Sunny

Fanfic writer lost in Cynonari Brain Rot <3 | they/he | INTJ | 22 If you’ve seen me outside this forest… no you haven’t <3

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Howdy! I'm Sunny | 22 | they/he

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With love,

– Sunny 🍃

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fighting off the urge to start a second leon series while i haven’t even finished my first 🕺 i need to write part two- maybe i finish writing the draft before my trip, i’ll start my other series as a treat.

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Intoxicated at the Thought

And Now We Are One in Everlasting Peace (I Wanna Love You, but I Don't Know How) Part 1

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Summary: In an attempt to rid yourself of the surmounting stress between your lousy group project partners in college to a generally shitty shift at your job, you find yourself at a rather busy bar in the midst of the city. Most seats are taken, but one is open next to a hot, older man that you've never once seen before. You decide to take a leap at fate and go to sit next to him - and Gods, he is much hotter up close. One thing leads to another, and that soon leads to a nearby hotel for a night of fun - and for a one night stand, this sure feels special. What would become of this encounter? Is it temporary comfort in affection? Or something more?

Themes/CW: 18+ CONTENT, MDNI. Smut, Mildly Dubious Consent (They've both been drinking), One Night Stand, Age Gap, Leon's in his 40s, Reader's in their 20s, Flirting, Teasing, A lot of alcohol is consumed, Kissing, One (1) Hickey, Unprotected intercourse but he pulls out, Blowjob, P in V Penetration, Cowgirl Position, Brief clit stimulation, Cuddling, Confusion, Angst, Porn with Plot, AFAB Reader but they/them is used for pronouns.

Notes: Finally, Chapter One of my Multi-Part Leon Fic! It's sat in my drafts for a while and took me actual weeks to write, and a very, very special thank you to my lovely friend who sat and edited this for me <3 6.3k words, this is the longest fanfiction (let alone chapter) that I've ever wrote.

Word Count: 6,381

And Now We Are One in Everlasting Peace (I Wanna Love You, but I Don't Know How) Masterlist

The bar was bustling with activity when you crossed the threshold, the atmosphere being as loud and boisterous as always. For a small hole-in-the-wall place, it sure did get busy on random weekdays. Most tables were full of faceless strangers and couples who drank and spoke pretty, forgettable words to one another throughout the night.

Not feeling bothered enough to scour the packed pub for an empty table, you sauntered up to the bar in hopes of more luck there. Thankfully, there was an empty spot off to the corner of the counter next to an older guy. 

Probably late forties, you thought, who looked nothing short of apathetic towards anything other than the half-drunk glass of whiskey that he was swirling in his hand.

“Is this seat taken?” You asked casually, while sliding into his peripheral vision. Now, having a clear look at his face, you could finally make out his features. 

He was buff. Not the usual build for someone his age, but it was… impressive. Pectoral muscles showing just barely through his skin-tight shirt that was just visible through his unzipped coat. 

The type of coat that looked like something you could only ever dream of affording. 

Soft, fur-lined and probably worth your entire college tuition alone. 

His sharp jawline collected graying stubble, and above, piercing blue eyes that seemed to wear a type of tiredness you could only achieve through experience - clearly he had seen a lot in his lifetime. 

The thought alone piqued your interest - what sort of tragedy could be storming in that head of his? 

A strand of his light brown hair separates from the rest into his face, while the rest remains parted to the side. 

It looked extraordinarily soft. Genuinely the healthiest hair you've ever seen. Part of you began to wonder, how would it feel to run your fingers through it?

“Go for it.” His voice was gravelly and held an undertone of disinterest, his eyes never leaving the glass in front of him. 

You hesitated, almost questioning if he heard your thoughts, but rationalized quickly, and sat down on the stool.

You rested your elbow on the counter, head finding home on your palm. You weren't sure where you rest your sight. Whether it be on this attractive stranger, or the counter before you.

“Hi, what can I get for you today?” The bartender chimed as cheerily as they could amidst the bustling movement. 

“I'll take a…. Tequila sunrise, if that's okay,” you paused, uncertain, “and a double shot of crown apple.” With a nod, and zero hesitation, the bartender whipped around and got to work.

One shot was quickly followed by another. 

And then another.

After a long day of lectures, studying, and a stressful shift at your job, a couple of drinks to calm your nerves felt like actual Heaven on Earth. 

Just the thought of the group project that sat waiting for you on your laptop at home was enough to evoke the urge for another shot. 

Sure, it was a rather simple project, but the people you had been grouped with weren’t the most reliable. 

Another slammer followed down the hatch like water, the empty glass joining the others in front of you. 

It really sucked not being a lightweight.

A low whistle caught your attention and pulled you from your self-pity party, eyes darting back over to the stranger you had sat next to. 

He was looking at you.

Well, more accurately, he had been staring at the now-empty glass in your hand. 

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.” You murmured, setting the glass down and feeling judged.

A light flush found its way to your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Though it was uncertain whether it was from the alcohol or the man’s sharp gaze. 

He was silent for several moments before shaking his head with a small scoff, “Kids these days.” 

Frowning, you ran a hand down your face with an angry sigh, trying to fight off the ever-growing flush to your skin.

“Excuse me, I-” Turning to face the stranger, his eyes finally met yours and you fell silent. 

You knew he was attractive from your wandering eyes peeking through earlier, but goddamn.

Suddenly, your tongue felt too big for your mouth. 

“I’m… so sorry, that was…”

He really was a sight for sore eyes, and if you hadn’t been too busy eye-fucking him, you would’ve noticed the hint of amusement cross his face. He was quick to pick up on your lingering eyes.

“Cat got your tongue?” His question was casual, eyes lit up as if this scenario was entertaining him. 

And maybe it was.

Swallowing thickly, you huffed out a laugh that sounded less confident than you had been hoping. Words were becoming hard to form as you continued to ogle at the man as if entranced by his appearance alone. 

Up close, it was very easy to get lost in those icy blue eyes that felt like frost on steel, flecks of amber reflected over the iris from the warm bar lights. He had a subtle smell, probably some expensive cologne mixed with whiskey that radiated off of him and overwhelmed your senses. 

It took all the willpower in every inch of your body to muster an answer.

“Could the cat be you in this scenario?” Despite your obvious fluster, the words managed to flow as naturally as breathing.

A chuckle escaped his lips, hitching your breath in your throat, anticipation filling your body. 

“Aren’t I a bit too old for you, Sweetheart?” One of his eyebrows was arched in question, a hand raising the glass of whiskey to his lips for a sip of it. The muscles in his forearms shifted visibly, eliciting a reaction under your tongue. This simple action had drawn your attention almost preemptively, eyeing him like he was a lake in the middle of a hot desert. 

And God, were you dehydrated.

The way the pet name slipped off his tongue was as smooth as honey, the word alone making you feel fluttery in strange places.

“And what if I like it that way?” You hummed, tilting your head on your palm. The small, back and forth exchange was becoming easier to manage, the words slipping smoothly off your tongue. Whether it was because you were gaining confidence, or the liquid courage, it was unbeknownst to you.

Talking to him felt easy, though the alcohol had certainly loosened your tongue, leaving you flirtier than usual. 

“Okay, Cupcake, slow your roll,” he grabbed your chin softly, looking at your flushed cheeks. “I wouldn't want you making any regrettable decisions this fine evening.”

You ignored his remarks, appreciating the warmth of his hand on your face. Warmer than you'd have thought it'd be.

“What's your name, then, sir.” You teased, grazing his stubble with your fingertips that he failed to dodge.

“Name's Leon.” He grabbed your wrist. “What's yours?” 

