She, Her, Hers/Occasional Fanfic Writer/ I like many things. Of Thracian-Slavic descent. 19 year old. Taurus. Biromantic Demisexual. I write oc x canon as well. I’ve got a lot of personal issues. Maybe not a safe spot, honestly.
Hello, you may call me Gabi or G8t. I go by she/her, haven't written much fanfiction in a long while so I'm rusty. Some may know me as RubyRose226 on Wattpad.
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I am a slow writer slowly getting back into writing fanfiction. I will be especially slow now because I'm graduating this year out of high school. I write ocs lately (I've been writing my own stories outside of fanfiction and since I can't always write there I write prompts on here with my own characters) but I am slowly getting back into writing x readers.
I predominantly write with the reader in mind being Slavic, Eastern European, Balkan; as I just need a reader to relate to at times, however if you’d like a certain type of reader ethnicity, send an ask.
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Critical Role
Capcom Masterlist
(Capcom Masterlist includes Devil May Cry and Resident Evil ONLY!!!)
Summary : blood on his face, and death running in his veins, makes him even hotter.
Genre : fluff, au, 18+, mdni, smut, language, period sex(mentions of it), oral (f) recieving, blood, somnophilia, slow-burn if you really squint.
note : personally I dunno, I feel its not really good, this is the first time i tried writing something like this, because my spidey senses were tingling and telling me to do it so here I am, but remember this piece will have errors, English isnt my native language, so expect mistakes and stuff, anyways if you do read it , hope you enjoy ^^
vampire!Leon who only realizes something is seriously wrong after the Spain mission, because there he had been already been exposed to the Plaga virus, and there were quite few things that started happening with him after he came back home, like his speed which he thought was.... a bit too fast for his liking, his teeth shape turning into fangs not noticeable but there, or maybe it was just his imagination, but somewhere in his body there had been traces of vampirism mixed into the whole mess — something neither he nor anyone else noticed at first, (perhaps he did notice, but didnt want to believe at first) and when things started getting weird he asked sherry to run some tests on him, and well she is the one who eventually catches it while running follow-up tests on him as he asked.
when leon was with her in her office, she stares at the results for way too long before finally looking up at him. “Leon, I think you have a problem.” and Leon, who was already exhausted from the mission, groans: “What, another parasite?”
“Technically” sherry sighs, while looking at leon sympathetically.
“What does 'technically' mean?” he quips.
"Well you are turning into vampire." sherry says turning her attention back to the computer before her.
for a long moment, Leon simply stared at the test results in complete silence, still processing Sherry’s words. “I—what? so zombies weren't enough? Like, chill, ladies. there’s only one of me to go around.” Sherry just scoffed out a laugh and shook her head, while Leon let out a disbelieving laugh of his own, rubbing a hand over his face, then his expression sobered slightly as he looked back at the results. “Is there a cure?”
"not that I know of, but I will be researching, till... then you gotta live with it." she answers, though leon didnt really believe there was a cure for it, then sherry in genuine sympathy, guides her hands to pat the shoulder of the forty-nine year old man, which said 'it will be okay', but leon wasn't sure anymore, if it ever will be.
vampire!Leon who realized things are getting worse for him, when he started craving something other than food, because whenever he started eating? he puked everything out he had just eaten and that pissed him off so much.
vampire!Leon who starts researching about vampirism obsessively because if there’s one thing he hates more than being infected, it’s not knowing what the fuck is happening to his body.
vampire!leon who discovers that sunlight doesn't kill him like it is said in the book, or shown in the cliché movies, but it sure does give him the worst headaches imaginable, so he starts wearing sunglasses everywhere, and tries not to expose himself to the sunlight much.
vampire!Leon who takes a walk around his neighborhood in evening to try to calm the vicious headache pounding inside his skull, so when he finally steps out and moves farther from his home, he notices something else in the air, the faint smell of blood, and as he looks around and spots a woman with a scraped knee, blood slowly dripping down her leg, and his first instinct isn't to help her. It's to feed. and every instinct in his body screams at him to get closer to her, to sink his teeth into her and drain her dry, but he immediately turns his head away. no. no, absolutely fucking not. then he runs — hungry, terrified, and suddenly desperate to get home. and that's when Leon discovers that his speed has actually increased and he wasnt imagining it before, and vampirism does comes with ridiculous fucking speed, because he reaches home in two seconds despite the journey normally taking him twenty minutes. oh, yeah. he was absolutely fucked.
vampire!leon who absolutely hates that he’s become a blood-craving monster, so naturally, he tries not to drink it at first, stubbornly convincing himself that he can fight the hunger, but eventually, the hunger gets too bad, and he has no choice but to stock his fridge with blood bags from the blood bank something Sherry helps him arrange, because he’d be damned if he ever hurt someone just to satisfy his hunger. after all, he might be a vampire now, but he refuses to become some mindless monster.
and one day as he stands there staring at the bags filling his refrigerator, his jaw clenches, and he mutters, “This is fucking pathetic.” but before he could help himself he is drinking from it anyway, because what other choice does he have?
and anyways, deep down, Leon knows he'd rather swallow his pride and live off blood bags than ever wake up one morning with someone's blood on his hands.
vampire!Leon who soon realizes that being a vampire comes with its own fucking downfalls — one of them being that he’s constantly overstimulated, restless, and wanting sex all the damn time, but Leon isn't the kind of man to use someone just to satisfy himself, so he tries to deal with it alone, he wraps his hand around his cock and strokes it roughly then slowly, feeling himself at the edge but he can't come, (almost like you wanna sneeze and know its there but you cant bring yourself to do that), exactly, then he tries every pace known to mankind, he even tries toys but swear to god he could not come and eventually he gives up, and he’s left frustrated, hard, and aching and unsatisfied.
vampire!Leon who keeps having this strange, recurring dream about a girl whose face is always blurred, god and he feels someone is pressing a blade across his throat, the fear, the aderaline pumps in his veins and he realizes its someone who he instinctively calls his mate, though he has no idea who she is, and every time he reaches for her, she slips away, always just beyond his grasp, until one night, he finally reaches her — and the moment his fingers brush against her, the entire dream shatters. He wakes furious, breathing hard, angry at himself for letting her disappear again, "christ, I was so close!", he says to himself, completely annoyed, but he doesn't think much of it, after all, it was a dream, right?
Then next day as he walks into DSO building he sees you, the new intern, and suddenly all the pieces from the dream comes together and it feels like he has been hit with a brick, and he realizes it was you -- his mate, his dream girl, and god his heart, which hasn't beaten since the day he became a vampire, suddenly gives one violent, impossible thud in his chest, and something deep within him, something older than reason, whispers — she’s it.
no. no, no, no. but that was impossible, right? He tries to convince himself with countless excuses.
because as you spend more time in the DSO he realized you were young, twenty five to be exact, and well he was old. Second you were human—well, technically, he supposed he had been human once too, but he certainly wasn't anymore.
so whatever this was, whatever his instincts were trying to tell him, it couldn't be you, it cant be.
so naturally he disregarded whatever he felt and buried it six feet deep inside himself, locking it into the pit of his stomach and throwing the key somewhere he cant reach.
vampire!Leon who tried to resist you he really did. But God, your scent was different from everyone else's, and every damn time he found himself sitting across from you in a meeting, his eyes would inevitably drift toward your neck. Yet whenever you came too close to him, he would run like a fucking coward, desperate to put some distance between you before his instincts got the better of him. but he was sure of one thing, though: you probably thought he hated you. (but what he didnt know was was you were intrigued by him, and you surely knew hate wasnt running through Leon's veins).
vampire!Leon who was fucking starving after working late into the night, so hungry that the usual ache in his stomach had turned into something vicious, gnawing at him from the inside. He hadn't realized you were still in the office too, or maybe he did know, somewhere in the back of his mind, but at this point, he simply didn't care, because he was too hungry, too feral, his eyes glowing an eerie red as he slowly looked around the deserted office, making sure no one was there.
then, with a frustrated huff, he reached into the drawer of his desk and pulled out one of the blood bags he'd been keeping hidden there, then he tore it open and drank it deeply, swallowing greedily as quiet, almost involuntary little grunts escaped him, the warmth of the blood finally soothing the hunger clawing through his veins.
for a few seconds, he almost felt content. Almost. Because even as the hunger began to fade, Leon knew something was still missing. Something the blood could never satisfy. You.
and then he heard, the faint sound of your footsteps behind him, his entire body went rigid. oh, fuck. then he slowly turned around, the corner of his mouth stained crimson, his glowing eyes meeting yours.
a low, warning growl rumbled deep in his throat as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Get the fuck out.” But you didn't turn away, didnt even flinch, instead, you only smiled, padding slowly toward him as though the sight of him standing there with blood on his lips didn't frighten you in the slightest, and leon's jaw tightened, his instincts screaming at him to run, to get away from you before he lost control. “Or what, Agent Kennedy?” you murmur, stopping just close enough to make his hunger flare all over again. Your smile widens. “I know your truth now.” you say calmly because honestly? You have seen too much in this line, and surely a vampire would not gonna have you run outta this building, plus you had this big fat crush on Leon since you joined the DSO, not that, now you have seen him like this, its gone, if anything -- nevermind, some thoughts must be saved for later right?
vampire!Leon who corners you after that, "do I look like I care, sweetheart?" he says shaking his head, and instead of feeling your fear, he feels your arousal, and his eyes darkens instantly, his cock straining against his pants, and he groans internally, god, you are really different after all—not just your scent, but you.
and now as he has you pinned between the wall and himself, his hands on either side of your head, he involuntarily growls, “my mate.”
you frown at him, your brows furrowing together, and instinctively your pulse spikes at his proximity, “your what?”
he doesn't answer, instead, he rubs his nose achingly slowly along your neck, breathing you in. “shit, shit, shit, you smell s' good” he breathes.
and you shiver beneath him, a low moan escaping past your lips and your body betrays you just as badly as his is betraying him, and you feel your core dampen the fabric beneath it , and he chuckles bitterly, the sound low in his throat.
“I've been controlling myself around you, trying not to—” He cuts himself off with a strained grunt, his restraint visibly slipping. then his lips brushes and closes against your neck, careful not to let his teeth sink into your skin, even though every instinct inside him is screaming to do exactly that, and you know you should push him away instead you stand there, feeling his length against you, wanting him to drink from you, wanting him to take you right there.
“I can feel your arousal,” he murmurs roughly, and you feel your trail of thoughts fades, as he pulling himself back.
wait—what did he just say? God, it was fucking embarrassing, that he could feel your arousal. The thought alone made heat crawl up your face, and you were suddenly grateful that, despite everything else he could sense, he couldn't actually read your mind, at least he couldn't hear the mortifying thoughts racing through your head.
and a small, breathless chuckle escaped you as you tried to stifle it, but then Leon abruptly tore himself away from your body. the sudden loss of his warmth made a quiet sound of dismay slip from your throat before you could stop it.
Leon heard it, and his jaw tightened ever so slightly, his eyes darkening as he forced himself another step back, a low, guttural moan rumbled from his chest, sounding almost frustrated, almost pained, as though putting distance between you was taking every ounce of control he had left. “Stay away from me, before I do something I regret.” and even as he said it he knew he didnt mean it.
and before you could even ask what the hell he meant, he's already turning away and evacuating the building, leaving you stranded there in heat and confusion.
vampire!Leon who hate the thought of anyone being near you, and was so unreasonably jealous that he had to take a day off when you came into the office smelling faintly of another man's cologne, honestly though it was nothing—you had only hugged your best friend goodbye, and the scent had clung to your clothes—but Leon didn't know that.
and that scent was something no one else would have noticed, but of course, Leon wasn't someone else -- he was him, a fucking vampire.
and naturally, his heightened senses caught it the second you walked past him, and something ugly twisted inside his chest, and his jaw clenches so hard that he thought he would dislocate his jaw, his eyes following you as that possessive little voice in his head whispered that he wanted to find whoever had touched you and snap him in two, and he hated that voice, hated how irrationally jealous he could become, hated how his instincts seemed to take over whenever it came to you, and most of all, hated how much restraint it took every damn day to keep himself under control around you.
vampire!leon who finally gives in to you when he sees you hurt after a mission, and the faint scent of your blood is already making his hunger stir, his cock harden, but he pays it no mind, and instead of backing away from you like he usually does, he steps closer to you, “Let me fix that.” and he helps you clean your cuts and bandage the wound, his hands surprisingly gentle despite the tension running through him, and when he's finished, you simply look at him for a moment before quietly saying, “can you not run away every damn second I am close? because I am not scared of you.” His eyes flicker toward yours, and they soften instantly, “you're Leon to me, and…” You trail off, swallowing hard before gathering the courage to finish. “You can drink from me, if you'd like.” and God—after that day, something in Leon finally breaks, and the wall he'd built between you both, he tore it down himself, and for the first time since he saw you he actually let you in.
vampire!leon who after that becomes oddly protective you, he hates anyone breathing near you, and god help if someone made you cry because in his mind there would be only one thing running on loop, "eliminate the fucking person", which is ironic because he never wanted to hurt other people, but when it comes to you? all his murderous instincts are heightened too.
vampire!leon who can sense your every mood-shift like he is a walking period tracker and then he is always there making you feel better than you felt before, honestly though having Leon as your vampire boyfriend really served many purposes.
vampire!Leon who can smell blood from ridiculously far away and absolutely hates grocery shopping with you because the butcher section becomes his personal hell, lol.
vampire!leon who absolutely loves how you aren't afraid of him, instead you think of him as your big exotic pet.
vampire!Leon who finally took your offer to drink from your neck after multiple “no’s” from him, because he was always worried that he would hurt you, but you reassured him and told him to drink, and the first time he did it, he kept asking if you were okay, and everytime you replied with a 'yes' and you let him drink a little before stopping him right before you thought he'd had enough, and now, it’s almost like a second rhythm between you both, and he knows exactly when to stop whenever he drinks from you, not to mention, the first time he drank your blood, it overwhelmed you with a rush of arousal between your thighs, and you actually came, gasping his name, just from him drinking from you, which left your chest heaving as he pulled away, and he laughed softly, and teased you with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Jesus, sweetheart, you really came just from me drinking your blood?” and your cheeks flushed as you rolled your eyes at him, but he simply pulled you tightly into his arms. “I loved it. I love you. Thank you for letting me drink from you, it was actually exhilarating."
vampire!leon who is now much more laid-back and chill around you than he was before, and he can actually breathe a little easier when you're around, and, even more than that, he likes having you hovering around his personal space because, somehow, your presence grounds him.
vampire!leon who loves to eat your cunt out whenever you are on your periods and god help you whenever he does that, it always makes your cramps hurt a little less -- and as much as it helps you, it helps him too.
vampire!leon becomes obsessed with your taste, not just your blood, though he drinks from you nightly, but the specific flavor of your arousal, your pussy, and he loves to spend hours between your thighs, lapping his tongue in your folds, and sucking your clit, with an inhuman stamina that leaves you sobbing and clutching his hair, his cold tongue dragging slowly through your heat while his fangs graze your inner thighs warningly, though you never stop him, and he had only let go once you pass out, only then once he sees you passed out he is satisfied then he crawls beside you on the mattress and hold you close against him, whispering, "I want to devour every ounce of your soul, until we are one, forever, i love you sweetheart", and eventually feeling safe around you, and the heat of your body heat seeping into him, he gets dizzy and falls asleep too.
vampire!leon who now has got remarkable stamina, and he keeps you satisfied as fuck, realizing he can fuck you for hours without getting tired and god he does use it for his and yours benifit, he makes you cum , for, four times in a row, before spurting his seeds inside you, and well, he still have the energy to keep going, though, you are only human so of course you eventually pass out as you tether on your orgasm for the fifth time, but as you pass out, you tell him to keep going, and he groans your name, and pushes his cock inside you one last time, before collapsing over your frame, and god not to mention, he loves the rawness of your pulsing cunt around him even then, he loves how your walls squeezes his cock, and sometimes he wish he could stay buried inside you for eternity.
vampore!leon prefers to fuck you from behind while feeding from your neck, your back pressed to his chest, his arm wrapped in your hairs as he keeps your neck exposed, then he thrusts deep in your cunt, hitting all your erogenous zones and bites your neck simultaneously, and god the dual penetration makes you scream as he drinks from you in rhythm with his hips, swallowing your blood as he fills you up from his cum, and the bond between you flares in bright red and his hot cum releases into you and soon, drips down between your joined bodies.
vampire!leon is possessively jealous of your pleasure, to the extent he won't let you touch yourself, and he insists, that only his mouth, his fingers, his cock can make you come, and you do obey him every damn time but god if you disobey him when is away on a mission for a week long, and you miss him, that night when he comes back, he pins your waist to the mattress and spends an entire night denying your orgasm a release, while licking you to the edge repeatedly and stopping right when you are about to come, making you cuss him out in frustration, and he laughs, fucking jerk and whispering against your folds that your orgasms belong to him, that he'll give them to you, when he's ready, and you arent being a brat again.
vampire!leon who mostly sleeps at day than he does at nights, and he loves to pass that time by fucking you awake, not that you complain about it, because every part of your soul, loves when he does that, honestly though, it wasnt even his fault, because his cock would get hard, every night you are asleep beside him your bare ass cheeks pressed against his length and with a long defeated grunt he guides his cock lining it up to your entrance and then he thrusts his leaking shaft, inside your already dripping cunt from his load before, and he had groan in pleasure while rocking back and forth against you and pressing your nipples between his forefinger and thumb, and you whimper his name sleepily your eyes, fluttering open, which makes him smile widely, and he moans, "fuck, sweetheart, go back to sleep, I will take care of you." and you try to but the sensation of his cock, feel so fucking good, you could not sleep again, but, christ what a way to wake up, isnt it?
vampire!leon who loves to fuck you on your periods too, because seeing your blood dripping down from your hole on to the sheets and coating his cock, turns him on even more.
vampire!leon whose mate bond with you creates a hunger in him that drinking from blood alone doesn't satisfy, he needs to feel your period blood and climax around his tongue, like he needs to taste your release mixed with your blood, so he takes what he loves and his favorite position for that is you sitting on his face, his hands gripping your hips to control the rhythm, which makes you moan loudly, and his tongue thrusting inside you while you grind against his mouth, and his fangs occasionally nicking your folds to draw droplets he chases with desperate licks, and he swallows down every drop down his throat, murmuring filth in your folds, and when you finally come, clasping around him he groans loudly and lets you ride out your high on his face until your thighs stops to tremble above his face.
vampire!Leon loves to mark your body constantly, and his bites does heal quickly but he always replaces them, leaving a constellation of puncture wounds along your throat, breasts, inner thighs, because, he likes you decorated in his marks, which is a visible proof to anyone with supernatural senses that you belong to a predator who would slaughter anyone who touched you.
vampire!leon who loves when he fucks you senseless and you just dumbly look at him, and shit, he loves when you're trembling and spent around him, and when your are done shaking beneath him, then only Leon carefully licks every wound closed on your skin, his cool tongue soothing the ache of his bites and he gathers you against his chest, still hard inside you, as he rocks his hips slowly still feeling your walls pulse, while whispering promises of protection and eternal devotion between his gentle thrusts that builds your another climax until you're moaning weakly, unable to escape the endless cycle of his supernatural stamina.
vampire!leon who after his transformation has inhumane flexibility and can fuck you in positions that hits all the right angles inside you -- most of the time he has your legs spread wide and he is buried deep into your hole, his nose brushing your clit with every move, while he feasts on you.
vampire!leon who would sacrifice himself for you without a second thought (not that the human leon would not).
vampire!leon who has you begging for more every day and every night, and you realize now that you are, indeed, his mate, bound to him through years of past lives together, and God, you can't bear the thought of dying while he continues to live on without you, so you ask him to turn you into a vampire too, but he refuses, adamant that he won't condemn you to the life he gotten by mistake, and you shake your head and look earnestly into his eyes and ask, “would you want me to die then?” and his jaw clenches, because he already knows where this is going. Finally, he gives in, and he knows he's being a selfish prick, but after all, he loves you, and in night, his fangs sinks into your throat while you're pinned beneath him, his hand between your legs ensuring you climax the exact moment he breaks your skin, and the bond snaps into place like a physical chain, and he growls against your neck that you're his now, and he grins against your skin,"forever mate."
a/n: This is Got Milk?'s smutty older brother that so many of you asked for and was also requested a while ago here. Enjoy xx
Warnings: nsfw, lactation kink, filthy smut, tiddies, we all want to breastfeed Leon don't lie, dad!Leon, mom!reader, established relationship, unprotected sex, mommy undertones, a smidge of angst at the end because Leon is having a hard time xx, needy Leon
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Breast pumps had changed a lot since you had first become a mother to your daughter Lottie in 1999. You were realising that now, as you were presented with a brand new one because the one you had gotten second hand back then, had stopped working.
So technically, that thing was probably way older than that. Either way, it had been working fine, until it wasn’t anymore.
The one you had in front of you now was completely different. You couldn’t even work out how to put it together properly, no matter how often you re-read the manual.
You furrowed your brows, lifted the piece of paper up to your face and tried to concentrate one last time.
Leon walked into the kitchen, stretching his arms above his head, loosening his shoulders.
“They’re both asleep.”
His arms came to rest on your waist and he pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder. You sighed contently, leaning back against him, manual forgotten.
“Thank you for doing bedtime,” you said, nudging the side of his face with your nose.
Leon hummed, running his hands over the silky fabric of your nightie.
You bit your lip. “Do you like it? I got it when I was out with Michelle the other day.”
Having become a mom for a second time not too long ago, you got tired of wearing Leon’s t-shirts to bed all the time. You wanted to feel well-dressed and hot in your new mom body sometimes. The only thing was, all the nice pyjamas you had from before you were pregnant didn’t fit you right now. So when you came across this silky little number with the low cut front and the spaghetti straps while being out on the town with your friend, you just had to get it.
