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A Knife’s Edge (Leon Kennedy x Black reader)

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Pairing: RE4 Leon x Black reader

Summary: In the midst of a zombie outbreak, you and Leon find survival with one another. Having trudged through the zombie apocalypse together, you both set up base in a seemingly abandoned library where more than just blood is shared…

Genre: Established relationship (casual, survivors), zombie apocalypse

Warnings: depictions of blood and gore (minimal), oral (f. receiving), dom Leon, rough sex, penetration w/o protection (use protection!), swearing, pet names (‘pretty’ and ‘baby’)

WC: 7k

A/N: Damn, I know it’s been a hot minute since I posted. I haven’t had any ideas or fixations, so I’ve been slacking on writing, but I hope this belated Halloween fic helps me get back into things. Not connected to my past Leon ff’s, the events of RE4 don’t apply here, just a regular zombie AU. Thanks for any support, enjoy!

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The dust particles looked more like floating tumbleweeds when caught in the strips of light filtering through the grimy windows. Fat and heavy as they glutted upon the decay in the old building. Your eyes track a particularly large ball of dust that drifted lazily across your face; if only you were awarded that much leisure.

“Coulda used your help out there,” boots land on creaky floorboards and pulls your attention away from the dust that fades into sunlight.

Turning your head, you see your companion, Leon, crouched over his bag with his head lowered and his hands busy rummaging through the hefty backpack. “Seemed like you had it under control,” you answer before moving over to help him set up camp.

“Yeah, well… you secure the interior at least?” He passes you the tightly rolled sleeping bags after unclasping them from the bag, you take them before moving past the foyer and into the main section of the building.

“I did. Upstairs and downstairs were clear… it was odd.”

Leon snorts derisively, “probably because they were all outside.”

Unfurling the sleeping bags over worn floorboards, you roll your eyes while your hands smooth out over the polyester. It wasn’t much in the way of comfort, but it was something to keep you warm when the seasons changed, and this incoming fall had already been brutal. Despite a zombie apocalypse practically wiping out humanity, the effects of climate change were still persistent. The earth was still in a state of rigor mortis, and only time could heal what was so thoroughly damaged.

“You came back alive, didn’t you? Not a speck of blood on you, besides, you’re thorough with perimeter checks.”

Leon glances up from the small pile of supplies he was building beside him. The sight of rainbow colored wrappers nestled under the cold steel metal of the silver ghost’s barrel, and dull knives, was a striking contrast. It brought a sense of security amidst the destruction of everything else around you. “Stop wrapping your excuses with compliments.” He murmurs, but the gruff husky timbre of his voice was something you had long gotten accustomed to. “You sure you checked everything in here?” As he stands up and walks deeper into the room, Leon turns his head toward the rickety steps, where rotting wood toyed with the idea of collapse.

“Yes, Leon…” you huff as you sit back on your haunches, eyes tracking the way Leon’s shoulders stiffened as if preparing to lunge, and how his hand clenched and unclenched as if restless for a trigger to pull. “It’s kind of hard to miss a zombie. I checked all the crawl spaces, every closet, all the nooks, and the storage room. I promise this library is secure.”

Leon’s blue gaze sharpened into ice as he inspected the top floor, his head tilted as if listening for any sounds. It was hard to get Leon to relax, granted it would be hard for anyone to relax in this situation, but Leon was like a live wire, sparking with anticipation for any threat. You had to admit that you found his tenacity impressive, and he had saved your ass more times than you could count. Pairing with an ex-cop was probably the best decision you’d made since the virus broke out, and yet in the rare quiet moments where life didn’t feel so fragile, you noted the way Leon always volunteered to stand guard, to take the night watch, to triple check perimeters when he should’ve been resting.

But asking Leon Kennedy to take a break was like asking a zombie not to ravish your flesh.

With a sigh, you stand up and make your way toward the pile of supplies Leon placed on the ground. “You want a crushed Snickers bar or dry ramen noodles?” You call out over your shoulder, holding the snacks pitifully in your hands. You’d have to make a note to try hunting again so that you both don’t burn out on sugar and lack of protein.

“You eat, I’m checking upstairs.” The words are accompanied by Leon’s careful steps easing up the stairs that whined beneath him.

Shaking your head, you pick up the candy bar and peel the wrapper open before moving back to the sleeping bags neatly settled in the corner of the room. Around you were half-empty bookshelves towering in disheveled rows. Books lay strewn across the floor like battered butterflies with the paper wings torn and crumpled, and the sight made something pull in your chest as you took a bite out of the candy still gripped in your palm. The saccharine flavor of cocoa and peanuts tasted off-putting amidst the broken art surrounding you, the last remnants of your humanity beaten into the old, rotting floors. Suddenly, the candy tasted bitter, and you decided to save the rest for later, stuffing it in the pocket of your pants before the sound of footsteps caught your attention.

“Looks clear.” Leon appears at the top of the steps, lips pressed together as he glances down the hall before trekking back down the stairs.

“Huh. It’s almost as if I had already done a perimeter check.”

“Alright, smart ass… you eat?” He steps carefully past a tossed-over file cabinet before making his way toward the pile of supplies. He ignores the food and reaches for a knife, tucking it in the holster strapped around his waist.

“If you can call a regretful bite of Snickers eating, then yeah,” you answer, sighing heavily while the taste of chocolate lingered on your tongue. “You should eat too, y’know… and relax, pacing around with a knife isn’t gonna help you. We cleared the building, Leon.”