“Whatever name will bring me closer to you.” You watch his smirk grow wider, almost confused, or amazed at how bold you were getting. “What do you do for work?”

“I, uh, get paid.” He contorted. “That's all you need to know.” 

“Well, that's not fair.”

The man, now known as Leon, was rather secretive of his own life. You chalked it up to the fact that you were a stranger at a bar, so you didn’t mind too much, but his mysterious demeanor left you craving more. 

Though, his lack of talking didn’t deter you from filling the silence yourself, words flowing from your lips almost subconsciously. Anywhere from complaining about college to yapping about your current interest of the week. 

“-and he wouldn’t leave me alone-“ in the midst of complaining about some guy on campus who had been lowkey harassing you over wanting a date, you suddenly realized, sobering a bit, just how much you had been talking this guy’s ear off. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yap so much, I really don’t know when to shut up, huh.“

“It’s fine.” He waved a hand dismissively, amusement flashing across his face, “You seem very passionate about everything you talk about,” he tilted his head at you with genuine interest. “It's cute.” 

The casual compliment slipped off his tongue like it was nothing, but it didn’t feel like nothing to your brain.

Gawking at him, your alcohol addled mind struggled to decipher if it was him flirting or if it was him complimenting. Either way, it was certainly going straight to your head.

And between your legs. 

Shifting slightly on the stool, your fingers began to fidget with the sleeves of your hoodie, suddenly feeling shy under his strong gaze.

“So…” You murmured, wanting to test the waters despite the way it was making your heart race in your chest, “Got yourself a girlfriend? A wife?”

The pause left anticipation filling the moment like fog. The glass of whiskey parted from his lips almost in slow motion.

“Can’t say I do.” Leon muttered indifferently into his glass, placing it back to his lips to finish the sip he was trying to take. How considerate to prioritize answering you.

But you were too drunk to think about that. 

Even the simple act of him drinking was hot, and the way his tongue darted across his lips after each sip had your thighs squeezing subconsciously.

 “What about you?” His question interrupted your perverted thoughts, “Got a special someone on the side?” 

“Ditto.” You shrugged, lazily raising your own glass to take a drink of the bitter liquid inside. 

“Wow,” He hummed, almost sounding surprised, “A pretty person like you? Single? I feel like that’s pretty unheard of.” Setting down the mostly empty glass in his hand, he instead ran it through his hair, a few of his graying strands catching the light. 

It felt like your brain was going to short-circuit, your jaw all but dropping to the floor. 

Surely he was flirting with you, right? 

Right?

Gods, you hoped so.

“Most guys my age only want a quick and easy fuck.” You muttered, a look of disgust flashing across your face, “with no concern for anything else but their nut. Or they’re controlling dicks who just want the bragging rights of being with someone prestigious.” 

Running a hand through your hair, a soft sigh left your lips - it’s not like you weren’t interested in finding someone to be with, it could just be… difficult. Between the creeps and the jerks, it was hard to really see the appeal. 

Eyes flickering back up to Leon, you took in his expression. He seemed to be deep in thought, eyebrows upturned ever so slightly with his finger pressed to his chin. 

Coughing awkwardly, you offered an apologetic smile, feeling meek, “Sorry, I can’t imagine my poor excuse of a dating life is that interesting.”

He shook his head, waving his hand to the bartender with a gruff, “Another round.” Before tilting his head in your direction, “And another one for them, too.” 

Fresh drinks quickly found their way to both of you, and the man wasted no time before raising it to his lips, drinking away. 

“Thank you, Leon.” You murmured, finger running along the rim of the shot glass. 

Sure, you’d had guys buy shots for you before in an attempt to flirt with you, but this time felt different. He had been conversing with you - or rather, you had been talking his ear off for a while now, and he seemed to be a genuinely good listener. 

“Don’t mention it.” His reply was delayed only long enough for him to pull the glass from his lips, setting it down. A droplet of whiskey dribbled from the corner of his mouth and before your brain could catch up with your body, you were already leaning forward to swipe it away with your thumb, faces inches away. 

Both of you froze - you, with your hand all but cupping his jaw, undodged, thumb having frozen after swiping away the stray droplet, and him, lips slightly agape and eyes impossibly wide as he stared at you. 

Even in the loud bar, time slowed, and sound blurred. The silence that filled the space between you and him felt fragile, like a single breath could shatter it. Each of you waited with bated breath, unsure of the next move. 

You could feel his stubble against your palm, the slight tension in his jaw as he waited for you, for anyone, to make some kind of move. 

It felt like an eternity before that came.

Moving to pull back your hand, your lips parted to desperately stutter out an apology, tripping and stumbling over your words as your heart hammered in your chest, “S-Sorry, I-“

But your words fell flat when his hand moved up to grab yours, stopping you from pulling away. Your jaw went slack, confusion written on your face.

His hand was warm against yours, way bigger in size as it all but engulfed it. And yet despite the size, his grasp felt careful - gentle, like he was making sure not to hurt you. 

Before he could even speak, you beat him to it, a shy look crossing your face, “What do you say we…” head tilting toward the exit, your eyes met his, “get out of here?”

The silent suggestion in the question wasn’t lost by him as he paused for a moment, as if debating it in his head. Though whatever debate he might’ve been having seemed to have lost as he nodded, tossed a couple of wads of cash onto the counter to cover your tabs, and guided you out of the packed bar without so much as a second glance back. 

Your heart hammered in your chest as the two of you walked along the sidewalk, his hand resting against your lower back as if to keep you steady - which was greatly appreciated, seeing as you and he had certainly had a decent amount to drink. 

The coolness of the night perfectly combatted the warmth the light buzz brought into your chest and body, your eyes subconsciously lifting to the sky. It wasn’t long before a small pout overtook your face. 

“I hate the light pollution here, I really wish I could see the stars.” You stumbled just a bit due to looking up at the sky.

Your footsteps echoed on the pavement in the night, the streets mostly empty, save for a few drunks stumbling around that Leon expertly shielded you from as you walked. 

“Back home, you’d have to be blind to miss the stars - I used to just sit outside and stare at them for hours.” Your rambling continued for several moments, ranging from the annoyance of cities and their light pollution, to the constellations themselves. 

Truly, only you could ramble like a nerd while walking with a really hot older guy that you were about to fuck. 

Leon, for his part, seemed to be listening very intently as you spoke, eyes often flicking in your direction. His expression was soft, but you could see something a bit deeper hidden behind the edges. 

“Where are we going?” You finally asked after several moments, eyebrows tilting up in question. It was obvious that it wasn’t your little apartment that he was taking you to, and you doubted that he was directing you to his house. 

“There’s a nice hotel down the road.” He replied, finally looking down at you fully - he was a good bit taller than you, but neither of you minded, “If you’re sure that this is something you want.” 

With an astounding lack of hesitation, you nodded rather eagerly, a flush spread to your cheeks. 

“Yes!” Though you felt silly for how quickly you replied, fearing you looked desperate, you avoided eye contact. 

A hotel? This was new - being in the heart of the city, surely the hotels weren’t that cheap. You’d had guys try to woo you in clubs, promising the comfort of the backs of their cars or even the dirty bathrooms - not that you ever accepted - but you hadn’t had anyone just rent a room before. 

Leon was certainly different from anyone you’d ever met - his age was definitely a big factor, seeing as he was a lot more mature than the guys your age. It was like a breath of fresh air. 

Finally, the building was within sight as he guided you in and straight to the counter. His hand rested steadily against your lower back - gently, calming - as he spoke with the worker, paying for the room and filling out whatever he needed to. 

