourself? how pitiable.

you simply can't miss class, that wasn't right! just because you thought you could hide in the shadows amidst leon's collective of 73 students (yes he counts), you aren't out of his eyes. in fact, you stood out to him even if you were just an incompetent scholar.

he sighed at your silence. "fair enough, an apology can't compensate for your lack of presence or decorum." he then placed your paper on the desk, you had gotten a D. you were never a bad student but this was your first D ever! your eyes widened and he caught on even though he could only see the crown of your hair. "surprised? because i'm not." leon uttered flatly while his pale fingers flipped through the papers right in front of you. you even spotted a few contractions— when did you even pass this?!

but you weren't a bad girl to him, no. you were capable of shame and guilt. you looked sideways, unable to meet his eyes and training your vision to the floor. you felt low, disappointing a professor that gave you numerous chances to break out of your awkward shell.

"you're a smart girl, you know that?" he finally sighed softly. he wanted you to look at him, make him another promise that you'll start putting effort in his class. he needed to maintain his class's average or else he'd prove he was an inept professor, and he can't do that when he lets 'students like you' get away with shabby attendance and subpar schoolwork. "i don't just give students chances. but that doesn't make you special." and it was true—he's voluntarily failed 6 of his students before. "you'll do something about this, right?"

"yes, professor kennedy.." you muttered modestly.

"hmm?" he hummed inquisitively as he took your paper back. he was willing to give you a chance. "listen to me. i'll give you the chance to redo your paper. i know when students rush their work and if i see even a hint of redundancy in it—i will take all my chances back. and you are never taking absences from my class. i don't want you entering even a minute late, or leaving a second early. i hope we're clear, l/n."

naturally, you were scared. so you nodded up at him after countless confirmations that you will do you work and that you'll show up to class no matter what. he has to use your word against you, he's sorry but it's for your own good.

once he was satisfied, he gave you a nod and turned his side, dismissing you. after all, leon was a busy man. you're not his only student.

it was when you walked out the building and then 20 minutes away from it that you felt like crying. you hated being scolded by him :( but just when you were about to go through your bag for your handkerchief, you were stuck with an inconvenient realization. you forgot your handkerchief.

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leon just stared at the table where you sat from just now, backpack strap over his shoulders since he was just about to leave. he gripped onto either of them slowly as he stared down at your handkerchief in contemplation.

a twofold baby-blue hankie embedded with a subtle floral print. tentatively, he picks it up with his hand and examines it. for a minute his mind went blank, conflicting between chasing you and just returning it to you or to leave it by the lecture podium for her to retrieve tomorrow (when you hopefully attend his lesson again.)

..but blue was his favorite color.

"damn it." leon, with a barely audible mutter, shoved the handkerchief in his jacket pocket. he felt like the most guilty man in the world, poor boy.

...

leon sighed.

he wasn't celibate.

his hormones were in shambles once he got to his place. perhaps part of it was because he knew he hasn't graded the recent tests yet.

manspreading, tie loose, shirt stuffy and jeans undone while his hair wisped in slightly disheveled directions. cold breaths followed out his pretty mouth.

"nnn..fuck.. uhh-" leon whimpered into the baby blue cloth, laced with your perfume. he felt so guilty, so perverted. he shuddered every time he could see over the edges of the cloth, seeing his cream-leaking tip from previous orgasms spurt teasingly. "ahh- fuuuck, p-please-"

his grunts were high. he was close to crying, staining your pretty handkerchief with guilty-pleasure-ridden tears. spilled milk, it trailed down his pretty shaft as he pumped it over and over. his motive was you— you were just so fucking stupid and had so much naivete, it absolutely vexed him knowing how endearing you were.

until a slip of leon's mouth surprised him, earning a small squeak from him as he accidentally muffled your name in your cloth. "fuck, y/n- a-ahh.. u-uhh..hmfff.." he was frustrated; whining and cumming while his mind stirred with the thought of you and your pretty eyes and the photographic memory of your dumbstricken face.

he gave out a tired whine into the cloth, so, so close to crying his frustrations out. he just wanted to eat you. christ, and he was so hard for you it made his head ache..

he could only watch his girth that pulsed with white. he pried the sweet handkerchief off his lips, breathing roughly and wiping his tears. he felt so, so sorry for you. the color of the cloth looked exactly like the skirt you wore yesterday. and yet to top it off, he (ashamedly) wiped his cum off with your dainty cloth. oh, he's so sorry..

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he didn't want to come to this point. or maybe he did and god was force-feeding him with culpability (he's atheist). he offered once to tutor you personally. one-on-one, no distractions. and so suddenly, someone's skirt was on his clean carpet floor..

your blouse draped over your shoulder and was pulled above your bra carelessly. he handled you with so much ease, squishing you into position while he tried to slowly push his thick length into your syrupy hole. you bit the knuckle of your thumb, and whimpered timidly that he was too big. but look where you were now.

"fuck- you're so- you feel so good.. shut up and take it all, yeah?.. hmmff-" there leon goes, harping you again. you were so loud but it wasn't even your fault, not when he was pistoning his cock into you and paying no hesitation to his pace. you were simply too sweet for him not to please. "sweetheart, hold onto me.." he mutters.

he was pushing every squeak and cute little wail out of his pathetic student, rutting his tip into that spot. "n-nnghh- aah!~" you were running low on words.

