Older neighbor!Leon, who has no social skills, but occasionally watches you making apple pies.
Older neighbor!Leon, who wants to try your pies, but you don't know each other yet.
Older neighbor!Leon who, despite not knowing you really well, always responds to your "Good morning" or "Have a great day". Leon doesn't know yet—, but you find him very attractive.
Older neighbor!Leon, that ends up protecting you when a random guy comes to bother you. You think he is very intense. Husky deep pretty voice.
Older neighbor!Leon who, after checking that you are ok, asks your name and then introduces himself. Now you are friends.
Older neighbor!Leon, who likes to watch you at night, doesn't do anything, he just likes to look at you through the big windows of your house. You know that, somehow, you like it when he looks at you.
Older neighbor!Leon who peeks at you through the window and gets embarrassed. He saw you walking around the house, naked.
Older neighbor!Leon who is willing to give you all the attention at night. And he ends up watching you masturbate.
Older neighbor!Leon who doesn't take his eyes off you while you play with your nipples and pussy. Your fingers disappear between your legs and all Leon can do is watch you.
Older neighbor!Leon who thinks it's wrong to jerk off thinking about the neighbor who is a few years younger than him. But he wants you.
Older neighbor!Leon, who spends a few days without watching you. He feels guilty, ignores the bulge on his jeans when he remembers your soaking wet pussy.
Older neighbor!Leon, who still avoids you, but one summer Friday he is invited by you to eat pie at your house.
Older neighbor!Leon, who accepted your invitation, flushed. You look so pretty in clothes you wear, a skirt so short that Leon can see your ass cheeks.
Older neighbor!Leon who, when he finishes eating a slice of pie, chokes when hears you saying "Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Kennedy?"
Older neighbor!Leon who at first seems hesitant. But now he's eating your pussy with his mouth, sucking your clit, fucking your cunt with his tongue and sucking you so good. You’re practically dripping into his mouth, moaning, your face grinding against his cock.
Older neighbor!Leon who says "Open these legs and spread those pretty pussy lips. Wanna see that juicy ass bouncing while I suck you, doll" you obey, your nipples are sore, Leon fucks you so well.
Older neighbor!Leon who also says "You're a whore, showing yourself to me without any clothes, you wanted my cock that much, hm? The pie was delicious, but not as much you, pretty."
Older neighbor!Leon who spanks your pussy and fucks you so good. You imagined his dick was thick, but not that much, fuck— You feel your pussy being sore, the tip of his dick reaching your core, you love Leon's big dick, you love your older neighbor's huge thick cock. Looking now, he is monstrously bigger than you, his hands cover your entire waist.
Older neighbor!Leon who just wants to fill you with his cum. He commands your body and sinks you against the couch, spanks and squeezes your ass, says "You're so wet'nd warm... I'm going to cum on you and you're going to keep it all inside that slutty cunt."
Older neighbor!Leon who spits in your mouth while he fucks you and you kiss him. He pulls your hair, plays with your nipples and feels you squeezing his dick. You come and he does the same afterwards.
Older neighbor!Leon who after fucking you, worries about you, offers you affection. Leon enjoys your company, thinks you're cute, you melting in his lap and him caressing your skin. “I hope you come for pie more often,” you say.
summary: Leon finally gets a night off and he wants to spend it pampering you.
warnings: smut. oral (f receiving). p in v. unprotected sex. creampie. use of pet names. leon being soft and loving.
note: this is like my second fic ever written 😭 IDK HOW MANY WORDS THIS IS BECAUSE I WROTE THIS SITTING IN MY CAR IN A PARKING LOT LMAO
Steam filled the bathroom, hot water caressing your body like a warm, gentle hug as you sank further down into the bathtub. Leon was always treating you like a goddess, constantly doting on you and making sure that your every need and want was granted.
He finally had a day off from work and wanted nothing more than to pamper you, so he drew you a nice, steamy bath with your favorite bath salts, lit candles, and rose petals sprinkled around the tub. He sat on the edge of the tub, gently running his fingers through your wet locks. You sighed and closed your eyes as your body relaxed.
“Do you need anything, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice so velvety smooth, like thick and sweet honey.
You shake your head and bring a hand up out of the water and gently stroked his forearm, smiling up at him with those sweet eyes that always made him melt.
He smiles at you and a small chuckle rumbles from his chest and he kisses the top of your head.
“Let me wash your hair for you, princess,” he murmurs against your wet hair and you nod in response.
Leon grabs the shampoo and lathers it between his calloused palms and then gently massages it into your scalp. Your eyes flutter from the soothing feeling, nearly putting you to sleep.
He rinses the suds from your hair and conditions the ends of your strands, combing through them to detangle any knots.
Once you were nice and clean, Leon drains the water from the tub and helps you stand up, taking a fresh towel and drying off every inch of your body.
“Thank you,” you murmur softly, pressing your forehead into his shoulder. He smiles and scoops you up into his arms and walks out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where he gently lays you down on the silk sheets.
“You don’t have to thank me, baby. You’re my princess,” he coos, bringing his face close and brushing his nose against yours. He cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. It starts out gentle and sweet, but quickly turns more intense.
You pull away, nearly gasping for air and look into his eyes, the blue irises nearly swallowed by his dilated pupils.
“You know, I know you just got out of the bath, but I kinda wanna get you dirty again,” he mutters against the shell of your ear, his large hand coming to slide up and down your thigh, making your breath hitch.
“Leon,” you whispered, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer as slick begins to pool between your legs and your cunt throbs. His smirk turns into a wide grin.
“Hmm? Want me to make you feel good, princess?” he coos, sliding his hand from your thigh to your aching core. His rough fingers gently rub against your wet hole and then slide up to circle around your clit. “You’re already so fucking wet, baby.”
“Please,” you breathe, rolling your head back and biting your bottom lip, hips bucking up against his hand. He chuckles and moves lower down your body, peppering sweet kisses along the way until his face is hovering over your glistening pussy.
“So needy. Don’t worry, honey. Princess will get anything and everything she wants,” he purrs, his hot breath fanning across your sensitive skin. His tongue flicks out and he licks a stripe from your hole to your clit, lingering and swirling around the sensitive nub and making you jerk in response. His hands grasp at your thighs, spreading them wide and holding you down to the bed so that you can’t squirm away from him.
As he devours your cunt, Leon’s cock is hard and throbbing, straining against his sweatpants and leaking precum from the tip onto the fabric. He grinds against the mattress while he’s licking your pussy. You look down to see how his hips are practically humping the bed and your lips part to speak.
“Leon. Want your cock,” you manage to choke out between the soft, pathetic whimpers.
He groans against your cunt from hearing your soft voice and pulls away. “Yeah? Want me to fuck you, princess?” he growls, his voice rough and deep. You nod your head weakly, hands coming out towards him, trying to grab onto him to pull him closer.
Leon chuckles at how desperate you look, eyes glazed over as you try to paw at him. He quickly pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the ground beside the bed and then pulls down his sweats just enough to pull out his dick. Your eyes dart down to his cock, half-lidded and you just lay there admiring how fucking pretty it is. You’ve seen it a thousand times, but it really is the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen.
He drags the tip along your pussy, coating himself in your slick and nudging at your clit, making you whine and dig your fingers into his shoulders. He smirks and then pushes his thick cock fully into you slowly and sensually, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as you stretch out around him.
“Fuck,” he breathes shakily. “Always so fucking tight for me, baby.”
He tries his very best to take it slow, but the feeling of your cunt clamping down on his cock sends him into a frenzy, slamming his hips into yours as he grips onto your thighs and pulls your legs over his shoulders. Your moans and mewls only serve to encourage him as he bullies his cock in and out of you.
“Leon, I-,” you babble, eyes fluttering as your bury your face into his shoulder.
“What is it, baby? Wanna cum?” he coos, moving his hand between your bodies to thumb at your clit. You nod your head and whine, clutching at him and digging your nails into his back. “That’s it, princess,” he growls, “I want this pretty pussy to cum all over my cock.”
His words send you spiraling, eyes rolling to the back of your head and back arching off the bed as the heat in your belly begins to overflow and spread throughout your veins. Cunt fluttering and clamping down so hard on Leon’s cock that his hips start to sputter.
You’re a moaning mess, whimpering and whining, driving him over the edge even more. Leon slams into you with a loud groan as he spills every drop of his thick, hot cum deep inside you, coating your walls white with stickiness.
He sighs and reluctantly pulls out of you, his dick twitching at the sight of his cum oozing out of your stretched out hole. “I love you, princess,” he says hoarsely before planting a sweet kiss to your forehead and stroking your hair.
You smile sweetly at him, panting and trying to catch your breath. “Well, now I’m gonna need another bath. But I love you, too,” you tease.
Can you write about fem reader trying new night gowns to surprise leon when he comes home from Spain he finds her super hot and they have sex
Hi anon! Sure can!! This was supposed to be a mini fic but turned it into a whole one shot. Ooops! Hope you like it though!
Pairing: RE4R!Leon x Fem!Reader
Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Leon lightly teases reader, no use of Y/N
Word Count: 1.6k
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You were always surprised by how easily your boyfriend fell in lust with you, it always seemed to be the little things you didn’t expect. This most recent time it was just a nightgown – one that had been given to you by your grandmother, well kept over the years, silky and smooth against your skin.
The long flowing sleeves hung like little puddles of pink at the ends of your arms, and the hem ended just above your knee. It was vintage and beautiful, but not something you considered particularly risqué, having only worn it due to the warmness of evening. As you finished getting ready for the night, his hands started moving on their own – exploring every curve of your body before they found a resting place on your hips.
His lips started at your shoulder, pulling the strap of fabric off gently before making his way to your neck. “Lee what are you doing, I’m brushing my teeth.”
“‘M sorry baby, but you look gorgeous in this. Don’t know where you got it from, but can’t stay away.”
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You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that night since, and with Leon being away on a work mission you deemed it the perfect opportunity to see if you could surprise him with another gown.
You had three to choose from. The first was a little black number with white lace on the hem. It didn't look like the picture on the website, in person it was far too much like tacky lingerie. The fabric didn't gather well, clearly made of cheaper materials than advertised.
The second was another pink one, a powdered baby pink like the original - a true nightgown reaching down to the floor with a mix of fine mesh with dainty feathers attached to the hem and bell sleeves. It did look gorgeous on you, but was giving 'wife who murders her rich husband' vibes, not quite what you were going for, but you were absolutely keeping it.
The last one felt perfect. Red and silken, soft against the skin and looked well made. Sure it was a little sheer on the sides, but it was far classier and well made than the black one.
The soft fabric caressed your skin and clung to you, leaving little to the imagination. When you turned in front of the mirror you saw the intricate lace pattern encasing your breasts perfectly, the hem stopping at your mid thighs. All your best features were on display, and you turned to view it from all directions. It brought back the memory of the night before Leon left, the thought sent tingles directly down there and made you shudder as you remembered how Leon had pulled one strap down off your shoulder then dragged his teeth along your neck.
Closing your eyes, you relished the memory, running your hands down your own body, mimicking the way he'd done so. Lost in your own thoughts, you didn't hear the front door open, or the boots padding towards the room.
What finally grabbed your attention was a drawn out whistle before the familiar sound of Leon’s voice. "Damn. What's going on here?" Leon asked, circling you.
Your heart skipped a beat as you opened your eyes to see Leon standing behind you, his eyes fixated on your body. You turned to face him, feeling a little embarrassed by his presence. "Do you like it?" you asked, shyly. He didn't reply immediately, but instead, stepped closer to you, hands grabbing at your hips to pull you closer.
His breath was hot on your neck as he whispered, "You look incredible." Hands moving up from your waist to pull you into a hug before sucking a purpled bruise into your skin.
A whine left your lips as you tilted your head to give him more access. "I'm glad. I got it for you."
"For me? I'm honored baby." He pulled away long enough to run his eyes over you one more time, before taking your hand and guiding you to the bed. "Lay down." He said, gently pushing you at the chest until you were on your back. You couldn't help but notice the bulge already kicking in his pants as he stared down at you.
He was on top of you in an instant - licking up your neck and nibbling on your ear. His hands found their way up your body, grasping at your breasts through your gown, giving them a light squeeze before he lowered himself to your lips, kissing you hard and starving. You could feel his erection through his jeans, straining against the zipper, but it was clear he was far more focused on you - blue eyes dilated with pure lust.
"Always so pretty for me." He cooed, before running his tongue down your collar bone and over the fabric, a dark wet trail following the muscle. He swirled it over your nipple through the nightgown before sucking on it lightly, the fabric added a slight friction to it making you squirm from the tingling sensation. "Nuh uh, none of that. Baby girl got this for me, I'm going to enjoy my present, so be still."
He moved his attention to the other one mimicking the same action, sucking and lapping his tongue around it until it was perked up to his liking. "So. Fucking. Beautiful." He said, kissing along your sternum and down towards your naval between each word, before dragging his tongue along the same path again, lower and lower. He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, giving him better access to what he was aiming for, before hiking the nightgown up just enough so he was face to face with your panties.
He took a brief moment to admire the already forming wet spot before darting his tongue out to lap at you through the fabric, savoring your taste. The saliva drying in the cool air against your skin juxtaposed against the heat of his mouth on your clothed pussy was making you feel dizzy and overwhelmed with pleasure. "L-Leon, please. I need more."
He didn't respond verbally, but instead chose to move his mouth down and along your thighs, nipping and kissing them as he went, drawing out every impatient noise he could get from you.