With the key now in hand, the walk to the dedicated room was short and full of unspoken tension, like a wire being wound tight and about to snap. 

You felt giddy. The events to come made your core buzz with unfiltered excitement. 

And a deep, urgent desire that was spreading like a flame. 

It didn’t take much time after entering the room before your back was pressed to the cold wood of the door with a gentle push, his lips almost devouring yours like he was savoring his last meal on Earth. 

A soft gasp escaped you as your hands found their way to his coat on instinct, fingers deftly tangling in the fur lining to pull him closer. His lips felt soft, moving smoothly against yours like two puzzle pieces sliding together. 

The kiss broke and you followed after him desperately, eager for more, yearning for the feeling of his lips against yours once again, but he stopped you. 

Blinking up at Leon, you took in the light blush staining his cheeks - was this the first time you’d seen him flustered all night? - his lips slightly agape as shallow breaths escaped him. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked again, voice low, eyes focused on you. Your expression, your body language. He drank it up, taking it in to make sure he wasn’t missing anything, “You can say no, I’ll get you a ride home. I don’t want to take advantage of you-“

“Yes, Leon, I want this.” Your voice was steady, certain, as you stared up at him unblinking. 

He paused for several moments before nodding, one of his hands finding home on your waist as his other moved to cup your jaw, “I’ll let you take the reins then.”

That single sentence made you pause - it wasn’t like you didn’t have experience in the area, it just wasn’t often that you got to control the situation like this. 

It made you a bit nervous, the fear of making a fool of yourself began to eat away at your brain. 

Eyes meeting his again, all you could see was the trust that swirled through his pretty glacial blue eyes, filling you with the assurance that would push you forward. 

With confidence now thrumming in your veins, you nodded and grabbed onto his collar before yanking him down, messily slotting your lips against his in a passionate but sloppy kiss.

It was uncoordinated, your teeth gnashing with his but neither of you seemed to care much. The faint taste of whiskey flooded your taste buds as your tongue brushed against his, deepening the kiss all the more while your bodies moved closer. 

Chests pressed together, one of his hands rested against your lower back, the other tangled in your soft hair. 

Moving to push off his coat, the expensive fabric slipped off his shoulders and to the floor and you pulled from the kiss, eyes meeting his. 

Leon’s shirt hugged his body perfectly, the fabric stretching over his muscles and leaving little to the imagination. The sight had your pupils dilating, a familiar heat flooding to your core. 

With your mouth back on his, the two of you moved over to the bed where you found your way on top of him, straddling his hips as your hands slipped under his shirt to roam his skin. 

It took a few minutes to realize that his hands were rather awkwardly on the bed at his sides, and the look on his face was all you needed to understand that he was holding back.

“You can touch me, y’know?” You murmured after pulling back just slightly, lips just barely brushing each other, “You don’t have to be so stiff, I trust that you won’t hurt me or take advantage.” 

Leon blinked up at you, conflicting emotions swirling in his irises. Oh how badly you wished you could read his mind and see what he was thinking. 

He opened his mouth, like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. 

You paused for a moment to give him grace to respond. There was no debate on whether you wanted to continue - no way in Hell were you backing out - but amidst the silence, you started to take in his expression.

The light flush to his cheeks, the way his pupils dilated when looking up at you. Being this close, you could see the faint scars that peppered his skin, each one likely holding its own story that left you wondering what could’ve caused it. 

Your staring must’ve been getting to him, his eyes darting away as he muttered something under his breath. 

You grinned from ear to ear, snorting, “Did you just use my line from earlier?” 

Though the satisfied smirk you received in return was all the confirmation you needed - the fucker had the gall to utter, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” under his breath.

“We can also stop if you want-“ The sentence wasn’t even finished as he shook his head.

“No,” He spoke, voice soft in the moment, “but I'd rather you tell me what you want me to do.” He leans back onto his elbows. 

You stared at him a second longer. He's really putting you in charge, isn't he? 

You thank the liquid courage for the confidence to keep this momentum in place.

“Then touch me.” You brought your face closer to his, lips barely touching. You inhaled his breath, tasting his breath on your tongue, as he tasted yours, too. 

You kissed him gently, pulling away only to feel him follow your kiss to prolong it for even just a second longer, magnetically. 

“Please, Leon. Touch me.”

His hands gently touched your waist, sliding down to your hips, rubbing around the back.

You hummed through the kiss, grinding your hips in the motion he puppetted your bodies against each other.

You could feel the way he softly thrusted up against you, pulsating his body on yours reciprocally. You could feel the growing bulge under you, teasing you. 

It was like sparks lit up with every moment your lips separated and touched again, tongues brushing against one another's between.

You began to trail down to his jaw. Further down, your lips found home against the base of his throat, hands snaking down to the hem of his shirt to pull it off. 

After a bit of moving around, the fabric was precariously tossed to the side, quickly followed by your hoodie. With his upper body bare to the air, you couldn’t help but gawk, fingers tracing his stomach muscles before going down. 

“Wow.” It was certainly a sight. Smooth, yet scarred skin stretched over sculpted muscles - truly, he could be a piece of art in a museum. Everyone would gape at him for hours, but you were the one in bed with him at the end of this night.

“Mmm, like what you see?” Leon’s thumbs rubbed against the bare skin just under your bra, caressing the area gently. 

“You could say that.” You murmured, fingers tracing over some of his scars as they made their way to the button of his pants. With nimble digits, you undid the button and pulled the zipper down, the fabric soon finding its way down his legs only to be tossed to the floor with the other discarded clothing. 

Even through his boxers, you could see his excitement growing, the bulge more visible now than ever.

Nervously nibbling on your bottom lip, you pulled the fabric down slowly, watching the way his length sprang to attention once the constraining material was out of the way. 

Oh sweet Mary, Mother of God.

How was that going to fit? 

His cock stood tall, a pearly droplet beading at the tip already. It wasn’t your first time, but any past relationships paled in comparison to this moment. 

Sitting on your knees between his legs, you bent down and placed a tentative lick to the tip, collecting the drop on your tongue and drawing a shudder from the male below you. 

Humming, your lips circled his tip and slid down, slowly engulfing as much of his length as you could, hands moving to stroke what you couldn’t with your mouth. 

“Fuck.” He grit out, one hand unconsciously fisting the sheet as the other found its way to tangle in your hair. 

You fell into a steady rhythm with your mouth and hands as you moved up and down his length, your saliva dribbling down.

Admittedly, it had been a while since you’d last done anything like this, so you were certainly rusty - but he seemed to be enjoying it nevertheless. 

Between the grunts that he tried so hard to hide and the way his hips tensed, sometimes desperately thrusting up, it was a dead giveaway to how his pleasure was growing. 

Sucking in a deep breath, you took as much of him as you could into your mouth, all but gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat. Tears began to bead in your eyes, but you didn’t stop, still deep throating his length to the best of your abilities. 

Despite the way you felt like you were choking, if choking on a hot guy’s dick was how you’d go out, then you’d accept that ending with joy. 

Hollowing your cheeks was a fruitful effort as he groaned above you, your eyes flickering up to meet his as your mouth stayed suctioned around his cock, and shit, he probably could’ve just came there alone. 

It was becoming easy to pick up on the small telltale signs of his impending release, his body language being a dead giveaway. It frustrated you to no end that he was being so quiet, even with his small grunts and groans. 

Oh how badly you wanted to watch him unravel beneath you.

However, the closer he got to the edge, the more his hips seemed to tense, his fingers twisting in your hair as if to pull you closer then finally - he came with a low grunt, spilling his white seed into your mouth. 