“Mrs. Kennedy, you look incredible in this,” Leon murmured, brushing his lips over the sensitive skin right behind your ear and you shuddered, closing your eyes.
“I’m not your wife yet. We haven’t had time to plan the wedding.”
Leon let out a heavy breath that turned into a frustrated groan against your shoulder. Between two babies, one of them still on the tit, and deployment for top secret government agent business, you simply didn’t have time to tie the knot. The two of you were this close to just eloping at the city hall and celebrating with a backyard barbecue with your kids and your friends and call it a day.
“You will be,” Leon murmured, pushing one of your straps to the side and trailing kisses all along where it had been. “Soon.”
You melted into his embrace and bit back a moan when one of his hands found your breast, squeezing softly. “Careful, Ollie didn’t eat very well, so I’ll probably leak all over the place.”
Leon nodded, fumbling with parts of the breast pump on the counter. “Is that why you were so desperate to put this thing together?”
His thumb brushed over your nipple, which immediately hardened to the touch. As did Leon. Pressing his hips against your backside, he made that very obvious.
Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head.
Oh fuck yes. After the day you had, you were really in the mood for your fiancé screwing your brains out until you couldn’t think straight anymore.
“Do you want to help me out with that?” you suggested and Leon groaned, nuzzling the side of your neck, moving up to capture your earlobe between his teeth.
“I’d love to.”
Although you were both so into it, you didn’t let him do it very often. You were already over-producing. Adding Leon into the mix on the regular might have stimulated your body to make even more milk and that wouldn’t exactly solve the problem.
Regardless, Leon’s enthusiasm sent a jolt straight between your legs. Breastfeeding him was beyond pleasurable for the both of you. The fact that you could only enjoy it for a short period of time, made you all the more eager.
You bit back a moan, as Leon’s hand dipped under the hem of your nightgown and between your legs, finding you already wet and slick, just from imagining what he was about to do to you tonight. Leon gently nibbled on your neck and his other hand moved to slip both of the straps off, exposing your breasts. You gasped, grabbing the edge of the countertop and rubbing your ass up along his rock-hard length, revelling in how that simple movement made his breath quicken.
“You’re so fucking hot like this,” he groaned, running his hand down over your full breasts, all along your ribcage and down to your belly.
You whimpered, sucking it in and dodging his touch.
“Sorry,” Leon mumbled, pulling his hand back and resting it on your hips. “I know that’s kind of a sore subject for you right now.”
Your cheeks became hot. It was so ridiculous. You loved your kids. You loved your body. You loved that it was able to grow two beautiful humans from scratch. Of course, carrying two of them to term and birthing them would change the way it looked—changing your belly most of all, softening it, leaving behind stretch marks and loose skin. Both of your kids had been living inside of there for nine months each: it would be insanity if that didn’t change anything.
Nobody in this house expected you to ‘bounce back’, whatever that even meant. But it was hard to own that sometimes. Especially at this stage of your postpartum journey.
“For the record,” Leon whispered, his breath deliciously tickling the shell of your ear. “I think you keep getting hotter. I’m having a hard time getting through the day sometimes.” He shook his head, pushing his boner up against you harder. “This is me all the time when I think about you.”
You chuckled, reaching up to hook your arm around the back of his neck. “Show me. I need to be reminded sometimes.”
A smile spread over Leon’s face. “Yes, ma’am.”
His hands found your silky pussy, holding you open for him with one, while teasing your clit with the other. Moaning softly, your hands cupped your full breasts. They were warmer to the touch than when you weren’t nursing, a lot heavier and so much more sensitive. You felt like an absolute goddess.
Well, until Leon came anywhere close to your belly. But that was a different story and those two things could coexist.
A deep wrinkle appeared between your brows, as you tried to concentrate on Leon’s movements against your pussy and you gently pinching your nipples, sweet wetness coating the pads of your fingers.
Leon’s breath hitched, his eyes glued to the little droplets gathering at the tip of your breasts.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he breathed, pushing his finger into you, eliciting a quiet moan from you. “I want to bend you over this counter so badly. Fuck you senseless right here, until you scream my name, baby.”
You whimpered, rolling your hips back into his again, rubbing over his hard cock, tucked away almost chastely in his grey sweatpants. “That’ll wake them up,” you whined, knowing full well you wanted nothing more than him having his way with you right here.
“We should get a babysitter soon,” Leon panted, rubbing himself all along your ass shamelessly, while pumping in and out of your pussy. “And then I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”
You gasped, swallowing hard, trying to catch your breath, as he curled his fingers inside of you, stroking your inner walls. “We should book a honeymoon,” you whispered.
“Good idea,” Leon replied, swooping you up in his arms and carrying you to bed. You didn’t even get to properly lock the door, before he pushed you up against it, trailing hot kisses over your cleavage, closing his full lips around your nipple.
Leon whimpered, brows drawn together, as he sucked and you moaned when you saw him swallow. Again and again.
You fumbled for the lock on the door, twisting it. No eight year old would accidentally get traumatised for life on your watch.
“You taste so good,” Leon groaned against your supple flesh, flicking his tongue over your nipple, making your whimper.
“Oh fuck Leon, I’m so sensitive.”
He did it again and you gasped, threading your fingers through his hair, holding on to him as he latched back on.
Your hand found your clit, rubbing it in tight circles, dipping into your wet cunt to spread some of the slickness for a smoother glide.
Leon massaged your other breast and you arched your back, pushing your tits right into his face, an obscene guttural moan falling from your lips.
Your tit slipped out of Leon’s mouth and he licked the excess milk off his lips and your nipple, shushing you softly, pushing his thumb into your mouth to suck on, as he moved on to your other breast.
Your pussy was throbbing, clenching violently, as Leon continued to lick and suck, greedily swallowing every mouthful he could get.
The first time you had done this, it had been very emotionally confusing for you. Both you and Leon, twenty-one and twenty-two, wide eyed new parents who had no idea what the fuck was going on most of the time, completely overwhelmed, almost felt a little embarrassed how much you both enjoyed this.
“Oh god, Leon,” you cried out, digging your nails into his scalp, as your abdomen became impossibly tight. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
Leon answered in a muffled moan, gripping his own cock and pulling it out of his pants, sliding his hand up and down his length, as he kept sucking on your tits.
You threw your head back so violently, it banged against the wooden door behind you, but you didn’t care, as you came hard enough to see stars, your own arousal trickling down your thighs with every pulse of your inner muscles.
Leon let go of your tits, sinking to his knees and lapping up every last bit, pushing your hand to the side.
You writhed and whimpered under his touch. “Fuck me, Leon. I need your cock inside me.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Your nightie loosely pooling around your waist, you were on your back, Leon’s arms hooked under your thighs, as he sunk into you with one deep thrust.
You cried out again, holding on to his shoulders, as he drove into you, over and over again with total abandon. At his next thrust, his low moan turned into a choked whimper and his head fell against your shoulder, teeth grazing over your skin. “Fuck, baby,” Leon whined, sloppily rutting into you. “You feel way too good, I don’t want this to be over.”
But he couldn’t stop either, it seemed—utterly helpless to the addicting loop of pulling out and pushing back into you again.
Your walls fluttered around him and he hissed, his brows drawing together, pulling out and letting go of your thighs. “Oh fuck,” he panted, trying to recollect his senses. “Oh fuck, you can’t do that to me right now.”
You bit your lip, chuckling. “Is this you finally learning how to pull out? After you knocked me up not once, but two times?”
Leon’s jaw went slack, but his chest was still heaving. “That was so mean.” He flipped you over, so you straddled him, propping yourself up on his pectorals. “I think you should make it up to me.”
You rolled your hips, languidly enjoying every inch of him, watching him crumble and moan for as long as you moved.
“Oh fuck, I’m so close, I don’t think I can—” his sentence went under in another strangled groan, his eyes squeezing shut. You bit back a cocky grin. The big, bad, combat trained agent, a whimpering mess as soon as he was buried balls deep inside your pussy.
Leaning forward, you pressed your elbows into the mattress, pushing your tits right into Leon’s face.
“No, I’m gonna die,” he whined, face contorted in pure agony, a high pitched, pathetic moan escaping him as you started grinding your hips again, too slowly for him to cum, but just enough to keep him right at the edge.
You grabbed one of your breasts, massaging it softly, already feeling the fullness of it, ready to come out and slipped your nipple back into his mouth, watching his reaction. “Drink up, baby boy.”
Leon’s eyes fluttered shut and he moaned against your skin, sucking, slinging his arms around your back and waist, gripping you so tightly, you could move just enough to push your hips back into his, making him hit that spot deep inside you and he tumbled over the edge. Another choked whimper slipped past his lips and he pushed his hips up to meet yours, helplessly sputtering into you, as you watched his throat bob.
He let go, his head hitting the pillow, a little milk caught in the corner of his mouth, trickling down, as his fingers dug into your skin and he arched off the bed, moaning loudly, unable to do anything but fill you up.
Little droplets of milk hit his chest, as it was moving up and down forcefully, as he tried to catch his breath.
“Did you die?” you asked, a smile still tugging at your lips.
Leon draped his elbow over his eyes, nodding, stammering something incoherent. You assumed, cuss words?
You couldn’t help yourself but to capture his full, glistening lips into a deep kiss, teasing his tongue with yours, tasting your own creamy, sweet breast milk on it.
“It does taste good,” you whispered, giving him another peck on the lips. Your poor fiancé. Deceased in his prime. What a tragedy.
“Oh, so good,” he confirmed, helping you off him and cuddling into your side. Tucking his head under your chin, you closed your arms around him, pulling him close.
Leon smacked his lips, looking up at you. “Can I,” he cleared his throat, “can I have a little more, until I fall asleep?”
You smiled. “Sure.”
“It’s really calming, I get why kids like to do it,” he whispered, gently caressing the curve of your breast. “It makes me feel really safe. And protected.” The last bit was barely audible, as if he was embarrassed to admit it.
“You are protected,” you said, gently raking your nails over his scalp.
He shook his head. “I should be the one protecting you, not the other way around.”
“Why not?” you asked. “Why do you always have to look out for everyone? We keep you safe, too.”
Leon swallowed thickly, lashes rapidly brushing up against your soft skin.
He was having nightmares again. He didn’t know that you knew, but you did. As soon as Ollie was born, a new one had been added to his usual rotation.
Of course, whenever you asked him, he was fine and changed the subject to you or the baby.
A long sigh brushed hot air over your chest, as Leon’s shoulders relaxed and he closed his lips around your nipple once more.
You pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Leon didn’t know how much he talked in his sleep. But you knew.
You also knew what he sounded like when he dreamt about having to shoot an infected Lottie in a gun shop somewhere in Raccoon City. Since Ollie was born, he was in that dream too. An infected baby, clutched to his chest, with no chance of survival, as Lottie stumbled closer to him, Leon’s hand shaking, sobbing, as he tried to point the gun.
Sometimes you were there too. You just didn’t know what your role was in his own personal hell yet. He muttered your name under his breath sometimes, thrashing, until he jolted awake, thinking he hadn’t woken you up, because you were still pretending to sleep soundly by his side, when in reality you were on high alert, white-knuckling the pillow.
After sitting up on the edge of the bed, running his hands over his face and catching his breath, he always slipped through the door to check on each of his kids. He would sit by their bedside for a while, until he was sure they were both still alive and breathing.
Coming back to bed, he brought Ollie with him sometimes, putting him down to sleep in between his mom and dad, unable to let go and leave his son behind in his crib while he crawled back into bed with you.
Leon’s breaths became deeper, more rhythmic and you glanced down at him. Your nipple had slipped out of his mouth and his lips were pushed forward into a permanent pout.
You smiled, softly clicking your tongue. Lottie also slept like this. You had made her from scratch for months, pushed her out of you, labouring for hours, just for her to come out a carbon copy of her dad.
You carefully reached down to move your breast out of his face so he could breathe better, but as soon as you did, Leon’s hand shot up, reaching for it, as if you were taking away his favourite toy.
“Oh my god,” you breathed. Exactly like Ollie. Could you have someone in this house who wasn’t Leon’s mini-me when you were the one doing all the work?
“I’m glad it’s you,” you whispered, barely audible, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of his forehead. “I’m glad you’re their dad.”
Bodyguard!Leon x First Daughter!Reader Enemies to Lovers
Chapter 5
❌18+ MDNI❌
thanks so much for every sweet message and your kind understanding for my lack of uploads last week <3 we're back with a little more e2l drama in this chapter hehe enjoy!
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
shoutout @sammimi19 for proofreading and help brainstorming ✨
Your voice wishing him a happy birthday still echoes in Leon’s mind as he walks between rows of shelves. He can't help but think you looked awfully cute in his charcoal zip-up, the hood draping over your head adorably. As he reminisces, he suddenly catches himself smiling like an idiot, and quickly schools his expression before giving the place yet another look over.
He knows you're not far, and that with the quietness of the store, he could hear you the moment you made a sound. But he can't help constantly being nervous, wanting to ensure he does his job adequately. Especially when you keep distracting him with your pretty smile. And he really, really can't afford distractions at the moment.
Leon is not sure why you of all people affect him so much, but he chalks it up to nerves about the job rather than the fact you make his heart thump. He hasn’t felt this foolishly drawn to someone for years, not since his life changed forever six years prior. The things he saw that night, and the missions he's been thrusted into since, will be burned into his memory for the rest of his life. It changed him in ways no training ever could, and now, he carries on knowing without a doubt; being infected is a fate worse than death.
With that thought in mind, he walks along the walls of the convenience store, checking every alley between each aisle while keeping a mental map of where you are located. He might come off paranoid at times, but it's the cost of knowing the horrors concealed in this cruel world he lives in.
After ten minutes of going in circles, he decides to check on you again, and deep inside, he can't deny the small flutter in his chest at the prospect of being near you once more. He shakes his head like a wet puppy to rid his brain from the nonsensical thought. He might be feeling weird things, but he’ll be damned if he’ll let that affect his proficiency at his job. If Leon is one thing, he is a professional.
Yet, at the sound of your soft giggle accompanied by one of a male voice, the agent feels his composed façade crack. Just who the hell are you talking to?
Without waiting another second, he hurries his steps, then stops behind a row of shelves to peer past the corner, feeling like an utter weirdo. But he can't bring himself to care right now—this is for your safety, so he must spy a little bit… Or so he tells himself.
“You’re really telling me you’ve never tried a Bud Light? Not very patriotic of you, Miss Graham.”
A tall, young man in a band t-shirt and a pierced nose is grinning at you, holding in hand a silver beer can he’s advertising like an infomercial. You laugh shyly, as if smitten by his black hair and bad boy style—everything that Leon isn't. It makes his jaw twitch as he observes you intently, but then, the man hands you the can with a smirk and the agent moves. Three long strides, and he appears like a ghost behind you, his chest brushing your back fleetingly.
“Thank you for the suggestion, but we're not drinking tonight,” Leon rasps, reaching past your shoulder to take the beer before you can grab it.
“Wh— I wanted to get that,” you protest with wide eyes, surprise clear on your face.
He turns to you, his expression colder than you’ve ever seen on him. “No, you didn't.”
“Yes. I did.” Your eye is twitching, your voice firm in disbelief at the sheer audacity of the agent. He has no right to tell you what to purchase, and especially not in front of a stranger. “It’s just a beer. You can't stop me from buying a beer.”
Leon looks at you for a moment with that same glacial gaze, before completely ignoring you and placing himself between you and the young man like an impenetrable wall.
“Hey, buddy, why don't you move along and finish your shopping?”
The brunette, looking incredibly nervous, raises his hands in surrender. “Hey, I was just—”
“Go.” The blond’s tone leaves no room for argument, and it seems to do the trick when the other man leaves, throwing an awkward smile your way before disappearing.
Exhaling through his nose with exasperation, Leon turns to you with a frown. “What did I say about following my lead?”
“Are you serious? You just humiliated me in front of a stranger!” you scoff with flailing arms, still incredulous over his attitude.
“Exactly. A stranger.” He steps forward, berating blue eyes piercing through your soul. “One that handed you a drink that you were about to take without pausing to even think. What if there's something in this thing? Did you think of that?” He holds up the silver cylinder in his hand with a wary look like it's a timed explosive.
“It was on the shelf, he didn’t pull it out of his pocket! And I’m the one that asked him for drink suggestions, he was just being kind!”
Leon internally winces at the way you raise your voice, walking even closer to whisper yell with a stormy glower. “And why the hell would you do that?”
You scowl when you get hit with the smell of his cologne, your eyes dropping to the enticing Adam’s apple on his neck in anger, before glaring back up at his face.
“Because I don't know shit about drinks!”
He noticed that—of course he did—and his own gaze fleets down to your lips for a split second. “Then you can ask me.” He presses fingers to his own chest in irritation, nostrils flaring.
“Well that wouldn't work because it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”
Right then, you immediately snap your mouth shut when you realize you let slip the admission. It has him pause, his eyebrows scrunching in confusion this time, “Surprise?”
“I wanted to do something nice since it's your special day….” You look down at your hands shoved in the pockets of your—his—hoodie, your shoulders slumping. “But I guess I was wrong,” you add bitterly.
The frown dissipates from his face, replaced by a flicker of guilt, before defensiveness born out of insecurity takes over. “You know I can't drink on the job… For God’s sake will you stop and think a little before acting so reckless?”
Heat flares along your nape at his berating comment, an overwhelming feeling of frustration and injustice spreading through your senses. You're so tired. You're so sick and tired of people constantly treating you like you're some stupid toddler in need of rules, supervision, and control, when you have done nothing ‘reckless’ to warrant this treatment in the first place.
You snap.
Retreating the birthday card from your pocket, you brand it in his face with furious eyes. “It was meant for after your shift, you dick!”
You throw the card at him in anger, then watch as it majestically fails to hit its mark, fluttering in the air in a spiral, too light to act as the proper projectile you hoped it would be. When it falls to the ground, you clench your jaw, and stomp away with crossed arms, indignation and embarrassment making your face heat up to searing levels.
Leon blinks for a moment in complete surprise, before looking down at the drawing of the kawaii avocado on the floor.
“Shit…”
He crouches, picking up the birthday message with guilty eyes, feeling like a massive asshole for upsetting you when you were trying to be kind. He knows his words had been too harsh, but he was too caught up in his own head about the stranger you so easily sympathized with that he didn't pause to soften his comment. Now, he knows he needs to fix this so things don't conclude badly like the previous time at the pool.
He heads after you with hasty steps, eyebrows upturned and lips pouty in the picture of shameful remorse. “Wait, hold on… Miss Graham!” he calls out once he spots you. “I didn't know— I didn't realize you were being nice.”
You whip around, the hood of his sweatshirt falling back from your head as you stride back towards him in fury. “Why? Is it so hard to believe that I’m not a totally spoiled brat of a bitch?”
Leon’s eyes widen, and he winces at the insult you call yourself—he did not expect such a big reaction to his stupid choice of words. He knows he has never been good at talking to girls, but this is a complete disaster.
“That’s not what I said—”
“Look,” you cut him off, expression furious to hide the hurt within, “I don't know what I did to you for you not to like me, but I’ll tell you right now: I don't fucking like you either, Kennedy.”
With that, you shove past him, striding out of the store in a whirlwind of anger and bruised ego. He can barely register your words before he’s already stepping behind you, just to see you through the glass screen doors getting back inside the SUV. He even catches you yanking off his hoodie and throwing it on the seat beside you so fast he’d think it's covered in shit.
He stands there, the shopping cart filled with snacks still hanging off his arm, that stupid beer can that caused all of this still in his grasp. And, between the index and middle finger of his right hand, he holds the card. The adorable birthday card. He can only imagine your shy smile as you would have handed it to him like you had planned, with a beer and a chocolate bar—a small gesture of kindness that is now forever ruined.
“Fuck.”
Sunlight sparkles on your skin as you stare at the rippling motion of the water in your cup, a constant hum of engines ringing in your ears. It's too early, and way too bright for your liking, so, with a huff, you reach and pull down your window cover, dimming the corner of your seat in the private jet.
Leon, sitting two rows behind you, watches silently from his spot as he sighs. The air has been incredibly tense between you since that night at the convenience store a few days prior. He hasn't tried to fix things after you made it clear you're not fond of him, although he’s not sure why you would try and buy him that card if that is the case. But then again, you were raised in a world of PR and phony politeness. Maybe you were just trying to maintain peace after the rocky start of your dynamic.
Either way, his own ego began to torment him as the days passed, the prideful voice in his head telling him you're not worth the time—he should just focus on his task and not let a petulant college kid come in the way.
Ah, college.
He sighs in exasperation as he remembers he needs to go over your university schedule once more now that you're in transit to reach said destination. The semester at Ivy U is starting sooner than he’d anticipated, and he would like to make any necessary changes to your agenda before landing.
Pulling out his laptop to set it on the table of the luxurious aircraft, he begins to work on the calendar on the screen after throwing a final glance your way. He can only see the back of your head, but you have seemingly settled in to sleep now that everyone has quieted down in their seats, from the other security agents, to the air crew.
Once deep in concentration, a woman in a blouse and a navy pencil skirt that matches his suit approaches him suddenly, the click of her heels muffled by the constant whirr filling the metal bird.
“Mr. Kennedy?” she smiles, her mauve lipstick contrasting against her pearly whites.
Leon lifts his head to meet her eyes, and he recognizes her as one of the cabin crew members cleared to accompany the first daughter. Her name escapes him however, but before he can rack his brain, she extends an elegant hand for him to shake.
“My name’s Olivia,” her eyes twinkle once he holds her outstretched palm briefly. “I’ll be one of two flight attendants for this short journey. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”
The agent smiles politely, taking note of the woman’s loose collar that grants a peek at her generous cleavage.
“Thanks, Olivia, but I’m good for now.”