He stood and unbuckled the belt of his jeans and yanked it out of the loops in one smooth motion, discarding it on the floor. You watched every movement with hungry anticipation, silently begging him to hurry up as he took his sweet time with the button and zipper, before finally pulling down his boxers enough to reveal his thick erection, precum already beading at the tip before dripping down.
"This what you need?" He asked, wrapping his hand around it and stroking up and down a few times slowly. When you only nodded, he chuffed in protest. "Use your words sweetheart."
"I-I need it."
"Need what?" He raised a brow, a smirk taking over his features as he continued to stroke himself slowly.
"You. I need you inside of me."
The words tumbled out of your mouth faster than you could stop them, and you blushed deep, internally cursing him for still making you feel this way after all this time together. His smirk grew, and he chuckled before leaning forward to drag the head of his length over your panties, rubbing it against your clit. "Not sure I heard you baby."
The sensation pulled a heady moan out of you, managing to get out the words. "I need your cock. Inside me." You repeated, panting and arching your hips towards his, begging him silently.
"Hmm... sounds more like a demand to me."
"Leon." You huffed petulantly.
"Yes baby?"
"Please." You begged, not caring if it sounded pathetic.
He obliged the request, pulling your panties to the side with one hand, using his freehand to guide his cock to your entrance, before sliding his cock in, in one deep thrust. He let out a relieved sigh. "There we go." His head hung back in pleasure as he stood there for a moment, enjoying the way your walls fluttered and stretched around him.
The lack of movement was driving you wild, you moved your hips forward again, hoping he’d get the hint and would stop teasing you like this. He grabbed your hips to stop your movement, but before you could protest he gave another deep thrust, before he leaned over you nearly folding you in half as he set a rhythmic pace.
He pumped in and out of you quickly and roughly, your hips pressing against his pelvis at every thrust. Your hands desperately wrapped around his neck as cries of his name left your mouth. It was supposed to be his present, but you were the one on cloud nine as he fucked you into the mattress.
It wasn’t long before you nearly came undone. “C-close." You whined against his neck.
"Me too sweetheart." He replied, leaning back enough onto his knees that he could rub his thumb over your clothed clit as he fucked into you.
He gave no warning as his pace quickened, the head of his cock kissing that special spot inside of you. Between that and the pressure on your clit, you were done for as he made you keel over the edge before crashing into your orgasm. Your tight walls squeezed around him as he fucked you through it, happy to chase his own high.
"Fuck!" He growled as he spurt inside of you, filling you with hot cum. He pulled out, tucking your panties back into place to catch any remaining mess. He caught his breath as he looked down at you, all fucked out and chest heaving.
"So." You said, managing to finally talk, eyes heavy as they looked up at him. "You like your present?"
He smiled, a short laugh escaping his lips. "Definitely." He leaned forward to kiss you sweetly. "Thanks baby."
Summary: A simple, lazy day makeout session with Leon.
Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 915 words
Warnings: Fluff, pet names (pretty girl, greedy girl, princess), making out
Tags: Playful and cute Leon, pouty reader
A/N: I went ahead and combined two requests for this little blurb, so I hope you both like it!! I am slowly on the mend from Covid, never want to experience that shit again. I have turned requests off just so I can catch up on the ones sitting in my ask box and a few other ideas I had, but my asks are always open for headcanons or to chat or anything else. Anyways, enough rambling. Please enjoy! <3 <3 <3 Song title from "Ocean Eyes" by Billie Eilish.
Sitting sideways on the couch with your feet tucked beneath Leon’s warm, muscular thigh, you scrolled absentmindedly through your social media accounts. Every minute that you vaguely listened to the history documentary chosen by him as you thumbed through posts, your body slowly sunk deeper and deeper into the plush backrest. Your loosely planned, lazy Friday evening slowly grew boring as the clock ticked on, and Leon focused more on the TV and less on you.
“What’re you looking at?”
The low, gentle timbre brought your attention back to the presence as you looked up, cheek still propped up on your closed fist. You shrugged in response to Leon’s question, flashing him a view of your phone screen. “Nothing, honestly,” a sigh left your lips as you locked your phone with a forming pout. “I’m kind of bored.”
Leon’s lips curved into a gentle smile as he leaned his head back on the cushion and looked you over. Like you, he had dressed down to simple lazy wear for the night. The black t-shirt and gray sweatpants combo was a look of his you’d never get tired of seeing. He sat up slightly in his seat, parting his thighs before he patted one. “C’mere.”
You set your phone on the couch cushion behind you and hooked a leg over his lap, seating yourself in the dip between his thighs. Wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, you pressed your chest flush to his. He was warm, per usual, and the lingering scent of his spiced, woodsy scented body wash and crisp cologne was quickly welcomed by your senses as you inhaled slowly.
Leon rubbed his warm, calloused palms up the bare skin of your thighs, raising little goosebumps over the span of your smooth skin. He smiled gently as he looked into your eyes. From this close up in the warm light casted by the end table lamp, you could see his pupils dilate each time he looked at you. Those deep blue ocean eyes were filled with nothing but love for you as he continued to gently caress your skin.
“What can I do to entertain my pretty girl, hmm?” Leon mused, tilting his head back as his hands slid up to your waist and firmly grasped. He pulled you closer, pressing your body completely against his, now. His fingers slipped beneath your oversized t-shirt and pressed against the skin of your hips just above your sleep shorts. “What ever would satisfy your need for attention?”
Your lips threatened to twitch upwards into a smile, but you fought the urge with another pout. Dramatically sighing, you leaned your forehead down against his shoulder and shrugged again. “I don’t know. I’m dying,” you whined against him playfully.
Leon tutted mockingly, reaching a hand up to pat your back. “Now, now. We can’t have that, now can we?” He continued to pat your back gently. His soft bangs fell over his eyes as he leaned his head against yours, chest vibrating with a thoughtful hum. “Would a kiss be enough?”
You mimicked his hum, sitting up slightly as you tapped your fingers to your lips. You pretended to give the suggestion plenty of thought, squinting your eyes as you looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t know if just one would suffice.”
Leon scoffed, shaking his head at you. “Greedy girl,” he chided playfully. “How about two, then?”
Finally letting yourself smile fully, you leaned in until your lips were an inch away from his. “How about… one,” you gave him the first kiss. “Or two,” a second kiss followed.
“Or three.. Or four..”
He let out a deep chuckle as you continued to count through the kisses, even tilting his head for you to plant them across his cheeks and over his forehead. By the time you’d reached ten, you’d almost covered every inch of his smooth skin. A soft pink hue settled on his high cheekbones as he leaned his head back once more, giving you a lopsided smile. “Was that enough?” Leon asked with raised eyebrows.
“Nope,” you quickly answered, popping the ‘p’ before you leaned back in. The eleventh kiss was a lot longer than your previous fleeting pecks. Your lips pillowed against his in gentle meetings, each point of contact bringing about a soft smacking sound. You cupped his face in your soft hands, thumbs rubbing against his cheeks as he let you take the lead.
Leon gripped your hips once more, holding you flush against him as he chased your lips after each slight retreat. A soft, grumbling moan left his throat as he swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, silently asking for access. Once you’d granted it to him, he wasted no time in pushing the wet appendage into your mouth.
You fought him for dominance, tongues dancing together in a heated tango until you ultimately relented. He sat up as you sunk down in his lap, letting him wholly consume you through the passionate kiss until you both broke away for air.
Once he’d caught his breath, Leon gave your hip a tap with his fingers as he looked down at you. His smile bordered on cheeky as he looked into your eyes again. “Was that enough attention for you, princess?”
You pursed your lips, swaying side-to-side slightly on his lap as you thought about your answer. “Hmm… No, I think I need a little bit more.”
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mother do u think u can do subby leon with a lactation kink? or dom leon. (re4 him is so daddy)
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note. thank you sm for the request anon <33 there's def a lack of dom leon on my blog. i haven't written a dom character in a while so i'm sorry if i'm rusty ;(
content. nsfw. 0.7k words. dom!leon, p in v, sleepy & soft sex, fingering, squirting, creampie.
It takes a few kisses shared between Leon, and you’re already soaking through your panties. It’s humiliating as you whimper into his mouth, his soft lip pressed to yours.
In your defense, you’re fucking tired. Leon couldn’t sleep, and even though he didn’t want to disturb you from your peaceful slumber, what kind of lover would you be if you didn’t try to help? You didn’t know it, but your warmth presented with so much comfort you would never understand.
Even on nights like these, where he couldn’t rest, the slow, sensual kisses he left on your pouty lips were enough to calm his worries.
Running your fingers through his soft hair, you moan quietly, subconsciously grinding onto him. Leon groans at the feeling of your clothed cunt, drenched, sliding along his muscular thigh. He adores the ways you respond to his touch. Your hardened nipples, peaking through your thin shirt and the shy whimpers you let slip.
It wasn’t his intention to get you so worked up, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy you whining his name, pleading for his touch. His calloused palms squeeze the supple flesh of your waist, bringing you closer to his warm body. He continues to tease kisses down your neck, nipping the sensitive flesh.
He wants to hear you beg for him. Beg for him to please you like no one else can. He wants to admire you as you fall apart, writhing on the sheets and crying out for him.
Your eyelids are heavy, and the building pleasure in your core makes it nearly impossible to doze off. You nuzzle your face into the crook of Leon’s neck, your nails grazing his scalp to the back of his neck.
“Leon, please,” you mumble deliriously, your words dragging out. Leon slips his hand into your panties, using his deft fingers to collect your arousal before pressing on your pulsing clit. You moan breathlessly, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, attempting to conceal your loud whines. You didn’t want another noise complaint.
“This pussy’s so needy f’me, angel,” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. His ring and middle finger enter your hole and slowly thrusts into your cunt. Your pussy flutters around him as he rubs your sensitive nub with his thumb. His hardening dick is pushed to your plush thigh as he plays with your drooling cunt.
A hitch in your breath indicates you’re nearing your climax, but Leon ceases his fingers in your cunt. You’re dazed, your eyes glazed over, overwhelmed at the sudden loss of pleasure. You rock your hips, fucking yourself on his thick fingers, and Leon chuckles at the sight.
“Want you to cum on my cock, sweetheart,” he says, and you scoff tiredly at his words. He shifts his position on his bed between your thighs. He marvels at the wet spot on your panties before pushing them aside, exposing your leaking pussy to his eyes.
He moves his basketball shorts down, exposing his fully erect dick, dripping with pre. The head of his cock bumps your throbbing clit as he glides it along your slick folds. He groans as he pushes himself into your tight cunt, your warm walls fluttering around his fat cock.
He begins to thrust into you, his hips moving back and forth, your arousal dripping down, coating the inside of your thighs. Moaning when you clench around him, he fucks you quickly and steady. You’ve done so much for him. The least he can do is make you cum.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, trying to keep your eyes open as he splits you with his cock. He’s so deep that you can feel each vein of his shaft. Broken and shaky moans escape your bruised lips and your back arching off the silken sheets.
“Leon!” you cry loudly, thighs twitching and tears welling up in your eyes.
You come undone, clamping tightly around his cock and your pussy spurting a clear liquid, gushing onto the mattress and his flushed skin. He leans down, kissing you deeply and passionately as he finishes inside you with a loud groan.
Slipping out of you, he admires his and your combined fluids as they leak out of your overly sensitive cunt. He caresses your tear-stained cheek softly, observing as your breath evens out.
mating press leon with fem!reader i need yall to LISTEN
requests open <;3 mdni!
Thinking about leon having you in a mating press, where he just gets to have you folded all nice and pretty under him. How this position gives him the upperhand, mushroomy tip brushing against your cervix as he stirs up your walls. He loves to watch how your face contorts with pleasure, how he can just look down and see that creamy ring around the base of his cock as he moves balls deep in you.
Leon kennedy who breeds you full each time, stuffing you over and over as you go dumb on his cock. He’ll make small teases about it, praising you for taking him so well yet degrading you for being such a whore for his cock. But you can’t help yourself, not when he’s burying himself deep in your cunt that all you can think about is him.
Leon kennedy who loves feeling the way your legs tense up as you cum around him for the nth time so far, mind going blank as you shake and squirm in his hold, body overrun with pleasure. He loves watching how overstimulated you get, or watching how your arousal leaks from your slit each time he thrusts. Maybe the mating press gives him too much of a power rush and feeling when in it, but you can’t blame the guy when hes got a pretty girl all folded up for his cock and cum.
Summary: The kind priest has taught you a new way to worship.
Priest!Leon x Nun!Reader
CW: MDNI, 18+ only, age gap, p in v, dubcon, manipulation, fingering, tied up reader, use of authority for manipulation, corruption kink, RELIGIOUS THEMES THROUGHOUT
Word count: 1.4K
When you arrived at this church, as a newly vowed nun, it would be an understatement to say you were nervous. The trembling in your hands hadn’t stopped for days, and you had trouble speaking to the sisters of your new home. All that until some sisters of your own age took you into their embrace, and you grew to love the community. Even more so when the priest of the parish seemed to take you under his wing, the older man often gave you advice on both your life and your journey with God.
The other nuns had told you this was a regular thing to happen, that the kind priest would help the newer nuns become more relaxed in the unfamiliar environment. And it did help to have someone not from the area to talk to, someone who had been through what you had to. Especially when it was Father Kennedy, and those pretty blue eyes of his. Especially when it was Father Kennedy, and those hands that seemed to explore every inch of you as he helped you pray properly.