It was… thick, like a milky cream with no taste, unexpectedly so. The surprise at the lack of bitterness let it slide down your throat like butter as you pulled off of his flaccid cock. 

He was panting softly, trained on you as you moved up, sitting over his soft length. You could feel the warmth through your shorts, still clothed on the bottom half, and you leaned down so your face was a few inches from his. 

“Think you’ve got another round in you, Gramps?” You asked in a teasing tone, looking awfully satisfied in the moment, despite having only just gotten started. 

“You think that was a round?” He quipped back, a soft smirk playing on his lips. 

“Okay, smartass.” You huffed, moving to unclip your bra to toss the article aside. Leon watched, thumbs moving to caress the skin under each breast once again. It looked like he wanted to say something, but his lips stayed shut. 

After finally ridding yourself of your shorts and underwear, you straddle his hips again, lips meeting his in another kiss. Slowly, you began to grind against his soft cock, working his length back up until it stood hard against your ass.

“Go ahead.” He hummed out, hands resting on your hips as you sat up to line his tip with your entrance. Chewing on your bottom lip, you began to sink down slowly, gasping as he stretched your walls. 

The tingling feeling of it sliding in sent shivers of pleasure through your body.

Definitely the biggest you'd ever taken. The stretch was painfully delicious, as you lowered to the hilt, stopping when he was fully inside of your gummy walls. 

“Tight.” Leon grunted, hands gripping your hips as if to stop himself from moving too much beneath you. His head was tipped back against the pillow, bottom lip caught between his teeth. 

He was so hot.

It took several moments before you could will your body to move, lifting your hips and dropping back down. The back and forth of his cock against your sensitive spots had you keening, head falling forward with a small whine. 

Hands pressing against his toned chest, you began a steady rhythm of your hips as you bounced on his cock. It took a bit of time, but your confidence in the matter only grew as you managed to draw more noises from the male below you than before. 

Every grunt and moan he let out went straight to your core, only fueling you on. It was nice to see him more vocal now. 

“Leon-“ You gasped out, grinding your hips down against his, clit bumping against his pelvis. Your juices coated between your legs and along his length, a creamy ring forming at the base as you continued to move. 

Leaning down to capture his lips with yours, you drank his moans as he did yours, hips still stuttering along to a steady rhythm of pleasure and wants. 

Heat was building in your lower belly, sensitivity was ramping between your legs, and still, you found yourself wanting - no, craving - more.

Your tongues clashed together as if to fight for dominance and you gave in, allowing his to enter your mouth to explore the unclaimed territory. 

Whimpering into his mouth, your walls clenched around his length as it brushed against a sensitive spot deep within you, only serving to draw a choked moan of his own. 

Pulling back, you couldn’t help but admire the male. Even flat on his back and completely at your whim, he was pretty like this. Flushed, covered in sweat, and lips kiss-swollen oh so prettily beneath you. 

For what was probably going to be a one-night stand, this sure felt special. 

You roll your hips again, allowing his cock to rub perfectly against every inch inside of your sensitive heat, drawing another groan from his parted lips. It felt so good, your own pleasure was surmounting at a rapid pace. 

“Close!” You gasped out, burying your face against his neck to nip at the unmarked skin, walls subconsciously clenching around his length as you continued your rhythm - though you were slowly losing rhythm with your heightening pleasure.

Hips slamming down almost sloppily, you chased your high with small, desperate mewls escaping your lips. It was all becoming too much, your head clouding over with each drag of his cock against your walls. 

“Me too.” He murmured into your ear, voice broken by shallow pants as he himself was clearly nearing the edge as well. His scent washed over you, filling your senses and only aiding in clouding your mind.

Whiskey and musk, a combination you know you had smelled before, but it never seemed to smell as good as it did then. 

Suddenly, you felt the back of his legs touch your lower back, as you got scooted forward. He planted his feet on the bed, and you felt you knew where this was going.

Before you could say a word, he was pounding into you from underneath, hitting buttons inside you didn't even know existed.

To add insult to injury, his thumb found its way to your clit, palm rested on your lower belly as he began to rub circles on the little bundle of nerves. A clipped moan escaping you as the coil in your lower belly wound tighter, only pulling you closer and closer, “Mmf, Leon-“

But it only took a few more rubs of his finger to your sensitive nub and a few more thrusts of his hips before the coil snapped like a rubber band, sending you over the ledge with a soft cry. 

Walls clamping down around his cock as you came, you whined softly into his neck, hips jerking as your orgasm washed over you. 

Leon wasted no time in flipping you over so he was now on top, pulling out to cum on your lower stomach, the white liquid pooling onto the sheets by accident - he grimaced. 

Burying his face against your neck, the two of you lay there in an attempt to catch your breath, basking in the afterglow of the moment. 

“You okay?” He asked, voice oddly tender as he looked up at you and your blissful expression. 

It felt like your tongue was made of lead in your mouth, but you nodded, forcing the words out regardless, “‘M fine.” You hummed, eyes half lidded as a wave of exhaustion washed over you. Wow, you hadn’t felt like this in a long time, “Didn’t know that grandpas could have game like that.” 

Leon huffed out a laugh before moving to stand - only to be stopped by your small whine and your arms curling around his waist, “Nooo..” Your voice was small, sleepy, “Don’t go yet…” 

He paused, blinking down at you for a few moments. But before he could reply, you were already nodding off, your body completely relaxing beneath him despite the mess on your bodies and the bed. 

Everything went dark.

Waking up felt like the biggest struggle in the world. When your brain finally turned back on, the room was still shrouded in darkness. An alarm clock sat on the bedside showing the numbers 3:43 - presumably, you had only slept a few hours.

It took your brain a few moments to catch up before you realized that it wasn’t your room, body jolting up in a panic - only to be pulled back down into a chest by someone’s arms and a sleepy, incoherent grumble. 

You froze, finally taking in what was going on. Curled around you was Leon, the man you had slept with from the bar. He looked peaceful in his sleep, and you could just barely make out the single mark you had left on his throat from your previous activities. 

You both were clean - presumably, he had cleaned up after you had fallen asleep, and even the sheets looked changed, the old ones off in the corner. 

This was… odd. Did the guy usually stay after one-night stands? Or did they always stay after and cuddle? It wasn’t like you really ever did hook-ups, usually too busy with college work to care.

Feeling awkward and a bit out of place, you squirmed as you contemplated leaving. 

“Hol’ still…” A sleepy voice grumbled, though Leon’s eyes stayed closed, his arms tightening around your waist as he buried his face against the crown of your head, placing a gentle, almost tender kiss to your forehead, “Go back t’bed…” 

And just like that, he was out again. 

Except now, you were very much awake and spiraling mentally in the best of ways. Surely the kiss meant nothing, right? He was just tired and it was probably something he did unconsciously. Right? 

Was this even real? 

You were fucked, based on the way your heart was hammering in your chest as if it would burst out at any moment. 

Breathing in a deep breath, you forced your body to relax yet again, burying your face against his chest as you hoped that sleep would take you swiftly - though you didn’t have to wait long as the steady rhythm of his heart began to lull you back into unconsciousness. 

Waking up the second time wasn’t as hard, your eyes just felt like they were weighed down by weights and your body was sore in the best of ways.

But you were alone. 

Leon was gone, as were his things, the bed beside you now cold. 

Standing, you found your clothes folded on the bedside table along with your phone lying on top - after checking the small fragment of messages sent by your incompetent project partners, you put it back down with an almost disappointed sigh. 

Why did he leave? He was holding you so close, like it was second nature. 

Maybe he lied? What if he did have a wife and kids at home? And that's why his affection came so naturally?