It was like your words were garbled and muffled to the ex-cop, as his attention was focused on the flat rock he pulled out from the bag, while the other stroked the knife against the mineral, sharpening it from his position against the wall in front of you. His eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed together in concentration. You knew he heard you, knew he was trying to keep himself busy so he didn’t have to feel the fatigue biting at his muscles; he was running himself ragged, and you’d be damned if you let him burn himself out, leaving you to handle the horde of zombies that lay claim to the Earth.

For a few long minutes, you both resided in your corners of the room. Only the sound of metal against rock broke the silence, and it was pissing you off that Leon just acted as if you didn’t say anything. “I’m gonna try to hunt.”

The screeching sound of metal shirking against rock halts the second the words slip past your lips, “hunting?”

“Yeah, you’ve seen the shit we’ve been guzzling, we’re running on E, and you’re about two zombie scares away from burning out.” You place a defiant hand on your hip that pokes out to the side, and pray you look serious because you were.

Leon’s gaze, which had been steadily watching the glint of his knife, had now locked onto you, tracking the way your breasts heaved when you took a breath, tracing the flutter of your lashes, and deciphering the press of your lips. “I’ll go,” he starts, shucking his knife in his belt holster, “you stay back, secure the-”

“Fuck no. You’re not taking my job and then pretending like you did somethin’.” You interrupt before Leon could even get two steps in toward the door. You cut him off with a hand pressed against his chest, fingers curled and knuckles meeting heavy cotton-polyester that protected the muscle coiled tight underneath. When your eyes met again, he could see the sharpening edge you were metaphorically pressing against his skin with every blink of your determined eyes.

“God damn brat… fine. I’ll secure the perimeter,” you could barely repress a smile as you congratulated yourself with a small fist in the air, “and wipe that slick smirk off. You’re lucky I’m letting you go.” Leon’s tone was gruff as he folded his arms over his broad chest, eyes pretending to lock onto a random spot on the second floor.

“Aw, what? You gon’ miss me?” The cheeky smile you give is met with a roll of the eyes.

“Take my knife,” Leon dodges the question with a weapon being pressed into your palm. When you move to take the knife, however, Leon’s fingers shoot out to wrap around your wrist. Not forcing, just grounding while the glint of his blue eyes iced you to your spot, “stay vigilant.”

No flowery declarations or monologues bidding farewell, but it was steadying and it was an assurance that Leon believed you could handle it, that he wanted you to handle it. You didn’t miss the way his finger brushed over your pulse before he let you go or how the lingering warmth of his calloused touch remained in your head like a burn whose sting still pierced through freshly flayed skin.

Outside, the elements offered you some reprieve from the comparatively stuffy library. Yet with such freedom came increased danger, a tradeoff. You want safety? You lock yourself up in a bunker with billionaire-levels of greed hoarding, you want survival? Well then, that required a little bit of risk, but there was liberation in self-sufficiency. Comfort in ability. Even if the exchange involved paying the ultimate price. You liked to take it one day at a time, one moss-covered step a day toward some sort of salvation.

“Huh… salvation,” the word tastes funny, like the syllables couldn’t quite be digested in one bite. It was a slow, corroding sludge, and you didn’t like how that brought up a creeping sense of dread up your spine. Instead, you did your best to focus on calming your breath, on the foliage, on the little cracks and splinters of sticks.

One… two… three… in…one…two…three…out.

In the absence of any real human activity, nature had claimed almost every piece of manmade infrastructure that once dominated. It was best, however, to stick to the wooded areas, fewer zombies to deal with, and it was easier to spot the fast fuckers. Your steps are careful as your eyes follow a particular path where fresh rabbit tracks are marked in mud. Your eyes squint to follow the delicate paws, having long gotten over the initial squeamish rebuttals against hunting the cute animals after experiencing true starvation that lasted almost a week. Morality was easy to abandon during the apocalypse; you were just lucky that the ones you left behind weren’t particularly damning.

The burrough, I’m close…

The dugout looked empty, which meant the rabbit was nearby. Ducking behind a fallen tree, you press against the bark, inhaling rainwater and moss that saturate the air. You steadied your breathing and reached for the bow and arrow you had grabbed before leaving the shelter. Leon had taught you a few times about how to use your arrow, but neither of you were pros. Leon’s aim with a gun made him a slightly better hunter than you, but you could hold your own. You wanted to.

Squinting your eyes, you let your hand press the shaft of the arrow against the bow, centering the tip to strike into flesh. Crack. Your eyes move. Snap! A twitch of movement, fleeting, dashes behind a shrub. The sway of droopy leaves clues you in to your prey.

Sorry lil guy…

A three-second countdown, and suddenly the arrow is whizzing through the air before striking past foliage. You hear a thud and cheer, standing up to your full height, you skip your way over to the shrub and split the leaves and branches to find the large hare lying in a patch of damp grass. “Thank you for your sustenance,” you murmur over the critter as you carefully pick it up. The fur is soft against your hands, and you don’t relish in the crack that vibrates through your bones when you put the creature out of its misery. “Try to find one more to really rub it in Leon’s face…”

After scouting for a bit longer, you manage to find a wild goose and take it down easily. The haul back to shelter is relatively upbeat considering you had two dead animal carcasses slung over your shoulder. Glancing up, you were nearing the end of the woods that tapered off into a field where the library sat at the edge of a town. You trudge through the overgrown grass, and dew collects on your boots and soaks through your jeans. It had gotten thick with no maintenance, almost reaching up to your chest in certain areas. It was a sea of green that writhed in the wind, and about a quarter of the way to the library, you stopped to simply take in the sight. Gray swirling clouds above orchestrated the writhing fields that swooned and swayed with every sweep of wind. It was hypnotic in an “end of day’s” type of way. Maybe because it was.