Which is exactly what he was helping you with right now in one of your private sessions. You were both knelt on the floor, his hands having guided you to spread your knees and your hands tied in the correct position “If they’re tied you resist the temptation to move them” his deep timber had whispered into your ear and the end had been tied above you, helping keep your hands up. Those same hands you’d been watching all day while he gave sermons were now resting on your waist.
The blonde leant closer to you, and you swear you could feel his warmth and muscles through your habit. And his hands moved lower, slowly pushing the fabric up until it was over your hips. All in the name of God, he declared. And while you knew none of this was in the teachings, surely a man of God would not show you wrong…after all, how could something that felt so good be a sin.
The warmth of his breath ghosted against your neck as his hands pushed your panties down your trembling thighs, tongue licking at the skin as fingers ghosted over your clit “You’re doing so well, my angel” the word used to feel wrong when he called you that, but now you knew it to be true. You were his heavenly angel, and he your God. Your hands tugged on the rope as he shushed you, his other hand holding you to him by wrapping around your neck.
The divine feeling he gave, was like no other. Nothing could be sweeter than how he helped you worship, and his hands dipped lower until it could gently push into your already dripping cunt. Your almost silent gasps like honey to his ears as he drew more and more from you, almost addicted to the sound. His mouth latched onto your skin, never hard enough to break for no bruises should be in case the other sisters ‘tried to stop your perfect worship’.
Hot tongue lapping at your neck until it was soaked with his drool, his fingers pushing into your clenching hole until your legs shake and the rope has to hold you weight. Leon squeezes at your neck in a way that has you seeing stars and whimpering, the noises only driving him on further as he takes you apart in his private chapel. The colours of the stained glass cast a darker shadow in the night, but it still lets you see the way his eyes darken, the blue swallowed by his pupils. Eyes never leaving the way his fingers disappear into your warmth.
You had spent many nights agonising over thoughts you had believed to be in line with the evil in this world, but thanks to the Father those thoughts had been put to rest. His guidance in moments like this offered peace to your thoughts, and when he showed you what real worship was, the thoughts were gone entirely. After all, his words eased your mind and allowed you to know the truth that these things were no sins.
Your back arched and a moan slipped from your mouth as he added another finger, eyes and mind clouding as he brought you to the brink of pleasure. The tongue on your neck licking up to your ear as he applied that slightly more pressure to your neck. Teeth tugging at your lobe while you whined and tried to beg for more. But you had no need to beg anything of your kind priest, he would happily give anything to his angel.
As he gave in so easily, your slick coating his fingers until your gushing, body slacking against the rope completely and his hand around your throat loosens as he helps you ride your orgasm. Leon does not give you a chance to rest before he is pulling his cock from its confines, the fat tip nudges your clit as his hips rutting at a quickened pace as he chases his own release.
You press your trembling thighs together, and the blondes head falls onto your shoulder in a way where you can feel the quick hot breaths on your neck as he pants. He groans in that low voice he uses for his sermons, the one that has you wet on Sundays and falling apart on his tongue on Mondays.
“That’s it pretty girl, keep ‘em right there for me” and you held them together as close as you could, the soft pillow of your thighs almost causing Leon to lose control as his hand moved to clutch at your hips, nails digging into the skin in a way that would leave bruises in the morning. The self-control he had to have in order to not bend you right there and take what he really wanted. But for that you weren’t ready, still believing in some of your teachings. But no worries, he would have you soon.
For now, the soft friction of your thighs and the slick coating his cock would be enough, especially as your whines pitched up from the oversensitivity of the head continuously nudging the abused clit as you struggled to stay composed. His mouth attached onto your neck again as his hands moved to pinch at your nipples. The buds hardening as his hips stuttered from the sudden squeeze of your thighs, his moans stifled by your skin.
The man was in pure bliss, and if this is how it felt to be nestled between your legs while you let him ravage you…then your sweet pussy must be heaven. You cried out loudly as he tugged your nipples harder, his focus more on his own pleasure than on yours. Your whines and whimpers only driving him further as the head of his cock caught on your dripping hole, and you bit back a pained whimper. Leon lost in the pleasure did not realise as his pace did not let up, the feeling of his cock nudging at the opening had your eyes glazing over, mind turning to filth at what it would feel like.
So you did not stop him as his cock stretched your pussy open, and Leon grinned as he watched himself disappear until he was settled into your cunt. Your body twitching as you begged him to move, pleads falling on deaf ears as he watched you squirm. How he loved to watch you writhe like this until the only thing from your mouth was his name and how good it felt, how stretched you were, how full you were.
That was all it took before he moved his hips at that brutal pace “Your worship is so important” his cock hammered at your cunt, walls clamping down on him as he kicked inside you. Mouth open with saliva drooling down your chin and head back with eyes closed. Leon wondered how far he could push this, after all you’d let him fuck your cunt. “Such a good whore, letting me defile you” and the words sent warmth rushing down.
It was a matter of moments before you were gushing around his cock, and Leon swore he saw the gates of heaven as you did. The feeling of your cunt squeezing down hard onto him, as slick soaked his cock, his legs and dripped down his balls. He pulled you impossibly close as he humped at your pussy, rope after rope of hot seed filling your womb, until he was drained, and you were filled. He pulled out slowly, eyes watching the way your hole clenched around nothing, cum leaking from you and onto the tiled floor.
And if this is how you were meant to truly worship God? How could you ever say no.
idrk what this exactly is, just a dump of headcanons and imagines? just enjoy.
- before you his sex drive definitely wasn’t as high, this man loves you so much that he seeks it out with every small opportunity. you’re half naked after a shower? bricked up. you’re undressing for a shower? hard. you bend down and he gets the view from the front of the back and he’ll come up behind you or in front of you and watch as you get back up with a small smirk. you’re lying on the bed or the couch and you’re in that position where you lay on your stomach and one of your legs is at an angle, your ass poking out and curving so deliciously. he’ll sit down next to you and caress your skin, every curve and crevice.
- when he’s needy he’ll get close to you, his eyes half lidded and pressing himself into you, turning himself on more each second when he hears the words that come out of his mouth, blabbering about how good you smell and how much he needs you, asking you very nicely to just please fuck him. his hands find themselves around your waist and he’ll start almost dry humping you, trying badly to feel a little relief. he is always so vocal, grunts and groans, shaky breaths and even whines or whimpers escaping his pretty lips as he shuts his eyes and he can’t help his mouth hanging open. you try so hard to hold back and not give in to tease him for just a little longer, until he gets so loud that you can’t take it anymore, getting on top of him and telling him to work, telling him to get rid of the layers and watching as he desperately tries to remove your clothes, being careful with your pretty panties and throwing everything away, not even being bothered about his own clothes, he’ll simply undo his pants and pull himself out of his boxers, looking up at you expectantly and letting out a groan when you smirk at him, and connect your lips, making him wait for even longer. but then when you finally grind your bare pussy on his cock he’ll let out a strained groan, throwing his head back and his hands are loosely on your thighs, right where your hips bend. you get to watch as his muscles tense under you, and you run your hands over his whole torso and big strong arms, they linger around his throat for a moment. you can’t tear your eyes from him as he tries to keep his own open and watch the way your body moves on top of him, mumbling curse words and praises.
- when he gets needy in public, his voice changing and his breath getting quicker and that look that everyone would immediately notice, you’d tell him to wait, there’s people around. he’d purposely pull you a little further away but still in sight, kissing your neck and his hands travelling lower and lower, “need you, baby. right now..” he says in a husky voice that you just cannot resist. you’ll keep an eye out for anyone watching and look back at him, “leon.. there’s people..” you’d whisper and bite your lip, trying to hold back your own noises of pleasure. “i don’t care.. need your hands on me, please.. and when we get home i’ll fuck you real good, alright?” that’s an offer you can’t refuse, your hand found itself in his pants, palming over his erection through his boxers. sliding under the waistband of the boxers when you hear him getting louder. he’ll let out a loud grunt, and your heart races, if you’re lucky nobody can hear you. your movements get faster in attempt to get him to finish faster, but he only gets louder and makes you more paranoid. “mmh, i’m sorry, you know i can’t resist.. i’m trying..” he’ll say when he notices your nervous expression, taking your free hand and bringing it to his mouth, your thumb grazes over his lip before you shove two fingers in his mouth, it felt so good, feeling his tongue swirl around them, now you understood why he did it. when he’s about to cum you remove your fingers and warn him to be quiet and listen to his frantic breathing, so tense and biting his lips to try and stifle his sounds. when you brush yourself off and go back to whatever you were doing, he’ll hold your hand the entire time, following you and whispering in your ear about how much he loves you and how good he’ll fill you up when you get home.
- when you’re needy, you’ll sit on his lap, playing with his hair and nuzzling your head into his neck and chest. your hands around him and pressing your fingers and nails into his back, starting to move on top of him. your pussy pulsing and your panties more soaked by the second. he’ll look up from whatever he was doing and watch you for a moment with a lazy smirk on his lips. his hands always on your thighs. “what do you want, baby?” “tell me and i’ll give it to you, pretty.” when you manage to string together a few words he makes you say it again and louder this time, licking his lips when you obey and pout at him slightly, your fingers curling and your hips moving harder into him. “mhh, you want my cock, pretty baby?” “that bad huh?” “do i turn you on so much, [nickname]?” his teasing words only fuelling you more, whining and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “mhh, why don’t you take it yourself?” he’ll say after making you beg him to give you his cock. he’ll chuckle and laugh as you desperately try to undo his pants and don’t waste even a second as you lower yourself on him, crying out when you feel the way he stretches you out so good. he’ll take a shaky breath, trying to keep his composure, more praises and playful teases leaving his mouth, but you notice the way his voice deepens slightly. you’ll sped up your movements, not being able to say anything and just throwing your head back in pleasure, but he need you to look at him and takes your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him as you bounce on top of him. he’ll play with your lips, his thumb caressing them and holding them open. “such a pretty mouth..” he will not shut up the entire time, saying how much he loves you, how he loves the way the soft flesh of your thighs and tummy press into him. how much he loves watching your boobs bounce and how tight you are, how he loves your messy hair and half lidded, cock drunk eyes. he encourages you when he notices your close to your orgasm, his hands on his waist and moving you up and down harder and faster. he starts getting louder when you clench down on his length and you take the opportunity to do something that always makes him lose control, inevitably making him cum inside you. you lift yourself, only his sensitive head inside you, when you clench down on it, he lets out a moan, gritting his teeth and his fingers digging deep into your hips and thighs. he’ll forget how much he teased you and buck his hips up into you, saying how sweet your tight pussy is and how crazy you make him as you ride off your own high. now he’s all in and he’ll pick you up, throw you on your bed and give it his all, making you lose track of how many times you cum and making a complete mess on the cute soft sheets.
- he loves giving you head, does it more often for his own pleasure than yours. he’ll come home with a little nerves and immediately look for you, his headache easing a little when he smells your sweet intoxicating perfume, but not saying any more than a “hi, baby.” and a quick kiss and he’ll get on his knees, not caring about your gasps of surprise and pull down your tiny lounge shorts, letting out a moan when he sees that you’re not wearing any underwear, pulling you closer to his face by your thighs and immediately diving into your sweet pussy, eating you out like he has been starving all day. one hand propping up your thigh and his other caressing you and finally landing on your clit, slow circles as his tongue thrusts in and out of your desperate pussy. not when you’re finished, but when he is, he’ll get up, kiss your forehead and go get changed and pick out something for you two to do.
- he also loves getting head. he never really enjoyed it, until you changed his whole world one day, on a mission when he got an inconvenient boner, you offered him a blowjob since you were the one getting him in that situation. you managed to make him crazy for your mouth. you’re so skilled at it and you make him feel so good that he started to get cocky and really confident, slapping his cock on your face and pressing the tip on your lips, praising your pretty lips and your fucked out eyes. “mmh, such a pretty mouth and it’s all mine. ruined for anyone else..” he’ll put his hand on each side of your face and thrust into your mouth, you hollow out your cheeks to make him feel even better and gripp his thighs, tears staining your cheeks. “so so goood.. gonna make me cum and you haven’t even started..” when he finally does, he pulls out of your mouth, and he finishes himself off, but you call out his name and beg him, opening your mouth, “aww, want me to finish in your mouth baby?” he chuckles. you nod and open up, feeling him twitch and watching his face, his mouth hanging open and grunts escaping his throat. “swallow like the good girl you are, yeah?” he’ll say in a husky, low voice, before his warm cum coats your tongue and the roof of your mouth. thrusting into your mouth at a slow pace until the pleasure wears off, tucking himself away and picking you up, laying you down and littering your body with kisses.
He needed you like he needed air, you were precious- irreplaceable. You were the best thing that ever happened to him and you were the biggest motivator to come back home while he was on his mission in Spain. Death had its bony fingers wrapped tight around him and it was only after he ripped apart Saddler and all of his little minions with their own ‘holy body’ did he finally feel deaths grasp loosen. Leon felt a surge of satisfaction at how he was able to resist Saddlers tries at controlling him, it brought him absolute joy watching as his face twisted up in confusion and anger at how Leon was stronger than him. But none of that mattered, all that mattered was seeing you in what felt like an eternity had passed. Leon had gotten the chance to clean and change his clothes, holding his duffle in his left hand he saw your car pull up into the airport parking. His whole body buzzed in a mixture of excitement and anticipation to what was to come.