Or what if you were just a special case? 

Maybe he did have a wife in the past, and is seeking comfort in strangers at bars? 

No, no that doesn't make sense.

He barely seemed interested in anyone at the bar. And even when you started talking to him, he was aloof, and dismissive. 

So then, what the fuck is his deal?

Your mind was racing with nothing but the mysterious man you had slept with the previous night. You wanted so badly to know more about him. To know his story. 

You touched your forehead, reminiscing on the warmth of his lips, the affectionate way in which he pulled you closer to his body in the night. 

It made your heart race in ways you’d never felt before. The fated butterfly feeling in your stomach came back again just at the mere thought. 

Sure, you’d had crushes before, but nothing you'd experienced then could mirror what you felt now. 

But did that even happen? 

What if it was all just a dream? A scene that your tired brain conjured up to cope with the fact that you totally fucked a random hot guy from a bar? 

You couldn’t tell, and that brought almost everything you knew into question. 

No, no you couldn't let yourself fall down that hole. 

If he left with no questions or answers, you must move forward without looking back. 

You grabbed your phone and keys, checking your hair in the mirror.

Messy, but not unmanageable. You took a step out the door. Forget about the butterflies. You have stuff to do.

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Announcement: And Now We Are One in Everlasting Peace (I Wanna Love You but I Don't Know How)

Part one of "And Now We Are One in Everlasting Peace (I Wanna Love You but I Don't Know How)" will be out tomorrow, so keep an eye out for that! You can view the Summary and Masterlist Here!

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And Now We Are One in Everlasting Peace (I Wanna Love You, but I Don't Know How)

Summary: There’s an old parable I like to think of: “Relationships are like Bourbon.” They take time and effort to get right and the process can’t be rushed. From picking ingredients, having the right barrel, and Hell, even making sure the temperature and humidity is consistent enough to not taint the flavor.

But, the most important thing to have… is patience. You have to be willing to wait - no matter how sour the mash is at the beginning or how loud the voice in the back of your head is when it tells you to quit and start over while you’re ahead. All good things take time, and even if it doesn’t seem right in the beginning, if you let things work themselves out, you may just end up being proud of the result.

An old man sits on a lonesome barstool, peering off into the distance. It’s almost like he’s trying to revive something inside of himself, but also trying to drown it out at the same time. You’ll never know what’s eating him alive if you don’t go introduce yourself, so what’re you waiting for? Are you ready to let the coward inside of you die tonight?

tl;dr - You and Leon meet in a bar and look to have some fun. What will become of this? Is it a quick dopamine fix to feel something more than dread? Or does this chemistry mean more than what meets the eye?

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Content Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ CONTENT. Age gap relationship (Leon is in his 40s, Reader is a college student in their 20s), No use of Y/N, Reader is AFAB but we stick to neutral terms. Content warnings will change and be placed before every chapter!

Chapter Index:

Intoxicated at the Thought

(Coming soon…)

A very, very special thanks to my lovely friend who is editing this story for me <3 I genuinely couldn't do this without them.

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guys, my tumblr theme has been cynonari since i made it but i haven't actually wrote anything for that ship in a long time omg 🧍 time to go back to the ancient texts fr

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Your leon fanfic was delicious I love it so much, would you ever write about the aftercare as well? The idea of leon just taking me apart and then being so sweet and affectionate and loving after just is soo good

aftercare and tenderness

ship: leon s kennedy x reader

summary: aftercare with leon kennedy <3 (aka, part two of this fic as per request!)

themes/cw: 18+ CONTENT, MDNI. aftercare! cuddling, kisses, teasing, the whole nine-yards UH. they share a bath, the usual couple bickering, leon doting on reader after lowkey wrecking them <3

notes: hello!! thank you so much and yes yes, i absolutely love writing aftercare fics <3 especially one for leon himself!! i had been contemplating writing it during the first part, but ended up scrapping the idea and leaving the ending as it was. once again, i am writing this at 2am, i hope this is to your liking!

word count: 1429

the room was silent save for the soft pants that filled the space between two bodies, soft praises tumbling from leon’s lips as he pressed comforting kisses to your cheeks, forehead, lips - anywhere he could reach.

“did so good for me.” he hummed gently, allowing you the time to steady yourself after he practically ravaged you in the throes of his passion - he knew you would need a bit before it became easy to function again.

he didn’t mind waiting.

pressing your water bottle to your lips, he jerked his chin slightly, “drink.” his voice was soft but left no room for complaint as you took a few sips, the cold liquid feeling like heaven against your sore throat.

placing it back to the side, he laid there with you, giving you all the time you needed. it wasn’t until you finally gave him the okay that he moved.

with a rather exasperated grunt, he finally pulled out and rolled himself off top of you, landing with a huff on the bed to your side.

“alright.” he murmured, moving to sit up - though before he got too far, he pressed a quick kiss to your lips, “i’m gonna go get the bath started.”

you could do little more than give a tired hum as he stood and walked off to the connected bathroom, the sound of running water soon following - however, you were too busy trying not to fall asleep on the bed to pay much attention. the soft mattress was practically caressing your exhausted and aching body, almost immediately pulling you into a state of rest.

all background noise began to fade out, your eyes drifting shut - maybe just a short rest. yeah, that was it. you’d rest your eyes for a bit, totally wouldn’t fall asleep, and…

a light flick to your forehead had you snapping from the sleepy haze, eyes flicking up to the silhouette leaning over you - leon’s expression was nothing short of amused.

“can’t even leave you alone for a few minutes.” he teased softly, voice tender despite the ever-growing grin on his lips, “and you say that i’m the one who’s unable to stay awake.”

“yeah, because you’re practically a grandpa.” you lazily shot back, sticking out your tongue and earning a gasp of mock offense.

“well, that makes you a grandpa fucker.”

“and?”

a moment of silence passed before leon sighed, moving to help you sit up on the bed. his hands, though scarred and calloused, were nothing but gentle and guiding, “i can’t with you.”

“just to remind you, you’re the one who put a ring on it.” you hummed, pressing a light peck to his cheek. small teasing fits were very common in your marriage with the dso agent, and considering he was a pro with witty one-liners and dad jokes… it never made for a dull interaction.

“wouldn’t trade it for the world.” his gruff voice was tender as his arm slid below your knees and around your back, lifting you effortlessly to take you to the bathroom where the bathtub waited.

steam covered the mirror as more rose from the hot water that filled the tub, the air holding the soft scent of vanilla and lavender. it was calm, a perfect transition from your earlier shenanigans.

gently lowering you into the water, a soft sigh escaped your lips when the warm water all but caressed your skin - it always felt so rewarding after the fact.

it didn’t take long before leon slid in as well, taking his usual spot behind you, allowing you to lean back against his chest.

“you make a great pillow.” voice soft and laced with every growing sleepiness, you found comfort against your husband’s body - both the warmth from him and the warmth from the bath water were lulling you down with every passing moment.

“glad to see i’ve been downgraded to a pillow.” leon huffed out with a small sigh, pressing a kiss to your cheek. his hands rubbed against your upper arms, slowly moving up to rub the tension from your shoulders.

little did he know, you were a goner the moment he started, slowly drifting off against him, surrounded by warmth and comfort.

though that didn’t last long.

“no sleeping yet.” leon tsked with a sigh, his eyebrows furrowed with the skin creasing between them.

and like any normal person who was being denied sleep, your cheeks puffed in protest, “but ‘m tired, leon.” it came out in a sleepy whine, your eyes tired and pleading, “haven’t you tortured me enough tonight?”

