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— Joel Miller — (On Hiatus)
— Leon Kennedy —
Evidence For You To Unravel
Summary: It started as a calm night, just a night in before things changed fast. Time is limited, only able to leave a small clue before things go dark. It's up to him to decode it, years spent fighting side by side. Only trust that it will be decoded is what holds it all together, a clue only he could unravel.
TW// fem reader, DSO partner reader, y/n used, age gap, drugging, kidnapping (not Leon), captivity, beating, torture(?), canon typical violence, trauma, reader last name is Lyra, reader is 29, pet names, smut, unprotected p in v, 69, creampie, dirty talk,
A/n I believe this is it, if I missed any warnings please let me know and I will add it! I hope y'all enjoy. - Ghost <3
It comes with the job, a target on your back and danger everywhere you go. It's something unspoken, watch your back where you go, keep an eye open even when you sleep. Because you never know when things could happen, or what could pop out of the darkness that lurks. Loss after loss and you pick up little things here and there, and it's those little things that can make the biggest difference.
//
It was supposed to be an easy night, off at a decent time deciding to make myself a real dinner for once. As I'm sat at the table eating I get an eerie feeling, as if I'm being watched. Standing up I head for my gun, opening the kitchen drawer where I keep a spare before starting. I search the house, covering ever little nook and cranny someone could be and finding nothing. As I settle in for the night I decide on a drink, a glass of wine to maybe help me relax before I get ready for bed. As I pour a glass I look through my notes, opening my laptop trying to look closer at some information we had taken at a scene. Just as I spot it something my stomach swirls, head beginning to feel light. I know something isn't right, the drink not being strong enough to cause this a few sips in. Before I grow too disorientated I pull my phone out, searching for that familiar contact before opening the message. It's only one word, a code that we had set when we first became partners. I was young, barely 22 when I stepped into the building while he was older, more experienced. He had wanted to set a key word in case I was in trouble and needed help, though I never took it serious and it had never been used, only discussed that one time years ago.
Quickly doing my best to move fast I begin the self lockdown mechanic I created on my computer before grabbing the notebook and pen I'd set aside, scrawling the only thing I could manage as my vision began to go black. From the corner of my eye I see a figure, just barely able to see who it is before the pen drops.
// Leon pov //
The office is quiet, no one really here other than me. Focused on the current case I have the information spread out, y/n having gone home hours ago. She's young, started at 22 and is still here now at 29. Her skills had been amazing, another survivor of Raccoon City that the government roped in despite her only being a small child at outbreak. A feeling crawls up my spine, as if something is happening that I can't quite understand. Just as I begin to try and shove it away my phone buzzes, checking it to find her name light up the screen. Opening it up it feels as if time has stopped, world tilting at the single word sent. Bluebird. It was her choosing for the code word, not having taken me serious when I told her we were setting one. Not once has it been used, a thing I thought she'd long forgotten by now. Quickly calling her phone it rings only once before it dies, calling a second time that goes straight to voicemail. Snatching my keys I head out, only stopping by one other office. "Sherry, I'm headed to check on y/n. She needs help, just listen for my call." She nods as I head out of the building, straight to the car. Pulling up it looks normal, only a few lights on.
But it's eerily quiet, the air carrying a secret no one yet knows. Stepping out I head to the porch, communicating my entrance. Using one hand I push the door open, finding it to be unlocked. As I enter the house I clear it, finding her glass of wine and notebook on the coffee table, her phone on the floor by the couch still open to our text. It looks otherwise undisturbed, if it were anyone else I'd think nothing of it. But her? Nothing is accidental, nothing is coincidental. She's sharp, smart with every move she makes. Something isn't right. Hearing a second car pull up I quickly turn, a voice calling out seconds after a car door opens. "Leon? It's Claire." Lowering my weapon she walks in, gun on her hip and already scanning the area like you would a crime scene. "What are you doing here?" She begins searching through stuff as well, not wasting a second. "Sherry called, gave me the address. What exactly happened to bring you here, how do you know something is wrong." Looking in the kitchen I observe the dishes in the sink, the place looking like she'd just been having a quiet night.
"When we first became partners I tried to set up a code word she would say if she were in trouble, she took it as a joke and gave me a random word. I was at the office when she texted me, all it said was Bluebird. She's in trouble, she wouldn't just send that for no reason." She nods, knowing her well enough to also know it isn't coincidental. "Ok, she's not a dumb kid so there's got to be something here that we are missing." As she takes the second floor I begin searching here, entering the living room where it looks she'd been last. My eyes catch the notebook again, picking it up to look through. It's the most recent page I find it, a message.