Your intoxicating smell filled the air around him, and you’re sweet whimpers of pleasure were nothing short of a symphony to his ears. God you were so beautiful like this. Covered in his marks along with his cum smearing the insides of your thighs. He had done a good job fucking you dumb, reduced to nothing but moaning mess. This was the perfect opportunity to change you. Leaning down while still keeping his pace of his cock bullying into your cunt, he lets his canines elongate. Finding the spot where your neck and shoulder meet he sinks his teeth in as he feels the walls of your cunt squeezing and quivering around him as you orgasm for the umpteenth time tonight. A shocked cry of pain mixing with pleasure falls from your lips as Leon pushes parts of his plaga into you. A moment passes before he’s satisfied with his work, pulling back he can already see the faint black veins spreading from where he bit you. His own veins darken in response to yours his body trying to call out to yours- even though the process has just begun. “So beautiful, my good girl.” Voice rough with lust, his hands begin to massage and comfort your body while his once burning kisses now turn to soft loving one’s gently worshipping your tired body. Hopefully your transition will be quick- he couldn’t wait to see all of the changes that the plaga will bring to you.
This is kind of a continuation/ alternate version of my other plagas!leon Drabble lol, i am obsessed with this concept. I may write another Drabble that’s actually a continuation of this one, but that is tbd
--Sometimes I like to imagine what a relationship with Leon Kennedy would be like because I'm 5'1 and he's 5'11. I feel like looking up at him like a giant would be cute. Plus, with a short significant other would be so cute and funny and bratty he'd probably easily pick you up and throw you over his shoulder.
--As a woman, I feel like I would jump on his shoulders and lean in to kiss him on the cheek and ruffle his hair. I remember sometimes being able to climb up tall people like it was nothing.
--We all know how much of a foodie he is, and I am personally a girl from the south. I've known how to cook since I was 12, and would literally cook him every holiday thing in the world. I would make sure he eats, make sure he sleeps right, everything. I feel like his favorite food would be Italian and country like food, like pork chops. He is from Kentucky, because he lived near Raccoon City, which is in a county in Kentucky.
--Whenever I think about how he sleeps, he definitely has insomnia. I also have insomnia, and I always keep sleep aid with me no matter where I am.
When he wakes up from not being able to sleep at night, I feel like he just sits down at the kitchen table with a glass of his favorite drink, and his gun. He only sits in the dark. He looks at his gun and thinks sometimes about Raccoon City. He has nightmares about it. He wishes he could just wash it all away and tell you everything. But even that, is just way too risky.
If he doesn't do that when he can't sleep, I think he might run a shower. Just to haze him out of this mind for a few minutes. Then he'll lay in bed and just hold you tight like you were going to fly away.
If you were to wake up and hear him move and shift around, I have a feeling he will scream in his sleep. You would wake him up. With your calm and sweet voice, it will help him. He'll cry and hold you tight. He sobs into your shoulder, your chest, and you would stroke his head and let him lay down on your chest. You run your fingers through his hair. "Sshhh. It's okay. It's okay, um here. It was just a dream. You're safe. I got you." You tell him. But you know it wasn't just a dream. It was all a memory.
--Whenever it comes to pets, I've wondered about this. People think, "he's a dog person." "He's a cat person." I don't think he is a dog person, because when in Re2, he literally was chased by zombie dogs, and even shot them. I feel like if a dog approached me, I would be traumatized too. That's probably a reason why I wouldn't get a large dog. But if you got a puppy of a big breed, then maybe. Maybe like a German Shepherd, or a Labrador, then maybe he would like the dog. He would probably absolutely need an emotional support animal if he didn't have you. Either way, he'd want one even if you're there.
--Whenever he sleeps, it looks like he's a hard sleeper, but no. He's the lightest sleeper ever. I've read some fan fics where he sleeps with a gun on the nightstand, and a knife under his pillow. Honestly, I'd do the same thing if it means keeping safe. He sleeps best when not alone. He's been alone forever.
"Babe." You whisper. You nudge him. "Babe, get up."
He's not gonna let you up unless it's an emergency.
Give me some more ideas on what you guys think. These are just my Headcanonc again lol.
summary: working in an underground crime syndicate, your job gets risky, but, the more risk, the more reward. you jumped the gun on your thievery through an art museum, and come across one certain guard who is adamant on stopping you in your path.
pairing: guard!leon kennedy x female reader
word count: 11.5k
warnings: smut, fingering, choking, slight degradation, dom leon
a/n: yall know i had to do one with tactical gear leon i mean come onnnn look at him!!! (patrick voice)
i went a little wild with this one LOL i really thought it was gonna be my shortest work yet and here we are.
the plot of this was inspired by Death Prefers Blondes by Caleb Roehrig! if you guys liked the idea of our mc's job here, i suggest you check out that book, its a really great young adult read!
i had so much fun with this one, i really hope i didn't keep you guys waiting. i hope you enjoy, thank you endlessly for the support, and I will see you soon :)
Taking a deep sigh, you reclined yourself back as far as you could in the stiff chair, which wasn’t much. The light above you was flickering, to your annoyance, but you kept quiet about it, focusing instead on the rapid typing on the keyboard from the man in front of you. The room was cold, and you pulled your sweatshirt tighter around you. You knew to come prepared this time.
You hoped you would get out of here before the traffic rush. You hated having to come all the way out here, but, after all, it was your job.
To explain how you came into this would take too long, as you tell everyone, so simply put: Some connections in your life led to other connections, and those connections allowed you to quit your two part time jobs and become a full time criminal. Literally.
You met this man, Carlos, at the gym where you liked to spar with some of the trainers when they weren’t in sessions. Simulating a fight was not something you had expected to find a lot of entertainment in, but when you got up there in front of someone and were forced to defend yourself with blocks and punches and kicks, it introduced a whole new adrenaline into your world. Keeping up with your physical shape had definitely aided in your ability to be nimble, and your history of (attempted) gym consistency helped build muscle.
Carlos had pulled you aside after a sparring session with another trainer, impressed by your moves, and had told you he wants to see you put it to the real test. He offered you a spot in the gym he frequented (which was, to your horror at first, the sketchiest building you had ever seen in your life from the outside), paired you with a trainer who wasn’t afraid to throw real punches, and before you knew it, you could fight an array of builds and heights.
From there, you kept talking to people who knew people who knew Carlos, and he weaseled you into his line of work where he trusted you to go on the scene of whatever was the target, and sold all of your loot. He was your fence, you were his robber. Quite simply.
A real threat of danger hung over your head on every job, and you knew this well enough. There was always the chance of getting caught, considering every location had guards 24/7. There was always a chance you could get hurt; fall from a high location, the failure of equipment, get shot for fucks sake, but you loved the adrenaline it gave you. You felt on top of the world, and in the back of your mind, you knew this would surely be considered an addiction, but you didn’t care. Every new job upped the ante, and you needed more.
The second deep breath you took expanded your lungs, the stretch feeling good after not moving for several minutes now. You rolled your head side to side, hearing the crack, and turned your attention back to Carlos, who finally started talking again.
“I have buyers in Europe lined up for these.” He looked down at the desk, an array of shiny stones and metals bent in intricate shapes and chains laid out in front of him. Courtesy of yours truly. “A few are interested in the same piece, but they can argue with themselves, I’m only going to sell it to them, I’m not the mediator.” He sighed and pushed back in his rolling chair, pulling open a file cabinet and a manila folder.
“Where in Europe? Can we hand deliver?” You couldn’t help but grin slightly, and Carlos didn’t have to look up from his papers to know you were.
He shrugged. “If you want to risk receiving a chest cavity the size of a gold ball, knock yourself out.” He knew you were joking, and you knew the rules well enough. Knowing who your buyers were, and going within any sort of vicinity of them while knowing their identity was strictly off limits. He turned his head towards his computer again. “Venice. Nice.” He turned towards you. “Budapest. The usual.”
You nodded. You were expecting some sort of answer along the lines of that, so it wasn't too much of a surprise to you. Oh, how it would be nice to be in Europe, though.
“Here’s the deal.” Carlos put the folder of papers down in front of you, and you lazily scanned it, knowing that most of it was going to look like gibberish anyways. Carlos was the man in between here, you simply stole things. You didn’t deal with the numbers and the logistics. “The man who is in the battle for our largest emerald is willing to step aside and let our Venetian buyer take the cake, because he reached out with another job that he and only he wants to be in the running for.”
You scoffed. “Dude must be loaded then. A solo job?”
Carlos cocked an eyebrow. “He gave me parameters for the job, and I almost turned him down without even running it by you, to be honest.”
You sat up straight. “The fuck, Carlos? Give it to me, I can take it.”
He sighed and slouched back in his chair. You were honestly surprised that Carlos was not the one in your spot. He was insanely built and could easily take down four armed guards at once, but you never found out why he chose to be behind the scenes. At least you knew he trusted you enough not to put you in anything that would be instant death.
“There’s apparently an heirloom to this guy’s lineage sitting in a chamber room of the gallery downtown. He’s been trying to find a means to reach it and claim it back for years, but, according to him, the museum won’t budge on letting him anywhere near a buying price.”
You let his words sink in. “What’s so bad about that?”
Carlos sighed again. “It’s an art gallery.” He stared at you, waiting for you to get the point. “They have armed guards posted day in and day out. Alarms at every possible entrance and cameras watching every square inch of the place. It’s just not feasible.”
You shook your head. “Carlos, come on. I know you have access to the technical means that we need to do our surveillance. We can watch their route. We can track who does what nights and who might be the easiest to take down. I did that at the villa two weeks ago.”
“Yes, and you nearly lost your life. I was shooting myself in the foot for putting you out there.”
You shook your head again. Part of you was thankful that Carlos had the decency to regret his decision of accepting that job, and feeling remorse once you reported back that one of the bodyguards had you in a near death chokehold before you managed to, by luck, weasel free. Even you were still haunted by that. But you would never let it slow you down, and would never tell Carlos, as he would surely put you in safer locations. Which meant less fun.
“I’m just saying, now that it’s been done, I can do it again. And be careful about it this time. I want to do this Carlos, I believe I can.”
Carlos was silent for a moment, thinking over your words. He sighed.
“I want our people staking out on the perimeter the whole time. I don’t want to hear objections. There will be a team this time, this is not just somebody’s home. This is government and city property, if you don’t die, you and I are as good as dead in the prison system.”
You quirked a small smile. “Come on Carlos.” He lazily held eye contact. “You think I’d rat you out like that?”
He sighed and rolled his eyes, but you could tell he was fighting the urge to smile as well. “Be back here tomorrow at 12. We’ll start our prep.”
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You, Carlos, and two other men were huddled around a plethora of screens deep in the trenches of Carlos’ office. One of the monitors had split screen CCTV surveillance, six cameras watching the main galleries and two hallways, one was a datamine of the encrypted content regarding the people employed to stand guard at the museum, and the others were floor plans of each floor and wing of the gallery.
The size of the place didn’t scare you, in fact, it only brought more excitement to your job. As soon as Carlos brought up the blueprints and started mapping escape routes and how to avoid camera sightings, you memorized it instantly. This would be a breeze.
“Here’s who we need to look out for.” He drew up a site that had profiles of each of the seven guards that do night duty. Their employee photos looked like mugshots. “These three guys guard the east wing, these two rotate between west wing and foyer since that is the smallest wing and closer to the entrance, and these two are usually staked out by the rear gallery.”
“You seem to already have this down, Carlos.” You mumbled.
He snickered from in front of you. “I’ve been watching already.”
You sighed through your nose. “Going to turn down this job my ass.”
“We’re expecting these two to be in the west wing the night of the heist. I’ve been watching, and they tend to rotate, but there’s a pattern. I’m sure it will be them.” You nodded, listening closely to his words. Carlos might be a pain in the ass sometimes, but you knew he didn’t mess around with ensuring the best possible route. “One stands in the wing while the other stands in the foyer. They rotate at the same time, so there is a small window when no one is watching the far end of the gallery.”
“How am I getting in there? Hanging out overnight?” It was a partial joke, but you never knew with this team.
Carlos shook his head, and diverted everyone’s attention to an isolated map, similar to the layout of the floor plan. “This is the duct system.” You stifled a laugh. You should have expected this. “Big enough for a person like you. The duct room is locked whenever no one is accessing them, and the only people that do are the janitorial team, and Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday are the only times they are sweeping the building.”
“Literally, sweeping.”
Carlos sighed heavily at your remark. “The system that is connected to the electronic lock is also connected to what controls the cameras and the lights. I can get you in there, but only in a very small window of time. It needs to be during the day.”
“The day.” You echoed. “So, I’ll be camped out in there for a while, then?”
Carlos nodded. You knew what you were about to get yourself into. It came with the job description, and before the job actually launched into action, you knew that familiar feeling of anxiety blossoming in your chest. You had been in the gym consistently, trying to find someone to mock a chokehold with you in the case that it happened all over again. If it did, you decided Carlos didn't need to find out.
You knew you were physically ready. The odds of going against a huge man didn't look great from the outside, but you were flexible, and fast, and if you could bounce around their sights, you could steer clear of any sort of altercations.