“uUrghegh…”

Indiscernible.

That was the only signal you had before a large weight pressed onto you, sending your body stumbling down into the grassy fields that gratefully swallowed you into its maze. You had barely a second to scream before realizing a zombie had snuck up on you in the field, crashing into you at top speed and sending your head spinning from the impact. But the zombie gave you little time to recover as its hand clasped around your boot, tugging at any part of uncovered flesh it could find as its body scrambled over yours with a frazzled, chaotic energy. Your vision had barely cleared up and locked onto the zombie before its claws were trying to tear into your neck. With a second to react, your hands grab at the rabbit hide and use it to block from the attack, sending rabbit guts and blood spewing over both of you when the zombie tears into it.

You attempt to stand, to use the zombie’s distraction with the rabbit to run back to shelter, but the grass is wet and tangled beneath your uncoordinated feet. You slip and teeter as you try to grasp for balance. Your heart is an execution drum in your ears, and the taste of iron is so far down your throat that every swallow is thick and sticky.

Behind you, the rabbit is quickly decimated by the gurgling creature as a dangling skeleton of what once was meat and muscle hangs from the zombie’s tip-rotted fingers. It makes a sound between a groan and a growl, as if choking on the blood it just guzzled before, and suddenly it takes off in a mad sprint towards you. Your hands curl around the knife lodged around your belt, prepared to fight for your last breath, but as soon as the zombie takes off, it stops as if stunned. Then, with the dramatics of a movie scene, the zombie falls over to reveal Leon behind it, a knife clutched in his hand that he had used to dispatch the creature convulsing on the ground.

“Sorry it took me so long to get here. I heard your scream and got the silver ghost, but the noise… had to find my spare,” he holds up the knife before crouching down and stabbing the zombie once more before it could transform. The squelch of rotting organs and cracked bones effectively ruins any appetite you used to have, and from the way blood began to clump in your thick curls, Leon figured he’d take over on hunting duties.

“C’mere..” he doesn’t mind the blood. Leon simply pulls you into his side while his head swivels around, checking the field. “The library has a back office with a private bathroom. Use that, I’ll get dinner started.” His tone is still firm, but there’s a softness to it now, one that always appears whenever things get dangerous, got real. Because honestly? It was only a matter of time til one of you guys had to bury the other, and luck wouldn’t allow for a double suicide, so for now, survival was your only gambit.

Leon had collected your gains (just the goose) while you cleaned up in the bathroom. There was no shower, but there was a sink with running water; it must have had some type of private reservoir around here that the pipes were connected to. You didn’t question it as you scrubbed off blood from beneath your nails and swallowed enough water to fill a bathtub. You changed into a cotton shirt and sweatpants, your curls pulled up into a damp bun, and your face scrubbed raw. By the time you made it back out to the main room where you were set up, you spotted Leon. He must’ve found another bathroom as he wasn’t wearing his gear, just a gray shirt with sweats like yours. His hair looked darker, wet from the makeshift shower he had. On two paper plates sat roasted goose, your plate was settled over your sleeping bag with the Snickers bar you ate earlier, delicately cut up into pieces to form the sentence ‘do nut worry’.

“You’re so fucking corny,” you murmur, but Leon doesn’t miss the smile you send his way as you settle down onto your sleeping bag.

“Figured you’d like it,” Leon muses with a shrug before picking up his own plate.

Dinner is a quiet affair; Leon knows when to offer peace, and he was a saint at simmering in silences, not for the sake of acknowledging what’s unsaid, but recognizing what was being processed. And that distinction made all the difference in your relationship. He murmurs about doing another outer perimeter check and even offers to take night shift, his little way of comforting, of protecting.

“Leon, I know you’re tired. Let me help.” You offer as you both toss your plates in a nearby overrun trash can. A performative action by this point.

He shrugs, brushing a hand through his blond hair as his eyes flicker to the window while he leans back, sitting against a bookshelf, while the yellow of the lamp between y’all cast a warm glow over his skin and made yours look molten beneath the luminosity. “You’re hurt.” He says it simply, with no twinge of doubt or condescending gleam in his gaze as he stares out the window.

Something about the sincerity in his tone made your nails prick into your palm as you shift over the creaky floorboards, your butt growing sore above the weathered planks. “I’m not hurt, Leon. Zombie didn’t leave a scratch on me.”

Leon rolls his eyes, his lips parting in a soft sigh before his gaze finally slides back over to you, soft and open for once. “Not physically.” There’s a pause, a heavy one, before he continues, his head leaning back against a shelf behind him, “you’re a little shell-shocked. It’s been a while since we’ve seen a zombie up close… I just want you to rest, that’s all.” And that was really all.

Something about Leon’s forthcoming nature was comforting to you; no game, no ulterior motives, just a straight and narrow view of operating that seemingly was fueled by his generosity rather than self-preservation. Something about that fact, that indisputable fact, made your heart palpitate, but that was not something you planned on naming tonight. So instead, you take a steadying breath and stuff your softness in a playfully wrapped grin, “so I need to mentally relax and you need to physically relax. I think we can solve this conundrum.”

Leon’s eyebrow lifts, head tilting slightly before the edge of his lips faintly lifts in the premonition of a smile. “Oh?”

“Mhm…”

Shifting on your sleeping bag, you shuffle over the polyester until you're beside Leon, who hadn’t moved besides his gaze that locked onto you like he was trying to figure out the combination. One hand lifts and carefully moves to touch the first bump on his cracked and scarred knuckles. When he doesn’t pull away, you let your fingers roam more freely over his knuckles, moving over each hump and savoring the warmth of his skin between bones.