V S D
B B S
It cuts off there, but it's clear enough to read. Her laptop is locked down, unable to be opened from the looks of it unless someone has a way in. "Claire! Got something." She comes down, moving to stand with me. "V S D B B S, it's just a few letters Leon. It could mean anything." I shake my head, trying to think what it could be. "No, it's not just letters. She wrote these letters for a reason, she doesn't do things without meaning. She's saying something I just need to figure out what. She also completely locked down her laptop, she was hiding something from whoever it was."
// Y/n pov //
My head pounds, bright lights filtering through my closed eyelids. I take a deep breath, trying to come back to my senses. There's a lack of noise, only the humming of machines and drops of water hitting concrete and metal. Blinking my eyes open I adjust to the light, moving to raise a hand to shield them but stopped short. My eyes snap open, finding myself trapped in some room with my hands retrained tightly to the metal chair. It's cold, a smell of strong sterilizers used recently filling my nose. The memory comes back, although a bit fuzzy it's clear enough. Vale and the location I'd just discovered when I lost consciousness. Texting Leon. Deep down I hope he figures it out, knowing nothing much would be left behind and he'd possibly thought nothing of the message. All I was able to write down were the letters, not able to see straight enough nor having time to spell it all out. As I begin to inspect the restraints that are welded into the chair the door clinks, an external lock sliding out of place. I quickly stop my movements, not wanting whoever it is to pick up on anything. He walks in, eyes finding me as he slowly smiles.
"Hello Agent Lyra, how do you feel?" I don't respond, remaining silent as I only watch him. "Silent treatment? That's no way to make friends." I only offer a shrug, still trying to watch his every move as if it'll tell me something. "You know, you are one very smart woman, been on our tail this whole time. You don't miss any little detail, not a stone left unturned with you." He pulls a chair up in front of me, sitting just far enough away to keep out of my reach as if I could move. "Tell me, how do you do it, how can someone from such a young age be so smart? Didn't you survive Raccoon City by yourself as a young child? Not many children survived, let alone one of your age. How old were you again? Seven? Very impressive." It makes my skin crawl, knowing somehow he has found my information from somewhere, digging open old wounds I bury. I decide to play his game, maybe buy time for someone to figure something out. "Wouldn't you like to know? I mean, go through all this trouble thinking you are perfectly hiding information when in reality it's clearly hidden within what you leave behind. Maybe it's less about how I've figured it out but more so about how you suck at keeping secrets."
Taunting him is risky, but he's cocky. If I play my cards the way I observe best fit then it could be my ticket to an opening, a key out. "Is that so?" He stands up, beginning to circle me where I sit. "If it was my problem wouldn't your little buddy have found me just as quick? What was his name again... Agent Kennedy?" My heart sinks, he's been watching us. Keeping tabs and gathering his own intel. A two-way investigation. "Why did you even bring me here? What exactly do you want from me?" I meet his eyes as he stops in front of me, kneeling down as he holds direct eye contact. He cups my face, his thumb trailing over my pulse point as disgust slithers through my skin where he touches. "I don't reveal my plans too early, but you know that already don't you. All I'll say is you have a... very important meaning to my research. Needed someone who survived the outbreak, preferably someone young and in good health. You are the perfect age, you are mid-twenties and in amazing health given your choice of work. My dream candidate even, I've got big plans for you dear." I feel a wave of rare felt fear, unsure of what he truly means.
All I can hope is Leon understood, Leon has to get it. I can only hope he is unraveling the small hint I provided.
// Leon pov //
The glass of wine was sent for testing, only the few sips taken being strange. There were no signs of forced entry while also no signs of her having company. Whoever walked in had to have quietly taken her, she wouldn't walk out without a fight leading me to suspect the drink. Her notebook is in front of me, those six letters begging to be found out. I know it's a clue, know it's not a coincidence it was the last thing written. The way they are written shakily, losing consciousness trying to make sure she left something. She must have texted first, writing those last. Cameras are being checked based on the time stamp of our message, the last message sent from her.
V S D
B B S
Digging through everything I pull her files, all the cases she has worked or been a part of in some way, looking deeper into her background and everything we've done that could've been overlooked. A knock at the door draws my attention, calling them in without looking up. "Leon I think I got something on her laptop." Looking up Sherry walks it over, joining me at the small table where I've spent most of the night sat. "She locked it down yes, but nothing was deleted. She has a program that she knows I know about, she altered it a little more to make it more secure but I got in. She was looking at the evidence from the last scene you both were sent to, almost like she had just found something. Maybe start here, the lab reports from the drink also came back. It was spiked with a sedative." Nodding to her I feel a renewed sense of hope, these little breakthroughs giving me more space to search. "Thank you Sherry." She leaves a moment after, door closing as I begin to go through the information she'd last been going through. The six letters continue to float in my mind, taunting me to find them. Begging me to make the connection. Time ticking away, the longer this takes the more likely she's going through worse.