“Yes, you’ll be in there for a while. It’s the only way.” You nodded again. You knew there was no such thing as comfort in this line of work. If you get too comfortable, you might as well get ready to be comfortable in a jail cell, or in the afterlife. “We move in Thursday night. Just to be sure that the cleaning happens Wednesday and we won't get any surprises. You’ll enter at 4 PM. I’ll be watching all morning to decide what you should wear to make the least waves possible and so you can disappear when they close at 6. Regular day employees stay until 7:30, then the guards move in, but we can’t make our moves until well after sunset.” Carlos was looking mostly at you, as the other teammates he rounded up were just going to stake out the perimeter. “You know the prep. Make sure you last while you wait.”
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You spent the next week in the office watching everyone’s moves. The guards followed a monotonous routine in which areas they patrolled. Odd, considering they might want to watch for corners where people could stay hidden.
They all stuck to their schedules, no employee stayed later than an hour and a half after closing, guards immediately did a sweep of the whole building for the lame thieves who attempted to hide in bathrooms, before they stuck to their positions, and that’s where they stayed for the night, until 5 AM. You were positive you had this down now, there was no way you could be wrong.
There was, of course, but you preferred to pretend otherwise.
The guards rotated as predicted, and with every step they took every passing day you grew more confident in this job. That person who was commissioning this should be well willing to tip generously considering the amount of prep taking place.
You swallowed the lump of anxious nerves, pushing yourself into your work mindset as you sat outside the museum, the breeze cooling down your heated skin. Carlos had been keeping watch of the patrons since opening, and he concluded the appropriate outfit for you to don would be a tan hoodie, light wash jeans, and you didn’t have many options in the way for shoes, a simple pair of white sneakers having to do the trick. You knew they would be watching at the door, a metal detector as well as bag checks were mandatory, so you couldn’t risk a bag, but you had all you needed strapped underneath your clothes to your second skin layer– a skintight bodysuit, equipped with maximum breathability and flexibility– and all of your weapons holstered as close as they could get.
With nothing else except your phone (which was off) and wallet (with a fake ID), you walked up the steps, blending in with the bustle, but knowing well enough to not look too suspicious. You knew the rest of your team was around the perimeter, out of your view, and you were going to hear from Carlos for the first time when it was necessary for you to hide. He was never on location, he was seated safely in his office, every screen lit up with hacked CCTV footage and an in-ear device to communicate directly to you.
You took yet another deep breath in. You got this. You had to.
You knew you had time to kill while you waited to hear from Carlos. It couldn’t be right away, that would look too unnatural if you made a beeline past too many priceless works of art. So, not begrudgingly, you strolled through the galleries, admiring the timeless art, feeling inspired, excited, the sun streaming in through the glass ceilings of some of the halls.
It was mostly quiet, the murmur of people surrounding you, discussing what they were looking at, the occasional kid running by. As much of an admirer you were, you could feel the adrenaline coursing through your arms and hands, dying to get started. But, as Carlos taught you well, patience was a virtue, and if you rushed things, it could get bad, and fast.
After a lap, which lasted close to an hour, you sat on a bench in the west wing. You knew this was close to where you needed to be, and it would be easier to stay close in case the window of opportunity arose when you weren’t expecting it, which was typical.
You toyed around with a pamphlet you had picked up near the entrance, still keeping an eye out for any employee, or any guard, which would be out of place at this time. It was nearing 5:30 now, and they were going to be closing in 30 minutes. Your heart rate quickened at that thought, knowing they were going to be sending employees to do loops and tell people their time was being cut short. You slowly straightened your posture, trying not to look too alert, trying to calm down–
“--in, come in. Connected to base, CCTV footage overrode, stations manned.” You heard Carlos’ crackly voice through your in-ear, and you slumped backward, relieved.
“Copy.” You kept your voice low and mouth movements to a minimum. “I assume you know where I’m at.”
“Bench in the back left of the west wing. The duct room is also being watched. It has been looking clear for the last ten minutes, give me another five to make sure, then I will give you instructions.”
You gave a slight nod, knowing he could see you. You kept up your previous charades, reading the same script for the fifth time on the pamphlet, people watching, and employee watching. The next five minutes took way too long.
“Get up slowly and walk along the wall to the left. Someone is coming down the hallway telling people there is 20 minutes to closing. Let him pass you, acknowledge what he said, and let him get about 20 feet ahead.” You shifted in your seat, pushing yourself up. Taking another look at the paintings hung on the walls, you realized as you approached– this was the one you were meant to take. You were so tempted to stand here and look at it, but you didn’t want to draw a suspicious coincidence in the mind of the employee who would see you standing in front of it. One glance later, and you moved on.
“Excuse me,” A soft voice spoke from behind you. You turned around, and acted surprised. A short man with dark hair had a friendly smile on. “The gallery will be closing in 20 minutes, just a heads up.” You nodded a thank you, and promised to move on swiftly.
“Ten seconds, then when you walk through the aisle in between the columns, there’s a hallway to the left. You’ll have a really small window to duck into the door on the left side and wait while I override the door code.”
“Code?!” You whisper-shouted, taking care to keep your voice low. “This should have been something you told me earlier.”
“Don’t worry, I have access to it and can let you in. It will only take one more second, but you have to be quick with this door, you know that.” You sighed, knowing he was right. Your steps were quiet, but firm, and you caught sight of the small hallway he was talking about. “There’s no one behind you, but we can’t guarantee that’s permanent.” Oh, yes, you knew that was the truth. You wanted to turn around, but fought against it, not wanting to catch anyone’s eye.
Step, breath, step… “Go, now, hurry.” You careened quickly to the left into the hallway, knowing anyone would notice you if they walked by. “Two seconds…” Carlos configured the software to the door’s electronic lock as you approached and stood there, heart hammering. You pulled your sleeve over your hand. You heard the click. “You’re in, move.” You pushed down on the door handle with your sleeved hand and creeped into the room, wasting no time in shutting the door. You waited for the command before you moved. “You made it blindly. No one noticed you.” You sighed gently. “To your left, there's a switch. Flip the one in the middle. It’s the nightlight.”
You did as told, relaxing slightly now that you could see. The room looked exactly as expected. It was more of a closet, really. There was an electric panel on the wall opposite the door, a rack of cleaning supplies to the right, and in the left corner across from you, a large duct sock extending from a fixture that was taller than you. You had no idea where it led to, as it disappeared up into the ceiling, but you had a feeling that’s where you were destined to spend the next handful of hours.
You took your time inspecting the room, knowing there was going to be nothing quick about this next step. Behind the large fixture that filtered the air and sent it through the duct, there was a small passageway blocked by a vent grate. Carlos had told you vis in-ear to unscrew the large grate and tuck yourself in there. At least it was right next to the cooling system, and you could shed some layers. It would get hot, and quickly, in there.
Time ticked by slower than ever as you were stretched out in the vent, now loose from your jeans and sweatshirt. Your bodysuit was keeping you cool, and you managed your breathing whenever you remembered so you would be able to keep your core temperature as stable as possible. You ran over the plan once, twice, a thousand times, and maybe even drifted off once or twice, by the time you heard Carlos’ voice again, sounding angelic after all this time.
“Hey, you awake in there?” His soft, crackled voice sounded through your brain.
“As ever. What’s the time?” You whispered back, shocked at how far the smallest vocal sound carried through the metal tube.
“Close to 11PM. We have to get moving soon.” You nodded, knowing he couldn’t see you.
“Can I push this thing open? Can someone hear me from here?”
“Give me two seconds, I need to make sure I can disable central control of the cameras so no one else watching security can see. We don’t need any unnecessary backup here.” You let Carlos do his thing from base, and tried your best to stretch your limbs getting ready to move. “Okay, this will take a few minutes, but in thirty seconds, the rotation from west wing to foyer is going to start. Countdown, then crawl out as carefully as possible.”
Breathing steadily, countdown rapidly ticking in your head, you started at thirty, gripping the grate as much as you could once you hit one, and pushed outwards. You had managed to click the metal back in place behind you once you crawled in, but it wasn’t the most subtle sound. Now, it counted even more that it was timed right.
With a solid shove and a louder than you expected click (and a wince), and shimmied your way out of the vent, placing the metal onto the ground with the slowness of a turtle. You had no idea if anyone was going to open the door to this right now, so you just had to trust that the silence from Carlos meant that nothing was about to go wrong.
You stood up, sighing deeply when you could finally stretch out before getting to move for the first time in nearly 6 hours. The spandex of your bodysuit contoured with your body, and you felt unrestrained as you stretched out, ready to be as light on your feet as possible. There was a small holster on your thigh, where a retractable baton was strapped in tight, and one around your waist, holding onto three tiny knives– stainless steel– the closest thing that would get you through the detectors without being flagged. Fingers crossed they wouldn't need to be used.
“The rotation just finished, so in about ten more minutes, our window will open for you to come out and stay hidden. Remember where all the sculptures are layed out?”
“Yeah, I do.” You continued to stretch through Carlos’ words. “I’m ducking out of here at your command, softly shutting the door. I come quietly to the opening of the hallway and duck out to the right, hide behind a column and stay low.” You recited again, and heard Carlos give a hum of approval.
“Just hang tight for now, I’ll let you know when you need to start moving. Security override is almost done. Remember, they’re gonna try and reboot the system immediately, which will take another minimum five minutes, max ten. Be light on your feet, move fast.”
You steadied your breathing once again, flexing everything in your body to make sure you were adequately stretched out and ready for action. You had never felt more so.
“Exit the room in twenty seconds. Start counting.”
You pounced on your feet at the sound of Carlos’ voice after a few minutes, gloves on your hands (which had also been hidden in a pocket of the bodysuit), and gripped the handle, counting just to the pace you had been trained to.
“Move.”
You and Carlos reached the countdown at the same time, and you pressed the metal handle down and inched the door open, swiftly, but not enough to cause the hinges to make noise. You slithered out, and once you had the door shut again without a sound, you dropped down onto your knees, walking in a crouch to the entrance of the gallery.
You were hidden immediately by a column. You peeked out, knowing there wouldn’t be a guard in the aisle but checking anyway, and waddled over to the next column, feeling your heart rate increase with every step. Peeking around, you spotted the guard, who was walking slowly towards the middle of the west wing. He had his hands by his sides, gun holstered on his hip. Not much more than an average cop’s bulletproof vest on his body.
You waited for him to reach the center and do a lazy turn, back towards you, to run to the next column. Time was ticking, but as long as he stayed right where he was, you would be able to secure this artwork and disappear.
You reached the next column, and the next, all the while the guard was still turned, and you ducked back whenever he did a mandatory sweep of the area behind him. You could see the painting you needed from your current position. If Carlos had it under control, he could stifle the alarm system at the very second you used one of the knives to cut the cords and rip it from his ceiling holsters. You could tell on your first walk by this afternoon that it was nothing more than a heavy fishing wire, and it could be done soundlessly.
One more column, and you could see the guard from your hunched over position. You were pretty well hidden behind the column itself and a sculpture sat in front, and slightly to the left of it. You heard him sniffle, and shift his weight again before turning around, and crouch-running to the column that sat just to the right of the painting. This was it.
You had your head parked solidly right behind the column, watching the guard. He was still facing you, looking up at the ceiling, down all the obvious passageways, and then he turned. It was now or never.
You creeped forward, hand over the knife on your holster, ready to slice through the cord on the wall. You were waiting for Carlos’ sign that the alarms had been disabled. Nothing, but you had no time to wait. You had to try it.
You pulled the knife from the holster and pushed the blade out, gloved hand gripping the frame, and in two swift movements, the wires giving a slight shing with the cut, it was loose, no alarms, and you dropped back to the ground and ran.
Taking the same caution on the way back as you did on the way over, you stopped at columns to watch the guards, and by the tell-tale sign of him stalking forward once, you knew the rotation was about to happen.
You grew closer and closer back to the duct room; through the vents as your only way out.
Taking the opportunity of no guard in the hall, you went as fast as you could in a crouch, seeing the opening for the hallway mere feet away. It was home free. Another job done.
Still in the clear, your heart hammering, you dove forward into the hallway, not wasting anymore time. You reached the hallway, turned the corner, and found yourself staring straight into the barrel of a gun.
Stopping short, nearly screaming out, you could only stare as you tried to identify the person behind it. You couldn’t move, your limbs were frozen in place. You could not hear Carlos, you didn’t even know if he saw you cut the line. He had the alarms disabled, clearly, but where was he? And who was this man?
You couldn’t see the bottom half of his face. Behind the large gun he had pointed at you, he had a black neck gaiter covering from his nose down. His eyes were hard, eyebrows deeply furrowed, they looked blue in the dim light. His blonde hair was pushed off his forehead, stiff with gel. He was covered neck to feet in gear, a large, bulletproof vest and cargo pants, not another inch of skin showing. He was crouching to your height. Clearly, he knew you would be coming back here. What the fuck was going on?
He tilted his head in a mocking gesture at you, making fun of your momentary stupidity. You wanted to fight, but you knew better. If you drew attention now, you would be vastly overpowered very quickly.
“Looking for an easy escape?” His voice was deep and husky, and for a moment you thought this was someone on your team. But no, they were told strictly to stay outside under all circumstances. This was not someone trying to help you. He was trying to capture you.
“Who are you?” You whispered, praying that Carlos was listening, feeling more panicked that you couldn’t hear him.
He shook his head. He was not in the mood to be courteous. “Go to the door behind me to my left. If you make noise, I’ll kill you. If you fight, I’ll kill you. Go,”
Your breath hitched, you could fight him with a knife, but with the barrel aimed straight for your brain, it was no use trying right now. You needed a plan, and quick. But for now, you had to obey.