She nods and takes her leave, with Leon’s eyes absentmindedly lingering on the sway of her retreating hips. He doesn't think much of it—she's an attractive woman, and he barely allowed himself a glance before focusing back on his work. But right as he straightens back in his seat, he gets the self-conscious feeling of being observed, and sure enough, once he lifts his gaze, he finds you peeking at him from behind your seat.
Caught in broad daylight, you quickly turn around to face away, sinking in the cushions in utter mortification with your heart thundering in your chest. You just couldn't help looking when you heard the sultry voice of the flight attendant approaching him. Olivia has always been one of your favorites—she's sweet, is good at her job, and loves a good chat. But for the first time, you find yourself wishing they sent a different crew member instead of her. You're not sure why—or maybe you know and you simply don't want to admit it—but either way, the embarrassment from being caught staring is all you can think of.
Leon, still at his makeshift work station, raises his eyebrows in surprise before resuming his task with a huff, attempting to ignore the tingle in his stomach that’s always caused by your attention. He tries to concentrate, honing his focus on the screen, and slowly but surely, he gets back into the groove of computer work, dismissing your odd behavior.
Time goes by faster once his mind is in the zone, and before he knows it, the plane is halfway closer to its destination in Connecticut. His engrossment on the job at hand is only suspended again when Olivia returns with a broad smile, this time offering a tray of snacks and juice, despite the agent’s earlier insistence on not needing anything.
“Um, thanks, but you really didn't have to—”
“You know he's already not that great at staying focused, so you probably shouldn't interrupt whatever he’s doing on that laptop.”
Your voice nearly startles Leon, and when he looks up, he finds you standing by your seat with your arms crossed, your lips pursed in discontentment. What the hell is up with you?
“Oh, I just thought I’d bring Mr. Kennedy something to give him some energy for work,” Olivia replies with a professional smile, although there's a hint of nervousness in her voice.
Only then does Leon get past his surprise and gathers enough mental capacity to turn to you with an offended frown. “I do stay focused… And I actually appreciate the refreshments.”
He makes a show out of sipping the glass of orange juice brought by the flight attendant just to spite you. For whatever reason, you seem to not like that he’s being pampered, and he finds that utterly ridiculous. You are constantly being treated like a princess, but you throw a fit the second he’s allowed some of that same luxury? Do you think he’s an unfeeling robot? It's bullshit.
You seem upset, shifting restlessly in your spot, and when the stewardess steps closer to hand the agent a napkin, you suddenly move. Dashing closer until you’re standing over him, you look at the beautiful woman with a purposely bored expression.
“I’m thirsty. Can I have a glass too please?”
“Of course,” she murmurs with a nod, the corners of her perfect mouth twitching, before disappearing into the back of the jet.
The moment she's gone, you plop down next to Leon, occupying the empty seat beside him with crossed arms and a huff.
“What are you working on anyway?” you arch an eyebrow.
He looks at you in sheer surprise, confused about your entire behavior, but he refuses to show just how much you affect him.
“Security,” he deadpans once he regains his composure.
“Seriously? That's your answer?”
“Alright,” he sighs, readjusting his button up collar. You notice he chose to forgo a tie today—he looks nice. “I’m going through your schedule and altering it whenever necessary.”
That has you frowning deeper, “Altering?”
“Yes. Changing routes to safer ones, improving security coverage, removing unnecessary activities… Anything that might come in the way of your safety.”
“Wait, what are you removing?” Irritation is clear in your tone, and you're already leaning closer to peer at his screen to see whatever he’s intending on modifying.
“Only a couple things...” he grumbles.
‘A couple things’ seems to be code for removing every non-curricular activity, because every planned outing is crossed out to be deleted. You scoff, tilting even closer until your chest is touching his forearm laying on the armrest, but you don't seem to care or even realize with the mounting frustration building inside you.
“What the hell? You’re taking off every fun thing I want to do with friends!” you exclaim with wide eyes and turn to look at him accusingly.
Instead of finding his typical calm expression, however, you find him completely stiff, his jaw tight, and through his blond strands you can spot the reddening of his ears. His baby blues that are usually intensely focused, are shifting constantly between the keyboard, the floor, and your tits crushing his arm.
In a bout of realization, you reel back, your own shoulders stiffening as you sink into your seat jerkily. You stay quiet, and so does he, the both of you suspended in the awkwardness of the airplane’s air conditioned atmosphere. Until, Olivia returns with a glass of orange juice and breaks the uncomfortable silence.
“Thank you,” you breathe out in relief, taking the cup with overeagerness.
“My pleasure,” she smiles, her eyes drifting between you and the agent, before eclipsing once again.
He clears his throat while you sip your drink, shifting in his spot nervously. After a moment he speaks quietly with his usual professional timber, schooling his expression back to normal despite his racing heart.
“I am trying to minimize out of campus outings. But, of course, this is meant to be a collaborative effort, so we can decide later what stays and goes. That’s why I haven't fully deleted anything yet.”
“Right… Cool.” You set down the glass, suddenly feeling stupid for even changing seats in the first place. You're not sure what you were even thinking. “Just don't kill off my social life.”
That earns you a low chuckle, the blond shaking his head in what appears to be fondness if you didn't know better.
“I have no intention of doing that,” he murmurs sheepishly. “Plus, you can always use me as an excuse to get out of things you don't wanna attend.”
“Yeah? And say what? The brooding guy barely older than me dictates my life now?” you roll your eyes.
Leon tilts his head, eyeing your little show of attitude in contemplation. “You know I can't help but notice you seem to have a problem with my age. Would you have preferred it if I was older?”
“I don't know. Maybe…” you shrug, feeling somewhat caught off guard by his pointed question. “I guess I would rather be babysat by someone actually old enough to have some authority over me.”
You don't add that the fact he's young—and hot—makes everything so much harder because you can't seem to bring your brain to behave when it comes to him. Hell, you even got annoyed at your favorite flight attendant for no reason.
“Oh, is that what this is about? You don't find me scary enough.” He huffs out a small chuckle, then peers at you with half lidded eyes and a playful half-smile. “Well, I can assure you, Miss Graham, I can be perfectly dominating when the time calls for it.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth, Leon realizes how embarrassingly wrong they sound, but it's too late to back down now without making things worse. He swallows, cringing at himself while waiting for you to get mad or rightfully call him out for the perverted implications, except, you don't. Instead, you're absolutely flustered, sputtering on your own breath like his words actually did something to you—to his great surprise.
“Wha—” you stutter out of breath. “That's not what I— J-just forget it!”
You stand up abruptly, cheeks hotter by the minute as your brain plays lewd images of him on top of you, then quickly scurry away to return to your previous seat.
Leon, still feeling like a massive idiot for the way he worded things, can't help but let himself bask in the idea that maybe, just maybe, you're just as affected as him. The thought that you’re flustered by his clumsy comment fills him with a thrill he never thought his professional self could ever get.
He hopes to feel it again.
Next chapter coming soon.
i hesitated for a bit about which university to have reader enrolled in before i settled on the fictional ivy university from re6 lol it seemed like the perfect choice
re9!Leon Kennedy (dad's best friend) x f!reader
summary: Leon Kennedy has spent years convincing himself that you're nothing more than his best friend's daughter. Unfortunately for both of you, the longer he keeps his distance, the harder it becomes to ignore everything neither of you is willing to admit.
wc: 11.1k
content warning: SMUT MDNI!, age gap relationship, reader is 24 bc let's not make this weird, use of y/n, swearing, alcohol consumption, tit play, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, size kink, dada talks u through it, pull out method, aftercare
note: i feel like this is something completely different for me and i loved challenging myself with this. you better buckle up in that porsche cayenne everyone
Leon was your dad’s best friend. They had known each other since their police academy days, although going their separate ways when they were assigned to their stations and the infamous Raccoon City incident. Like an invisible string, they had reconnected decades later like time had never passed, and were as thick as thieves.
You had always heard of this “Uncle Leon” growing up. The man who had so courageously went off to defend against monsters at only twenty one years old, dedicating his whole adult life to protect the people around him. Your dad had talked him up to be this gleaming hero, a selfless man who would do anything to help the people and was looked upon by many.
The first time you met Leon, you were almost positive that it was a prank. The proud, eager government agent that you had heard countless tales of, was a shell of a drunk at your dinner table. It wouldn’t surprise you if Leon had no recollection of this night.
It was a couple years back, you still fairly young and naïve, were so excited to meet the infamous Uncle Leon. But the image you had built up in your head all came crashing down the moment you could smell the pungent liquor on his jacket.
Your dad tried to make excuses, that his career was weighing down on his conscience and had spent too many years by himself, but a whole new perspective had been brought to your eyes. Even the bravest of people still needed help.
And Leon did get help. Your dad helped him get sober again, letting him crash on the couch when the voices in his head got too loud to be in his apartment alone, and that trust was beginning to rebuild. By the time you first went off to college was when you truly started to see the Leon your dad had remembered.
You noticed when he shaved his beard, back to a simple five o’clock shadow, when the sparse strands of silver started to show up in his dirty blond hair, and you definitely noticed the muscle he was regaining after not drinking and routinely going to the gym.
With every summer that went on, you’d find Leon in your backyard, shirt discarded somewhere while he worked through another set. You told yourself that you were only going out there to refill your glass from the pitcher of lemonade. Somehow, your glass always stayed empty longer than anyone else’s.
You couldn’t possibly let yourself think about that. Leon was more than twice your age, nevermind the fact that he was your dad’s closest friend. But every soft grunt Leon would make after catching him lifting weights in the backyard, watching the sweat trickle down his back, shorts hung so loosely on his hips leaving nothing to the imagination, you found yourself more and more attracted to him.
Every time you thought there was a miniscule moment of a spark between the two of you, it was always shut down. Leon treated you like a child. Try cracking a joke with him? It would either go right over his head or turn into a five minute lecture. At a barbeque in the middle of summer, you carrying a foot high stack of dishes to the kitchen, Leon’s there immediately taking them from you, insisting that, “you’re gonna trip and hurt yourself.” The not so subtle brush of his fingers against your own didn’t go unnoticed.
You couldn’t help but come to the conclusion that Leon thought of you as immature, and simply just his friend’s annoying daughter. The girl that hung around him far too often, hoping for the slightest moment of tension every chance you caught him looking in your direction.
And for a while, it was like that for Leon. You were always intelligent, polite, maybe too smart for your own good at times. You were his best friend’s daughter, nothing more. He repeated those words to himself so often it started to sound less like the truth and more like a warning. The summer after your first year at college was when things shifted for him.
You had a newfound sense of direction to you. He began to notice the intellectual conversations you and your dad would have; expecting to hear the same opinions you once had at eighteen, are now mature and thoughtful arguments. That moment he looked at you differently.
So when he saw you entering the backyard, head sheepishly peeking out from the fence to not interrupt him, he did more reps than he normally would. He lifted much heavier, making sure you could see the strain of his biceps. But that was as far as he would let this go. His attraction towards you was all consuming, and not in a good way. He was seeing the woman you had blossomed into, and not just the kid he could so easily dismiss.
Admitting his feelings for you would be a betrayal to your dad. After everything he had done to help Leon recover, the countless days sleeping on his couch, to be so painfully attracted to his daughter? It could never happen.
So Leon did the best he could to make it seem like he didn’t like you. He was distant and closed off, only spoke to you when absolutely necessary and kept it purely platonic. That didn’t mean he didn’t care about you, though.
There would be times he’d slip up; your sink is leaking at your college apartment? Leon’s there to fix it. You cut your hair? Leon noticed as soon as you walked through the door.
Even when he was at your graduation, your dad handed Leon the phone to take a picture of you in your gown. Your smile was so bright, eyes glittering, holding the diploma you had worked so hard to receive. Leon could barely focus on the camera as he took the pictures, having to peel his eyes away from you before anyone noticed.
You were hugging your family, thanking them all for coming, and eventually landed on Leon. It was a completely innocent hug; a simple ‘thank you for being here’. But when Leon automatically hugged you back, arms wrapped tight around your waist, nose almost craning into your collarbone, the two of you froze.
Before you even had time to register the scent of his cologne, Leon’s arms peeled off your body like they burned. He couldn’t look you in the eye as he gave a small nod, walking off towards his car. You wondered if you had just imagined that whole interaction, while Leon kept telling himself that could never happen again.
You were no longer just his best friend’s daughter, but a person of your own. A beautiful, independent, intellectual woman. Leon thought that it would get easier. You’d move away, get a job, start dating someone, the ties connected to you would slowly get cut. But each year got harder than the last, and even with things changing in your life Leon never felt more distant towards you.
And Leon hated that he’d realized that.
After your graduation, you and a couple friends were going out to your favourite college bar in celebration. You were hurrying down the stairs of your parents’ house trying to put your earring in, the uber with your friends arriving any minute.
Your dad and Leon were in the living room, absentmindedly watching whatever sports game on the tv. When they heard you clobbering down the stairs in your heeled boots, your dad hopped off the couch to say goodbye.
“Have fun tonight, alright honey? Don’t do anything your Uncle Leon would do,” your dad said, giving you a hug.
“Don’t call me that,” Leon grumbled from behind your dad, slowly approaching to stand next to him. His eyes looked at your boots, your hair curled down your back, and your necklace with the pendant of your first initial. There was no way he was going to get caught looking at your incredibly low cut top, or the teeny shorts that your ass was practically hanging out of.
You scoffed, folding your arms in front of your chest, “Why? Makes you feel old?”
Leon met your gaze for only a second, his sharp blue eyes stared you down intensely, “Yeah, something like that.” His face was cold, not a muscle moving to blow his cover. You looked Leon up and down, the dress shirt from earlier unbuttoned at the top and tie long forgotten, black slacks hugged his thighs exactly how they should be.
You frowned at his stone faced expression, putting on an exaggerated smile, “You know smiling doesn’t actually kill people.”
“Good thing.”
“Alright you two,” your dad intervened, clapping Leon on the back with his hand, “let’s not bicker for tonight okay? Get out of here, y/n. We’ll see you in the morning!” Your dad walked away, headed back to the living room to watch the rest of the sports game. Leon slowly turned around and headed to the kitchen, you followed close behind to grab your purse from the kitchen counter.
Leon grabbed a glass from the cupboard, going to the sink to fill it with water. He was silent, head bowed down like he was drowning any sort of unwanted noise. You leaned against the counter, fiddling with the strap of your purse, debating whether or not you say something.
You watched his forearm strain as he gripped the counter, sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows. What will it take for him to treat you like an adult?
“You know…” you began, leaning into the counter more to try and get a better look at Leon’s face.
“Hm?” He grunted, head still pointed towards the sink.
“If you hate me you can just tell me.”
He froze for a second, the glass of water almost overflowing from being caught off guard. If only you knew how wrong that statement was.
“I don’t hate you.”
You scoffed, turning away from him slightly, “Could’ve fooled me.”
Leon shut the tap off, finally shifting his weight and turning to look at you. His face was unreadable; brows furrowed and lips closed in a tight line. His eyes flickered to the kitchen window, a black SUV pulled into the driveway.
“Your ride’s here, you should get going.”
Leon didn’t look back at you, only lifted the glass up to his mouth and took a sip. You frowned, put your purse on your shoulder and turned on your heels out the kitchen.
Like on cue, you got a text from your friend saying they’re out front. You tried not to feel frustrated, but it felt like there was nothing else you could do to get him to stop acting like you were still sixteen. You didn’t even catch him looking at your outfit that you so carefully picked out just to see if he would say anything about it.
You decided not to let that grumpy old man ruin your night, tucking your phone in your purse and headed towards the uber. Tonight was about celebrating the accomplishments of the last four years, and the beginning of the rest of your life.
Leon sighed like his chest was being weighed down, and retreated back to the living room. He was having far too many close calls with you. He didn’t know how much longer he could take tiptoeing around the fact that his feelings were getting stronger for you.
He entered the living room, met by your dad standing by the window, watching the taillights disappear down the street before letting out a quiet sigh.
“They grow up too damn fast.”
Leon hummed absentmindedly beside him, taking another long sip from his glass.
“Feels like yesterday she was asking me to check under her bed for monsters,” your dad smiled to himself, “now she’s graduated college.”
Leon set the glass down on the coffee table harder than he had intended, “She’s done good.”
“The best,” pride softened your dad’s voice, “smartest person I know.”
Leon couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, “Yeah.”
“And stubborn as hell.”
That earned a quiet chuckle, “Definitely gets that from you.”
“Oh, absolutely,” your dad laughed, folding his arms across his chest, still looking out the window, “but she’s got a good head on her shoulders. I don’t worry about her much.” Leon looked down at his hands, picking at the skin of his fingers.
“You should still worry a little.”
Your dad waved him off, “She’s twenty-four, Leon.”
“I know.”
“She can take care of herself.”
“I know.”
“But…” your dad shrugged, “She’s still my kid, afterall.”
Silence settled comfortably between them. After all these years, it never needed filling. Finally, your dad spoke again.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
Leon looked up, “What do you mean?”
“You’ve been around long enough to know that…” He rubbed the back of his neck with an easy smile. “I don’t know, makes me feel better.”
Leon’s stomach tightened, that weight felt heavier by the second.
“You’ve always looked out for her.”
Leon’s fingers stilled completely.
“If she ever needed anything,” he laughed quietly, “I know you’d be there before I even got the phone call.” Leon swallowed.
“Of course.”
“I mean it,” your dad rested a hand on his shoulder, “there’s nobody I’d trust more with my daughter than you.”
For a moment, Leon forgot to breathe. All he could do was manage a nod, “I won’t let anything happen to her.”
“I know you won’t.” Your dad squeezed his shoulder once before he turned away from the window, sitting back down on the couch to watch the rest of the game. Leon remained by the window, motionless.
The house suddenly felt unbearably quiet. There’s nobody I’d trust more with my daughter than you.
As he closed his eyes, the sentence still echoed in his mind. It was exactly why this had to stop. Exactly why he kept looking away every time you smiled at him, why he’d spent years pretending your jokes weren’t funny. He’d convinced himself that distance was kindness, because your father had given him something he’d spent his whole life earning.
Trust.
And somewhere along the way, Leon had made the mistake of falling for the one person he should never have.
Your hair stuck to the back of your neck as you danced in the crowd of people. The air was hot, the floors were sticky, your typical college town bar. But you couldn’t be more than bothered as you danced with your friends, the buzz in your head got louder after each drink consumed.
When your feet started to kill from your boots, and the feeling of your skin sticking to your clothes was overstimulating, you and your friends manoeuvred out from the crowd and found an empty table to sit at. Your head was light as a feather from the alcohol, adrenaline and spirits high.
The time on your phone read one-thirty in the morning, meaning the bar would be closing in thirty minutes. Your friends were all sorting out their respective rides home, and you realized that you weren’t sure how you were going to get back to your parents’ house.
The bar was forty minutes from home, meaning taking an uber yourself would be expensive. You could stay at a friend’s place, but you didn’t pack an overnight bag. The last thing you could think of would be calling your dad, but knowing him he’d sleep right through his phone ringing.
Unless… Fuck.
You could call Leon.
As much as you would rather sleep on the street than call Leon to give you a ride home, there was no other option. He was a light sleeper so he’d hear your call, and it was cheaper than an uber home. You dialed his number and held the phone up to your ear, using your other hand to cover your other ear from the music and chatter.
After two rings, Leon answered, “Hello?”
“Leon?”
“y/n? Are you alright?” His voice was gruff, and the shuffling of bedsheets could be heard from the other end of the line. You paused for a second, almost forgetting why you called him in the first place.
“Yes! Yes, I’m fine,” you shouted into the phone, “sorry, I totally just woke you up.”
“No, I was awake. I was…” Leon paused, “Is there something you need, y/n?” You could feel the annoyance through the phone. You brushed it off, mostly because you were too drunk to care, and you’d be shit out of luck if he won’t pick you up.
“Yeah actually, um…” You nervously threaded your fingers through your hair, eyes rapidly scanned the bar. “Could you pick me up from the bar? It closes in thirty and I don’t have any other way home.”
You weren’t sure if you couldn’t hear anything on the other line due to the loud environment, or if Leon had already hung up. You played at your bottom lip with your teeth, impatiently waiting for an answer. You heard muffling on Leon’s end, and the quiet jingle of keys.
“Meet me out front in thirty minutes.”
“But it takes forty minutes to get here-” You failed to finish your sentence as Leon hung up the phone. At least he was kind enough to not leave you stranded. You and your friends walked up to the front doors to say goodbye, promising you would text them as soon as Leon got you. Until then, you settled on a barstool and ordered a final drink for the night.
Leon’s Porsche idled outside the bar for five minutes. After he drove like a professional racecar driver, he texted you that he was out front, then texted you a minute later when you hadn’t answered. His fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel as he watched the front door, people slowly filed out the closer it got to close. But you had still yet to walk out that front door.
He stared at his phone, the time finally switched to two am. Before he’d convince himself not to, he turned the engine off and made his way to the front door of the bar.
There was no debating whether or not Leon would drive all this way to come get you. Of course he would, your dad had been correct when he said Leon looked out for you. But everything that came after the protectiveness for you, was uncharted territory. And it had to stay that way. He would go in, put you in his car, and pray that the alcohol would put you fast asleep in the passenger seat.
As Leon approached the door, the bouncer put his hand up to block him.
“Sorry sir, bar is closed-”
“-Lookin’ for someone,” Leon barely replied to the bouncer as he shoulder shoved him out the way, not even straining a muscle as he entered the dimly lit bar.
He scanned the environment; beer bottles and plastic cups littered the tables, tacky neon lights covered the walls, bartenders were closing up, people were leaving, except for two still at the bar.
That’s when he saw you. You were sitting in a barstool, legs crossed and hands fiddling with your purse straps. What Leon also couldn’t miss was the man that stood next to you, talking loudly but not very coherently.