“torture?” he asked, raising a brow, a familiar flash of amusement flickering through his pale eyes, “i didn’t think torture really left a person moaning and squir-“

“okay, okay, enough details!” you shot up, pressing your hand to his lips to silence the man, a blush settling on your cheeks - though the previous tiredness nearly vanished.

despite himself, leon couldn’t stop the chuckle that slipped from his lips, or the several others, every one muffled into the skin of your palm.

reaching up to gently curl his own hand around your wrist, he pulled your palm away to place a couple of soft, feather-light kisses to your hand, “right.” he hummed, voice full of amusement.

it was silent for several moments as the both of you sat there, enjoying the warmth of the bath and the comfort of each other's presence.

with surprisingly gentle hands, leon spent minutes carefully cleaning you up meticulously, scrubbing away the sweat and grime from your skin and leaving it smelling faintly of vanilla.

after all the soap had been washed away, he worked a towel around your body and through your hair, drying you off whilst the water drained in the background. when the last of the droplets were gone, he guided you into a pair of pajamas - shorts and one of his shirts; well-worn and smelling faintly of him in the best of ways.

after drying himself off, leon ushered you to the bedroom where he quickly switched the bedding, fussing when you attempted to help - a soft tsk as he pushed away your hands, “i just need you to stand there and look pretty, i’ve got this.”

and all you could do was huff and oblige, watching instead as he laid down fresh sheets that were quickly followed by many pillows and a soft comforter.

without wasting a second, you quickly hopped onto the freshly made bed and burrowed below the blanket with a content sigh, snickering at leon’s dramatic sigh - though it didn’t take long before he joined you beneath the covers.

his arms found home around your waist, pulling you snug to his chest. it didn’t take much for you to get comfortable, head tucked just below his chin while your hands toyed with the fabric of his shirt.

everything smelled like him - the sheets, the bedding, the clothes - it was nice. calming. something you certainly missed a lot when he was away on missions. something as simple as the way he smelled was comforting in ways you could never describe.

“what’re you thinking about?” leon’s chest rumbled below your ear, one of his hands moving to rub at your back, “if you think any harder, smoke might start coming out your ears.”

you huffed a laugh, eyes slipping shut, “you smell nice.”

he raised a brow, not that you saw, the corner of his lip quirking up, “and what exactly do i smell like?”

a yawn, followed by your voice - now much sleepier, “smells like… you…”

it was silent for several moments before he snorted, shaking his head, “what kind of answer is that?”

though the only reply he got was the soft sound of your steady breaths, your body relaxed in sleep. he didn’t even realize you had fully fallen asleep until he looked down, taking in the lax expression on your face.

“unbelievable.” he sighed, though his voice lacked any real annoyance - the male had always envied the way you could just… pass out the moment your head hit the pillow.

pressing a quick kiss to the crown of your head, he got comfortable beside you, allowing his own eyes to finally slip shut. it truly had been a long day between work and the events after he got home.

sleep was practically calling his name.

the room soon filled with the soft sound of breathing as you both slept, embraced in each other's arms and surrounded by warmth.

you would have to take mental note to allow leon to be rough in bed more often.

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decompress and devour

ship: leon s kennedy x reader

summary: even when leon’s rough in bed, he still loves to spoil his wife <3 (aka, me writing smut at 3am because i wanna)

themes/cw: 18+ CONTENT MDNI. smut, p in v, kissing, marking, fingering(?), doggy style, missionary, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), afab reader, overstimulation, praise, crying, drooling, many many orgasms. he fucks the shit out of you after a rough day at the dso.

notes: there are some delays in editing the multiple part fic, so i offer this random one shot in its place for now. i wrote this at 3am, it’s unedited, and probably ooc leon but i really just wanted to write smut of this man </3 lowkey so down bad for him, it’s a problem.

word count: 992

part two! (aftercare!)

“doin’ so good f’me…” a gruff voice groaned from behind you as his hips continued with their brutal rhythm, cock bullying its way in and out of your abused cunt.

you’d long lost count of how many times you had already come, a mixture of your combined fluids pooling beneath you on the bed and between your thighs, a creamy ring forming at the base of his length.

hands gripping your waist, you could do nothing but allow him to keep you up no thanks to the trembling of your legs, your upper half arched to the bed as he kept your ass in the air.

god, you looked so beautiful he could cry.

his pelvis brushed your ass with every thrust, tip hitting the deepest spots inside that had your toes curling helplessly against the sheets of the bed.

“leon!” you whimpered into the pillow, fingers twisting in the fabric as if to hang on for dear life - and maybe you were with the way he was pounding into you with reckless abandon, length pistoning in and out of your soaked hole, “close, ‘m close!”

“then come for me.” he grunted, burying his face into the side of your neck to leave wet, sloppy kisses, new marks blooming next to old, “tha’s it-“

usually, leon was a gentle lover in bed - preferring to take his time and really savor the moment since he never knew when he would be gone for another mission - though this night was different after a rather frustrating day at the dso.

between piles of paperwork and stupid meetings about this, that, or the other, he had been practically beating his head off the wall all day, just waiting for the clock’s hands to strike the hour that signaled it was time to leave.

and when that time finally came at long last? traffic was backed up several miles long.

who knew that him using his pent-up frustration would lead you to such an… eventful night - it certainly opened up your eyes to a whole new side of your husband.

and even when being rough, he loved to spoil his wife.

one of his hands snaked between your legs to rub a thumb along your swollen clit, your body jolting from the overstimulation that followed. leon had skillfully worked orgasm after orgasm out of you from his fingers and tongue alone, refusing to use his cock despite how much you begged and pleaded through wet lashes.

it wasn’t until your brain was practically mush that he finally released his achingly hard length from its confinement in his pants. he had pressed the softest kiss to your cheek before slipping in like it was nothing.

several orgasms later, here you were.

tears streaked your flushed cheeks, drool dripped down your chin as you whimpered and mewled beneath him, your orgasm building embarrassingly quickly.

with a choked whine, you came for the umpteenth time, body twitching as your warm walls clamped around his cock. working you down from your high, his fingers pulled away from your sensitive bud of nerves, cooing into your ear.

“think you can do one more f’me?” he asked, pressing kisses to your jaw. he could feel the slight tremble in your body, his hands making quick work to flip you over.

now on your back and feeling like your entire world had just been flipped around, you gazed blearily up at your husband for a moment before a weak smile formed on your kiss-swollen lips, one of his thumbs reaching up to swipe away the previous drool.

“‘kay.” you hummed with an almost dreamy but half-assed smile, arms reaching up to loop around his neck. his pale eyes met yours as he returned to his previous rhythm, hips rocking back and forth.

the sound of skin hitting skin quickly filled the room yet again, synchronized pants and moans joining in a familiar harmony that was a far too familiar giveaway that neither of you was lasting long.

incoherent strings of words endlessly tumbled from your lips in the form of babbling as leon continued his rhythm, your walls clenching around his length with just about every thrust.

“‘s too much-“ you whimpered through overstimulation, a droplet of drool dribbling from your swollen lips, “mmf, leon-“ all but gasping from the mixture of pleasure and pain, your body jerked below his.

“shhh.” he cooed softly, lips pressing to your cheeks to kiss away the tears you hadn’t noticed fall, “jus’ one more for me, ‘kay?”

and despite his rough movements, his voice was soft - sweet. exactly what you needed to hear in the moment despite the way overstimulation zapped at your senses.