Your legs felt like jelly as you stayed low and walked over to the door, the stranger backing up and keeping his gun trained on you the whole time. When you approached it, you stood up, looking back at him. He nudged his gun forward in a go in gesture, and with a deep breath, you quietly pushed the handle downwards and walked in.
This was not the duct room, which was the door on the other side of the hallway. Why had you not seen this door, why did Carlos also not seem to know about this door? When you walked in, you for real almost choked this time, it was the goddamn control room. The very one that Carlos had overridden to let you get into the museum after hours in the first place. Oh, you were fucked.
“You thought you had it all planned, huh? I’ve been sitting here this whole goddamn time watching you. I saw you walk in, I saw you sit down, I saw you go into the hallway, I was waiting for you.” Your stomach ran cold, not knowing what to do now. Carlos was MIA. He surely must be frantic. Was he going to send the team in?
You were staring straight ahead at the vast array of monitors, way more than Carlos had. Every inch of the museum was being watched. You saw the screen with the duct room hallway. It was in the rightmost corner. The control room door was hidden from this angle. This room had been scrubbed from blueprints. You would have seen it, you know it.
The chair in front of you was pushed out, most likely from this man standing up to meet you when you returned. A coat, issued with the museum’s logo, was draped over the chair. You could see a nametag pinned to the front. Leon S. Kennedy. That name did not sound familiar.
You squeaked out when the barrel of the gun hit you square in between the shoulder blades. “Your buddies can’t save you now, you know. Next time they try to do this, they’ll have to do more than just some book research.”
You took a steady breath, urging yourself to sound more collected than you felt. “Don’t act so high and mighty, Leon Kennedy.”
He scoffed. “Don’t act so fucking smart because you know how to read.” He used his gun once more to push your shoulder so you could spin around and face him. You could only stare as he maintained his composure. His eyes were not softening up. “Did you think you could be in and out with this one? Just like all the others?” You tried to fight it, but you felt your face scrunch in confusion. How does he know about the others? He made another sound, like a laugh, and you could almost see the outline of his cocky smile underneath his mask. “Don’t act like you stayed off of anyone’s radar. Your little fence isn’t exactly a low profile criminal in the underground market.” Your stomach sank. He knew about Carlos. He knew about the whole ring, he had been watching you!
“This was… Is this even a real job?” You spat out, feeling more and more of a struggle to breathe.
Finally, Leon put down his gun. He knew he had you under his fingers. He crossed one more step to get in your face, looking down at you. “Like I said… Your buddies need to be more careful with what they decide to take on.” He muttered at you.
Something clicked inside of you. It was a life or death situation, and there were no more good outcomes. With the swiftness of air, you shot your right hand up, connecting your fist with the side of Leon’s jaw. It caught him off guard, but it did no more than knock him back a couple of steps. That was a hard jaw.
You used those two seconds to your advantage as you sprung forward, using the chair behind you as leverage as you kicked into his chest with both feet, sending him flying backwards, knocking the gun loose from his grip. He almost fully lost his balance, and you rocketed forward, finishing him off and wanting to send him straight to the floor.
It seems, though, you underestimated how well trained this man might be. He never hit the floor, and from the second you sent him reeling backwards, he was already connecting the distance between you two again, and he ducked when you sent another leg flying at him. He hooked your other leg in his grip, turning you over and forcing you to fall to the floor on your back, effectively rendering your lungs useless.
You gasped for air, finding the strength to fight back, and before he could unlatch himself from the leg he had a grip on, you tightened your other around his throat, tucking his neck right under your knee, and you squeezed hard.
Finding air again, and still keeping Leon in a chokehold, you pushed yourself up, and rolled the both of you over, so you were now essentially sitting on top of him, pushing his body into the ground as you kept him senseless. The dominance didn’t last long, as he pushed himself up, slamming you, once again, into the ground, loosening your leg, and escaping.
Your attempts at punches were meek, and he gripped both of your wrists in his hands and pinned them down; it was useless. It was over. During the altercation, most likely while he was being choked out, his gaiter slipped down, now wrapped around his neck. The rest of his features match the top half, and god dammit why did you have to make enemies with a man who looks like he should be on display in this very place?
“You should stop trying to fight me.” He grumbled from over you. You knew he had the upper hand now, definitely physically, but you weren’t going to stop.
“And just accept defeat? Accept whatever is going to happen next?” Despite knowing it would be useless, you attempted to break free from Leon’s grip anyway. It resulted in a tighter grasp around your wrists, and you winced. “What do you want from me? You set this up just to catch me. But you’re on the inside, too. You can’t nail us without incriminating yourself.”
If it was even possible, his face hardened further. He lowered his body to bring his face inches from yours, and you found yourself not turning away from his gaze.
“Maybe that’s just not what I’m after.”
The sentence brought your mind to a complete blank. What else could he be after? If he was employed by the museum you were currently trying to steal a painting from and sell it for thousands, shouldn’t he want to take you down to protect the art? Wouldn’t he want to put you and your team in jail for the crimes you all have committed?
“So, what? You just wanted to take me down? Try and make me fail? To prove something to yourself?” You were desperate at this point to hear something from Carlos, and the more time went by, you were sure Leon must have done something to the connection. Since he already knows… “Why can’t I hear my team?” You barked at him.
He quirked a cocky grin once again. “I don’t need you calling for unnecessary help. I’ve got it taken care of.” With one harsh movement, he adjusted both of your wrists so they were being held by his left hand. He then used his right to rip the in-ear out, making you cry out when the tape was torn from behind your ear. He kept tugging the cord until the tiny transmitter, which was clipped to the inside of your bodysuit, just below your shoulder, was out in the open, and tossed it aside. He was putting increasing pressure on your wrists, and you couldn't help but writhe.
“Let me go, I don’t get why you’re doing this.” You started a struggle again, but he shut it down swiftly. “Why me, Leon, why us? Surely we can’t be the only underground heist group within the vicinity, surely someone else must have tried to break in here.”
Leon stared at you for a moment from his place above you. His expression gave nothing away about his thoughts, and it was aggravating you endlessly. He thought he was all that. You were pissed off, because you also felt like that was true. He did manage to fumble your route and tackle you and cut you off from comms. Asshole.
He lifted himself off of you slowly, and you felt the pressure around your wrists disappear. He was straddling you now, his large legs encapsulating you on both sides, his arms looked massive from this angle. His vest was littered with utility pouches, and you weren't sure you wanted to find out what was in them. The gaiter was slack around his neck, and you felt so tiny, submissive, and rapidly heating up under his half lidded gaze. You can’t believe you went over his employee profile. You would have remembered a face like his.
“You’re right. You are not alone in this ring of underground syndicates, frankly, not even the first to have been here. I took on a few of them. I’m not actively working to destroy the network that you work out of, I’m just doing my job. Why should I let thieves get away with it just because they’re good at what they do?” You stared at him as he spoke. You couldn't believe how much information he truly had, and how much more he would surely not reveal to you. “I didn’t care about the other bunch, they were all dirty criminals doing it for the money with no real talent and no morals, so, fuck them, I’ll bust them when they step into my territory.” He lowered himself again, and now he was holding himself above you, arms on either side of your head. He was staring straight down into your eyes. “But then you appeared on my radar. I was surprised to see a woman in this line of business. That’s not common. I had to watch you closely. Maybe my own ignorance made me think that you would be out of play quicker than you even started, but when I discovered you had taken down two men larger than me and turned around a chokehold that surely would have killed you, I couldn't help but be impressed.”
You couldn't stop the scoff that escaped your lips. “Fuck you. You don’t know what I’m capable of. I worked my way up to where I am now.” Your sentence was cut short when he placed a rough hand on your chin, holding it in his palm.
“Shut up.” You ground your jaw, holding back snarky comments that would put you in a worse position. His demeaning command twisted your stomach in an unfamiliar way. “When I noticed your skill, as you needed to throw in there before I finished, I saw a challenge. I couldn’t just let it go.”
No words came out of your mouth right away, still trying to process his. You shook your head in confusion. “Challenge?”
“I like a woman that can put up a fight.” Leon said nothing more, daring you to stay something in retaliation. You kept your mouth shut, unsure of what kind of response you should even give. You squinted your eyes at him, but he didn't falter.
“What kind of job even is this?” His grin grew. The anger and frustration mixed with something foreign in your stomach. You curled your toes instinctively at this feeling. “Setting me up for failure just to wrestle me so you can get a workout?”
He shook his head slightly, that glint in his eyes not fading. “It’s not all about me, you know. You’re my challenge right now, yes, but I see something in you. I want you on my side.”
“Your side? Are there sides to be had here?”
“Sure there is,” His voice dropped to a low whisper now. You realized in that moment how quiet the room was. After the altercation the two of you had, you concluded it must be soundproof. There would have been a guard here by now. “You can fight. You're a spy. You’re practically invisible. That would be so useful to me. With me. I can give you that, you won’t have to worry about the inevitable end of this.”
You finally brought your hands down by your sides, and he didn’t move to stop you. “Here? You want to offer me the occasional chance of action from the museum?”
“You said it yourself.” His gaze hardened once more, and you suddenly remembered how harsh he was towards you five minutes ago. “I’m on the inside. I’m just as dirty as you guys are.” You stared, fighting the urge to gape your mouth. Someone on the inside, working right under everyone’s nose? “With me, I can make sure you’ll never face the threat of being shut down. Thrown in jail for years, for life. Carlos can’t do that.” You felt a twist at the mention of Carlos’ name, hoping he was alright.
You hated yourself for even letting that thought flick across your mind momentarily. You and Carlos were a team, he taught you everything, yes, but he had no other ‘ins’ in the world to protect you from the law. You were on your own in the field. He just directed you.
Leon had the connections. Leon worked with them. There was a chance that he really could keep you safe.
“What’s…” You grit your teeth, and swallowed hard, hating this position. “What’s in it for me? I’d be losing what I worked for the last few years. Just to be under your belt now.”
He shook his head. “You’re not losing. You’re gaining.” He came dangerously close to your face, yet again, you didn't move away. “Trust me.”
With nothing left to say to him, your body only had one way to react. You quickly hooked your left arm around Leon's neck, holding him in close, and using all the weight you could muster to flip positions with him. You could see in his face he was almost expecting this from you, yet he let it happen, and didn’t fight it.
He let out a grunt as his back hit the ground, knowing his vest took most of the impact. You were now successfully above him, in between his spread legs, his arms splayed out on the sides. The arm that had been used as leverage around his neck was now holding you up, the other was poised threateningly at his collarbone, as if you were going to choke him at any second.
But now, over him, though you felt triumph, you were at a loss for words again, still so muddled about the situation. Leon let the arrogant smile take over his features.
“We’d make a great pair, don’t you think?”
A million emotions surged through your veins, making it even harder to focus, to find the right thing to say or do. The way he was looking up at you, those eyes, that face, you wanted to collapse and give it to what he was saying, but you would be damned if you gave in to any sort of manipulation from him. The job was already fucked. There was no money. It was a setup just to get you into his lair… for a lack of better word. He seemed to know the ins and outs of this building, yet, he was working underground for the same reasons, presumably, as you were.
Fuck it, it doesn’t matter. There’s no job. You wouldn’t leave Carlos behind, but couldn’t you pretend?
Your hand gripped the collar of his shirt. “What’s the negotiation?” You mumbled. You tried your best to keep the intimidating look in your eye, but you were afraid Leon never even saw it in the first place.
He breathed out a small laugh. It infuriated you, but sent a chill down your spine. “Can’t we worry about the price later?”
You sighed, and pushed yourself off of him using his body to boost you. He grunted. On your knees now, you said, “You did all of this to get me to work with you and you won’t even tell me what your prices are?”
He followed your lead, and pushed himself off the floor with ease. He was now sitting up, staring you directly in the eye. “I’ve got a different asking price right now.” His voice became low, and you stiffened. It wasn’t every day on the field that you were met with a master tempter. Leon knew what he was doing now, and it all started to make sense to you. Regardless of if he really wanted you on his team or not, he kept an eye on you for weeks, months potentially, he brought you in here for one reason, and maybe one reason only.
“What makes you so sure I’ll accept?” You whispered, not able to find the courage anymore to speak properly.
“I think I just know. Am I wrong?” He stared deep into your eyes, yet another challenge. The challenges never seemed to end with him.
And, despite everything, you knew he wasn’t. You could feel it inside of you, he was right. You were about to accept his not-so-professional asking price, and you wanted to hate yourself for even giving in, but you couldn’t. You just couldn’t feel anything except eagerness.
You breathed in shakily, frozen in your spot, wanting him to do something first, but he was just letting you fall apart slowly under his gaze, most likely enjoying watching your reaction to a simple stare. You ground your jaw together, resorting to only shaking your head. “Cocky bastard.”
He laughed out loud once. “You got that right.”
It seemed he had it now, not giving you time to start anything that you couldn’t move to do. With a solid palm, he pushed backwards onto your chest, sending you into the floor again. You caught yourself with your forearms and could only stare up at him as he towered over you on his knees, looking more intimidating than he did with a gun pointed at your face.
Leon brought one of his hands down to raid your holders strapped around your waist, pulling the knives free and flipping one open. Your breath caught for a second when he brought it to your neck, but then released even more unsteadily when he gripped your collar in the other hand and tore the blade through the spandex fabric of your bodysuit.