Nothing about this Leon liked, actually. He could tell this guy was drunk by the way he kept swaying, and his head kept so obviously bobbing down to get a good look at your cleavage. Your back was facing Leon, but he didn’t need to see your face to know that you definitely didn’t stick around purposefully for this guy.
He watched closely; the guy leaned in a little closer as he laughed at some stupid joke he tried to make, watched as you leaned deeper into your seat to keep enough distance from him. She’s fine, Leon tried to tell himself.
The guy extended his hand to reach the backrest of your stool, and Leon could feel his eyebrows tensing. All he had to do was call out your name, not make a scene and this guy would back the fuck off-
He placed his hand on your upper thigh.
In two big strides Leon walked up next to you, yanking the guy’s hand off your leg and forced himself in front of you.
“Alright, night’s over.”
Your head whipped up to look at Leon. You instinctively sat up closer to him, your shoulder pressed against the back of his arm. The guy scoffed, stumbled back and slammed his side into the bar.
“Hey man, we’re trying to have a nice conversation here,” The guy slurred, raising his hand to place it on Leon’s shoulder to shove him aside. Before his hand even grazed Leon’s black leather jacket, Leon caught his wrist and twisted it behind his back in one practiced movement.
“Don’t even think about fucking touching me.” Leon’s voice was low and controlled, but the tight frown lines on his face said different.
“Leon stop it!” You hopped off of the stool, legs a little unstable when you landed, but grabbed at Leon’s wrists to try and free them. For a split second Leon finally looked down and met your eyes. They were wild and pupils were blown, brows furrowed pleading Leon to let go.
“Get the fuck off me dude!” The guy whined, now partially bent over the bar from his arm being twisted so high up. If you hadn’t been right next to Leon, begging him to stop, this guy would’ve been taught a lesson for harassing women at bars. But instead Leon’s grip loosened, shoving the guy hard into the sealed wood of the bar and turning away.
Leon immediately put his hand on your lower back to guide you out the bar, took your purse from your trembling hands and slung it on his shoulder. As the two of you exited out the door, the bouncer tried to confront Leon again to which he only ignored and made his way to his car.
He opened the passenger door for you and you clumsily hopped in, finally letting out a breath you felt like you’d been holding in for hours. Leon put your purse on the floor of the backseat before he got in the front, the car roared to life and sped off immediately.
Leon’s knuckles were turning white as he gripped the steering wheel, the Porsche flew down the street passing all the other cars in a blur. The lights flashing by and every jolted movement as he drove was making you dizzy, that buzz in your head still not faded.
“Wanna slow down before I barf everywhere?” You looked over at Leon, his eyes fixed on the road, brows still stuck knotted on his face since he entered the bar. He didn’t say anything, but let off the gas pedal just enough to keep the alcohol from coming up your stomach.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t talk to you directly at the bar, and hadn’t said a single word since he drove off. Typical Leon to come in like that and save your ass like you depend on it. You couldn’t deny that the guy was making you uncomfortable, and was slightly relieved when Leon stepped in, but you wanted to prove that you could handle yourself.
“You embarrassed me.” Your voice was firm, not overconfidently but enough to show that you didn’t rely on his help. Leon didn’t flinch, still looked straight out the windshield. “I said you embarrassed me.”
“I heard you,” Leon muttered, engine roaring as he went to change lanes.
“I had it handled.”
“You didn’t.”
“I did,” you spoke louder than you meant, leaning out of your seat more to try and look at his face, “he was just drunk.”
“He put his hand on you.” His eyes flickered for barely a second at your lap, the sight of that guy’s hand gripping your thigh flashing back like a nightmare.
“I would’ve dealt with it.”
“You shouldn’t have had to,” Leon’s voice stayed level. Controlled. Almost emotionless. It only made your frustration worse. Who was he to tell you what you should or shouldn’t be doing? Why all of the sudden was now the time for him to act like he cared about you?
You laughed bitterly, “God, there you go again.” Leon gripped the steering wheel tighter, adjusting himself in his seat awkwardly.
“There I go what?”
“Fucking acting like I’m still a kid,” there was nothing that Leon could say. “You’ve been doing it for years.”
“I was trying to-”
“-No,” you cut him off, “you don’t get to tell me what you were trying to do.” Your voice shook, confronting Leon about this was the last thing you thought you were going to do tonight.
“I have spent years trying to figure out what I have been doing wrong,” your voice cracked despite your best efforts, Leon still glued to the road but you could tell he was listening, “I kept thinking maybe I talk too much, maybe I annoyed you, maybe I was embarrassing.”
Leon’s jaw tightened.
“I even picked out this stupid outfit tonight because…” You let out a humourless laugh, “...because I thought maybe if I looked a little older you’d stop treating me like I’m sixteen.”
Leon closed his eyes for half a second; just long enough to hate himself.
“I even asked you tonight if you hated me,” your eyes finally turned to look at him, voice barely above a whisper, “and you still can’t even look at me.”
The silence after was long, almost suffocating your lungs. You swallowed the remaining air left in the car, eyes scoured the profile of his face.
“So tell me, what have I done that makes you hate me so much?”
For several seconds, nothing happened. Leon was stopped at a red light, the only sound that could be heard was the engine humming. All he could do was laugh. It was the quiet, exhausted laugh of someone who’d finally run out of strength to keep this up.
“You really think I hate you?” He wasn’t angry, or condescending in any way, just simply tired.
You looked away again, “I don’t know what else I’m supposed to think, Leon.” His fingers tightened around the steering wheel until the leather cracked underneath his grip.
“You’ve spent years avoiding me, you barely look at me, you only ever talk to me when you have to,” each sentence landed harder in Leon’s chest than the last.
Every decision he’d convinced himself had been protecting you suddenly looked different through your eyes. Every step backward, every conversation cut short, every forced goodbye. He’d spent years believing distance was kindness. Somehow, all he’d managed to do was teach you that you were unwanted.
Leon’s breathing began to grow uneven. He tried to answer, but nothing came out. He tried again, and still nothing. He was jolted out of his trance when the car behind him was laying on the horn, head looking up to see the light had turned green.
He blinked, almost as if forgetting where he was, before pressing on the accelerator. Neither of you spoke. He drove through two intersections without seeming to notice where he was going until he finally turned into an empty parking lot overlooking the river. Neither of you moved as the engine stayed running.
Leon’s hands tightened around the steering wheel until his knuckles paled, then loosened just as quickly. He scrubbed a hand over his face, exhaling through his nose before he reached for the gear selector.
His fingers wrapped around it, but never shifted into drive. Instead, his hand slowly fell back into his lap.
If he answered you now, there would be no taking the words back.
“I've spent years…” He started, but stopped immediately. His throat felt impossibly tight. “...trying to convince myself this would fix itself.”
You frowned, “What would?” He laughed again, though there wasn't an ounce of humor left in it.
“You'd graduate,” he paused, “you'd get a job, move away…” His eyes stayed fixed on the dashboard “...You’d meet somebody.”
The corner of his mouth twitched into a tired smile, “I kept waiting for something to make this easier.” His voice dropped to barely above a whisper, “It never did.”
He swallowed hard, “So I kept telling myself the same thing, you were nothing but my best friend’s daughter.” The words came out slowly, dragged out of him one painful sentence at a time.
Your eyebrows immediately creased the moment Leon finished his sentence. You watched his frame as it slumped towards the steering wheel, eyes stared through the windshield.
“I said it every summer, every Christmas, every dinner at your parents’ house,” Leon let out a tired breath, “every time your dad asked me to drive you somewhere. I kept waiting for the day I’d look at you and only see my best friend’s kid again.”
His laugh came back, quieter this time, “I’ve been waiting for years.”
Finally, he turned to look at you. Really look at you, for the first time in what felt like forever. His icy blue eyes were tired, red around the edges, filled with something you’d never seen before. You leaned closer to the middle console of the car, lips parted and eyes fluttering up at him.
“I noticed everything,” his voice barely carried, “when you cut your hair, when you started wearing your mom’s perfume, when you laughed so hard you’d snort and immediately pretend you hadn’t.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, a tired smile formed over Leon’s face.
“I’d leave your parents’ house and spend the drive home trying to remember what your laugh sounded like.”
He looked at you for what felt like forever, shoulders hunched towards you, eyes scanned every feature of your delicate face.
“You think I hate you.” It wasn’t a question anymore, it sounded like disbelief. “I avoid you because every time I look at you… I forget every reason I’m supposed to stay away.”
“I don’t hate you,” the words were barely louder than a whisper, “I can’t.” You felt your breath catch, goosebumps covered your entire body. The words hung between you, Leon let out a long breath.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore,” his muscles relaxed in defeat, “I don’t know how to stop.”
The words settled over you like a wave. For years, you’d replayed every conversation the two of you had ever shared, searching for the moment you’d ruined whatever chance there might have been of Leon ever liking you. Every joke he’d barely acknowledged, every conversation cut short, every time he’d look everywhere except at you.
You’d spent years convincing yourself those moments were proof that you simply weren’t enough. Now, one confession had rewritten every single memory. The hug at graduation, walking away before he looked at you too long.
None of it had been indifference, it had been restraint. You felt tears sting your eyes before you even realized you were crying.
How could you have been so blind?
You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing. “So…” Your voice cracked when you finally tried to speak, “...you never hated me?”
Leon frowned immediately. His answer came without hesitation, “Never.”
The tears spilled over before you could stop them, slipping down your cheeks like raindrops. “I wasted so much time.” Leon’s eyebrows knitted together.
“What?”
“I spent years trying to become someone you’d actually look at,” your laugh came out shaky, “I thought I just wasn’t enough.”
“Why now? After all of these years, were there ever…” You stopped yourself, but Leon waited. He would always wait. “...were there ever times you wanted to tell me?”
He smiled, but not an ounce of happiness behind his eyes. Just exhaustion. “Every day.”
Your breath caught.
“I’d leave your parents’ house telling myself that it was the last time I’d let myself look at you.” He laughed quietly, “I never made it through the next visit.” Ever so slightly, Leon shifted himself more facing you. His hands reluctantly let go of the steering wheel, stiff and awkward in his lap.
“Seeing you tonight, the way that guy was treating you,” his voice was low, almost poisonous, “I remembered being an asshole doesn’t have an age range. And I know I’m going to hate myself for telling you all of this, I think it would be far worse if I never said anything.”
His eyes diverted down to his lap, the slightest hint of rose on his cheeks. You had to be careful with your next move. The wrong words or movement could mortify Leon into never seeing you again.
For the first time you’d known him, Leon looked afraid. Not of monsters, of dying, or another mission. He was afraid of you.
His shoulders looked smaller somehow, like years of carrying this secret had finally become too heavy. You’d never seen him look so… human.
You almost reached for him. Almost. Your hand hovered over the center console before stopping. For years he’d been pulling away, and some irrational part of you expected him to do it again.
But he didn’t. So you closed the remaining distance, delicately sliding your fingers into Leon’s palms. His hands were rigid in yours, afraid to move a muscle, afraid to do something that he didn’t want to regret.
He still hadn’t looked back up. You studied him quietly; the furrow between his brows, the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes wouldn’t move from his lap. He couldn’t even bear to see your reaction.
“Leon…” Nothing. Your thumb brushed softly across his knuckles. “Can you look at me?” Your voice was calm and quiet, patiently watching as Leon lifted his head, his blue eyes finally met yours.
“I’m sorry.” Leon looked confused.
“For what?”
“For thinking you hated me,” your voice was a whisper. “I spent years resenting you, and all this time, you were hurting too.” Another tear slipped free, a weak laugh escaped your lips.
“I think why it really bothered me that you treated me like a child was because,” your throat got dry the longer Leon held your eye contact, “because I wanted you to see me as something more than that.”
Leon searched your face, almost as though he still couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “So you did?” A watery laugh escaped you.
“I spent years wishing you would look at me,” you shook your head, smiling despite the tears gathering in your eyes, “but somewhere along the way, I stopped wishing you’d look at me.”
His brows furrowed slightly.
“I started wishing…” You took a deep breath, “...that you’d stop looking away.”
The words settled between you. For the first time that night, neither of you rushed to fill the silence. You simply looked at one another, really looked. No walls, no excuses, no pretending.
The tension that had existed between you for years suddenly felt different. Not gone, but no longer something either of you had to carry alone.
Leon still looked uncertain; as though he was waiting for you to change your mind, waiting for reality to catch up with him. His eyes searched yours, looking for hesitation, and he found none.
You smiled, a small, reassuring smile that seemed to soften something in him, “So don’t.”
His expression faltered, “...Don’t what?”
You lifted your free hand and gently brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, your fingertips lingering for only a moment.
“Don’t look away anymore.”
For a heartbeat, Leon simply stared at you. The corners of his mouth lifted into the smallest smile you’d ever seen from him. One not born from confidence, but from relief.
His forehead rested lightly against yours, “I don’t think I can,” his voice was barely audible, “I don’t think I want to anymore.”
Leon’s hands relaxed in yours, fingers interlocking together. You just smiled, a final tear slipped down your face as you watched Leon’s face brighten. A truly, happy smile stretched across his lips, his thumb rose to swipe the tear streaks away from your cheeks.
Suddenly the car felt very quiet. You could hear the shaky breaths that left Leon’s lips, realizing now just how close you were to his face when his breath fanned across your face.
Your eyes scanned his face rapidly; going back and forth from his eyes, the swoop of hair over his forehead, his plush lips glistened with saliva. Your heart drummed in your chest, you could feel your hands getting clammy in the grasp of his. Leon only squeezed them gently, settling your nerves.
Leon was transfixed on your face, studying every freckle and the swirling mix of your eyes. His head swirled with emotion, wondering whether any of this was actually real. He had imagined this confession countless of times, and this outcome was not even an option for him. Slowly, he leaned down towards you, the restraints on his body getting looser and looser.
Your faces were only inches apart, noses softly brushed against one another, lips just ghosted over his, feeling frozen in place. Your eyelashes fluttered closed, chin tilted just an inch upwards to meet Leon. His lips so delicately rested on yours, breaths intertwining, to only pull back the moment you went to close the gap.
“I can’t,” he groaned, face still close enough to yours you could analyse every lash lining his eyes, “You’ve been drinking.”
“Not anymore,” you explained, hands leaving Leon’s and trailed up his shoulders, “I’ve never been so sure of something in my life.”
Leon’s brows creased, his hand slowly came to caress the side of your face, thumb brushed against your cheek. He let out a deep exhale, like years of repressing these feelings for you were all rapidly coming to the surface.
“Fuck y/n,” the words muddled together as he leaned in, lips finally making contact with yours. This kiss was slow, still unsure of the situation, but slowly that uneasiness melted away once you kissed him back.
Your lips moved in sync like they were meant for each other. You breathed hard out of your nose as Leon kissed deeper, the hand on your cheek moved to the back of your neck to push you closer against his mouth. Your hands moved from his shoulders to up the nape of his neck, fingernails scratched against his scalp.
The two of you attempted to lean in closer to each other, only the middle console of the car was restricting you from flushing your chest to his. While still kissing him, you rose from the passenger seat and swung your leg over the console, somewhat clumsily landing in Leon’s lap.
He groaned deep into your mouth when you sat yourself down on him, hands slid around your waist to grasp at your lower back. You only kissed back harder, threading your fingers through the silvery blond hair, very subtly rocking your hips over his lap.
The inside of the car only rose with temperature, the windows began to fog the more your hot breaths mixed and the harder you ground down on Leon’s lap. You could feel him stiffening beneath you, his hips ground along with yours, hands travelling down to grip on your ass.
Leon’s lips left your lips and trail down your jaw, sucking on the skin just under your ear eliciting a moan, head craning back to give him more access to your neck.
“Oh my god,” you exhaled as he kissed down your neck, teeth nibbling along the column and tongue licking over the sweet spots. He hummed in response, looking up at your flustered face.
“So so beautiful on top of me like that,” his voice was like velvet to your ears, fingers pressing deeper into the plush skin of your ass, a wet kiss encapsulating your right collarbone. He popped his lips off of your skin, picking his head up to meet your gaze, “you still okay, sweetheart?”
Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the pet name, having Leon go from barely uttering any words to you to sweetheart was intoxicating. You nodded, smiling wide as your fingers scratched at the stubble on his face, “Never been better.”
“Good,” Leon kissed the corner of your mouth, trailing his kisses back down to your neck. He inched further down, licking along your collarbone, and placed a kiss to the top of your breast. His eyes flickered back up to yours, looking for permission.
You nodded quickly, hands going to the hem of your top and pulled it up and off of your head, skin immediately covered in goosebumps from the air.
Leon analysed your chest, not in a lustful way but more of taking in the moment. He looked back up at you, tongue licked at his bottom lip with a newfound hunger.
“Look at you,” he cooed, his right hand swiping its thumb across your hardened nipple, “such a pretty girl.”
Your breath shuddered when Leon’s thumb and index finger pinched at the peak, rolling it around before going to cup the entire breast. He watched your face get redder, lip caught between your teeth, and hips squirming against him.
You let out a high moan when Leon dipped to kiss the unattended breast, lips locking around the nipple, tongue swirling around the bud. Your back arched as he kissed you, sucking harder on your nipple and hand massaging the other breast.
You threw your head back, breaths became more erratic as Leon continued to work on you, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Your back arched more, your body leaning away from him when the sensation became all too much.
Only the further you leaned backward, a loud HONK made you jump in Leon’s lap, a piercing yelp left your mouth. Leon unlatched from your breast, looking behind you to see your back rested against the horn of the steering wheel.
Leon let out a dry chuckle, hands wrapped around you rub up and down your exposed back when he noticed your chest heaving.
“Scared the shit out of me,” you croaked, scooting further towards Leon in the seat and rested your forehead on his shoulder. He kissed your temple, nails gently scratched along your back.
“What do you say we get in the back?”
You picked your head up and smiled, nodding eagerly, “Yeah, okay.” With some effort, you lifted yourself off of Leon’s lap, awkwardly shifted around in the car to climb to the backseat. You lay across the seats, head resting against the window.
Leon wasn’t too far behind, having an even harder time squeezing himself through the two front seats and climbing on top of you in the back. His hips slotted in between your legs, one hand leaned on the door to prop himself up.
“Comfortable?”
“Much better,” you smiled, hands reaching up to scratch his stubble again, “I thought I wasn’t even allowed to eat in this car, let alone all of this.”
Leon’s Porsche was the child he never had. You had to wipe your shoes before getting in, the only drink he allowed was water, and absolutely no food in the car. You thought it was ridiculous the amount he cared for this car, but tonight you could appreciate the cleanliness.
Leon huffed, head nudged your hands with a crooked smile on his face, “I’ll make an exception just this once.” He dropped his head to kiss your lips, tongue hungrily swiped your bottom lip, prodding your mouth open.
You moaned into the kiss, your hands moved to grip on Leon’s jacket and attempted to shrug it off his shoulders. He picked up on it in an instant, pulling away to take off the jacket, dropping it to the floor.
He was wearing a black compression shirt underneath, because this man didn’t seem to know that loose fitting clothes exist. You could practically see every muscle through the shirt, but it wasn’t good enough.
“Take your shirt off too,” you pleaded, jetting out your lip in a pout. Leon smirked, grabbing at the collar of his shirt.
“Yes ma’am,” the shirt swiftly pulled over his head, dropping the fabric on the floor with the jacket.
His chest was illuminated from the streetlights outside, a warm glow was cast over his body. His abs tensed with every breath he took, pecs and biceps bulged before you.
“This is so much better than watching you workout in my backyard,” you confessed, leaning up and reaching a hand to feel along his stomach.
“So you were watching me?” Leon teased, meeting you in the middle and pressed his bare chest against yours. Your hard nipples absorbed Leon’s body heat, your skin getting warmer by the second.
You blushed at his comment, kissing the side of his mouth and uttering, “Maybe.”
“Aw baby, don’t get shy on me now,” his voice was thick in your ear, chills ran down your spine. “I like it when you look at me.”
“You do?”
“A little too much,” he kissed the shell of your ear, guiding you to lay back down on the seats. His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from your face, then grabbed gently at your chin to tilt upwards.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
You nodded eagerly, your arms wrapped around his neck. “Yes please.” You planted your lips back onto his, tongues immediately jutted out and danced with one another.
Leon’s beard scratched against your chin as he kissed you, hand gripped on your jaw to keep your head in place. His hips rolled against yours, the friction of his jeans against your shorts created a puddle between your legs.
You moaned as Leon kissed deeper, your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, hips bucked up to meet him in a rhythm. Leon pulled off your lips with a clack, moving down your body, peppering kisses along your chest, breasts, sternum, down to the waistband of your shorts.
You lifted your hips as Leon curled his fingers around your shorts, pulling them down and off your legs. He grabbed ahold of your knees, spreading them apart to see the lacy black thong that was underneath, the middle already soaking wet.
Leon shifted further down, head nestled between your legs, kissing the inside of your thigh. Your breath hitched, thighs tried to close together but Leon kept them wide open.
“Stay still for me baby,” he purred, turning his head to kiss the other leg. His nose bumped against your clothed clit as he shifted, causing your hips to buck and a moan escaped your mouth.
“W-wait,” your hand reached for Leon’s head, fingers tangling in the blond locks. He looked up at you, one brow arched.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just,” you stuttered, unsure of how you wanted to word this, “I’ve never… had someone do what you’re about to do.”
Leon’s head tilted to the side, frown formed on his face, “You’ve never had someone go down on you before?”
You shook your head, your cheeks felt impossibly hot. “Not really. Every time I’d ask there was always some excuse.”
Leon could feel his blood begin to boil, but only let out a deep exhale before the anger rose to the surface. If only he had gotten to you sooner, he could’ve made sure you were taken care of.
“Well allow me to take care of you, alright?” You could only nod, relaxing your fingers in his hair and relaxing your muscles. Once Leon felt the tension in your legs dissipate, he got to work.