“doin’ s’good for me.” the man above you all but purred, his tip still bullying the spot deep inside that had you seeing stars. his lips left gentle kisses in a trail along your face, neck, and shoulders, not sparing even an inch of untouched skin.

it felt like your brain had turned to mush, your senses in a roller coaster that only went higher and higher, the familiar coil in your lower belly growing tighter and tighter until finally…

it snapped.

with a choked whimper, you came again, squirting messily all over - not that leon really cared, too busy chasing his own impending orgasm.

with a few sloppy thrusts, he buried his face against your neck with a muffled groan as he finally came, painting your insides white with his seed.

it was silent for a few moments, save for the soft panting that filled the space between you.

with a tired giggle, you pressed a clumsy kiss to leon’s sweat-covered cheek, nuzzling your nose against the top of his head.

sure, the mess would need cleaned up along with the both of you, but relishing in the sweet afterglow of your lovemaking seemed like an even better idea in the moment.

and it wasn’t something either of you would pass up.

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the way people treat fanfic writers as if we dont have feelings of our own disgusts me, same for people who think we are open to criticism at any moment

seen way too much shit on here at the moment, some people truly dont understand fandom etiquette

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very small sneak peek at the fic! it's in the process of being edited thanks to my lovely friend, i hope to post it within the week if all edits are finished by then!

i'm lowkey so excited to post this— i worked so hard on it, and my friend is also working very hard to edit it as well! i have part 2 started already as well <3

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zombie-leon au where claire meets him a bit too late, but he isn’t hostile

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good news!

part one of the leon fic i have prepared is finally finished! it’s currently being edited by my lovely friend, so i will have it posted as soon as final edits are made <3

i will be gone for a week on a trip starting tomorrow, but if editing is done while i’m away, i will still post it! i might also try to finish a one shot i have started, but i also need to start part 2 </3 i’m so indecisive.

i am also contemplating posting a little teaser for it!

i’m just excited to get part one out finally since i’ve been planning for weeks! it’s over 5k words as of now, so it’s a big chapter!

that’s all for now!

sunny, out~

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guys, i legitimately have like eight wips for writing stuff and i actually cannot decide which one i should prioritize 🧍 sooooo i figured i should maybe just try doing a poll!

and no, i will not elaborate on any extra details- only because i want them to stay enough of a mystery :)

thank you to anyone who answers!

which wip should i work on?

five part leon kennedy x reader (strangers to lovers with angst)

leon kennedy x reader smut one shot

kaveh x reader spider-man au (angst)

kaveh x fox hybrid reader college au (like 15 parts) (angst/fluff/smut)

Voting ended onMar 31

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holy shit, guys, i didn’t expect so many votes! thank you to everyone who has, i can see that majority is in favor of option one! i will get back to writing the five part series and will have it posted as soon as i can 😌

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guys, i legitimately have like eight wips for writing stuff and i actually cannot decide which one i should prioritize 🧍 sooooo i figured i should maybe just try doing a poll!

and no, i will not elaborate on any extra details- only because i want them to stay enough of a mystery :)

thank you to anyone who answers!

which wip should i work on?

five part leon kennedy x reader (strangers to lovers with angst)

leon kennedy x reader smut one shot

kaveh x reader spider-man au (angst)

kaveh x fox hybrid reader college au (like 15 parts) (angst/fluff/smut)

Voting ended onMar 31

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The Pain of Remembering

Ship: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Summary: Leon finds solace in the safety of your arms after a nightmare from the past begins to plague his dreams yet again.

Theme(s): Angst/Comfort

Notes: Hello, Resident Evil Fandom! I can’t believe I’ve never done a piece at all for this series even though I grew up playing it. Wild. I finished my run of Requiem the other night and wow- that was wild. I’d like to think this fic takes place after RE2 but before RE4 but honestly, who knows. Just a short piece I randomly came up with.

Word Count: 1528

It was late at night, the atmosphere calm- safe. The sun had long retired, sinking below the horizon as the moon began its trek upwards to illuminate the night sky.

The average person was fast asleep, none the wiser to what evil lurked in the dark or around the corner. In a way, it was an escape from reality- sinking farther into a safe dreamland.

But some people weren’t so lucky as to have that luxury.

Something roused you from your blissful sleep, leaving you in the awkward in-between state of not asleep but not quite yet awake. Your eyelids felt weighed down and whatever dream that had been previously flickering beneath your heavy eyelids was now gone- perhaps it had been another silly date with Leon, or some action dream where the two of you worked side by side.

Whatever it may have been didn’t really matter in the moment- what had woken you up anyway?

Eyes finally flickering open as your brain began to turn back on, your senses started to return to you followed by… the sound of harsh panting?

The brain fog from freshly waking up was quickly replaced with alarm as you rolled over quickly to face the other figure on the bed- who was sitting up, the blankets pooled around his waist.

The moonlight filtered in through the partially closed blinds, just barely illuminating Leon’s sweat-covered face. His eyes were wide in terror, breaths coming out in messy, stuttering puffs with his hand pressed to his chest as if that would be enough to quell the violent thundering beneath it.

The sight was… unsettling, to say the least, yet not necessarily uncommon. The man did tend to have night terrors ever since the Raccoon City incident- but no matter how many times it happened, it never looked… right.

Your husband being reduced to a hunched, quivering mess, coated in a sheer layer of sweat- a major contrast to his usually strong and confident demeanor- the image of it alone was enough to leave you feeling powerless.

Oh, how you wished you could just erase all of the trauma- the horrors lurking in his mind, in a world you would never see.

He deserved it, after all. To live happily. Peacefully.

“Leon?” You called out softly, catching the trembling man’s attention. Apparently, he hadn’t noticed you were awake- too consumed by the suffocating panic left over from whatever nightmare had plagued his mind.

The male in question looked over at the sound of his name, bloodshot eyes meeting yours. Now facing you properly, you could see how his expression was nothing short of terrified.

“Did I wake you?” Leon’s words almost sounded like he was choking out each one, as if each word weighed like lead on his tongue, “I’m sorry, you can go back to sleep-“

“Leon.” You said, voice stern but not unkind. He always had this tendency to shrug off or bottle up his problems- it bothered you more than anything, not wanting him to just… suffer silently. Still, you approached the situation as cautiously as normal, “Did you have a nightmare?”

Not that you really needed him to vocalize his answer to know that it would be a resounding yes, but it opened the floor for him to talk about it if he wished.

“I…” His chapped lips parted to probably deny like usual, but he stopped short, panicked eyes blinking at you. It was silent for several moments, save for his ragged breathing and the soft rustle of you sitting up.

Patiently, you awaited his reply- if he even would reply. The silence was thick, yet not uncomfortable- maybe a little fragile around the edges, but you could see just barely how he seemed to ease up a little.

Finally, he spoke again, his voice weak and cracking, “Can I… hold you?” His question was surprising, but you welcomed it with a gentle smile and open arms- to which he rather eagerly found himself wrapped up in.

His head rested on your chest, ear pressed just over the steady rhythm of your heart. In a way, it was reassuring to him- telling him you were alive and there with him in the moment.

It was grounding. Calming.

Sucking in a deep breath in an attempt to quell his own racing heart, his arms subconsciously curled tighter around your waist. Deflated, he muttered out an apology against your collarbone, voice meek.

You just shook your head with a soft laugh, fingers moving up to toy with his brown locks, twisting and twirling the strands around your digits. It was a calming motion- one Leon had mentioned liking before.

Especially when…

A soft, almost content sigh left the male’s lips as your nails gently brushed over his scalp. And while his body was still wound like a spring, he seemed to relax just that much more.

He honestly didn’t know what he did to deserve you. You had always been bright while he was the exact opposite with death looming at each corner. You had this… light to you. Hope. Somehow, you always knew how to make a bad situation good- always there to shine light on his darkest hours.