You gasped when the air hit your skin, shielded by the temperature regulating fabric, feeling more exposed than you ever had on a mission before. Of course, you figured, you decided a long time ago that the most comfortable way to don the bodysuit was with as little resistance as possible, so as soon as Leon tore the fabric apart from the middle, yourbare chest was on display for him. You felt heat run through your body, from embarrassment and the arousal that you couldn’t stop.
If it was even possible, his eyes grew darker with emotion previously undetected, and his grip on the bodysuit fragments that he was holding onto tightened endlessly, still tugging them off your body as far as they could go.
He let go, your sleeves still intact, nipples hardening, before continuing to tear it apart lower, until you felt the crotch seams rip right under you, and as shocked by his actions as you were, you were doing nothing to stop it. You tried to tell yourself you wanted to stop him, but you knew yourself better than that by now. He would have been on the ground before he could have even held the knife to your throat.
If he was a mind reader, it wouldn’t have shocked you to find that out anymore. “Just gonna lay there and let me do this to you? Maybe I overestimated your skill.”
It was one thing to be flayed out by someone you didn’t know, another to be held at gunpoint during a mission, but an entirely different field to be insulted by the person who performed all said acts.
“You don’t know anything about my skill. I guess saying you’ve been watching me was a lie.” You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, not even caring about your physical state anymore. Using your left arm, you sat further up, pushing Leon backwards with your right, and delivered him right onto his ass. “You think I can’t take charge of a situation?”
He looked up at you, not ready to physically retaliate. “I think you can, only when the person is letting you do so.”
You grabbed a hold of the gaiter still slung around his neck, and suddenly you were inches away from him. “I’m not letting you make me think that you’re allowing me to do anything. If watching me wasn’t a lie, you’d know I’m a lot more capable than what I’ve just let you do.”
He tilted his head sideways, clearly liking the new lack of distance between the two of you. “Then prove it.”
You decided to make a bold move. Repositioning your legs so you were now on top of him, you dropped yourself to sit right in his lap, feeling exactly what you were expecting. He groaned, finally not expecting something from you, and with a victorious smile, you fell lower, grinding into his erection with all your body weight. His hands instinctively went to claw at your thighs, the grip so tight it almost stopped you from moving, and his breathing became ragged.
“You give this treatment to every criminal that breaks into here?”
Leon laughed through the breaths. “I never get to them first to do this.” As you continued to gyrate on his lap, his eyes fell shut and his head rolled back, thumping on the wall behind him. His hands snaked up your legs, fingers toying the edges of the ripped fabric of his doing, and he pulled it further, trying to unsheath you as much as he could.
“Then allow me to make sure the rest of your criminals are forgettable.” You snaked your arms around his torso, letting him pull you loose from the sleeves of your bodysuit. Now free, you kept your grip firmly on his biceps, your own body weakening at the realization of how strong they felt.
As badly as you wanted to free them, as badly as you wanted to see him underneath his armor, you wanted to see it when he took you. You needed to look up at his gear and see his hardened face, the strong bodyguard who made you submit.
He continued with his deep groans the more you ground down on his hard cock, and you could feel it yourself through his pants. Leon’s efforts made it so you had barely anything protecting you, and all that stood in the way were his thick pants. You wanted to free him from his constraints, but you wanted to be a tease about it.
“I hope you had a plan for this, because I’m not obeying someone who wanted to kill me.” You had yourself steady by gripping his knees with your hands, leaning back, his eyes never peeled away from your breasts, out in the open.
He took a hand and placed it over your hip, large and warm, and it sent a wave of heat straight to your core, sure you were wet through your panties now.
“So now you want me to take charge, after going on about your own strengths, huh…” He squeezed his hand over your hip, and it made you squirm.
You basically hopped up and slammed yourself down on his lap, just wanting to make him suffer. “You’ll do what I say, and we’ll see who's listening to orders.” Your motion had made him whine as predicted, and you carefully studied his face as it was scrunched up, mostly in pleasure, probably some in pain.
“Then what?” He half whispered out at you. “Tell me what to do, then.” His hands made their way up to your chest, squeezing delicately, but enough to arch your back into his touch. His other was seated on your thigh, the pressure of his fingertips increasing by the second.
You leaned in close to him, inches away, enough to taste him if you so pleased, but you waited. “Why don’t you treat me like the criminal I am?”
A shudder visibly flowed through his body at your words, the back of his head hit the wall again. The hand on your thigh was now on your throat, not tightening just yet, but with enough sturdiness to keep you in your place. Your whole body was on the move now as Leon shifted his weight, and once again, you found yourself with your back on the floor, staring up at him towering over you. Though you had already been aware of it, your nakedness became prominent in this moment, realizing Leon’s neck and face were all you could see of his skin.
“Don’t think I’ll be gentle then,” He barked out at you, having shaken off the pleasure from you grinding down on him.
You smirked, watching him finally take his gloves off, having nothing to say, but only (oddly) excited about the new course of action. He stopped bothering with trying to get the rest of your clothes off, having opened up enough room for him to work in. You thought he was most definitely either going to push your panties aside for access or cut them off, and as turned on as you knew you would be if he did the latter, you still had to leave this place after this.
“Take my belt off.” He was rigid after flinging his gloves aside, giving you orders to obey. Keeping your back square on the ground, raising only your arms, your fingers worked swiftly to undo the belt buckle, pulling the leather through the metal and setting it free. You looked up into his eyes, which were boring holes into you, and when he made no other movement, you continued to his button and zipper.
When your hand made contact with the fabric you saw the jump his cock made at the friction, even barely there. He let out a soft, shaky breath at you working it open, never losing his composure. The rigid tent right in front of your face was long and thick, and you had to get your hands on it faster than yours could work themselves.
Finally undone, you pushed the opening aside and pulled down the elastic band of his underwear, his facial expression never changing, up until you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick, now out in the open, and he groaned. He wrapped one of his own hands around your wrist, a plea not to move it, but you ignored it, and brought yourself to a sitting position so his head was lined up with the tip of your tongue.
“You want to suck it too, like a whore?” Leon’s other hand found solace in the back of your head, fingers tangling up your hair to get a steady grip. The pull made you wince, but you silenced the feeling by running your flat tongue along the underside of his dick, swiping along the head and letting the precum sit in your mouth.
A deep sigh was the result of your actions, and everything he did only egged you on. You felt him adding force to your head to move, but again, moved at your own pace, letting your tongue trace the indents and veins, letting your hand massage the base while your other was on the floor, holding you upright.
The anticipation alone of this moment could have filled your mouth with saliva, and the throbbing cock in front of you only added to help it. You opened your wet mouth and seated your lips around the tip, feeling that push on the back of your head again. Your tongue swirled endlessly, dragging up and down the slit, pushing more of the precum to the back of your throat, and finally, when you decided you had had enough, you slid his length as far back as you could go, a heavy breath coming from above you when you bottomed out.
His grip on your hair became shaky, and his breathing never righted again the more you took him into your mouth, bringing him closer to orgasm. The friction lightened up with your saliva around the base, your hand becoming covered in it, the sickening sucking noises sending sparks straight down to your pussy, which was begging to be touched, but you had to push Leon to the edge first.
You could feel his legs starting to buckle, but you pushed on, knowing he would stop you before he could cum in your mouth. As much as you wanted to bring him to that, you wanted to be pleasured by him first.
With one more deepthroat, stifling a gag and feeling his hand lift from your hair, he pulled himself out of your mouth, strings of saliva connecting his head to your lips.
He took a deep breath in, looking down at you, almost spent but so much more to give.
With no warning, his hand was back on your throat, pushing you backwards into the floor once more. This time, the pressure was enough to constrict your breathing slightly, and you wrapped a hand around his thick forearm.
“You weren’t getting off the hook that easily,” Even with the breathiness he was speaking through, his face still showed all the authoritative attitude that he had in the first five minutes of your encounter. At this angle, the shadows on his face made him even scarier, but you felt nothing except turned on by him. Strands of gelled hair fell forward onto his forehead, a glisten of sweat decorated his skin.
“Maybe this was your plan the whole time,” He continued, the hand on your throat not allowing you to speak, but giving you enough air to be satisfied. Your breath hitched when you felt him pull your panties to the side, and deliver a rough sensation to your sensitive clit. “You knew the treatment you’d get by crossing me.”
One finger, then two, and surely your slick was in a pool on the floor by now. His appendages had no resistance as they slid in and out of you, hitting your soft walls, arching your hips to get more and more, but he had you at bay, and he knew it.
“You like this, huh?” Leon brought himself closer to your face, lips just a hair away from yours, but he wouldn’t kiss you. “You like being treated like a slut?” You took another restricted breath in when he returned to your clit, massaging it in circles, making your pussy ache even more. “Answer me.”
A choked out sob came out of you before, “Yes, I do…” and you felt your face heating up at the force of making you degrade yourself.
“Yeah, I can tell, you’re so wet I should’ve just fucked you the moment I caught you.” He was growling at you now, and it did nothing but send you into pure bliss at his treatment. “Maybe you’ll learn another lesson or two, one they could never teach you.”
Between the stimulation on your clit and the hand on your throat, a tear slipped out of your eye, but you were anything but dissatisfied. He raised himself, removed his hand (much to your displeasure), and readjusted himself, cock lined up square with your heat.
“Open your mouth.” You did as you were told, and he spit directly into your open mouth, and at the distraction of that, he slid into you.
Your jaw hung slack as he made his way in, you could feel the way his cock was stretching your walls wide, your pussy was so wet it made it easier than you were expecting it to be. Your eyes rolled back, not being able to help the way your eyelids fluttered closed, eyebrows furrowing, fingernails surely cutting Leon’s skin through his sleeves where you gripped him hard.
The stretch was immaculate, it burned and it felt like you were on fire, but none of it made you want to tell him to stop. Skin to skin contact was made on your clit when he was all the way in, you felt so full you could barely breathe, and your clit was sending rocket fire signals to your brain, it made you writhe with the sensations.
You gasped, the drag out feeling just as good as the shove in, and you cried out through the constriction around your throat, “Leon… fuck,”
Leon grunted at your appraisal, you felt the fingers over your neck twitch, knowing he was holding himself back from using all the strength he had in his one hand. You tried your hardest to pry your eyes open, you needed to see him.
“You’re such a slut, letting yourself get fucked to get out of trouble,” He spit out at you in between hard thrusts and heavy breathing. You practically felt the tip of his dick hit your stomach every time he thrust in, and from the sounds alone, you knew it had you soaked. You already knew he was a big man, but watching him in his bulletproof gear had you even weaker than you were before, this big heavy guard taking advantage of you, using you, and you loved it.
Your legs wrapped around his torso, hoisting your hips up to feel more, get him deeper, if it was even possible.
You could barely even breathe, every move that Leon made inside of you made your head spin, every noise he made turned you to jelly, every thrust had you whining so hard you were sure you were going to lose your voice.
The pressure on your throat lifted, and the sharp intake of cold air down your windpipes made you dizzy. Opening your eyes, Leon was now back to his position on his knees, still fully sheathed inside of you, and with a slick motion, and the wettest sounds you had ever heard from yourself, he slid out, leaving you empty.
You didn’t even have time to process the movement before Leon had his hand on your arms and was turning you over, bare chest to the cold floor, and you unintentionally shuddered. Using your arms to the best of your ability to hold yourself up, you felt them shake violently, and knew they would give out any time soon.
Looking up, you saw Leon reach forward and pull his discarded jacket down from the back of the chair, sliding it under your head, and pressing you back down by the nape of your neck. You couldn’t help but moan.
Strong hands settled on your hips, and you had to bite the material under you to muffle the scream as Leon pushed himself back into you, every nerve on fire as he hit the deepest spots you didn’t know existed. This time, he was relentless, like he promised.
You could barely hear him through your own screaming and whining.
“Take it like a whore, I know you can…” A slap to your ass, more tears from your eyes. “Fuck, so good, you’ll learn now…” Hands in your hair, pulling your head up. “I’m gonna fill you up, like a fucking slut,”
Barely processing anymore, your head a mess and eyes full of tears, you only registered the small change when you felt his arm around your waist, fingers teasing circles into your clit while still pounding into your pussy, still getting wetter by the second. The new feeling had your legs spreading wider for him, further weakening you, your thighs shaking with a strong timber you know no man had ever given you before.
“L-Leon…” It didn’t even sound like words anymore at this point, but Leon got the idea. He pressed harder into the soft nub, making you bite back into his jacket and moan loudly.
“Come on, I know you can cum for me,” Two more thrusts had him in, and you felt the shaft of his cock pulsing erratically inside of you as he released his seed in you, not waiting for you to say he could or not, but knowing he was going to anyway.
The feeling of being filled to the brink was what send you over the edge, his fingers still making work and his dick milking itself dry inside of your tight walls had you clenching around it, ragged breaths taking your body hostage as white flashed before your eyelids, and Leon knew he had made you finish, especially in the way your body crumpled underneath him.
Swallowing hard, your throat dry, you slowly came back to reality, and your vision cleared. You felt hands on your waist, slowly rolling you over to lay on your back.
Leon was positioned over you, edge in his eyes long gone, face shiny and slick from sweating, all his hair nearly limp over his face. He looked like a completely different person.
“Are you alright?” Still not knowing if you can speak, you nodded, letting your mouth re-salivate. He pinched your chin delicately between his forefinger and thumb, moving your head to the side to expose your neck. “If I bruised you, I didn’t mean to.”