I find a photo she had open in another tab, partially zoomed in. Zooming back in closer I scan it, coming across what seems to be a name. Vale. It's as if something clicks, moving to my own monitor and running through every possible thing that could come back to that name. Boom. A photo, a name that matches and a connection to our current case. She must have just gotten it, had just connected the two dots. V S D. The first three letters fall into place, Vale Spiked Drink. She told me who it is and how they got her, the B B S has to be somewhere here too, just hidden beneath the surface somewhere. Falling more into it I don't stop, the sun rising as I continue to sit and scour every tiny detail.
// Y/n pov //
For someone who wanted me in perfect health isn't doing a very good job of that, the bruising now lining my face as blood dribbles to my shirt. He wanted to know what all I knew, I stayed silent. His next rational thought? Beating it out of me, jokes on him though because I've spent plenty of time taking hits. The only thing keeping me focused is trust, Leon isn't dumb, he will figure it out. He will show up, just give it time. "You know Vale-" I cut myself off, spitting blood from my mouth before continuing. "For someone who claims they want their patient, in your own words, in perfect health you really have a funny way of keeping them healthy." I watch him stand before me through one eye, the other swollen shut from the force of his hits. He's weaker on his left side, relying on his right side to carry out the attack. The corner of my lips tilt, egging him on because it keeps him busy. "You don't learn do you?" I shake my head, hair falling into my face. "So I've been told." He yanks my head back by my hair, leaning close into my face. "This because your folks left you behind? You act all big and tough in hopes they would come back?"
It hits deep, faltering despite my best efforts to keep straight. "Ah, that's where it is. Spent the younger years never enough so you have to overcompensate in everything you do, prove yourself to anyone and everyone while acting like nothing affects you. I had a feeling that's where it all came from, just a sad little girl wanting someone to see her. Well lucky for you, you've gathered my attention." The slip in the exterior is weak, the internal fire burning again. "How about I give you a little... break. Get some sleep, with some assistance of course." Turning his back to me my heart sinks, watching as he opens a cabinet I can't see into an drawing some liquid into a syringe. "What is that?" He smiles as he turns, priming the medication of sorts while walking over. "Think of it as a... sleep enhancer." Before I can protest he pins my head to the side, exposing my neck as he sinks the needle in deep. A warmth spreads through my veins, mixing with the blood as my eyes close.
The torture is new, entering a hellscape within my own mind. I feel my heart pounding, ears rushing as I'm thrown to the demons of my past, the beginning of a life that led me here.
// Dream //
It's dark, the dingy apartment of Raccoon City September 1998. Walking through I see it, a small girl that takes a second to register. Me. My small frame opening the bedroom door, the same one that maintenance had to fix earlier that day from it being kicked in. She's covered in bruises already, a raggedy stuffed bear in her hand as she calls out. "Mama? Daddy?" I call out to her to run, to turn around but she doesn't hear me. I follow behind her, watching as she heads straight to what woke her up. Tears blur my vision, her tiny hand pushing the door open where she finds the horrifying sight. She lets out cry, backing away from the room. She forgets shoes, because all she could think was she needed to leave. The people who can help should be three blocks away, hiding in the smallest of places to avoid the monsters around the streets. Reaching her destination it's empty, growls echoing through the building as cuts on the bottom of her feet bleed. The only thought is that desk, hide there and maybe someone will show up. The person who does show up though isn't who she had thought, the memories once blurred now clear as I follow along on the outskirts.
An outsider in her own trauma, reliving it but unable to stop it. A man walks in, heads behind that very desk before pausing. Tears fall down my face as I realize who exactly that man was, now knowing why he gives me the looks he does in the office. "Woah... It's ok, what is your name?" It's clear this was the very last thing he had expected to find, my tiny voice answers shakily. "Y/n... My mama and daddy are gone, I don't know where to go." He nods, speaking softly as he lifts me up. "It's ok y/n, come with me. I can get you out of here, my name is Carlos." As he keeps the young version of me safe I see it, the way he genuinely keeps me safe, making jokes to ease the scary situation. And all I can do is watch on, watch as Carlos and then Jill help me get out. The way I had been handed over to the government as an orphan, giving Carlos a fist bump before going. Every little detail that was once blurry now clear, wounds pouring fresh blood as I watch the night her life fell apart, and the building she walks into that will become a new nightmare.
That building where she eventually was handed off to train in a program that would nearly kill her, train her to become a personal weapon because even at only seven a small child was marked and watched for the moment she would become an adult.