“Why does it feel like ‘relaxation’ is a code word for ‘sex’?” Leon asks, the question sassy in nature, but you could hear the growing rasp in his tone, the way gravel began to scrape against his voice.

You smile cheekily, “because it is.”

He laughs, a real one that’s quiet and rumbles, lingering warmth in your chest like a homemade cider against bitter wind. Your heart palpitates again, and you reach for his cheek instead, your thumb brushing over a fading scrape against his cheek from a week ago, “scrape is healing up.” You murmur lamely as your focus shifts to the way Leon’s skin heats beneath your touch, how his peach-tone hue blooms with the subtlest of pink. Why was he so beautiful when flustered?

“You should kiss it… help it heal faster.” The joke fell flat, mainly because it was grounded in truth, a truth of desire, of stolen kisses, and daring touches that had your breath gasping.

It wasn’t new to you. Sex between the two of you. But right now, it felt like you both were asking for different things but needing the same necessity. With a breath of hesitation, you slowly lift your head until the tip of your nose meets his. With one glance down, you lean in to kiss Leon softly, unhurried in the press of your lips against his own. You move languidly, as if tasting him for the first time, and in a way you do. Kissing him with your heart palpitating and hands shaking from need and restraint, it was different. You felt Leon shift against you, hands slipping around your waist and settling on the dip of your hips. His fingers span over your lower back, shifting lower to grab your ass and haul you over his lap. Suddenly, the light from the lamp obstructs Leon’s face, but up this close, you could count every one of his pores if you wanted to.

Your lips slant over his as your head tilts, catching his teeth that nip at your bottom lip, making you moan into his mouth that he swallows. You guys follow each other like an exchange; conversation is conveyed through touch, guidance through sound, and you both communicated fluently. The soft movement of your lips grows more fervent, and Leon’s hands over your ass tighten when your hips buck into his.

“Want you to spell it out for me…” he groans against your lips, pulling away to trail open-mouthed kisses down your throat, breathing in the scent of rainwater and deodorant that clung to your skin. “Want you to tell me…” the words trail off as lips latch against a patch of sensitive skin, tongue flicking over the column of your throat in a way that made you squirm, you felt that familiar pulsating ache dampen between your legs at the way he lavished your neck in attention.

“I want you…” You mumble as your hands shift to slip beneath his shirt.

He hisses at the tip of your cold fingertips against heated skin and quickly abandons your hips to grab your wrist and pull them from beneath his shirt. When you send him a questioning gaze, he responds with a mock comforting smile, “What do you want from me?”

He nips at your bottom lip while you roll your eyes, hands twisting in his grip. “What? I gotta spell it out for you?” You ask, eyes widening with incredulous demand.

Leon only shrugs. You groan, practically melting in his lap as you feel your panties grow stickier by the second, “What do you want me to say, Leon? That I’m desperate? Desperate and horny? That I want you to fuck my brains out?”

Leon’s eyes glint in the shadows, something fierce and passionate unlocking in his gaze. It was one you’d never seen on his face during foreplay, and the sight was incredibly attractive. “You sure?” The low timbre of his voice vibrates against your ribcage, sharp and insistent need wars with quiet concern in Leon’s eyes as he stares at you, “if you’re still shaken up…” his voice trails off as your fingers squirm in his grasp. Even now, his mind lingered over your well-being amidst sensual distraction, and that made your body respond in a traitorous shiver.

“I’m okay, Leon… just wanna feel you.” Your voice is soft despite the rough layer of tension that scraped every part of exposed skin.

From the way his clenched jaw ticked to the way his tongue swiped along his pouty bottom lip, he was the epitome of seductive restraint in the moment. In a flash, you went from straddling him to being pushed into the scratchy material of the sleeping bag. The wooden floors creak beneath the force of two bodies, but they withstand the tension mounting between the two of you.

“Just wanna feel me, huh? Want me to fuck you?” He asks, shifting his grip to where your hands were locked above your head, clasped in one iron-clad grip while the other traced over the hills of your tits, moving extra slowly over your nipples that stiffened beneath his touch. You whine in agreement, and he smiles softly, “see? An offer of some dick and suddenly you’re complacent…” he whispers, the words rough against your ear as he travels down your body.

You want to argue, but the moment you feel your shirt being raised and your sweats being tugged down, your rebuttals are stalled out. Leon leans down and wraps two pink lips around your brown-dusted nipple, his tongue circling the bud and listening to the way your breaths hitch and grow heavy with every swipe. “Leon–”

“Shh, let me take care of you…” His words are muffled against your tit before you feel his hand slip over your panties, “so wet…damn…” he mutters to himself before his slender fingers hook into your underwear, sliding them to the side. “Feels just as good too…” With little preamble, Leon crawled down your body and pressed a trail of kisses down your sternum, over your inner thighs, and down to your pussy where your sweet, unique musk hit Leon, and he groaned at the scent.

His tongue was like a clit-seeking missile, and it targeted yours perfectly. As soon as his mouth was on you, your hands nestled in his blond locks, tugging for stability, and pulling out of eagerness. “Fuck…!” Your curse is a blunted weapon against the onslaught of pleasure Leon pierces into you. You were already sopping wet, the sound echoing in the quiet library of Leon absolutely snacking on you. His tongue swirled around your clit, lips sucking periodically to draw out keening whimpers from your lips. He ate you like a man starving, he didn’t rush, he listened to the pitch of your moans, murmured encouragement against your heated skin, and his hand had left your wrists to tweak with your nipples.

“L-Leon…! God,” you attempt to speak, but the words are sputtered and choppy at best as your back arched above the sleeping bag.