You shook your head. “It will give me something to cover my disappearance with.” You had no idea how long it had been, but with no contact to Carlos back at base, you wouldn’t be surprised if your entire team flanked the building at this very second to rescue you. Now how to get out with an entirely ripped bodysuit…
“Consider my offer.” Leon mumbled, clear enough to hear, but low enough to hear his exertion. “I was serious.”
You blinked slowly at him, not seeing his expression change at his offer. “If I accept, I’m not a criminal you’ll have to put in place anymore.”
At this, he smiled, and dipped his head down to kiss you again, possibly one of the only times he had that night.
“Honey,” He pulled away. “You’ll always be a criminal.”
cw fem!reader, pussywhipped leon, dumbification, implied cum eating + oral, thigh riding, slight breeding. minors do not interact
re2 leon
leon swears you’re going to the death of him.
at least that’s how it feels when you straddle him and shallowly fuck his tip, and only his tip, slipping him in and out over and over and over. leon swears he’s going to cum from just this. he can’t take it. not when you’re so wet and hot and tight around his sensitive head that he cries, squirming and thrashing when you squeeze around him. “don’t… don’t do that! stop… you’re g-gonna make me cum-“
another roll of your hips has his entire body going taut—abs tensed, back arched, gripping handfuls of the sheets, anything to stave off the oncoming orgasm he feels burning in his tummy. it’s tempting to thrust his hips; he knows he’d slip in easily, you’re so slicked that it would only take one thrust to have him completely buried inside your perfect cunt. but he knows if he did you’d punish him—leave him like this, hard and aching and untouched. he doesn’t want to risk that.
“c-c’mon…” he tries to sound assertive but it comes out as whiny instead. “wanna be inside you, baby… n-need more of this pussy.”
“tell me it’s mine first. tell me this cock is all mine,” you say.
leon’s brows knit together in genuine confusion. what? of course you know he belongs to you, that he’s obsessed with you—pussywhipped. that’s what he is. that’s what you’ve made him to be, so fucking whipped for you that he can’t even cum on his own anymore; he needs to be inside you, buried balls deep with your pussy milking him for all he’s worth. it’s such an easy answer he should be able to say it without even thinking.
but his words choke in his throat when you take more of him, half of his cock now, actually leaving him speechless. it feels like his mind is mush, your cunt squeezing his tip so tight it’s rendered him fucking dumb. he's sure he looks stupid right now too, mouth opening and closing silently while you languidly bounce on half of him, unable to look away from the pretty shine that your cunt drools on his cock. his adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly and tries to form a coherent thought. “i-”
dissatisfied with his lack of answer, you slip him out completely and that’s even worse. he lets out a pained whine at the loss, weakly bucking his hips in search of your heat, but you lean back on your haunches and hover just out of reach.
fuck. the hold you have on him isn’t fair. it’s not fair how all he can do is watch as you press your cunt on his thigh, can feel how hot and aching you are too with each grind of your hips, the wet drag of you a painful reminder that he can’t have you right now, not until he answers, “whose cock is this?”
“‘s yours, all for you, no one else baby, it's your cock, i'm yours, fuck, angel i need you, need you to make me-“
leon’s jaw goes slack when you sink down and take him all at once, down to the base, tip nudging against your cervix and he cums. his eyes go crossed and hips twitch with each spurt of cum that leaks out and down his balls in a creamy mess, mumbling out a stream of thank yous as you fuck the cum out of him.
he's dazed. so fucked-out that he barely notices that you've slipped him out and shifted up his body until your pussy nudges against his chin. eyes blearily blink open and leon feels himself throbbing again at the sight of your pussy hovering inches above his mouth, glossed with his milky cum. and when you say, "clean up your mess, baby," leon is all too eager to oblige.
re4 leon
you’ve ruined leon kennedy.
because every time he pushes inside you, leon swears his mind goes completely blank. no one will ever feel as good as you do, will ever make him feel this way: drunk, dizzy, mind too syrupy to process anything but the drag of him in and out, in and out of you. but even when he can barely think, leon still fucks you the way you like, driven by pure muscle memory; slow, deep thrusts, the ones where he leaves just the tip inside, only to sink back in one smooth motion, down to the base, til your clit grinds on his pelvis. the ones that make you cry out and wrap your legs around his hips like you’re trying to trap him in and never let him go.
and he doesn’t want you to, never wants to be anywhere other than inside you like this, so so deep that when he puts a hand on your tummy and pushes down, he swears he can feel himself beneath his own palm. the pressure only makes you clench around him so tightly leon grits his teeth and lets out a hiss, hips starting to grow sloppy in their thrusts. a tell-tale sign he’s close, that he’s gonna cum.
“leon,” you pant. “i want it.”
it takes him longer than it should to process what you’re saying. but the way your thighs tighten around him and the ball of your heel digs into his lower back gives him some idea of what you want.
“w-wait… baby,” he whines. “i can’t- you gotta let me go, sweetheart-“
he tries to tell you he’s close, that he should pull out, but you lean forward to lick the drool at the corner of his mouth and then you’re kissing him. tongue meeting his own and you’re everywhere, overwhelming him, the only thing he can feel and smell and think about right now is you. it’s uncoordinated, messy, teeth accidentally clicking together while leon sucks at your tongue with a desperation that has you groaning against him. he blindly fumbles for your hands before lacing his fingers through yours, clinging to you, so hopelessly and utterly consumed by his love and want for you it feels like he’s drowning. never once does he break away, mumbling into the kiss, “‘m gonna—please, baby, i-“
“cum for me.” you don’t pull away either, instead murmuring against his lips, “cum in me, leon, wan’ it so bad. want you so bad.”
you feel rather than hear the groan he lets out as he finally cums, burying himself balls deep and shooting thick, hot spurts into you. his thrusts slow as he shallowly fucks the load you begged for deep inside you, giving you all that he has and he always will because he loves you.
Summary: In the early morning light, Leon finally decides to propose to you.
Pairing: DI!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.6k words
Warnings: Fluff, swearing
A/N: This was a cute one! Definitely took me a bit to write (thank you ADHD), but I hope you guys enjoy this cute lil tidbit :))) Title from "Iris" by The Goo Goo Dolls
Every attempt Leon had made to propose to you had fallen through, somehow. Whether it was a phone call from the DSO causing him to cancel the dinner reservation at that fancy restaurant you liked, or his own nervousness causing him to chicken out at the last second, he’d been holding onto that ring box for two months now.
It had a special home, permanently tucked away in the inside pocket of his favorite leather jacket. Every movement he made, he’d feel its curved edge press against his ribcage, its presence a reminder of a burning love he couldn’t quite manifest into words. Leon never really had a way with words when it came to being serious, preferring to decorate his own dialogue with quipping remarks or “dad jokes” that earned him more eyerolls than giggles.
Every so often, he tried to work up enough courage to ask you. A man, military trained to have nerves of steel, would stand frozen behind you. The beautiful and expensive ring, with a center stone he knew was your favorite, would teeter in his trembling fingers as he stared down your figure from behind. Leon usually ended up tucking it away in his pocket the second you would turn around, acting inconspicuous like he just hadn’t tried to propose. Then, there was the one time you turned around a bit faster than expected, and he’d quickly chucked the ring behind him to avoid detection. He spent thirty minutes on his hands and knees in the backyard trying to find it after that.
Leon’s pride kept him from reaching out to any of his friends, specifically Claire or Rebecca, for help on the matter. Surely, they’d have much better ideas than the ones he’d attempted to conjure up only to scrap them hours later, but where was the fun in that? You deserved a man, a soon-to-be fiance, who could plan something like this on his own. Even if at one point, he’d considered slipping the ring on your finger while you slept just to wait for you to notice.
Until one morning, he’d decided enough was enough. He was going to propose to you, extravagant dinners and bouquets of roses be damned.
“Coffee?” Your sleepy voice sounded through the kitchen as you heard his slow, shuffling footsteps.
He smiled softly to himself, taking in your disheveled sleep shirt and tousled bed head as you stood in front of the kitchen counter, lazily measuring out coffee grounds through bleary eyes. He loved you like this the most: in your natural beauty, face bare and clothes minimal. When you thought you looked like a trainwreck, he only saw what he assumed to be a modern adaption of Aphrodite herself. You were breathtakingly beautiful without even trying.
“Please,” he yawned, still half-awake himself as the early morning light spilled through the kitchen blinds, illuminating your figure in a heavenly glow. Leon’s eyes shifted towards that leather jacket of his, hung over one of the kitchen chair’s from his arrival home the night before. He thought of the ring, safely tucked away in the inside pocket. Without much of a thought, he slowly inched towards the chair with his eyes trained on you the entire time.
You didn’t seem to notice, focused on filling the coffee pot with water from the sink faucet. You yawned softly, stretching your arms above your head with a whine as the water slowly filled the glass pot.
Leon used your noises to his advantage, quickly fishing around his jacket until his fingers firmly clasped around the velvet box. He pulled his hand back, holding it behind him as he walked up behind you. You’d woken up a bit more, pouring the water into the coffee maker and setting the pot in its place. Once you’d reached up for the cabinet to grab two mugs, he snaked his free arm around your waist. He leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to the nape of your neck.
“Mmm,” you hummed softly, smiling as you leaned back against his chest. “It’s a little early for that.”
Leon chuckled lowly, vibrations transferring from his chest to your back as he pressed against you. He waited for you to lower the mugs to the counter before he spoke again. “Close your eyes, baby.”
You huffed a laugh, raising an eyebrow as you tried to turn your head back. He blocked your movement by pressing his chin to your cheek, lightly scratching the smooth surface of your skin with his stubble. You could feel his mouth stretched into a grin, which only widened your own smile as you reluctantly closed your eyes. “What’re you up to now?” You murmured, giggling gently as he kept his face pressed against yours.
“Just trust me,” he whispered, checking to make sure your eyes were closed before he pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear. He brought his other arm around, now holding your waist fully with his forearms as he held his hands out in front of you. He opened the ring box, holding it up enough for you to eventually see. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the gem that sparkled as the rays of sunlight lighting up your kitchen caught it. “Okay, you can open them.”
You hesitated, a subtle bubble of anticipation building in your stomach as you prepared yourself to open your eyes. It was either a sweet gift that he’d brought home like he did every so often after a particularly long mission, or something to irritate you with his playfulness. You briefly remembered the time he’d “surprised” you with a frog that had made its way inside the house, scaring the shit out of you as he held it up to your face. Hoping it was not the latter, you opened your eyes and looked down.
It felt like all the oxygen in your lungs had been plucked by fingers of ember, warmth spreading through your system as your eyes widened. You looked at the ring, polished and sat atop a plush pillow inside the little black box. Its gold band glistened, and the gem reflected the light passing through it against the top, creating the smallest rainbow that shook with Leon’s trembling hands. You could feel his breath, airy yet forcefully controlled, fanning across your neck. Even the nervous swallow you felt, his throat bobbing against your shoulder as he leaned his head down.
“Leon-” you started, eyes wide as you looked down at the ring some more. Your brain tried as much as it could to register through the shock as you managed to spin around, your chest bumping against his as he now pinned you against the counter. He looked so nervous, timid in a way you’d never seen before. “Are you..?”
Leon opened his mouth, blue eyes full of uncertainty and the wholesome storm of love, before he shut it quickly. He even blushed, pulling the hand that held the box to hover between the two of you as he leaned back slightly. Looking down at the ring, he smiled nervously and even let out a sheepish chuckle, that red flush spreading up his neck and onto the expanse of his softly-lined face. His darkened hair fell over his eyes, causing him to look much younger than he truly was in that moment.
“I- Well, fuck,” he huffed after stumbling over his own words. “Had a whole speech planned, but I can’t even get the words out.” He chuckled again, dragging his unoccupied hand over his mouth as he tried to think of something on the spot. Leon loved you so much, that much was evident from the ring’s dazzling appearance alone, but the words were just stuck in his throat like a week-long cold.
Your surprised face quickly melted, lips curling upwards as the warming excitement filled your entire being. A giggle left you, hands coming up to cup his face as tilt it towards you. “Yes,” you said breathlessly, the slightest water of tears encroaching your lashes as you took it all in. He’s proposing to me.
Leon faltered, eyebrows shooting up as he looked down at you, momentarily stunned. Your words took a second longer than normal to register as he slowly smiled back at you. “Not even going to let me say it?” His deep voice came out in a breathy whisper similar to your own volume, relief and adoration spreading across his face the longer he gazed into your watering eyes.
You bit your lip, blushing at your own hasty answer before you nodded. Taking in a deep breath, you motioned a hand for him to continue. A muffled giggle left you as he grinned back at you.
Leon’s lips were now curved into a beaming smile, one that definitely hurt the muscles in his cheeks as he looked down at the ring seemingly in thought. He slowly sunk down to one knee before you on the kitchen floor, holding the box up between you with that stupid smile. You could tell by the way that he was blinking that he was desperately holding back his own tears of sheer happiness.
He said your name softly, his voice filled to the brim with all the love he held for you. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” your earlier answer came much faster this time around as you buzzed with giddiness. A soft sniffle left you as he took the ring from the box and slipped it onto your outstretched hand. The band was a perfect fit around your ring finger, sitting perfectly. You waited until he stood back up to throw your arms around him, knocking him back a step from the sheer force of your embrace. You leaned your head up, kissing him eagerly yet passionately as his strong arms wrapped around your waist once more.
The aroma of coffee brewing filled the air around you as the loving kisses lingered. You knew now that it would forever be your favorite scent, all thanks to this moment.