His head dipped back down, looking over the black panties that covered your core. He placed a gentle kiss to your clit over the panties, his fingers felt over the wet spot by your entrance.
You bit back a moan, teeth sank down on your lip so hard you could break skin. Leon’s fingers hooked around your panties and moved them to the side, your bare core exposed. It glistened with slick, clit pulsing red from grinding against Leon’s jeans, begging to be touched.
You could feel Leon’s breath fan over your core, his arms wrapped around your thighs and pressed them down on the seat. You were locked in place, unable to move, and you could feel yourself spiraling. What if you don’t… taste good? Is that something to worry about?
But then the last thing on your mind were worries when Leon’s tongue licked a fat stripe from your hole to your clit, a loud broken moan erupted from your chest.
He licked another stripe, separating your folds with his tongue and stopped at your clit, swirling around the bud. Your jaw slacked open, fingers tightened on Leon’s hair when he flicked his tongue over your clit like a lightswitch.
You thought you were losing vision when his lips closed around the bundle of nerves, sucking hard and fast. Your legs begged to close together and squeezed against Leon’s head, but his arms kept them pinned open the more he devoured your core.
“Oh my- fuck Leon,” your words slurred together, legs began to feel like jelly and butterflies arose in your stomach. Leon responded by humming around your clit, the vibrations sent shivers up your spine.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, Leon teased two fingers around your entrance, slowly easing them in by the knuckle. He lapped at your clit while pumping his fingers inside of you, using that ‘come here’ motion to stimulate that sensitive spot inside you.
A rippling moan burst through you, throwing your head back and bumping the car door behind you but all you could focus on was the intense pleasure in between your legs. The knot in the bottom of your stomach began to tighten, muscles tensing and toes curling the faster Leon’s fingers thrust inside of you.
Your walls constricted around his fingers, causing Leon to look up and meet your gaze. He watched your body writhe before him, hips struggling to stay still, face contorting in all sorts of expressions, it only made him want to work harder.
Leon once again closed his lips around your clit creating a forceful suction, fingers reaching deeper to that special spot, encouraging you to find that release. You let out a loud whine, eyes screwing shut as that final edge is reached, your body stilled with your orgasm.
Your knees couldn’t help but close around Leon’s head as the waves crashed into you, breaths shallow and shaky and the muffling of noise in your ears. Leon continued to pump his fingers to help you ride out your high, only slowing down and pulling out once he could hear your breaths deepening.
He stayed nestled in between your thighs, giving a gentle kiss to your throbbing clit and the insides of your legs. Your legs fell to Leon’s sides, still tingling with pleasure as his hands softly rubbed the outsides.
He crawled back up to meet you, head dipped down to inspect your face. “You back down to earth, sweetheart?”
You could barely let out a laugh from still trying to catch your breath, eyes fluttered open to meet the blue irises of Leon. He smiled wide, lips glistened with your slick and hair tousled from your fingers gripping it so hard.
“How… the hell… did you learn to do that?” That earned a chuckle out of Leon, hand reached for your flushed face and brushed his thumb across your bottom lip. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, your back arched to press your chest to his.
“Many years of experience,” he hummed, kissing the tip of your nose. You nudged your chin to chase his lips with your own, the sweet and salty taste of your slick coated your tongue.
The air in the car was hot and thick, the windows completely fogged over and smudged with Leon’s hand prints from propping himself up. Beads of sweat coated Leon’s chest, cascading down his stomach and dripped onto the flesh of your belly.
Your lips parted from the kiss, a thin line of saliva connected your mouths, and your eyes trailed down to his hips. They ground into your bare heat, the rock hard imprint on his jeans nudged against you, begging to be released.
You slid a hand down to his crotch, palming over the length, eliciting a throaty groan from Leon.
“You feel so big,” you whispered, dipping your fingers behind the waistband of his jeans, feeling the deep v-line by his pelvis. Leon’s hips stilled, but didn’t pull back your hand. He only focused your gaze back to him, eyes bright and reading your expression.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he whispered back, “I’m more than happy to just make you feel good.”
You smiled softly, pulling your fingers back to unbutton the top of his jeans. “You fucking me would make me feel good,” your smiled turns wicked as you pulled down the zipper, snaking your hand around Leon’s cock through his briefs.
Leon hissed through his teeth, his cock pulsating around your hand, heat radiated off of it as your hand slowly stroked him. You bit your lip when you saw the small wet patch on his briefs, the precum already oozed out of him from just eating you out.
“You got me there baby,” he groaned, hands released yours from him and pulled down his jeans and briefs in one motion, just enough so his cock sprung free.
Your eyes involuntarily widened when Leon’s cock slapped his stomach as it released, then is immediately weighed down from the sheer size and girth of it. You watched as Leon grabbed ahold of his cock, covering the length with his precum, pumping it slowly in his hand.
It dropped to your belly when he let go, you still completely taken back from just how heavy it looked. Leon’s hands reached for your face as he noticed you eyeing him, a reassuring smile over his lips.
“We’ll take it slow, okay?” He nodded as he spoke, and you nodded along with him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He leaned down to give a soft peck to your lips before moving his hands back down, one pulling apart your thighs and the other grabbing the base of his cock.
You moaned the second the tip made contact with your core, separating your folds and swiping through all that sticky sweetness. The hand on your thigh slid up your waist to grab a handful of your breast, squeezing the flesh between his fingers. You lip pouted as Leon teased you, your hips bucked against his tip, begging to be filled up.
“Leon, please,” you moaned, your fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulders. He smirked, playfully slapping your tit before grasping it again and jerking his hips so his cock slid in between your folds.
“Shh baby,” he cooed, lining his cock up to your entrance, the tip just nestled its way through, “I’ll give you what you want.”
In one long, drawn out thrust, Leon slid his cock inside of you, stretching out your gummy walls until it was at its capacity. Your back arched to the sky, eyes wired shut and a whimper escaped your lips.
“Oh fuck!” Your knees pressed against Leon’s sides, walls clenched so tight around his cock he could’ve assumed this was your first time. He stilled his hips inside of you, letting you adjust to the size and slow down your breathing.
“Hey, relax for me y/n,” he whispered against your lips, hand slid in between your legs to play with your clit with his fingers. He kissed you softly, lips grounding against yours as your heart rate began to slow down.
With the assistance of Leon stimulating your clit, your core relaxed around his cock and released the death grip it had on him. Slowly, Leon drew his cock all the way back to just the tip before filling you up once again.
You had never felt so stuffed in your life. You could feel every vein that throbbed along his length, you could feel the tip gently kiss at your cervix every time he bottomed out.
“You’re so- fucking big,” you stuttered, rolling your hips to try and match the slow rhythm of Leon’s thrusts. You felt his cock twitch at your words, breaking the rhythm and picking up the pace.
“Yeah? You like the way this dick fills you up?”
“Mhm,” you whined, the increasing pace of his thrusts and his fingers on your clit blurred your vision. Leon slid his hand from your breast to your jaw, tilting it to have you look straight ahead at him.
“Taking it so well for me sweetheart,” his voice purred, hips snapped into a faster pace and slapping against your own. Your mouth slacked from Leon prying it open, brows knit together in pleasure as he hit that sweet spot like a bullseye.
Your chest pressed against his, hips bucked at every thrust, your nails raked up and down his back that will most definitely leave marks later. Leon’s forehead rested on yours, eyes locked on your face so intensely, watching every muscle contort to each pump of his cock.
For the second time that night, the knot was tightening deep in your stomach, like the gradual rumble of thunder before the storm. You clenched around Leon’s cock, the constriction stuttering his pace and jerking his hips so his cock angled right up against your cervix.
“I’m gonna- gonna cum Leon-” You barely breathed out, jaw ached from Leon holding it open. Your legs shook beside him, the tautness in your belly bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
“I can feel you getting close,” Leon grunted, his hand slipped free from your face to grip tight around your waist, his movements getting more irregular. “Cum for me baby, please.”
Leon rutted in your core, slamming thrust after thrust into your sweet spot, a loud cry escaping from your mouth as the knot snaps.
Every muscle in your body locked in place as the waves of your orgasm crashed into you, walls clenched around Leon so tight it could restrict blood flow. Your thighs shivered uncontrollably, breath caught in your lungs as Leon’s thrusts got sloppier as he worked through your orgasm.
The noise around your ears muffled, your core so sensitive and overstimulated you didn’t notice when Leon pulled out, rapidly stroking his cock and cumming all over your stomach.
Leon groaned overtop of you, each thick rope of cum shot out the slit and pooled on your belly, hot and sticky to the touch. Leon pressed his hand on the car door with more force, preventing himself from slipping and completely crushing you.
“y/n, gotta breathe for me baby,” your eyes fluttered open not even realizing they were closed, Leon’s other hand stroked your cheek to get your attention. That moment you let out a deep breath, lungs expelled the air trapped inside and refilling just as quickly.
The two of you just breathed for a few moments, chests heaving against one another, skin sticking from the sweat and heat of the car. You swallowed hard, finally catching your breath and focused on Leon’s face. His hair fell over his eyes, brows creased, tongue swiping his bottom lip as he came down from his orgasm too.
“Could’ve cum inside, less of a mess,” you whispered, eyes trailed down to the puddle of milky cum seeping into your bellybutton. He chuckled, a deep sigh rolling from his chest.
“Noted. Next time,” he whispered back, voice gruff with exhaustion.
“Next time?”
“What, you thought this was just a one time kind of thing?” Leon smirked, fingers threaded through your hair and pushed it out of your eyes. You smiled wide back, shaking your head.
“No, I didn’t think this was a one time thing.”
“Good,” he leaned and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “not giving you up that easy anymore.”
You encapsulated his lips with yours, passion coursed through the kiss as your mouths moved in a perfect rhythm. Although your body was already hot, another warmth spread through your veins that you’d never experienced before.
A sense of belonging, of security, something you could really only explain as a true love.
Leon carefully helped to clean you up, using tissues in the glovebox to wipe up his spend, carefully cleaning between your legs as they still shook. He collected the pieces of clothing strewn on the floor, making sure you were dressed and comfortable before dressing himself.
He opened the door of the backseat after making sure no one was around (well past 3am at this point) and helped you settle back into the passenger seat, leaning over your exhausted body to buckle your seatbelt. You couldn’t help but plant a sloppy kiss at his neck as he reached, resulting in a couple of heated kisses before he got back into the driver’s seat.
The drive back home was peaceful. Before, the tension had been thick, neither of you stealing a glance and the resentment at an all time high.
Now, as the car hummed down the street there was still a silence, but you felt like you were finally able to breathe. The radio played softly, stars still twinkling in the sky above, and Leon’s hand rested gently on your thigh.
You noticed him looking in your direction every couple minutes or so, whether the slightest turn of his head to ‘check his mirrors’, or fully leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek at a red light.
You smiled when you felt Leon’s hand squeeze your thigh, the tiniest of gestures overflowing your heart with the adoration and joy you had been craving for so many years, and you could tell it was bringing the same amount of joy to Leon too.
Leon tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, but along to the music rather than trying to conceal any anxiety. His features were much more relaxed, shoulders pulled back and even the smallest hint of a smile the whole ride home.
A weight he had been bearing for so long was finally lifted off his shoulders. This huge secret that had been eating away at him for so long was finally out in the open, and it couldn’t have gone any better than it had. He cursed himself for not trying to reconcile your hardship years ago, but it also could’ve ended in a much different way.
You had almost drifted off to sleep once Leon turned onto your street, the Porsche gliding its way into the driveway. The porch light was still on, waiting for you to come home, but the window of your parents’ bedroom was dark.
Your parents.
The very reason why Leon had been pushing you away, concealing his feelings for all of these years, and now you had to figure out a way to tell them.
You felt your skin go cold, hair sticking up on the back of your neck just from imagining how you would tell your dad. No wonder Leon kept this a secret for so long.
It seemed like Leon was thinking the same thing. He shut the engine off, eyes looking at the house for longer than normal. Neither of you moved or spoke, both coming to the realization of the situation.
“I don’t know what tomorrow looks like,” he muttered, still staring at the house, “or any other day after tonight, to be honest.”
You shifted in your seat to face him, putting your hand on top of his still resting on your thigh.
“You don’t have to know tonight, or tomorrow for that matter,” your thumb brushed over the top of his hand, “one step at a time.”
“One step at a time,” he repeated softly, finally turning his head to look at you. His blue eyes looked brighter than you’d seen them in a while, worry lines softened, and still that gentle upturn of his lips.
Your other hand caressed the side of his face, scratching at his stubble once again with your fingers before leaning in for a kiss.
He kissed you with a fervor, using all the energy he had left to send you off. Your lips parted with a clack, ghosting over each other for a couple seconds more, prolonging ending the night you had never imagined would be a possibility.
“See you on Sunday for dinner?” You asked against his lips, giving another small peck.
“Or tomorrow afternoon, your dad did ask me to join him for a workout,” he mumbled, reciprocating the pecks on your lips.
“Lucky me,” you giggled into the kiss, “definitely won’t be serving any lemonade for you guys.”
“Hm,” you could feel him smile against your lips, finally pulling away for the night. You pushed his hair back with your fingers before turning away to open the door.
As you reached for the door handle, you paused, and took a final look back at Leon. He’s already looking at you, and doesn’t look away. Not anymore. All you do is smile before opening the door.
You stepped out of the Porsche, the cool night air brushing against your skin. As you slung your purse over your shoulder, you looked up at your house, standing exactly as you’d left it a few hours earlier.
Nothing changed. And yet, everything had.
You took a couple steps to the front porch, feet aching from your boots. As you got to the first step, you stopped. Almost instinctively, you turned around. Leon was still sitting behind the wheel, watching you.
For years, he had always been the first to look away. Tonight… he didn’t.
A small smile found its way on your face, you raised a hand in a quiet wave. He returned it; just once, no hesitation, no apology.
You walked to the front door, your heart lighter than it had been in years. For the first time since you’d met him, you weren’t wondering if Leon Kennedy hated you.
You knew. And when you placed your hand on the doorknob, glancing back for a final time, he was still looking.
note: this took me so long to write bc i wanted to do this trope justice, i've missed talking to you guys sm! i might work on some smaller things just to get more fics on my page and make sure i'm not burning myself out haha
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It has no place in fandoms and ‘creative writing’, and it’s so unfortunate that we have to question things so often now, because while it may seem very obvious that a piece was generated, you really can’t be sure (with the exception of the ones that are undeniably obvious).
It’s been years since Leon drank whiskey or bourbon to soothe his sorrows, thanks to you, his wife. But after returning to Racoon City, Leon has had a difficult time going back to normalcy. One night, at dinner, he proposes the two of you drink and have some fun at home if only to get his mind off things. You accept his invitation, knowing his relationship with alcohol isn’t what it used to be, but what you don’t know is the night is about to get filthy.
❥Labels & Warnings: 18+
Explicit sexual content, Smut, Female reader, Resident Evil 9 Leon, Post Resident Evil 9, Husband Leon S. Kennedy, Wife Reader, Established relationship, Long term relationship, Dominant Leon S. Kennedy, Loving Leon S. Kennedy, Reader-insert, Vaginal sex, Rough sex, Drunk sex, Doggy style, Missionary, Cunnilingus, Female oral sex, Squirting (once), Multiple orgasms, Dirty talk, Drunk dirty talk, Use of daddy (twice), Pet names, Use of princess, Creampie, Age gap not implied but it's up to you.
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Credit to @/andyacklesspn for the Leon picture (gif) !!
After returning home from the horrors of his past in Racoon City and nearly dying from Elpis, Leon was a wreck. To say he had it rough after it was all said and done would be a gross understatement. Despite it all, when he did come home to you, his wife, he had a smile on his face. Though, you could see the tinge of hurt in his eyes, the hurt that comes and goes with time, the hurt that breaks your heart.
It takes him a while to decompress from an arduous assignment, but this one was different.
Memories of the past came rushing back while he was in Racoon City, though, those memories crippled him when he came home. He was finally in his safe place, his haven at home with you, and he could finally deal with the emotional turmoil he’s sure Grace and Emily went through as well.
Thankfully, he's been getting better, just at a pace he doesn’t like. Leon wants to break from the familiar mental fog and enjoy his life, right away. He wants to be present with you, at all times.
So when the topic of having a drink came up at tonight’s dinner, Leon took it as a sign to let loose. It’s been months since he had a sip of beer, let alone even looked at the liquor that’s probably drying up in a cabinet somewhere in the kitchen. He only reserves liquor for special occasions like holidays and birthdays, and the odd beer for get-togethers. The two of you have an agreement, you would keep him in line if need be (Leon never needed to be kept in line, not for over a decade now) but you wouldn’t suffocate him. He had a complicated relationship with alcohol in the past, but he was never an alcoholic. You didn’t want to breathe down his neck and nag him if he ever wanted to have a buzz. Still, Leon chooses not to drown his sorrows in whiskey or bourbon like he used to when the two of you first got together. He can deal with his emotions and trauma through healthy means with you by his side, teaching him that it’s okay to go through the feelings and not push them away.
“Don’t mind having that drink now,” he said.
Your ears perked up and your fork paused its twirl in the pasta he made.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Wanna have some fun with my wife.”
You trusted him, and he trusted himself, so why not indulge yourselves in a little alcohol to take the edge off?
The plan was to enjoy some bourbon on the couch with a movie going, but that didn’t pan out. Not when you’re both currently a couple of glasses in, not when he’s out of his mind drunk and so are you.
Particles of clothing speckle the living room floor that lead to the bedroom where the two of you are in the throes of feral pleasure. While on all fours, you're pleasantly drunk with a death-grip anchored to your hips that belong to your husband. He’s in his so-called “sweet spot”, the one where he’s not completely wasted, but definitely not sober. When he’s in this state, he’s completely insatiable. He’s a clingy, loving, greedy, filthy, and unhinged Leon. He isn’t just drunk off the bourbon; he’s drunk off your scent, drunk off the contortions of your face, drunk off your body’s curves, drunk off the heat of your pussy. The sex is so animalistic that it makes you forget trying to look pretty for him, makes you forget how to act, makes you forget anything that isn’t Leon and his thick cock.
“Been a while since I fucked this pussy with bourbon in my system,” he grunts, shoving your ass back onto him as he strokes his way into you.
He’s right, it’s been a long time since the two of you had drunken sex. In the past, it was a little more common that the two of you would drink and end up on the kitchen table or against a wall. It’s always a wild time when you’re drunk with him as the alcohol in your system heightens your senses.
Leon’s hair is messy yet somewhat intact; you’d think he’s some video game character given how perfect he always looks. Grunting with each drive of his slamming hips, he’s like an animal crazed and obsessed with its prey, messy and eager to devour. You’re entirely at his mercy, and you’re thankful he chose the bed this time, because your knees would crumble if he were fucking you like this on the floor. The rough handling on your body makes you drip on his driving cock, his balls slapping your clit as you teeter on the edge of release. The sheets beneath your knees slip as he manhandles your hips to his liking, pulling and pushing your body like a starved fiend.
“Fuck, baby,” he sighs under his breath, lifting a hand and striking your ass on the meatiest part, making you squeal. “Sound so pretty, so fuckin’ depraved.”
Pale blues follow the line of your back up to your pretty little head. Torso curving over your back, he maintains his right hand on your hip and reaches around to your mouth with his left. His ring and middle finger trace your lips with reverence; how he missed them when he was in Racoon City. You moan with the immediate parting of your lips in search of his fingers. His fingers push in, caressing your tongue. Deeper and deeper his fingers fill your mouth up, the silver of his wedding band smoothing over your tastebuds. Groaning, he slows his thrusts as he gets lost in the feel of your inviting mouth.
“Slobberin’ on my fingers like you’re suckin’ my cock,” he breathes before pressing your tongue down and making you gag on his fingers.
Taking his fingers in deep, your eyes roll back as the fat end of his cock keeps teasing the sweet spot he knows so well. In your daze, you wish it was possible to have him in your mouth at the same time. The silly thought disappears when the rough pads of his fingers glide across the breadth of your tongue, mimicking the drag of his cock. The slow stretch of your walls is enough to make you cum, but the alcohol in your bloodstream hangs onto the feeling and stays there.
With a grunt, Leon takes his fingers out from your mouth and returns both hands to your hips. Sucking in air through his teeth, he leers at the curvature of your body. His blown-out blues trace the curve of your back, following down to your arching lower back and ass. Leon shifts his hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls of fat. His jaw hangs open and his bangs shake against his cheekbones as his gaze drops to your expanded opening. Leon’s cock twitches inside you and he pushes on the fat of your ass upward, spreading you open. The elastic ring of skin around your entrance tightly grips him, his thick shaft glistening under the low light of the bedroom as your pussy paints him with glossy fluid. Fists full of flesh, he groans with every insertion; he would watch this filth forever if he could.
Mesmerized by you, Leon reluctantly withdraws from your pussy only to see your empty hole pathetically clench on nothing. A deep grunt rumbles in his chest, his lips closed, and his jaw tight as he lays his heavy cock over your folds. His size encompasses your pussy, covering the entirety of it from his view. Leon’s hips pull back enough to let the tip of his cock graze your entrance before it brushes past, teasing you. Biting his lips between his teeth, he starts grinding the back of his cock against your pussy, and you whine, pushing back with your folds splitting around him.
“Desperate little pussy,” he mumbles to himself, spanking you harshly.
A hopeless gasp shoots out of your mouth, the burn on your ass blooming into pleasant warmth.
“Put it back in, sweetheart,” he rasps from behind, making you feel every inch of him against your slit.
Dropping his arms to his sides, he allows you to take control. You feel his cock jerk forward, waiting quite impatiently for you.
You reach behind you with a whimper, but Leon smacks his tongue. “You know better than to use your hands.”