“Nuh uh, no moving,” he lifts his head and your dazed eyes spot the way his lips glisten, your wetness staking a claim to those sinful lips before he’s diving back in, “not til I’ve had my fill.” Which consisted of sticking his tongue in your entrance and lapping up your wetness. You were so sticky and creamy already that you were close to coming. Your tits heaved, your thighs shook, and your eyes closed, ready for the imminent crash of pleasure. But before you could reach that peak, you were drawn back to the base when Leon pulled away.

“What’re you–” You don’t have time to ask questions as Leon’s hands tug at his sweatpants to reveal his thick cock that springs up from the once-tented fabric. His pink tip shimmers with precum that drips onto the wooden floor, and the way it throbs and twitches makes your mouth water.

“Turn around,” is all Leon replies with, and his eyes border on no argument.

You bite your bottom lip, debating on responding with a bratty reply, but you don’t even get the chance before his hands span around your waist to guide you into position. “Impatient?” The smug grin you send over your shoulder is completely wiped off when Leon smacks your ass, hard.

A red blooming mark immediately flushes your brown skin, and the yelp that escapes you is equal parts surprise and arousal. “Shut it,” Leon murmurs as the head of his cock notches at your entrance, “you said you wanted to help me relax.” He eases inside slowly, careful to listen to when you whimper and whine until he’s fully bottomed out inside you, “so help me relax.”

The stretch of Leon’s cock inside you had you groaning before he even moved. But when those brutally deep strokes began to nudge you into the floorboards, you almost lost it. Leon fucked you hard and deep, no fast, shallow strokes, but rough, thorough strokes that had you choking on your moans. Your hands scrambled for purchase over the sleeping bag, hands curling into fists while Leon rammed into you from behind with a vengeance. He fucked like he wanted to breed you, like he was marking you internally. It was different from the other times; it was visceral intimacy in a way you’d never experienced. Rough sex could be one name for it, but it was the way his hand pressed into your lower back to arch it better, how he curved his hips slightly at the end of strokes to press that much deeper, to how his cock pulsed between your slick walls. “Fuck…fuck… feel so good…” he moaned, his head falling back but eyes refusing to flutter closed.

He wanted to see you for all that you were. The way your ass jiggled and shook when his pelvis slammed into you, the way your beautiful brown skin glistened with sweat, to those sweet sounds leaving your lips. In the midst of the moment, Leon’s hand that was pressed into your back shifted to grab your bun, inadvertently pulling some of your curls loose. He’d know he’d catch a scolding from you about it later, but watching your hair cascade down your arched back and even lower, the way your cream coated his dick through half-lidded eyes was worth it. He’d take all your chiding if it meant you were still here, still his.

You felt the pressure building within you as Leon fucked you, your praises of his name started to grow more and more ragged, and you felt your muscles tense as you got closer. “You gonna come, pretty?” Leon grunts, voice wispy as one hand tightens around your hip. His pace stutters as your walls flutter around him, the heat of your pussy was killing him, and he sure as hell wasn’t lasting much longer.

You hear the hitch in Leon’s breath, you feel his nails prick your skin, and right before you think he’s going to come, he pulls out. Without giving you a second to process anything, he has you up against one of the bookshelves, fucking you stupid while holding you up on his cock. The angle allows him to bury deeper inside you while your moans pitch higher, “Leon! Oh god… that feels-!” The words are disjointed as your orgasm builds with every thrust, “yes, yes, yes–fuck–right there!” Your hands grapple over Leon’s broad shoulders, taking in the scent of aftershave and roasted goose as your head buries into the crook of his neck to avoid screaming his name.

“God… the way you sound,” Leon murmurs as he redoubles his movements the moment he feels you come. Your walls clamp down around him, fluttering and milking him for all he’s worth as your orgasm hits. Your muscles tense before shuddering in a heap of pleasure. Leon simply fucks your oversensitive body through it, murmuring, “yes, baby, just like that…” against your ear as you shudder from your high.

You can feel Leon getting close after you come from the way he fucks into you with a single-minded focus. Your head falls back against the bookshelf, watching the way Leon’s skin flushed, his hair sticking a bit to his forehead as his brows furrow in concentration. For a moment, you’re in a haze of pleasure, too sensitive to move but too turned on to stop as Leon ravishes your pliant body. But something over his shoulder catches your eye. Past the sweaty, hot man fucking your brains out, a shadow you swore saw shuffle in a corner flickers in the darkness..

“Leon…” You say his name once, but from your tone alone, it conveys enough for Leon, who immediately stops moving to check your reaction. One look at you, and he knows something is wrong.

“What?”

“Look behind you.”

A glance over his shoulder, and Leon’s eyes widened. “Is that…?”

You nod.

Leon sighs, the sound haggard and more exasperated than concerned, “You tellin’ me I’m balls deep inside you and a zombie somehow snuck in?”

You nod, shifting in Leon’s arms as you watch the creature. It wasn’t reacting to the sound of your bodies, nor did it appear to be facing you guys. You couldn’t help but feel an ice-cold prick of fear as flashes from the earlier zombie attack circle back in your head, “it’s my fault… when you saved me earlier, a zombie must have–”

“Baby? __? Hey, it doesn’t matter. Right now we just need a plan.” Leon’s looking at you with open eyes, suddenly cleared from the aphrodisiac of pleasure that once fogged up his mind.

You take a quick, shuddering breath before nodding and closing your eyes for a second to formulate a plan, “if you can bend us low enough for me to grab my sweats, I can use the backup knife that you gave me…”

Leon raises an eyebrow, lips pulled into a small contemplative frown, “You think you’ll be able to throw a critical hit on him?”