"yeah?- mhmm...ffuck, right here? huh?" the feeling of him thrusting against that spongy part more and more sent your mind further into autopilot. you were past squirming around and pushing him away, you just had to take it.. and take it.. and you were doing so good ♡.

"l-leoonn.. m-mm!- fffeels t-too good-" you babbled, mind stuffy with the pleasurably-shameful feeling of being gorged with your professor's thick girth. he shuddered at the way you uttered his name so adoringly. to leon you were so dirty but so, so cute. he had you puddled into tears beneath him while he fucked into your cute little hole with fervor. he just wanted to stuff you full, make you his, adore you forever.

he whined softly into your shoulder. you kept clenching down on him and it made him impossible to think. his phone was ringing on his bedside but he doesn't even give a shit—if anything he tried to drown it out by thrusting into you faster, to which made him lament into your skin. he even adjusted your hips up impossibly further.

"l-leeonn, n-no..— n-no more, please!!-" you blabbered adorably, voice mumbly and whiny as you clawed at his shoulders or back— you didn't know anymore.

"shhh shh.." he cooed over your cries with a quiet and honeyed voice, planting a soft kiss to where he could reach on your face or head. "i know, i know, it feels so good, hm?.. just let it feel good, baby—ahh, fuck-.. uhh..." he moaned lowly into your shoulder, unable to stop the way he rutted his cock into your creamed-up cunt. you seemed to be enjoying it, so why were you complaining? leon thinks to himself smugly but he knows he can't act on his pride. after all you made him like this—submitting to his carnal urges...

you didn't wanna cum a third time, huh? silly little girl.

leon growled quietly into the crook where your neck and shoulder met. you've never heard that sound from him. he held you down, constraining you, and squished you further into his mattress. a helpless and surprised yelp lolled out your tongue as he went impossibly quicker while he cursed like he was about to break down in tears. leon was mercilessly grinding his cock into all your sensitive spots, not letting your pleas of retort contest him. "fuckfuck- u-uhhh, take it, baby, c'mon... do it f'me, it's gonna feel so good-.. ahh!-"

he couldn't even finish his sentence—just piping his cum in you roughly as if he were proving a point, growling whinily along the way. he even kept fucking you shallowly while you were a dumb, sniffling mess with no sense of self-assertion as you creamed all over his shaft uncontrollably a third time. consecutive and quiet whimpers could be heard from you while you soaked in your overstimulation, needing him desperately to reassure you again through the overbearing pleasure of being pushed past what your cunny can handle.

"poor baby." he muttered to himself breathily as he gave the last of his tired, frustrated thrusts and pulled out of you; giving you the time to breathe while he pats your hair down comfortingly. his fluttering eyes finally closed as his head found refuge in your neck, slightly limp with exhaustion as he huffed cold breaths on the wet patches of your skin.

he pulled his head away after a minute of regaining what's left of his strength. leon looked down at you with subtle puppylike eyes, like he was sorry for ever being so harsh on you; even before he fucked the shit out of you. you quietly took your handkerchief to wipe some sweat off his neck— and his cheeks went a little rosy, remembering what he did to it that day you "lost" it ♡.

seems detergent can't wash something like lust away!

Um may I request some smut with DI!Leon x fem!reader with him like holding her up with her legs wrapped around him while he stands up and fucks her? With like a soft!dom vibe (maybe a bit of a daddy kink if you’re comfortable with that) Cuz his arms look rlly wow in the teasers and I’m kinda tired and crampy so I’m feeling soft 👉👈

ok I actually like that a lot nonnie.

smut under the cut. minors dni.

Moans from your lips were his favorite sound, he even had recordings of it just because he loved it so much. But hearing it in person was something else, your legs wrapped around his waist, chest pressed against his as his strong arms held you up while he stood - fucking you with no mercy.

"Ngh- shit, you like this, princess?"

You could barely utter a coherent word, you were basically being bounced on his cock and the sounds you uttered were going to be engrained in his brain for days.

He chuckles to himself, he had complete and utter control over your body - he knew everything you liked and used it to his advantage, the way his hand dipped between you two, feeling his fingers toy with your clit to bring you closer and closer to mindless euphoria.

"Of course you like it, mmph, fuck."

You were close, so was he. Just a bit more, that's all you needed, a bit more of a nudge before heaven was beyond the horizon. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he brought you and up and down, your lips on his in a feverish kiss as he toyed with your clit more and more.

A pleasured cry was all it took for him to reach his own high, now standing on shaking legs, he walked you both back to the bed. Your back hitting the mattress before he slid out of you, you could feel the combined release making a mess underneath you.

He chuckled to himself at the image of you on the bed before hovering over -

"Now, what do we say?"

"Thank you."

He leaned in, "Thank you, what."

"Thank you, sir."

He kissed you sweetly.

"Good girl."

And what a good girl, you'd always be.

Leon Kennedy bf texts

These are so messy but I couldn’t stop thinking about them😭😭

yeah