Huffing, you rest on your forearms and elbows, fastening the sheets in your hands. Biting your bottom lip, you shift forward to let his cock hang parallel to your pussy before moving back to catch his tip. The fat end of him slips on your slick, missing your entrance entirely with his balls smacking into your clit. You try again, but quickly fail as the alcohol in your bloodstream renders you uncoordinated.
“Mmh, Leon,” you mumble, looking back at him.
You wave your ass in ways that make him wanna just ravage you and get on with it, but he’s enjoying your struggle.
“Aw, baby. Is your pussy too wet?” Leon mocks, the question all too encompassing for your brain to comprehend right now.
You offer him a needy whine, eyebrows knitting together in frustration.
“C’mon, baby, you can do it,” he encourages you, cocking his head to the side and looking right into your glossy eyes.
Fuck, you look beautifully trashed, he thinks.
The alcohol is doing a number on your tousled hair and fucked-out expression. You’re completely disregarding how you look to him, but to Leon, this is when you’re at your most divine state; he loves when you let go completely.
“Look at me, baby,” Leon demands, voice gruff and low enough to vibrate through your pussy.
With your eyelids low enough to cover half of your irises, you gaze at him with smoldering eyes. Your lips part, and you focus on Leon’s handsome face. The age his skin wears is exquisite, the wrinkles telling the story of his life in an intricate design that decorates the slight bronze of his rugged skin. This herculean man, your husband, has you on all fours, both of you drunk and out of your minds.
“That’s it, sweetheart, keep those pretty eyes on me.”
Maintaining eye contact, you move forward, feeling his tip prod your entrance, and in one confident push you finally ease yourself on his cock. Your jaw hangs open with a loud, erotic moan, Leon’s groan a backdrop to the vile tone of your cry. Even after many years of being husband and wife, it still surprises you how big he is. Your ass meets his veined abdomen before you pull back and commence a hungry pace. Each new entry brings you a high that you never get tired of, your tongue dripping with lust in pleasant whines. The wet glide of his wide shaft fuels the scorching flames within you to keep going, regardless of how breathless you are. You just want to keep seeing Leon’s handsome face as you fuck yourself on him.
“Mmm, Leon,” you purr, eyes dead set on him. “You’re so big.”
Leon scowls down at you, his hands making tight fists at his sides. “Yeah?”
Eagerly nodding, you begin bouncing on him. “So fucking big,” you moan, eyebrows knitting as his relentless girth splits you in half.
You’re mouthy when you’re drunk, and it only gets Leon’s blood pumping since he’s usually the one with the dirty mouth, alcohol or not, though it does exacerbate his tendency to dirty talk.
“Too big for you, huh?” He provokes, eyes snapping to the up and down shake of your ass.
Your hips stutter from his words, but you quickly pick up the pace as confidence shoots up your spine. Like a woman possessed, you fuck him how he fucks you when he’s drunk. You sink to the base of his cock with each arduous thrust, sloppy wet squelches emitting from the connection of your bodies. The fat of your ass ripples from the harsh recoil of meeting his pelvis, the view consuming Leon’s attention.
“Bounce your ass just like that, princess,” he grunts, words breaking from the thump of your ass hitting him.
Working him in circles, you move like you’re in heat, your chest warm from the alcohol and his praises. The curve of your ass hypnotizes him with its erotic movements, twirling and undulating.
“Ah, shit,” he huffs under his breath, nearly at the brink of cumming while watching you go at it.
With a flutter of his lashes, Leon glances back at your face, your glossy eyes ever focused on him. Seeing you just absolutely absorbed in watching him watch you maddens him. Quickly licking the drool that threatens to drip from his bottom lip, he grabs your ass as he’s been itching to do so. Leon stills your hips with a manhandling grasp before pulling out completely and penetrating you again. His thick head burrows through your pulsing walls, making way for even thicker flesh. Your eyes roll back behind your closing eyes, your head dropping as he fucks you with swift claps resounding throughout the bedroom.
“Hey, eyes on me,” he orders softly, noticing you’re starting to lose it.
Whining, you lift your head and peek at him from behind your shoulder once more, watching his bangs sway with his rough plunges.
“Wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum.”
Leon’s fingers leave indents on your ass, digging into you deliciously. With every thrust, he’s in deep, bullying your cervix in ways that have your toes curling and back bowing. He’s thorough with you, savagely slipping through the tightness of your pussy with such speed and force he’s already rousing a hard orgasm out of you.
“Leon, wait,” you mutter, feeling an immense amount of pressure in your core.
Leon ignores you knowing you don’t really mean wait even though he’s drunk; the two of you established multiple safe words earlier just in case it’s hard to remember in your stupor.
“Wait for what, baby? How can I wait when your pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect,” he grunts with a sharpness in his husky voice.
“Ha, fuck,” you say through short pants, unable to breathe properly as his thrusts take your breath away. “Stooo—” Your voice lilts out into a high-pitched whine, drawing out your word as your pussy constricts his driving cock.
You don’t want him to stop, but it’s hard to control what’s coming out of your mouth when your body is tensing up to such a degree of pleasure that it’s shocking you. You fall onto your chest as your body seizes, crying into the sheets as you cling to them.
“Baby,” Leon hurriedly calls out, feeling how much you’re convulsing on his cock.
Liquid trickles out of you in between the jerks of your hips, leaking down the length of his cock and balls. Your lower body twitches with the powerful waves of pleasure washing over you like a stormy ocean, drowning you in bliss. Sharp eyes catch the fluid dripping out of you, Leon’s cock flexing inside your rippling walls at the obscene sight.
“Fuuck, squirted all over my cock, huh?”
Rolling his hips to a halt, he unsheathes himself and shuffles off the bed, his balance wobbly the second his feet hit the floor. By your hips, Leon drags you to the edge of the bed with your shins half off the mattress. He ducks down, face to face with a delectable view of your ass and pussy. Whistling at the masterpiece your body created, he plants his hands on your ass and sprawls you out like a book. Leon’s scowl worsens, the wrinkles between his eyebrows deepening as he takes in the wetness of your folds.
“Made a fuckin’ mess all over yourself, baby,” he booms through the air, mouth salivating at the droplets that cascade down your inner thighs.
The mere sight of your pussy in front of him bewitches him; Leon could eat you out all night long if it were up to him. You feel his bangs graze your ass before his hot tongue licks a fat stripe up your inner thigh, his taste buds collecting the essence that escaped you. His tongue doesn’t let up, instead, he drags it all the way up to your groin before meeting your pussy. Dripping down your folds, his tongue cleanses the viscous fluid from your folds while getting you all messy again. Squealing out his name from overstimulation, you involuntarily swirl your hips against his face. While his stubble scratches your ass, he groans at the feeling of your pussy squishing against his mouth, chin, and nose. Him eating you out from behind gives your entrance extra love, with the tip of his tongue catching your clit at the start of each new lick.
“Mmph,” he grunts against your pussy, slurping your juices like a mad man.
The tip of his tongue swipes across your bud from side to side, the top of his lip squishing against your entrance. With an iron grip on your hips and ass, his silver wedding band digs into your skin, creating a beloved mark of your nuptials.
“Please,” you hiccup, trying to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure as he eats you out like it’s his last meal.
You’re still sensitive from your orgasm, and another is quickly building in your belly. The sheets below you soak up your tears, catching your moans as you crumple the fabric in tight fists. Humming, his cock twitches in midair as he begins to feel you pulsating on his tongue.
“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he mumbles into your pussy, wet lips slipping across your folds.
Leon backs away with a filthy string of slick following his bottom lip.
“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” he groans while thumbing open the sides of your pussy, pulling apart your outer and inner labia.
Leon buries his face into your pussy, sloppily making out with the flesh of your entrance. His hot breath seeps into you as his cruel tongue and lips knead your pussy. His cruel tongue dips lower, relentlessly flicking your poor clit. The pleasure at your clit fractures through your limbs, shooting intense bolts of electricity through your nerves. His heavy shaft bobs in the air as a new bead of precum oozes from the tip, drooling on the floor before the translucent thread breaks. He shudders against your glossy folds, feeding off your pleasure as if he were the one receiving. Leon urgently pushes your pussy into his mouth, doubling his efforts. Only able to utter pleas of delight, you mindlessly bring your fist up to your lips, biting and drooling on the sheets.
“Gonna cum, baby?” Leon asks you with a voice so deep it goes right to your pussy.
You respond with a high pitched whine, your ass lifting further up and making his nose go deeper into your folds.
“Well, aren’t you greedy, cummin’ on my cock and now my tongue,” Leon teases you before latching his lips onto your clit and sucking.
Your neglected hole flexes as the beginnings of a built up orgasm licks the very edges of your reality. His lips are persistent, sucking your clit and letting go to flick at it before sucking again, this time harder, and you choke on your breath with your body freezing. Pure ecstasy smashes into you like a ton of bricks, rendering you mute before you cry out with a wanton moan. Leon all but moans against your pussy as he feels you cumming on his tongue, his insatiable mouth drinking in the honey that graciously spills out. He drags his tongue up to your entrance and closes his lips around your labia, gently sucking before letting go. Standing straight, he affectionately caresses the meat of your ass.
“Pussy tastes so good,” he praises wholeheartedly, a goofy smile spreading across his lustrous lips.
You huff out harsh breaths, collapsing on your side with your legs bent as you peer up at him through heavy eyelids. Leon reaches out for a short glass of bourbon on the bedside table, the muscles wrapping around his torso and arms flexing as he does so. With his middle and thumb holding the glass, his heavy lidded stare burns you through the gap between his fingers and the rim of the glass while he takes a swig.
“Better than that bourbon?” You joke, voice breathless as you try to catch it.
“Tch,” Leon gives you a breathy laugh, offering you the rest of the bitter liquid. “There’s no comparison, sweetheart,” he says and gives you a confident smile that is far too sexy for your sensitive state.
You down the rest of the bourbon, the burn in your throat waking you up from the afterglow of your orgasm. Leon bends at the hip and handles your jaw with his thumb and the rest of his fingers behind your neck, capturing your lips. Bourbon dances on your hungry tongues, mixing with saliva that threatens to spill from the corners of your lips as a rush of warmth encapsulates you both. The new alcohol content hitting your bloodstream impedes both of your movements in the most careless of ways.
Leon’s expert hands maneuver you onto your back, taking your ankles and pulling you down the sea of sheets until your ass is at the edge of the bed. The muscles encasing his body are formidable; he could easily hurt you if he wasn’t so careful. Gulping down the dryness in your throat, your stare leads down to his hanging cock, the poor thing flushed in color and dripping with precum. He puts his weight onto his fists beside your waist, looming over you with his height. Scorching blues scan over your body like they’re surveying the expanse of your skin, indecent thoughts running through his pretty head. Meeting your eyes, he looks gorgeously crazed as he gazes down at you, bangs curtaining around his face. Those lips of his are swollen and wet with your slick that’s smeared across his chin and the tip of his nose. He’s almost glaring down at you, and you know you’re about to be ruined.
Grabbing a pillow with one hand, he lifts your hips with his other and tucks the pillow beneath your hips. Your lower half is raised with your calves to the back of your thighs, your pussy unfurled for his dimmed blues. Running his hands down your shins, he rubs your ankles, eyes fluttering from your eyes to your pussy. He’s silent, caressing your shins as he appreciates the color and shape of your pussy with a tilt of his head. Switching his grasp to your inner thighs, his hands settle on your groin, thumbs sliding down the sides of your outer labia. He greedily opens you up again, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looks back up at you. Holding the thick base of his cock, he rubs the underside of it against your clit, running it down to your entrance. You give him a single gasp when the head of him enters you with the rest of the shaft filling you to the brim. Leon sighs, shifting his hips back before pushing forward and initiating a devastatingly deep tempo.
No words can describe the feeling of the wet glide of his thick cock sliding into you, no words can describe the rush of a high blistering through your chest. While thrusting into you, his torso curls over you. Leon frames your head like a halo with an arm, resting on it while his other frames your outer thigh, his large hand splaying on your ass. Hissing through his teeth, he quickens the pace, feeling the remnant aftershocks of your orgasm in your walls. He was nearly on the verge of ejaculating from eating you out earlier, but now it’s even harder to stave off an early climax. His bangs cover his face as he lowers his head, nuzzling into your neck. His stubble etches your skin, soft lips soothing the sharp sting with saccharine kisses and sneaky licks. Angling his hips differently, he smashes right into your sweet spot. Gasping before crying out a lustful moan, you clamp down on him.
“You like that, baby?” He whispers, breath puffing against the crest of your ear. “Like that daddy’s cock is fucking you nice and deep?”
It’s not often Leon uses such a word as it’s only reserved for when he gets really nasty. He’s a respectful gentleman, the type to keep you on the inner side of the sidewalk, the type to treat you like a princess, the type to kiss your forehead while pounding you into the bed. The man has his perversions and kinks, and he never knew daddy could be one of them until one night when you blurted it out. Leon teased you about it for days until he used it on you. It’s perverse in the most vile way, but somehow, when it’s the two of you alone doing the most depraved things, it’s the cherry on top to a very filthy session. Only you could make him feel safe enough to share his darkest desires.
“Love it,” you choke out, running a hand through his hair and gripping it at the root and pressing your lips to his hot ear. “Love when you fuck me like this, daddy.”
Leon’s hips stutter as he groans from your handling of his hair, his nails digging into your ass as he wildly fucks you into the bed. The rug under his feet keeps sliding away with his rapid movements, and he violently kicks it away to gain leverage on the hard wood.
“Fuuck, so filthy for me,” he grunts, kissing your ear.
“Know you like it,” your words slur into one quick blurb, wanting to match the same energy as Leon but the way his cock is beating your sweet spot makes it difficult to sound coherent.
“Love it,” Leon copies you, a smug grin evident in the lilt of his voice.
He licks at your neck before latching onto your skin with a generous suck, loud and vivid in your ear. Leon focuses on all the noises you make, little whimpers and loud moans that give him all that he needs to keep fucking you.
“Fuckin’ drunk off daddy’s dick aren’t you?” His vulgar words spit out like fire against the trunk of your neck.
Licking up to your jaw, he lines the frame of it before backing away to look at your pretty face.
“Yes,” you desperately mewl, letting go of his hair in favor of his back, lined with perfect muscles that tense under your fingertips.
You won’t last long if he’s going to keep saying stuff like that, but you love it when Leon frees himself of his morals for pleasure. With your hand still gripping his hair, you glance down at his rocking body from the top view of your thighs. His hard abs crash into the back of your thighs, his firm pecs between your knees. Wrapping his hands around your ankles, he spreads your legs out more and his ever searching eyes hone in on the connection between your bodies. Sliding in and out, his girth spears you open in the lewdest of ways. With your swollen clit crowning the top of his lengthy cock, your labia stretches around him, massaging him as he penetrates you deeply. Then, he looks at you, and your walls tighten upon seeing his handsome face leering down at you like he’s furiously aroused, scowl etched in his sharp features. With his bangs swaying across his cheeks, he chuckles, making your walls even tighter.
“You’re so fuckin’ cute when you do that,” he simpers.
“Do what?”
“Gettin’ all flustered when I look at you. Jus’ like you did when I first met you, ‘cept this time you’re wrapped ‘round my cock.”
He leans over you, smoothing his hands up your stomach and bouncing breasts, stopping to give them a rapacious squeeze. Roughened thumbs trace the pebbling skin of your nipples, teasing the peaks before his hands continue their slithering ascent. Molding to your shoulders, his skilled hands massage the muscles there. Your jaw is hanging open, hair frazzled and spinning patterns upon your cheeks. Breasts bouncing with every deep plunge of his cock, your arching body is a feast for his famished eyes.
Leon pauses inside you and shifts his weight on the bed, kneeling while snaking his arms under your back and shifting you further up the bed so he can fully mount you. His incandescent body coils around you like a heated blanket, and you hold his warmth against you with your arms around his ribs and hands pawing at the deep line in the middle of his back. He imprisons you, surrounding you with only his gorgeous face and broad shoulders that expand to the peripherals of your blurry vision.
“You’re so beautiful, my perfect wife.”
Leon rests his forehead on yours, nose scrunching like it does when he’s in pain.
“Fuckin’ love you,” he declares, voice raw and rugged as if he’d been screaming.
“Love y— mmm.”
He cuts your response short as he starts drilling into you. You’re not sure when a new thrust starts or ends as your walls are always full of him. With the new angle his body is at, he’s somehow able to reach the deeper depths of your body, stroking an eye-watering spot that has you utterly stunned.
“Leon, oh my god,” you pathetically whine, unable to speak properly now that he’s stealing the air from your lungs.
“Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Your heart soars with adoration and amusement; Leon never fails to get even more sappy and rambly when he’s drunk.
“Can’t believe I get to fuck you like this, baby,” he breathes across your lips, kissing you hard, lips, tongue, and teeth crashing into you.
“Been dreamin’ ‘bout this the moment I set eyes on you.”
Leon’s fragrant words melt upon your lips, mixing the sentiment of his declaration like a love potion.
“Still dream ‘bout you, your perfect face, perfect body,” he utters almost obsessively, facial hair burning your face as it grazes you perfectly.
Your breathing stutters in his mouth and he groans wholeheartedly, lips and tongue paused but attached to your own lips as he pants in your mouth. His fingers under your back spread further, holding your ribs as he fucks you like a beast in heat. Your walls are constantly throbbing around the veins and silky skin of his hard cock, and your eyes are lost in the blues that are beguiling boring holes into you.
“Mm, baby,” he breathes, bourbon potent on his tongue. “So fuckin’ close.”
You whine, brows winding upward in a pitiful yet beautiful expression.
“Love it when you shake like this,” he says, holding you flush to his jerking body. “Love it when you cum on my cock, when your pussy chokes me.”
Your nails dig into the muscles of his back, grating down his skin as your eyes roll back. A loud groan escapes Leon’s gaped mouth, transferring its passionate sentiment into the gap of your lips. He kisses your parted lips, open-mouthed and urgent as you cling and quiver on his cock. Other worldly pleasure courses through you with illuminating colors, splitting you into a million pieces with sparks behind your lids.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” he growls, nose scrunching as he snarls feeling your pussy milk him.
Tears run down your temples as you moan in his mouth, exchanging voices as Leon, too, climaxes with you. The head of his cock swells, engorged with a rush of blood. His thrusts clap violently before they halt as he grinds into you, pulling out only to slam back into you for another greedy thrust while he ejaculates into you. Copious amounts of his seed slathers your walls and womb, complementing the nectar your body produced. Your walls cling to his jerking cock as it flexes violently inside you. Goosebumps riddle his heated body, speckling his warm skin as your hearts race with ecstacy.
Eventually, your fingers ease their pressure on his back, and his grip on you lessens its harshness. Pulling his hands from beneath your back, Leon kisses you tenderly, groaning as the aftershock of his climax makes his cock twitch every so often. The remnants of your respective highs die down, leaving both of you basking in the pink afterglow of heightened pleasure.
“I can’t,” you simply state, barely audible.
Leon swallows the dryness in his throat before speaking.
“Can’t what?” His question is breathless.
“Can’t… move...”
Laughing at the dramatic tone of your weak voice, he lifts your limp hand and kisses the palm of it.
“There’s no need to, princess. Stay right where you are.”
That’s the last thing you hear, the timbre of his warm voice before you pass out.
The steady breaths against his chest are what Leon hears the moment he starts waking from a deep slumber, and then the incessant throbbing in his head. He grunts in pain, squeezing your body closer for comfort and nuzzling his face into the back of your head, hoping the scent of your hair would make him forget the pain. Leon can tell it’s late morning, and he’s at least thankful to have bought curtains that block out most of the sun’s harsh rays. He sighs, knowing nothing will help him besides getting out of bed and taking medicine. It pains him to leave your side, but he just knows you’re going to wake up in the same state as he. Reluctantly, he sits up, the sheets pooling low around his defined Adonis belt. He sighs, putting his head into his hands before finally getting up.
After opening one curtain to let in enough light to see and brushing his teeth, he puts on a pair of boxers and sweatpants before rushing downstairs to take medicine. He downs an entire glass of water before going to the coffee maker and roasting the strongest coffee, mentally taking note of what to make for breakfast.
Leon makes his way back to the bedroom,pushing the door open with his foot as his hands are preoccupied with a giant tray of food, juice, and coffee. You’re still knocked out, and he chuckles at the unconventional way you’re wrapped up in the sheets.
He sets the tray at the end of the bed before sitting next to your sleeping form. Carefully getting the hair out of your face, he pets your head.
“Sweetheart,” he calls out.
Nothing, not even a single movement from you.
“Baby, it’s time to wake up,” he says in a firmer tone.
That works, and you stir in your sleep, moaning immediately realizing how much pain you’re in. Leon helps you sit up, a large hand supporting your back. The sheet on you runs down your bare form, and he covers up your breasts for your own comfort, putting the sheet around your shoulders.
“What…”
Leon snorts at you, watching you try to open your eyes.
“Oh, god,” you lament, closing your eyes tight as the pounding in your head intensifies with the upright position that you’re in.
You can’t move, you can only focus on how your head feels like it’s swelling up with each beating throb.
“Yeah. Got you some pain killers for that,” he says, stretching an arm toward the tray and pulling it close to you.
Squinting your eyes open, you notice how delicious he looks (and the food), but pain is making it hard to really focus on his scrunched abs and sweatpants that are low enough to show a good amount of his pubic hair.
“Thanks.”
Leon opens the bottle of pills for you, taking the appropriate amount out and handing you them with a glass of water on the bedside table. Watching you down the pills and water like your life depends on it, he chuckles lightly. He remembers when hangovers weren’t so bad when he was younger, but now they’re borderline unbearable.
“Did I… Did I pass out last night?” You ask with confusion, mouth full of buttered toast with your cheeks puffing out.
“Yeah,” he responds, plucking a fresh strawberry by its leaf from the tray. “I almost did, too. But I couldn’t let us go to bed like that.”