The zombie was on the opposite side of the room, but with Leon holding you up, he wouldn't be able to throw at full enough strength to incapacitate the zombie. “I got this.” The gaze you levy on Leon makes his frown turn into a tactical line before nodding and shifting you ever so slightly in his arms.

With the stillness of someone trained for it, Leon ignores your walls fluttering around his dick and lowers himself to quickly grab the sweats and pass them to you. Once your hands find the cool base of the knife nestled in the pocket, you take a deep breath and focus your gaze on the zombie who is beginning to shuffle around. Either ya’ll got lucky or this zombie lost their eyes and ears as the creature stumbled over piles of books, grumbling low, raspy growls as slobber dripped from its torn jaw. You wait until the zombie turns, letting it take one step closer and closer. The light catches its skin that’s been kissed with necrosis. The scent of rotting flesh and oxidation permeated the air, the zombie’s black voids where eyes should’ve been sucked in the little light you had, and for a brief moment, you felt paralysis lock up your muscles at the realization of how easy it would be for both of your lives to be snuffed out while like this. You could feel Leon tense beneath you, but he didn’t speak, just watched your hand steady the knife. Muscles tense beneath you, but you don’t dare take your eyes off the lumbering zombie to catch Leon’s expression. But you feel him, the way his fingers press into the curve of your ass, keeping you flush to him as if his body could shield you from skin-rupturing bites.

You heard your blood rush through you, the racing pump of your heart filled you with a steadying energy. Now wasn’t the time to freeze like earlier; now was the time to separate survival from freedom. The zombie takes a few steps closer to where you remain pressed against the shelf. You needed the timing to be perfect; if the zombie was too far away, then you would’ve effectively given away your position while doing little damage. The space of protection dwindles by the second, and your nose scrunches at the scent of blackened, moldy meat. One more foot… just one more… Leon’s muscles tense for action, but before he could take matters into his own hands, you flick your wrist and send the knife twirling through the air before lodging it in the center of the zombie's forehead and sending it stumbling back.

Leon wastes no time as he quickly walks over to the fallen zombie that twitches and groans. With you still in his arms, Leon raises a boot to fall over the knife, further piercing the weapon into the zombie whose limbs flail before slowing. “Good job, an impaired zombie is still a dangerous one…” Leon praises, his eyes locking onto the creature to catch any more signs of life.

“Thanks… that scared the shit out of me.” You murmur, glancing down at the now fully deceased person.

“Then why are you still wet as shit?”

“Oh gee, I’m not sure, maybe because a dick is still inside me?”

Leon’s lips quirk up in a grin, “I think it just turns you on. The killing, the danger, the bloodlust.”

“Alright, now you're rage baiting, mister, ‘keep me on your dick while I take out a zombie.’” You retort, but your smile is all sin.

Leon doesn’t even hide his this time, “yeah, and I’d do it again. Very relaxing…” Leon’s hands cup your ass cheeks, massaging the globes while lifting you to bounce on his dick. His muscles strain beneath his shirt, and you can feel how much strength is coiled under his skin.

Your heart does that weird palpitating thing again, but it feels less uncomfortable this time. Still wasn’t something you planned on unpacking, but for now you were content fucking Leon over a zombie’s corpse because it was the apocalypse and you had to survive somehow, and for you that was with an ex-cop’s name on your lips and dick fucking you stupid.

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(I’ve noticed so many of my Leon fics involve Leon not coming 😭, so below is a little extra excerpt of the smut with Leon’s orgasm as a lil treat)

One would think killing a zombie would be a total cock block, but with Leon’s dick still buried inside you, it felt like a waste not to finish what was started. So before packing up, before thinking about scouting for another base, Leon was going to fuck you. Readjusting his grip, he hauls you up against a nearby bookshelf, his hips pistoning into you while your hands scrambled for purchase over his shoulders. Your nails bite deliciously into his skin, and for a moment, with utter clarity, he realizes he’d take a hundred zombie bites if it meant he could keep you against him like this. He would never say it out loud, but he genuinely values having you with him. You offered a level of grounding softness that reminded Leon that he was still human. And that was a sensation he never wanted to forget.

So he indulges in the way his name is torn from your lips; he bathes himself in the praise of your moans. His cock pulsed inside you, savoring the embrace of your slick walls that hugged him and milked his throbbing shaft. “Fuck…” he whispers into your golden skin, tasting the sweetness of your sweat and practically whining when you squeeze him just so. Fuck the zombie whose dark blood was beginning to stain the wooden floors, fuck the tools that glared at him to be packed up, fuck the whole world that tried to separate you from him. All he needed was this, you, clamped around him and muffling your moans like it wasn’t the sexiest thing Leon had ever heard and felt.

He could feel himself getting closer, the sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with the strangled breaths escaping both of you. When Leon lifted his head back to catch your face in the lamplight, he knew he was about ten seconds away from blowing his load. You looked too pretty, your curled lashes fluttering, bitten off moans slipping past your lips, and skin glistening as he fucked you into the bookshelf. Yeah, he was a goner, and with a muffled groan slipped into your curls, Leon hurriedly lifted you up and off of his dick. His cum paints your thighs instead in droopy white streaks, his cock still twitches half-heartedly when he sets you down, the pink tip glistening as the milky white strings connected to it taper off as his orgasm passes.

Grabbing the few napkins ya’ll had collected, Leon cleans you off gently, making sure you were cleared of cum. You’d definitely need to look for a new base since this one had been thoroughly compromised. And yet despite the late hour, you both packed in record time. Perhaps it was because of the mutual release or the unspoken way both of you clung to one another, but another day in the apocalypse sounded less daunting than before. And for you two, that was freedom enough.