And thankfully, might he add, you had far more patience for him than anyone he had ever met before.

“It was just about the station again.” He murmured finally after what felt like an eternity of silence. Still, you continued to play with his hair, sometimes rubbing at his scalp to calm him- and it did. Slowly but surely.

Albeit still stiff, his heart wasn’t quite hammering in his chest like it was trying to escape anymore and his breathing had at least steadied a bit. It was progress from before.

The Raccoon Police Station had been a very traumatizing event for him- you hadn’t witnessed it first hand, but you had witnessed how it fucked Leon up on the nightly. If the memories alone were enough to leave him like this, you could only imagine how it had felt to be there in the first place.

“You’re not there anymore.” You hummed softly, burying your face against the crown of his head, “You’re safe here, with me.”

He grunted, moving to hide against your chest, “I wish I could forget what happened that night- the pain. Even just for a second.” He muttered, defeat leaking into his words.

You frowned, your own heart breaking at the sight of your husband so deflated.

“How about we go watch a movie in the living room?” A soft hum left your throat as you asked and he pulled away to look up, a single eyebrow raised.

Offering an innocent smile, you pressed a chaste peck to his lips before ushering Leon out of the bed, all but pulling the now grumbling man to the couch. You lay down first, head resting against the pillow before he practically flung himself on top of you.

Breathing out a puff of air, you laughed while struggling dramatically under his weight, “You’ll crush me, you oaf!” Though you couldn’t stop laughing while you spoke.

He chuckled down at you and pressed a light kiss to your jaw before curling beside you again while you turned on a random movie that happened to be playing at the ungodly hour.

“Leon!” You huffed out when he buried his face unceremoniously against your neck, nose brushing just under your jaw while one of his free hands moved to yank a blanket from the back of the couch to drape over the both of you, “What about the movie?”

“I’ve got something way better in my arms that’s far more deserving of my attention.” He replied without any hesitation, arms curled around your waist securely- to which you could only roll your eyes in faux exasperation.

He really did have a way with words sometimes. Well- most of the time, actually. He could really be a smartass a lot of the time, but he could also say some of the smoothest things ever.

There was never a dull day with him.

The movie droned on, serving more as background noise and a light for the room than actual entertainment in the moment. Not that either of you minded.

The silence between you was soft- fragile in the best of ways. It was comfortable.

“Thank you.” He finally whispered after a while, pulling away from your neck, “I don’t think I say it enough.”

Your heart fluttered as a soft smile graced your lips, eyes starting to grow heavy with sleep once again, “Of course, Leon.” Raising a hand to cup his cheek, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before cuddling back up to him, “I’m always here when you need me.”

He smiled back and settled beside you, secure in your arms once again.

The rest of the night passed by without a single nightmare. No hidden monsters in the shadows or past regrets coming back to haunt the guilty in their sleep. And even if they did, he knew that you’d always be by his side to light up the darkness and guide him with your light.

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Mirrors

Ship: Jing Yuan x Reader

CW: MINORS DNI, 18+ CONTENT. Afab Reader! Mirror sex, belly bulge (he touches your belly a lot lmao), reverse cowgirl. Uhmmm- Jing Yuan is tender, brief mention of reader being insecure. Top! Jing Yuan, Bottom! Reader. Praise. Idk if I missed anything, I’m sorry </3

Notes: This is an unused fic from Kinktober! I figured I might as well post it to remove it from my drafts. I’m recovering from surgery and currently planning a new multi part fic, so keep an eye out for that coming up! :) Oh, not proof read.

Word Count: 890

Intimate moments with Jing Yuan were never anything less than interesting- he always made sure to spend every free minute with you to its fullest potential. Every single second was precious, seeing as the general was always busy around the Xianzhou Luofu.

The bedroom was dim, the only light coming from a few flickering candles from where they were positioned around a mirror that was leaning against the dresser. The angle of it allowed you both the perfect view of the scene within.

Perched on Jing Yuan’s lap, oh so prettily- his hard cock nestled deep into your weeping cunt. One of the general’s hands held your chin, forcing you to face the mirror- not allowing you to look away even for a moment.

“My Dearest,” He all but purred in his smooth, baritone voice, “Don’t you see that you look absolutely divine like this? How could you ever think otherwise?”

Truthfully, this whole situation only started because of some odd comment you had made about yourself during a moment of insecurity. It had been self-deprecating, and you tried to brush it off as a joke- however, your lover took your feelings and anything you said very seriously.

His free hand moved down to rest on your belly, the size of his cock causing the area to bulge out ever so slightly- a sight that was reserved for him and him alone.

“Look at how perfectly you take me, my love.” His lips pressed to the side of your neck, trailing to your shoulder as his hand slowly moved lower.

One of his long fingers reached down, gently circling your clit as his hips rocked up ever so slightly, his cock stretching your abused hole.

With flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, your gaze met his in the mirror as your breath caught, walls clenching around his length. It was hard to think with the way he was stimulating you- between his skilled fingers and his cock, you were already on the verge of coming undone.

But he’d always had this effect on you.

“Jing Yuan-“ You whimpered out breathily, hips rocking as if to search for more stimulation, “Please-“

The man hummed as if in thought before his hands slowly moved to rest on your hips, “Don’t look away.” He said, amber eyes meeting yours in the reflection, a tender look on your face, “I want you to see how absolutely beautiful you look.”

Slowly, steadily, he began to rock your hips, his own bucking up ever so slightly to meet the movements. Soft gasps and mewls tumbled from your lips from the stimulation, one of your hands moving to grip his leg as the other grasped at his wrist.

“That’s it.” He purred softly, watching the way his cock slid in and out of your puffy hole, juices dripping down his length, “Doing so well for me, my dear. So pretty.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest so hard you feared it might burst out- Jing Yuan had hardly ever been anything other than tender in moments like this. Maybe with the rare exception that he had a rough day.

But beyond that, he had always been gentle with you. Almost like worship.

Gaze flickering down, you watch as your hole fluttered around his length, gummy walls clenching- you whimper, grip tightening against his leg.

“Look at you.” He continued, voice low and gentle, “Taking me so well. And this?” His hand moved from your hip to cup your belly again- full of his length and seed from previous releases, “This is proof. Doing so good for me.”

You mewled softly, walls clenching as pleasure shot up your spine. A familiar feeling was building in your lower belly, the sensation growing as you neared your umpteenth release of the night.

Rocking your hips slightly, you moaned shakily, head spinning with pleasure and the sounds of Jing Yuan’s soft grunts behind you.

“Cum with me, dove.” He whispered into the shell of your ear, his finger finding your clit again as his hips began to shakily rut up into you- his own orgasm building fast.

“Ngh!” A loud whine erupted from your throat as your head jerked back against his shoulder, walls clamping hard while your orgasm washed over you like a wave.

“That’s it- so good.” His words were ragged, hips jerking as his teeth sank into the soft skin of your throat. And with one last thrust of his cock, he buried himself deep into your walls before he stilled- thick, white ropes of his seed painting your insides.

The room was hot, the mirror fogging slightly in its position in front of the two of you.

Panting softly, your eyes fluttered open just as he tilted your head to the side, amber orbs meeting yours. “You’re absolutely divine.” He whispered, hand cupping your cheek.

Giving a small smile, you pressed a kiss to the mole under his eye before he pulled you closer, lips meshing with yours in a soft but passionate kiss.

Pulling back slightly, his eyes never left yours, “I will always be here to reassure you if your insecurities get too loud.” He whispered gently. Tenderly.

And there, in the dim light of the room with his seed trickling down to the floor and in the safety of his arms, you believed him.