You laugh, leaning against his shoulder. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”
Leon playfully scoffs. “What are husbands for?”
His lips spread into a warm smile and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you in close as he hears you chew.
“I should be the one thanking you, baby. Without you, my grip on alcohol wouldn’t be as good as it is today.”
“The credit goes all to you, Leon.”
Laughing, Leon squeezing the bare skin of your waist. You’re right, he can’t deny taking credit even though you helped him throughout the years.
Leon hums in thought, lying on his back with his hands behind his head. Your eyes are automatic in their pursuit for your man, seeing the muscles of his torso and arms stretch.
“I definitely needed that.”
“Especially after… what happened,” you carefully respond, nearly walking on eggshells so you don’t remind him of the nightmares he’s had involving Elpis, Grace, and Gideon.
“Mmm,” he grunts, staring up at you with the sweetest expression. “You don’t have to walk on eggshells, you know.”
Leon reaches for your arm, coaxing you to lie on his chest with a gentle pull. You happily accept the offer, melting in the welcoming warmth of his toned pecs. You sigh in happiness, nuzzling your cheek into his skin.
It seems as though he’s okay with you mentioning it more lightly now. Before, he wouldn’t particularly enjoy the mere mention of it all. Now that he’s older, he’s able to cope with difficult trauma in healthier ways.
“You’re amazing, Leon.”
The compliment catches him off-guard, and he wonders what that little head of yours was thinking about.
“I’m amazing?” He repeats, voice amused.
Lifting your head up, you look down at him.
“Mhm, incredibly amazing.”
Your smile is infectious to him, his lips growing ten miles wide.
“The very best,” you reiterate, the energy of your respective smiles feeding off one another.
Leon hums to himself, gazing up at you like you’re a divine being bestowing your gracious eyes upon him, someone who’s seen horror not many can deal with.
Gentle strokes of his hands tickle your forearms before suddenly, your back is to the bed and Leon is above you. His lips are sharp with a smug smirk, and his eyes are filled with mirth and fire. Diving into the scent of your neck, he drowns in your sweetness, his lips kissing the underside of your jaw.
“I’ll show you how amazing I can be,” he mumbles, voice lower in register as it nearly purrs.
Late morning soon turns into early afternoon when your bodies are intertwined in a mess of sheets, stomachs empty all over again.
a/n: we went off the deep end real fast. wow. what the hell did I get myself into with this.
Warnings aka menu: RE9 woodsman Leon, witch/cunning woman reader, illegal medical procedures, like 1600s-ish au, filthy raunchy sex, sorta fantasy setting, sex pollen?, mentions of abortion, rape and other sensitive themes, sex magick
Leon had a hard time forgetting how soft the skin of your thighs was. Again. A whole month of attempts to rid himself of the memory was ruined in one night.
Well, less than a full night. You never stayed long after you were both done. He hated it. This whole time, he had not once gotten to hold you close after, or take care of you beforehand the way he wanted.
If he closed his eyes, he could taste you on his tongue. Or the way he imagined how you tasted, rather. He had never even gotten close to burying his face where he ached to be the most: between your legs, tongue pushing up into you, as he lapped up all you could give him, unable to let go until you were a whimpering, writhing mess on whatever surface he had laid you down on.
You deserved it. And so much more. So why didn't you let him do it? Why did you keep him at arm's length?
He would be lying if he said his ego wasn't bruised. Why weren't you curious what his mouth could do? It was his favourite way of giving pleasure, a skill he liked to think he had truly mastered over the years.
Was it the stubble? He ran his hand over the side of his cheek and chin, feeling the sharp scratch of the coarse hair and flinched. How could he be so stupid? Of course you didn’t want that anywhere near your delicate skin. That wet, inviting, all-consuming, intoxicating—
“I re-tempered the steel edge, but you need to be more careful with your tools, Leon.” Claire had appeared out of nowhere behind the counter of her smithy, one of his hatchets in hand. “I’ve never seen anyone wear them down as fast as you. What are you cutting with those, boulders?”
Leon clicked his tongue. “Boulders are your brother’s specialty, not mine.”
She rolled her eyes. “That idiot, I swear to god.”
Said idiot swaggered into the shop, grabbing his sister’s shoulders, squeezing them a little harder than necessary, shaking her like they were ten and twelve years old still. “Careful, that’s blasphemy.” He flicked her braid. “You already got the auburn hair, I wouldn't push it if I were you. And you’re unmarried.”
Claire leaned back—out of Chris’ reach. “That’s why I live with you and Jill.”
“For survival?” Chris feigned shock. “I thought you loved me.”
“I do, but in a I would die for you but if I have to listen to the way you eat pickled cucumber one more time, I will kill you with my bare hands kind of way.”
Leon snorted. Watching the Redfield siblings argue made him realise how lonely he was, how he had nobody to protect. He had tried in the past, only to soon realise that he couldn't protect anybody. No matter how hard he tried.
“It’s getting worse, you know,” Claire whispered, leaning over the counter. “The wet-nurse was arrested this morning, because one of the newborns died in her care. They say she fed them spoiled milk.”
“How would she feed them spoiled milk? She's nursing them. The milk is inside her the whole time,” Chris asked, brows furrowed. Claire nodded slowly.
“Witchcraft.”
Leon stared at her, but he didn't see her. All he saw was you. And how that strange man had been looking for you this morning—the one person dabbling in lesser known practices under the clandestine cover of the forest. He needed to make sure you were safe. That Grace, that young trembling girl he had dropped off on your doorstep, was safe, He hadn’t seen her come back out of the woods yet. She must have stayed the night at your cottage.
“You’re thinking about her aren’t you?” Claire murmured.
Leon’s brows shot up, as if he was surprised at her words. “Who?”
Both Claire and her brother let out a disgruntled groan.
“The one who plays you like a fiddle? Has been for years?” Chris mumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Even though there's a line of desirable women eager to get into your bed anytime you so much as step into the tavern?”
“Most of them have been in his bed, but they would give their right hand to make the trip a second time,” Claire added, pursing her lips.
Leon opened his mouth to deny the accusation, but a movement in the corner of his eye distracted him.
Someone in a dark red cloak slipped past the smithy and his body answered to yours like a man possessed following the call of his master.
Chris pinched the bridge of his nose, watching Leon drop everything and run after you.
He caught up to you in the alleyway next to the smithy, where nobody could see. He grabbed your waist and pushed you against the brick wall.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, arm propped up next to your head, breath fanning over your face, making you dizzy.
That god damned full moon.
“I need fabric to make a new dress, don’t I?” you purred, parting the edges of your cloak just enough for bare skin to shine through.
Leon swallowed, nostrils flaring. “You could come pick up the ones you always leave behind, you know. I have a whole trunk full of them.”
“No,” you breathed, lifting your face close enough to him that if he wanted to, he could brush his lips up against yours.
Leon’s other hand flexed against your shoulder, adjusting his grip.
“You can’t come here. It’s far too dangerous.”
“What are you? My guardian?” you scoffed, wiggling loose from his grip, accidentally rubbing yourself up against his firm body.
You bit back an airy moan, squeezing your eyes shut. That god forsaken full moon. And that horrible decision to pick him all those years ago, because he was close, convenient and easy on the eye. You couldn’t handle it anymore. It was too much.
Leon’s head fell forward, his cheek resting against yours, as his chest heaved. That hellish stubble too. Stroking the smooth plain of your neck, moving down to your cleavage, as your neck exposed itself to him on its own and one of his hands found your breast, giving it a tentative squeeze.
Fuck. His calloused hands cupping your full tits, sent shivers down your spine. The fact that the fever hadn’t set in as you had lowered yourself into the lake last night had brought chaos over your entire body. Because it told you, you weren’t done yet.
“Stop,” you whimpered, but your hips pushed up to meet his, your brows knitting together as you rubbed your bare centre over his thigh, guided by something that was so much stronger than both of you. This was never what you intended. This wasn’t what you had planned at all. He was supposed to be a means to an end.
Leon pried himself loose and pushed you back against the cool brick hard enough that the breath was knocked out of your lungs.
Breathing heavily, you tried to clear your head. The fever was the problem. For some reason it was late this time around.
“Someone’s looking for you,” Leon panted, rubbing his eyes, trying to find back into the reality of feeling you up in an alleyway in the bustling town centre on market day. “Some kind of scholar, he had a book in his saddle bag.”
Your blood ran cold and you slithered out from underneath Leon’s body like a wet snake. There was only one book people carried in their saddle bags these days. Only one book they needed easy access to n case the situation presented itself. “Thanks for letting me know,” you whispered, pulling your cloak tighter around you and hurrying down the alley, rounding the next corner.
Leon leaned forward, resting his forehead against the wall. Every single full moon he got to that point. Where he felt like he needed you like air, inhaling you at every moment or he would simply drop dead. A shell of himself, his entire world tethered to one centerpoint: you.
His flat palm hit the brick wall and he grimaced, taking deep breaths, willing his erection to go down too. He was wet at the tip, ready to come within a few strokes like a young boy.
This wasn’t healthy, he knew that. But if the people that had arrested the wetnurse ever got a hold of you, you would be burned at the stake without a doubt. He could never let that happen.
Grace was pacing up and down your cottage, wringing her hands.
“Thank you for helping me,” she whispered.
You wiped your sweat drenched forehead with the back of your hand. Finally. Everything was running its course. You wanted to drop to your knees on the forest floor and let out a sob of relief.
“I assume you’ll be coming back to me more often?” you asked, trying to calm your breathing.
Grace stopped, gnawing on her lower lip, chin quivering. “I think so.”
You nodded. “Do. Whenever you need to.”
She turned around to you, a muscle in her jaw twitching. “He’s relentless.”
You squeezed your eyes shut. Too many times had you heard the exact same words from young women, some of them not even women yet, married off for strategic alliances or material gain.
“Is there any way you could–” The words tangled up around the lump in the back of her throat and she stared ahead. Through the small window that illuminated the whole inside of the cottage, watching the robin sitting in the window sill, able to spread its wings and fly off at any moment.
“Make him stop for good?” you finished the question for her. “Yeah, I could.”
“I don’t want to kill him,” she blurted out.
“No, that would draw far too much attention,” you murmured, pushing yourself up off the table, wincing at the effort it took you. This was good. It was only a matter of time before you started bleeding.
“But we can kill parts of him,” you said, flicking through the small vials filled with herbs in the wooden cabinet. Also made by a certain woodsman. Many years ago. Surely he remembered that one. You certainly did, even though you wanted to forget.
Your fingers grazed one particular vial, the herb inside the colour of coal now that it had dried completely.
“It’s going to cost you though,” you whispered, looking at Grace over your shoulder.
“Anything, I would pay anything to make him stop,” she pressed, hugging herself.
You pressed your lips together, forming a thin line, popping the lid off the vial and carefully emptying half of its contents into an even smaller glass vial.
“You don’t need much. A small pinch of this into his drink. Whatever he likes to drink, wine, tea, doesn’t matter. Once daily.” You held out the vial to her but before she could close her fingers around it, you pulled it back against your chest. “Once. Any more than that can be poisonous. So make sure you keep track and concentrate when you use it.”
Grace nodded eagerly and you handed her the vial. She turned it over in her hands, examining the herb inside.
“What will it do exactly?” Her pale blue eyes met yours. “I want to know what to expect.”
You shrugged. “It’ll make him soft. He won’t be able to get you pregnant again.”
Grace’s shoulders relaxed and her face became soft, girlish almost and your brows twitched. How old was she? She looked so young. Younger now that her face had surrendered to the relief of not having to subject her body and soul to a revolting husband any longer.
She reached into her pockets, pulling out an entire leather purse full of coin. “Here.”
You took the purse from her. It was heavy, filled to the brim. “If you run out, you come back for more,” you stated, voice flat.
Grace’s eyes welled with tears and she nodded, grabbing your shoulder. “Thank you.”
“And if you feel unwell, have any abnormal bleeding or don’t get your next menses, you also come back immediately,you hear? Promise me.”
“I promise,” she mumbled and you pulled her in for a hug. You didn’t do that often, but something about Grace made you abandon your hardened nature. It made you feel maternal, almost.
A jolt of pain racked through you and you winced softly. Grace’s face contorted in sorrow, but you shrugged her off.
“It’s nothing.” You felt the fever come on more strongly now. It was time to get yourself into the lake, to wash it all off. To make your offering.
“I’ll drop you off at the woodsman’s house. Will you able to find your way from there?” you asked and Grace nodded.
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Notes: had this in drafts for months and I've hated it but figured id still post. finally oops. badly proofread so probs lots of errors:/ around 6.8k words sorry
Warnings: reader and leon get a little freaky but it backfires! vomit, mentions of gore and death, concussion, panic and some hurt/comfort
divider by @/kodaswrld
Irritation and disappointment surged through your veins, desperately but failing horribly at trying to keep your anger beneath the surface. You felt like a balloon ready to pop.
If you were paying attention, you would’ve felt bad for brushing off Leon, ignoring the way he touched you—hands roaming over your arms, your fingers, the line of your back— helplessly trying to get you to return the gesture. The quiet grumbles and whines that fell from his lips went in one ear and out the other, too focused on the multitude of things happening in front of you.
You’d already rolled your eyes at Jack's expression when he saw how freely you let Leon touch you, a look that screamed of ‘you’re really letting him touch you like that?’ mixed with some sort of envy. You couldn’t find the energy to care anymore, lazily answering with a murmured, “body heat thing.”
The tension between you and Jack grew as the clock ticked. Whatever energy that had shifted, solely on his part, had been spurring him to make quick one off handed comments here and there. You just about had it with the way he talked about Leon, almost regretting your decision to pair up. Not having any idea why this random stranger felt so entitled to you, you rapidly shut down any weird advances he made, reinforced by Leon’s deep rumbling.
In addition to his snarky comments, the universe was showing just how much it truly loved you. Standing in the middle of the largest lab you’d ever seen, dead zombie guts splayed on the floor, chairs strewn and knocked over, Leon’s hands still obsessively touching you, and now Jack's grating voice in your ear, you wanted to scream. There was no cure.
Well, if there was- it wasn’t here. You’d managed to log onto the computer, the password conveniently being written on a sticky note that was stuck to the top frame. If it was right, the cure- or the basis for the cure- should’ve been in the small metal fridge. It wasn’t.
You shined the flashlight everywhere, eyes scanning through all the notes, searching the lab for any other documents, hints, ideas, throwing book after book at the ground when you found nothing. Your heart was pounding, ears ringing, jaw clenched. You felt like for the first time since everything, you were actually losing it.
“What’s your issue? It wouldn’t have fixed your dog,” Jack spat, almost as if he was amused watching you hastily search through documents and fail, while he stood there uselessly. Your eye twitched, a small sarcastic smile forming on your face.
You exhaled, carefully choosing the words you wanted to sourly spit back. “Do you think I’m fucking dumb, Jack?” At the aggressive edge of your tone, Leon’s hands finally stilled, settling on keeping one splayed on the curve of your waist. He wasn’t growling, but his head had turned directly towards Jack, white gaze pointedly staring. Observing. Waiting. Like if you decided to say the word, Leon wouldn’t hesitate. Like a good guard dog.
The faux pleasing tone came next. “I think you’d agree that a cure would be in your best interest too, right, Jack? Or do you want to live the rest of your life with zombies? I don’t think you’d have much time left, honestly, walking around with a fucking pipe,” you bitterly replied, unclenching your hands that had subconsciously formed into fists.
Jack scoffed, arms crossing over his chest before he smirked, ignoring Leon’s burning look. “What’s got you so stressed, baby? Puppy can’t please you?”
Leon’s fingers curled into your waist, but instead of wincing away, you grounded yourself in the feeling letting it anchor you. Focus on his touch, focus on his touch.
He didn’t growl, didn’t make a noise, just stared directly at Jack. Leon was always freezing cold to the touch. Now it felt like there was a heat radiating off of him, like a burning anger that was flaring up inside, hand hot on your skin. You could feel the pounding of your pulse throb in your head, the silence thick in the room as you let his words hang.
Jack’s smugness slowly drained from him, awkwardness replacing his prior bold composure as he became clearly uncomfortable by your lack of response. His fingers rhythmically tapped against his arm, eyes now looking around the room instead of just at you.
Usually you weren’t so rash, so petty, but the combination of a random man who clearly wanted something from you mixed with no fucking hope of a cure mixed with this entire zombie apocalypse had you at your wits end. Plus, the fact that the man you were in love with- or falling in love with— was now a loving zombie. Fuck. Everything felt hopeless.
You had been so kind, wanting the best for the three of you, wanting- no hoping- that Jack successfully found what he was looking for so you could feel some semblance of optimism. So that you could feel like maybe good things could come out of something horrible. You thought of Leon.
With a quiet but long breath, you ultimately chose to ignore Jack's attempt at riling you up, instead opting to turn yourself around in Leon’s arms, hand still planted firmly on your waist. Leon had never seen you like this, only having been exposed to your sweet, concerned behavior, but he could tell by the look on your face, the edge to your tone, that something was wrong.
And it was all because of Jack. That he knew.
Slithering your hands around Leon’s toned waist, you planted your chin on his chest looking directly up at him, eyes wide and lips jutted in the smallest of pouts.
Finally, Leon tore his gaze from Jack, white irises now focused solely on you. Your movement was bold, for you at least, but you tried to fight back the blush that warmed your face, tried to keep your behavior confident.
Jack's comment bothered you more than you revealed, baffled at the idea that Jack almost thought Leon was some sort of competition. There was never a competition, and there would never be one.
Leon, zombie or not, would win time and time again. He could’ve been an actual zombie that ripped away at you, and you still would’ve picked him over that.
But the fact still remained. Jack himself, had the audacity to believe he was in some sort of contest that he had made up in his own head, against Leon. You wanted to scoff at the thought.
Leon’s free hand raised to cup your cheek, fingers delicately dancing across your skin that had recently been decorated with scratches and dust. He looked at you like you were everything. Your hands rubbed at his back, feeling the hardness beneath his uniform.
He leaned down, gifting you a slight nose kiss that made your eyes automatically crinkle and lips curve upward, before moving on towards your neck. Truthfully you had been almost mortified the first time he licked you, blushing profusely like a school girl getting her first kiss, thinking of how you’d explain that to Jack if he saw. Now, you wanted him to see. Wanted to get it through his thick skull that there was no place for him here.
You felt prideful that Leon seemed to be able to read your mind, knew exactly what you meant. Or maybe if he didn’t, that on his own volition he too wanted to show Jack where his place was. You didn’t have to say or ask for anything, and it made your heart skip a beat. He was quiet, silent in his victory. Jack already knew where he stood and hated it.
At the first contact of his tongue against your neck, you couldn’t hold back the sigh that released from you. Your eyes fluttered shut letting Leon do as he pleased, hand still cupping your cheek as you leaned into his warmth. Unlike last time, which felt rushed and eager, Leon took his time, tongue gently lapping at your pulse.
Your breathing picked up, still quiet yet heavier, too focused on his breath hot on your neck. He wasn’t planting kisses, but you could feel his lips touch the spots he licked, tenderly mouthing along the side of your neck. He moved lower, trailing his tongue further, tonguing your flushed skin. The hand that cupped your cheek dropped as he switched hands, gently tugging at your hair to expose the untouched side of your neck.
Little pants escaped you, eyes glazed over and set on Leon. He leaned back in, but harsher this time. You could hear the wetness of his tongue, the saliva that dripped from his mouth as he made a mess, the vulgar noise sending heat to your face.
Your eyes snapped open remembering that there was an unwanted guest in the room. You hadn’t thought that the both of you would’ve gotten so… intense. Leon quietly whined as you gently pushed him back just enough so that you could turn around to face Jack again.
He stood, eyes wide and mouth open like a trout. Frozen in place, eyes locked in on the both of you like a car accident he couldn’t look away from. You didn’t tell Leon to stop when you felt his lips continue their work on your neck from behind, fingers finding their rightful place on your waist.
A small fake laugh escaped from your lips, eyes jokingly rolling and smile decorating your face as you did your best to put on a put together friendly voice. You gently shook your head. “Body heat thing, ammirite?”
It was comical in a sense how rattled Jack looked, absolutely blind sided from the act you just pulled. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing right in his face.
Leon pulled back, a string of saliva following and stretching from his slightly parted jaw to the side of your neck. He didn’t pay attention to Jack, eyes narrowed in on the little wet patches that decorated your skin. Jack remained silent, but the look on his face screamed everything.
“So, there’s no cure or anything I guess. I’m not sure what you’re planning but I think we’re ready to get out of here and split,” you spoke, breaking the silence first. It was funny how fast your anger seemed to disappear after the little stunt.
But clearly, it only heightened jacks. He stood, silent. Watching. Movements small but not unnoticed by you.
His grip on the pipe tightened and for a split second you thought he might swing. He knew you were out of bullets now. You tensed, trying to calculate just how fast you might be able to dodge him, trying to plan what you could do to take him down.
You quietly sighed in relief when you heard him huff in fake amusement, figuring he’d take the verbal way out. Leon wouldn’t let you get hurt, but there was no doubt that Jack would be able to get a handful of hits in, and you’d be damned if Leon was the only one to receive them.
A small ‘tch’ noise sounded from the man, and you could hear the heaviness of his breath growing louder and louder. Your intention was to make it clear that Jack didn’t even come as a second thought to you, motive fueled by what you thought was some twisted idea of ownership that he had developed for you in the span of your short time together. It still seemed beyond incomprehensible that a random stranger could feel angry at your display of affection, even if it was for the purpose of eliciting a reaction.
A reaction he had no reason to rightfully feel.
“You know,” and he scoffed your name like he was hurling an insult at you. “I saved your life. Your little zombie boyfriend was nowhere to be found when you had your little freak out in that morgue room back there. I could’ve stood there, watched them eat away at you- let you die.”