#leon smut #re4 leon #leon x reader #leon s kennedy #leon x y/n #black reader #leon kennedy #zombie #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 smut

Cut and Dry (Leon x Reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: RE4 Leon x Reader

Summary: Leon comes home from a long and tiresome mission with a nasty wound that he tries to hide from you… keyword is try.

Genre: Established relationship, boyfriend Leon au, smut, hurt and comfort

Warnings: oral (f. receiving), fingering, praise, mentions and depictions of blood (but it’s really tame), swearing, hurt and comfort (it’s nothing serious though), pet names (‘baby’, ‘angel’)

WC: 3k-ish (I can’t remember the exact word count lmao)

A/N: I was debating on whether this could be considered a part 2 to my other domestic boyfriend Leon ff and right now I’m thinking fuck it— it can be considered a part 2 so if you read my other ff “Morning Distractions” I hope you enjoy this one! Also the two aren’t super connected so you can definitely read this one without having read the first one.

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#leon kennedy #leon x reader #re4 #re4 leon #re4 smut #re4 x reader #re4make #leon s kennedy #leon smut #resident evil 4 #resident evil

Leon Kennedy x Black Reader (Headcanon)

•Notes•

Pairing: RE4 Leon Kennedy x Black Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, headcanon

Summary: A few headcanons of what it would be like dating Leon Kennedy.

Warnings: smut at the end but it’s nothing too graphic, pet names (‘baby’, ‘love’)

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: This is my first headcanon so sorry if it’s shitty but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Also the first section for the headcanon was written more as an intro to set everything up!

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#leon x reader #re4 leon #leon smut #leon s kennedy #headcanon #black reader #leon x y/n #leon kennedy #re4make #re4 x reader #re4 #re4 smut #re4 remake

Short and Sweet (Yg x black reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: Yoongi x Black Reader

Genre: smut, college au

Summary: You and Yoongi have been fuck buddies for awhile now, but it seems like Yoongi might want more.

Warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving & m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), cursing, drinking, pet names (‘love’), slight toxicity

WC: 7,642

A/N: This one took me forever to write for some reason (writers block is a bitch). I wrote this to help me get back into things so I hope you like it.

Enjoy!

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#kpop #fanfic #bts writing #bts one shot #bts suga #bts smut #one shot #min yoongi #yoongi x y/n #black reader #bts x black reader #bts yoongi #kpop smut #bts college au

New Recruit (Miguel O’Hara x Reader)

(Credit for art goes to @ Shuploc on Twitter!)

•Notes•

Paring: Miguel O’Hara Spider-Man ATSV x Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: You’re the newest prospect for recruitment at Spider Society. Unfortunately for you, Miguel’s not a fan of your attitude and decides to put you in your place.

Warnings: smut, oral (m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), finishing inside, dom. Miguel, power dynamics (both are consenting though!), pet names ('good girl'), mild cursing

WC: 5,526

A/N: Miguel speaks a bit of Spanish so I’m including all the words he’s saying with a definition in English! It’s not a lot, just a few words that I felt would better match his character, enjoy!

Mierda- shit

Muñeca- doll

Nenita- babe

Ninfa- nymph

Enjoy!

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#spider man: across the spider verse #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spiderman atsv #miguel smut #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #into the spider verse

Morning Distractions (Leon x Reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: RE4 Leon x Reader

Genre: Established relationship, smut, fluff

Summary: Leon only has 15 minutes before he has to leave for work but he’s determined to please you before he goes.

Warnings: Top Leon, quickie, unprotected sex (use protection!), comfort sex, fingering (fem. receiving), pet names (‘baby’), penetration

WC: 3,108

A/N: God, another Leon one-shot! This man won’t leave me alone (I’m not complaining though tbh). I hope you enjoy domestic Leon comforting y/n, I definitely enjoyed writing it!

Enjoy!

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#resident evil #leon s kennedy #re4 x reader #re4 leon #resident evil 4 #re4 smut #re4make #re4 #leon x reader #leon smut #x reader #x reader smut #leon kennedy #video games #one shot

Lavender And Cinnamon (Leon x Reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: RE4 Leon x Reader

Summary: You work at a high-end spa called Exotic Luxuries where you’re assigned to take care of the alluring and mysterious Leon S. Kennedy. But late-night sessions can lead to more than just a regular massage…

Warnings: slight cursing, no protection (use protecting!), workplace sex, riding, blowjobs, pet names (‘good girl’), dom. Leon, praise kink, slight nipple play

WC: 6,750

A/N: A bit different from my usual stuff but I’ve been obsessed with this man especially with the release of RE4 so I wrote this one-shot to help get him out of my head (it didn’t work)! I hope you like it!

Enjoy!

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#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon x reader #one shot #smut #re4 smut #re4 leon #re4 x reader #re4make #re4 #video games #x reader

All Mine (KSJ x Black Reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: Student Body President Kim SeokJin x Student Black Reader

Genre: friends with benefits, college au, smut, slight enemies-to-lovers but not really

Summary: With Jin being the student body president, you have to keep your purely sexual relationship on the DL, but what happens when it’s no longer just sexual?

Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f. receiving), implied sexual content, slight emotional hurt (it’s nothing major though), arguing, dirty talk, pet names (just “baby” but Ik some ppl don’t like pet names), toxic behavior (just a lil bit)

WC: 3,886

A/N: I was bored and instead of finishing my English essay I wrote this so I hope you like it! 😅

Enjoy!

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#bts #kpop #bts smut #bts au #bts x black reader #bts x black girl #bts fanfic #kpop fanfic #bts seokjin #bts jin #bts namjoon #bts writers #bts one shot #bts x reader #bts writing #kpop writers #musicbingo23

You’re 22 (jh x black reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Black Reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, hook-up, one-night stand, club au, smut

Summary: You find yourself dancing with an attractive stranger at a club…

Warnings: smut at the end, swearing, unprotected sex (wear protection!)

WC: 2,258

A/N: I highly recommend you listen to “22” by JayO. It’s the song that inspired this one-shot so it’ll help set the vibes when reading!

Enjoy!

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#bts #kpop #bts smut #bts au #bts fanfic #kpop fanfic #bts hobi #bts hosoek #black reader #bts x reader #bts x black reader #bts x black girl #hoseok smut #musicbingo23

A Dose of TLC (jk x jm)

Notes•

Pairing: Bartender Jungkook x Customer Jimin

Genre: strangers to lovers, slight smut (mild), au, bar, flirting, comfort

Summary: After Jimin completely breaks things off with his boyfriend of two years he's in the need of a distraction…

Warnings: emotional pain/emotional hurt, slight swearing, implied/referenced drug use, mild eventual smut

WC: 8,349

Enjoy!

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#bts #kpop #bts smut #bts au #bts fanfic #bts jeon jungguk #bts namjoon #bts one shot #bts jimin #musicbingo23 #bts writing #bts ships #kpop fanfic #bts writers #btswritersclub

magicshopaholic

On Call (Seokjin x OC)

Summary: Seokjin finally sees the inside of an on-call room. Nari acknowledges something.

Pairing: Seokjin x OC

Genre: Best friends; Minor smut, humour, angst

Word count: 8.7 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: making out, fingering, unprotected sex, tension, talks

A/N: This fic is set eight months after Strawberry and Vanilla. Thank you to @cui-nisi for the stellar song rec <3

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @dreaming-with-happiness @kflixnet (drop a message if you want to be added)

Listen to: "awkward" by sza

seokjin masterlist | main masterlist

Of all the things to happen tonight, this wasn’t on the list of impulses Nari thought she’d be acting on.

#bts smut #seokjin x oc #seokjin x reader #seokjin fanfic

bangtanintotheroom

Where is Everybody?

Hello there! So, this post here is gonna be a doozy, but I need to get some things off my chest and hopefully, I can get some answers at the end of the day.

For the last few months, I’ve noticed a significant downtick in interactions on here. And it’s not just for my blog, quite a few of my moots seem to going through the same issue as well.

On top of that, the ever-present issue of liking over reblogging seems to have just gotten worse.

The main question I want to ask is why?

Keep reading

kpopwritingbingo

Newly revamped for 2023! Now accepting participants for all k-pop groups and idols!!

What Is This?

This is a bingo style fandom event in which a participant is given a ‘bingo card’ containing 24 prompts and 1 free space. You have the entire length of the event to finish and post as many works inspired by the prompts as you can/would like to.

This year’s theme is “the sound of music”. The cards will include a variety of song titles and lyrics from various groups and singers. Participants will be able to customize their cards (limiting groups or genres, etcetera) through the sign up form.

Participants are able to customize their potential prompts via the sign up sheet, but there is always a fun element of surprise! The cards will also include members and pairings (if you opt in for pairings - optional).

Who Can Participate?

We welcome all ages and all writing! mxm, mxr, mxoc, or no pairing, polyam welcome as well!

How to Sign Up?

Please reblog this post.

Read the rules and faq.

Follow the blog (to see everyone’s creations!)

Click here to go to the form.

If you have any questions before entering, feel free to send us an ask.

After you sign up, within a few days or (a week at most), you will receive your custom bingo card - this is an example of what the card may look like. (We will send these via the submit option on your blog or DM if your submit isn’t working. Please remember to have one of these open!)

You can start posting your stories on January 1st! Please use the tag #musicbingo23 and tag the blog in your post so we can see it and reblog it!

Event Timeline:

Now to 5 January, 2023 – Sign Ups are open!

1 January, 2023 – Event begins, begin submitting/posting your works (use the tag #musicbingo23)

10 January, 2023 – Last day to request card/square exchange

30 April, 2023 – Even ends, all works must be posted.

thebtswritersclub

The Official Post: Applications - OPEN

We are a diverse community for writers, beta’s and graphic creators of the BTS fandom who wish to meet and collaborate with others. Our creators post SFW and NSFW, including mxm, mxr and others, in a variety of AUs and genres. You may view our past and current projects here.

To join us, please follow the following steps:

Read the rules.

Follow the network.

Re-blog this post.

Fill out this application.

We accept writers, graphic makers, and betas. If you have any questions about the application process or anything else related to the network, please message the blog directly or contact a member of our admin team.

For affiliates:

Our applications are currently open. Message the blog for more information.

cui-nisi

This looks so cool!!

#bts writers #bts writing #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan #kpop writers #kpop #bts #community #community writers #kpop writing

Swimmin’ In Sinners

{one-shot +3 parts}

•Notes•

Pairing: Criminal Yoongi x Police Officer Hoseok

Genre: eventual smut, teasing, bickering, slight fluff

Summary: In the 1930s with the Prohibition Act in full effect, Min Yoongi, the owner of a local speakeasy settled in the heart of New York is barely able to make ends meet. But when the appearance of a mysterious and alluring police officer comes to shut down his bar, will Yoongi have to face the federal consequences of his actions, or will this sinner be able to swim in his desires?

Part 3 word count: 7,369 (a lot longer lol)

A/N: enjoy! No warnings apply to this! The smut scene is finally here!!

Parts: one, two, three

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