You slightly tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing as you tried to understand the point of what he was saying. Leon had wandered off, he hadn't led you into that room that you got yourself into and ditched you. There was no blame to hold over him.
“I think you’d find it wise to show me some respect. Next time I just might let you get bit- if your boyfriend doesn’t do it first.” He took a large step forward.
A low growl rumbled from right behind you, Leon’s fingers curling into you.
With your patience wearing thin all over again, your jaw slightly gaped open as you internally cursed at how dramatic the man was. A fucking zombie apocalypse and there’s drama about this? You rolled your eyes, trying to gather yourself before you lost it and said something stupid.
You’re out of bullets.
Leon’s possessive and defensive growls were background noise, your hand coming to rub at your forehead and pinch the bridge of your nose as you processed a response. This was all so absurd.
“Alright Jack, I think we’ve done enough together now. There’s no cure for anything here, so there’s no point for me to keep exploring this shit hole. Thanks for your help, good luck now,” you deadpanned, exhaling and prying Leon’s fingers from your waist to move on.
The lab was huge, but you were positive you’d torn through every shred of paper, any file you could get your hands on. The computer was a lost cause in and of itself. You needed to get the fuck out of here. There was no time for this petty bullshit and you’d already entertained it enough, already participated.
“Seriously?? You’re going to just walk off with him again? There’s no cure- just leave him!” Jack sneered, tone sharp and full of anger. He threw his free hand up, gesturing to Leon like he was some sort of freak show. Well.
“Okay Jack, we’re just gonna go now, alright?” You spoke slow and calmly now, voice almost sweet but entirely apprehensive. As each second passed his behavior grew more and more aggressive. This was not someone you wanted to argue with anymore.
Slowly you stepped back, light and gentle as if you didn’t want him to notice. You didn’t. Your hand closed around Leon’s taking him with you. He silently growled, but let you move him.
The man threw his head back and laughed, a big belly hearty noise that echoed off the labs walls and surrounded you. You froze, heart racing not from anger and frustration this time, but from a newfound fear. You thought zombies would be your biggest issue, but you weren’t sure if that was true anymore.
Your grip on Leon tightened, unsure of what to do as you frantically tried to think of how to get out of this. Jack was a coordinated living man who could react, who could gauge things, not a zombie that only wanted to eat your guts. He’d be harder to dodge, especially if he started swinging.
Leon stared at Jack, his feet planted in place right next to you. You didn’t know what he was thinking this time, mind too panicked on how you’d possibly get out of this. Neither of you could do much if you got smashed in the head.
You didn’t say anything, chest rising and falling, palms starting to become damp. You thought your hands were begging to shake. You waited for what felt like forever, for jack to show his cards first.
He rested a hand on his stomach, dramatically sighing as if he was recovering from a hard laugh with an old friend. “God, this is just perfect for you isn’t it? I fell for your trap right? Make me jealous, lead me on… and then you pull that stunt?”
You had to hide the look on your face, had to stop your jaw from hitting the floor. Your breath hitched, eyes widening and for once, you felt relieved that there was no electricity to reveal just how taken aback you were. This had to be some sort of sick joke. You didn’t dare move, silently begging Leon to do the same.
There was no movement, no shift of your hand, no squeeze in Leons. you didn’t dare move an inch, horrified that Jack would be set off. You were unable to wrap your mind around his words.
“Hm? Nothing to say? Because you know I’m right?” He pushed, taking another step forward, the pipe that hung in his hand begged for your attention but you didn’t dare risk moving your eyes from him.
The room was sizable, Jack needing to cross at least 20 feet before being in proximity of the both of you and still, he felt too close.
You didn’t blink, didn’t breathe, body frozen and eyes unwavering as you stared at him, words so caught up in your throat you couldn’t find it in you to respond. Maybe it was because you were too naive, too hopeful, but you hadn’t been prepared for Jack to become a threat.
“Jack,” you tried, voice breathless and unsteady. The air in the lab had grown too thick, too sticky almost, and the way it prickled at your skin made your stomach sick, beads of sweat forming at the nape of your neck and sides of your brow. You became hyper aware of the energy in the room, the faint buzzing of the static in the too still air, Jack's heavy breaths, Leon’s complete stillness that if you weren’t holding his hand, you wouldn’t have even known he was there.
He didn’t respond, muscles flickering in his jaw from where he was visibly clenching his molars, mouth set in an ugly snarl as if you’d truly done something so offensive and vile.
“Jack. We should go,” you spoke and it took everything in you to keep your words calm and firm, putting on a facade that maybe- if you ignored how crazy he was acting, he might relax and listen. A small huff of air left him as he kissed his teeth, an exaggerated smile growing on his face. He nodded his head to himself and your grip on Leon tightened, nails more likely than not digging into his calloused palms as you prepared to yank him back with you.
“Come here,” and your name rolled of his tongue low and gravelly, his eyes glued to yours. You would’ve scoffed if it weren’t for how dire the situation was, the thought of him thinking he had the ability to call you over towards him like a dog was extremely laughable. Just not now.
You stayed put, feet glued to the floor and hand still clutching Leon’s. He hadn’t moved either, didn’t even go as far as tilt his head at Jack or flex his fingers in yours. No growling, no grumbling, just silence.
With a long and loud sigh like he was being forced to do something against his will, something he didn’t want to do, he bolted.
“Jack, no!” You screamed, eyes wide and full of panic as you realized he was genuinely about to take everything way too far. You should’ve known better than to doubt a psycho.
In the blink of an eye, Jack was rapidly crossing the room, veins bulging in his neck and forehead as his hands that were latched around the metal pipe raised it high, clear with one intent.
Your heart pounded, brain not fully processing and hitting on all cylinders as you watched his movement, the anger on his face, the whiteness of his knuckles. Everything was moving too fast now, a complete 180 from the stillness that suffocated the air just a minute ago, but now it felt as if you could feel everything, every heightened emotion, every thought, every synapse that fired off in your brain, but as his pipe raised higher in the air, it felt like it was too late for you to act.
“Oomph!”
Your body flew to the side, grunting on impact as you hit the ground, or well, as you landed in a set of arms, right at the exact moment as a loud thwip of the air sounded from above you. Right where you had been standing.
Leon, who had thrown himself into you just as Jack took a swing, hit the floor with barely a grunt, taking the fall as his thick forearms wrapped tightly around your torso, a hand protectively cupping the back of your head.
As quick as Leon was there to shield you, he was just as quick to help you stand, gentle yet hurried as he silently urged you behind him, hands rapidly running over your cheeks and arms before he turned to face Jack.
Leon was silent, white irises unshakable as they stuck to Jack, an arm behind him to make sure you were actually behind him. Everything was moving too fast now. Your chest heaved. Leon stood tall, but guarded.
Jack snickered, almost pleased as if Leon reacted exactly as he was supposed to, but you could see the anger seep under his skin, frustration revealing itself whether he expected his movements or not. It wasn’t what he wanted.
You stayed put behind Leon.
“Dumb zombie,” he spat, and took his time to lift the pipe, thinking Leon would wait for the swing to react. As soon as he raised the pipe, Leon launched himself from where he stood, arm wrapping around jacks torso and the other hand going for his wrist that held the pipe.
Gasping you ran forward, unsure of what to do but not wanting to intervene and make matters worse or harder for Leon.
Jack wasn’t particularly tall or strong or good looking, just your plain and average joe, and even if he was, you didn’t think he would hold up much fight against Leon.
It was the strangest thing, honestly, the way Leon could be so lethargic, so easy to lead or pull and just overall a little puppy, but you had seen it before in him, seen it in other zombies.
The unexplainable drive and hunger that absolutely consumes and takes over them. How once they finally dig their hands into what they want, nothing can stop them. Pure power and strength.
And while the thought usually flustered you, you were finally seeing Leon's strength come into play against a human, the horrifying fact that sent a chill down your spine. You wouldn't stand a chance against Leon. Not in the slightest.
It was the way other zombies got when they were about to dig into their next meal, and it was the way Leon got when a threat revealed itself to you. He didn’t bare his teeth at Jack, didn’t growl. Just pinned him down as if it was a mere chore.
Jack let out several grunts as he struggled and squirmed beneath Leon, hands pushing at his chest and trying to get out from under him. Leon fought back almost coolly, like Jack had been his easiest opponent yet. One hand pinned his wrist that held the pipe, fingers digging into it so harshly that he dropped it with a loud clang. His other hand maneuvered to wrap around his neck.
He didn’t try to kill him. Yet. He waited for you to say the word.
“Tell him to get the fuck off me, you bitch!” Jack spat and you would’ve laughed at how pathetic he sounded, how red in the face he got from Leon’s increasingly tighter grip.
You sped forward, kicking the pipe away from his reach.
“Are you gonna be a good puppy Jack? Or does Leon need to rip your throat out to teach you a lesson?” You seethed, anger finally seeping into you.
“Fuck- fuck you!” He choked out and you reveled in the sight as he let out noises of panic as Leon began to lean in, mouth inching closer towards his neck. “Wait- wait, stop!”
Leon’s gaze fluttered to yours for just a moment to seek your approval, but you shook your head. Leon paused.
Gaze narrowing on the sight of him squirming and panicking, you forced yourself to exhale to slow the thrumming of your pulse and the pounding in your head, to try and still the moment and make a rational decision. You didn’t want to kill him, didn’t want to hurt anybody at all. All you wanted was to get out of this place, take Leon home with you and crawl under the covers and mourn what used to be, grieve the life you might’ve had with Leon if he was still human.
The feeling of sharp stinging prickled at your eyes and a burning sensation ran up and down your throat, adrenaline a fleeting impression as Leon held Jack down, forcing everyone to still while you processed what he had just done. You held back your tears, not because some stranger betrayed you, but because you were so beyond fed up with every single thing, so beyond defeated that there was no give in anything you tried to do, and the one chance at finding someone who might have, or could have, had the same goals as you, turned on you for not showing him any affection? Want? Lust?
Leons fingers curled into jacks flesh, a bruising and unrelenting grip that was meant to hurt, meant to dig and make him value that pain over the other choice of getting the contents of his neck mauled out. Leon waited patiently, white irises now flickering between Jacks and yours, but you could see the way they lingered on you, the first sign of anger he showed as he gave the smallest of snarls. He was almost calculative, observing the signs of panic and distress in your body like he knew exactly what you were thinking and feeling. You thought he might make the decision himself.
“You were trying to hurt me, Jack.” you hated the way your voice cracked at the end, hurt and realization tasting bitter on your tongue as you let reality sink into once more. A fucking zombie apocalypse and then this? He would’ve killed you had he hit you hard enough. Would he have made sure you were dead?
He sputtered babbling words and sentences that didn’t quite make sense, hissing as Leon’s fingers pressed harder and a small rumbling began, trying to find anything that would suffice as an excuse to justify hitting you with a metal pipe that would leave you begging for death if hit hard enough in the wrong spot.
“I won’t, I-I I’m sorry, I wouldn’t- just get him off, p-please!”
Clenching your jaw, you ran your tongue over the back of your teeth as you contemplated your decision. You knew you weren’t going to have Leon gut him, so it left only one option. You sighed reluctantly, nodding your head, unable to find the words to grant his satisfaction.
Leon looked disappointed, frustrated almost at letting such a threat walk free, and more importantly, free around you. The deep grumbling in his chest revealed his unhappiness in the choice, not that he tried to hide it.
Jack exhaled in relief, throwing his head back against the dirtied rotten floor, wincing and moving to rub at the spots where Leon had gripped, splotches of dark red already beginning to form.
Leon stood, more stable and steady than ever as he stared Jack down, predicting his next movements. Head tilted and eyes sharp, he only seemed to look more murderous and threatening, and god were you glad he was on your side.
With heavy breaths, Jack finally made the attempt to stand, shakily taking a few steps back from Leon and unintentionally closer towards you, sneakers squeaking.
But he didn’t look apologetic, just angry that his plan fell through.
His nose crinkled and his breaths picked up, each heavier than the last like he was forcing each huff of air through his nostrils to come out like a bull ready to charge. He stared at Leon just as fiercely, and without a word he spun, quickly catapulting himself directly at you.
Gasping, your eyes widened and you rapidly brought your arms up to shove him back, but the force was too strong, hitting you like a defensive lineman and you had the ball. The hit sent the both of you flying, and with no one to intercept your fall and take the hit, you slammed fast and hard on the tiled floor, pain shooting through your back, and brain rattling in your skull.
You groaned, vision swarming with double and inklings of black dancing in your sight as your hands twitched. Too slow, you were too slow to move, to process, to defend yourself.
You couldn’t even react other than the little pathetic movements of your jaw that opened and shut, not even reacting when the body above you was immediately thrown off and away with far more impact than you had been hit with.
You weren’t sure how long you laid there, seconds feeling like minutes feeling like hours, no concept of time as muted growls and yells blurred into background noise, vision unclear as you zoned out. Wetness pooled at the nape of your neck.
Focus, you’re fine, you’re okay.
But the dull ache that stemmed from the back of your head slowly began to wrap around your entire skull. There were choked noises, gurgled screams and the sound of flesh tearing, of flesh being forcibly ripped apart, clashing of teeth and bone and guttural seething. None of it registered.
A pit formed in your stomach, then the room spun, and you were turning, no, you were rolling your body over as fast as you could force it, painfully puking up your guts. Tears blurred your sight from the intensity, fingers attempting to find purchase in the broken tiles.
Then there were hands on you- but the confusion and panic and pain had all blurred into one. You were too unfocused on what it was, who it was. All you could think about was the thrumming of your own pulse pounding right behind your eyes. You hurled again, lack of food causing you to spit up whatever liquid your body could muster- ah fuck, and the granola bar Leon had found you.
Definitely concussed.
You groaned, slowly and unsteadily trying to force your body onto all fours.
Move move move. You’re not safe here, not safe.
But the hands again, shaky but more firm. They traced down your spine, fingers dancing lightly against your sides, small silent breaths and whimpers panting near you. The figure moved closer and around you to directly position itself in front of you, kneeling.
You lost the strength to keep your head up, a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to the puddle of your bile on the floor and you prayed your limbs didn’t give out so that you wouldn’t have to fall face first in your own vomit.
“F-fuck,” you mumbled, slightly slurred as your lips tingled, struggling to fully move and take shape. You blinked, then blinked again harder to try and rid all stars of your vision, to make the doubling of the entire room fade.
Warm wet hands found your cheeks, touch so light you weren’t sure if they were actually on you until your chin was being gently lifted up. A sigh of relief escaped you, pressure of having to support it yourself, not even, of having it dangle, being lifted off of you.
Leon. You’re Leon in all of his horrifying glory.
He was covered, drenched, in blood. It stuck in his hair, coated the bottom half of his face, his uniform, his hands. The sheer amount dripped from his chin, and if your eyes could focus, you would have noticed the tiny chunks that decorated him too. You lazily grinned, not at the sight of blood, but at him.
“L-Leon…” you were weakened beyond belief, an injury and struggle that couldn't just be walked off this time.
The position on all fours was unhelpful, an entire pain radiating throughout your entire back with each labored breath and suddenly the floor was much much closer than before, arms losing their ability to hold you up right.
Leon whimpered, white irises scanning your face, frantically darting from your head to your lips to your body to him.
He couldn’t speak and your thoughts were so jumbled up you weren’t even quite sure what happened, but still, part of you knew, could feel the panic and worry that Leon was radiating. His hands danced around your face and your elbows were bending more and more, legs were slipping from their position and Leon closed in on you, nose rubbing yours, eye lashes tickling your skin as if it might help you, as if it might cure you.
He pulled away, exhaling in frustration and groaning loudly as he shook his head side to side. You collapsed, cheek not finding cold tile but instead muscular thighs. Black Splotches danced all around the air, blinking only to find more adorning your vision, but fuck were you so tired. a tempting drag that wanted to lull you to sleep and it felt so good to give in, to instead of blink and force them open to just give in.
A whine sounded above you, hands raked through your hair. A part of you felt bad causing Leon to worry, but his hands just felt so good, so comforting. You’d rest your eyes just for a moment. Recoup your thoughts. Just for a minute.
When you woke, you were in a different room. The wall in front of you spun and you groaned, raising your blood splattered hands to dig your palms into your eye sockets. Your head was killing you.
A noise sounded behind you, a pathetic little whine mixed with a groan and growl all in one that had you shifting and realizing the position you were in. Leon laid behind you propped against a wall, your body tucked and nestled gently in between his legs, your back comfortably resting against his chest. One strong arm was wrapped around your torso, hand splayed wide to keep you close while the other gently patted and played with strands of your hair, head perfectly positioned under his chin.
“Leon,” the words were less than a whisper, throat far too dry it felt like sandpaper, but it was enough. Enough for Leon to hear and whimper again, for him to clutch you tighter towards him and press his cheek to the top of your head as if you were a precious stuffed animal.
“I’m okay baby, I’m okay.” The statement was somewhat a lie, but the concussion wasn’t deadly, more so an added annoyance to the hell you were going through, but at this rate it seemed the universe was strongly against you. Leon groaned again, his tone sounding every bit of argumentative and final, not needing words to absolutely tell you that no you were not okay.
He nuzzled into you, arms constricting tighter and tighter but not painful. You let yourself be squished, the feeling of being held so desperately a foreign experience. But then his hand left you, momentarily, but too long for your liking.
The two of you needed to move, but for the first time, you wanted to indulge yourself in a longer period of rest trapped in the embrace of something that made your heart flutter inside of its ribcage.
You slowly turned, and like the usual surprise that would course through you when Leon would surprise you over and over again, you relished in it now more than ever, grin automatically growing on your features and eyes welling with tears.
Another granola bar and a sealed bottle of water. How the fuck did Leon find that??
You sniffled, overwhelmed with the admiration you held for Leon, shifting and turning in his hold so that your cheek rested against his chest, arms snaking around his small waist to cling to him. You let the tears fall, hiding your face into his chest, completely exhausted and completely smitten.
“T-thank you, Leon,” you cried and his fingers curled, grasping the fabric of your clothes tightly.
Minutes passed until Leon released a hand, being the ever so responsible zombie to motion towards the water and granola bar- the latter less appetizing given your earlier sickness. you sat up, chugging the liquid an almost one entire go.
Your gaze focused on Leon, face and clothes smeared with blood, but you could tell he tried- tried so hard to wipe at the gore that had stained his face and neck. the gore from jack.
If Leon could blush like a puppy being scolded, he would have, features contorting into what could only be described as shame and disappointment. his white eyes fluttered, turning his head to stare at the ground to shield how monstrous he looked. He was exactly that. A monster, a zombie. He killed someone and he didn't care. enjoyed it if anything, and if he had the ability to do so, he would have done it earlier.
A faint rumbling vibrated in his chest. He failed to protect you once. It wasn't supposed to happen again.
instead it was worse.
watching your body be pummeled by a man twice your size, your frail body slamming into the tiled floor with such force that it had your body locking up as if it was momentarily glitching, unable to process the devastating hit.
he was ashamed, fearful. He waited for you to show it. to scold him and panic and run to leave him. maybe you'd try to kill him. realize he was no different from any other zombie at all and needed to be put down.
you winced, positioning yourself to sit back on your thighs in between his broad legs as your eyes scanned his face, read the look in his eyes that caused a mixture of gratefulness and guilt to pool in the bottom of your stomach. He had saved you. saved you again.
"Leon, sweetheart," you cooed, slowly resting your palms against his now chilled cheeks, fingers brushing away the bloody strands of hair that laid against his forehead. "you saved me. again."
and like clockwork, like every time you tried to praise your devoted zombie boy, he mumbled in protest. in disagreement. you never should have been hit in the first place, never been hurt.
you wondered if he had felt scared, but thought was dismissed as soon as it formed. a stupid question. you had seen it in his eyes, in his actions, the way his hands had hovered and ran over your body in some sort of attempt to soothe both you and him. with no real solution, with nothing he could actually do, Leon was helpless.
with the way he held you while you were unconscious, you knew he wouldn't have left you alone. would have held you while you died. would he have bit you? turned you? you prayed if he did, you'd become like him. succumbing to an eternity of death with him by your side didn't seem so bad.
Shaky thumbs swiped against his cheek, under his lash line, and gently you gripped his chin to face you. You leaned in, lips pressing a soft kiss to a bloodless spot on his forehead.
"you saved me, Leon. I'm sorry for making you do that." and suddenly his hands were mirroring yours, cupping your cheeks and frantically shifting to rub his nose against yours again.
it was twisted, basking in this moment after what had happened, but you hadn't decided for things to go this way. jack did.
a small grin, your cheeks warmed. hands found his wrists to lightly back him away. you scanned the hallway you were in, eyes widening and jaw going completely slack when it clicked. Leon had found the exit, had dragged or carried you all this way.
"Holy shit leon. You did it- you found it!" you were standing before you could think, standing far too fast for the trauma your body had just been forced through and you winced, hands gripping your head and squeezing your eyes shut.
but Leon was there. Leon was always there. Already up, hands gripping your waist to steady you. You didn't know what he could feel, what he could remember. but Leon looked at you like you were everything. you didn't need words to know that.
With a shaky exhale, your hands found his, interlocking your fingers and smiling like he had hung the moon. the two of you would escape. go back to your apartment and wait whatever the fuck the two of you needed to wait out. you would figure it out.
Given I’m out of the city rn and in the mountains, I’m kinda in a low internet area and my parents refused to let me bring my laptop.
I’m gonna be writing out the requests on tablet and phone, but my tablet causes a LOT more spelling errors/mistakes!
Requests and more fics are being written. Just a little slower. Also the internet is super wonky and I have to use hotspot + mobile data all day every day to write and read on here (which means I’m no internet all night and can’t stay up till the dead of night and catch up on many fanfics).
Summer is hectic, but I’ll try to get as many fics done as soon as possible!
Thank you to the requesters. I’ll be finished with them hopefully by next week!