// Leon pov //
Searching the documents she had open I scour every tiny detail, zooming into photos and reading every word on each page. Frustration grows, mind flickering from the task at hand to the unknowns. Where is she, what does Vale want and why her? What is he doing with her while I'm here trying to decode it all. "You should eat, might help you refocus. Can't work properly on an empty stomach." Looking over I find Claire, just now realizing that everyone is returning for the day. "I need to find her, I know it's here. I figured out the first part, just can't figure out the last three." She walks over, dropping a sandwich in front of me while taking over looking at everything I've gotten through so far. "Vale spiked drink so we have a name and confirmation it was the drink. What do you think the other half could be. Is there a connection between her and Vale?" Taking a bite I swallow, swapping to one of the million open tabs. "She was looking at the current case we are on while she was at home, from what it looks like she had just cracked something. I think the first was the name, I'm thinking the second set of letters is also what she had found. I just can't find where it is. I've been looking all fucking night." Finally finishing eating she continues looking, zooming in and out while searching every little thing she can think.
I just almost miss it, the detail so small and exhaustion creeping in almost blurring it. "Wait." As she pauses on a photo I quickly zoom in on it closer, the three words becoming clear. A location within a photo, just a barely there background detail. Typing it into the search bar I find an address, an abandoned hospital left untouched for years. It's not a promise, but it's not nothing. It matches the three letters left, B B S.
Black Briar Sanatorium.
"Here, Black Briar Sanatorium. That's where she has to be. I'm heading there, couple hours away." I leave before she can say another word, heading to the location. I need to find her, because I can't lose her.
// Y/n pov //
My surroundings begin to return, a trickle then all at once. I gasp for air, finding that tears had spilled down my cheeks. My chest hurts, mentally weakened as Vale stands there as if he's entertained. "What did you do?" He steps closer, kneeling to my height. "I took a little look inside your head, wanted to help remind you where you come from and gather what I needed." Tears have carved a path through the blood and grime, my heart still a painful tempo inside. "For what..." He knows it, he managed to break into the walls. Trying to break me down into compliance. "To see what components you have and make sure you are exactly what I needed, which I was right, you are exactly what I've been searching for." He backs away, heading to the door as I keep my head dropped. "Don't worry, I shouldn't be long. The time has almost come." As the door shuts I begin to lose hope, tears dripping to the floor. All the memories now clear painful, knowing he's gotten into my head and shattered the boundaries. Torture, pain and the loss of that little girl inside me. Flashes still rock my mind, a darkness trying to consume and drag me below.
That little light of hope begins to grow dimmer, because maybe he didn't figure it out. Maybe my apartment still sits empty, my missing presence yet to be discovered. Trying to hold on I force my breathing to calm, force that hardened exterior back up and build the walls piece by piece. The door opens hours later, his voice calling as I continue to ignore it. "It's time, let's go." He secures my wrists with a different set of restraints before removing the chair restraints, two large men on each side of me to keep me contained. I've given up, body exhausted and fate accepted. I'm led into a larger room, a machine sat in the center of bright lights and various screens. "Have a seat." I don't move, standing in place before I'm forcefully laid onto the reclined chair and strapped down. "Do you have any words you'd like to say? If you do feel free to speak now." They are poking and prodding me, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Fuck you." He laughs, the two men remaining beside me as he shakes his head. "Short and sweet." He pushes a liquid substance into my blood stream, a direct line having been placed in my arm for easy access.
My chest tightens, a sensation of panic setting in as whatever he has given me begins taking effect. Just before my vision goes dark and the room fades to pure silence I hear a commotion, Vale revealing one last thing. Visions dance behind my eyes, battles I never win and the people I care for dying on repeat each in a new horrific way. I can't wake up, unsure what's real anymore from the way it is. It feels real, but I still cling to the reality that is beginning to blur. Maybe I died, maybe he killed me and this is where I'm destined to for the rest of time. Maybe this is what hell looks like, maybe it's where I was always headed.
// Leon //
Pulling up I take it in, the silence and lack of life. Silence too loud for an abandoned building, something within the walls lives. Making my way around I search for any signs of life, an entrance that looks used, anything to give me a direction. As I approach the back of the building it's subtle. almost unnoticeable but still there. It feels as if the ground is humming, a slight vibration coming from below. Entering through a back door the space is dusty, not a soul in sight. No signs of human or non-human life, just decades worth of dirt, grime and damage. I make my way through slowly, my mind stuck on her. It taunts me, the flash of her smile or ghost of her laugh. I shake it away, pushing everything down like I have for years now. Finding a cracked open door that looks to have recently been forced open I press in, the dirt beneath the frame freshly disturbed. It's dark, the beam of the flashlight catching what looks to be a storage room. Moving around I find little things, a path leading somewhere deeper. It drags me in, eventually seeing the flicker of a light in the distance. It's a tunnel of sorts, a ladder dropping down into uncharted territory.
I descend it, the space too clean for how long it's sat unused. An ambulance port, an underground route where they possibly transported patients in another time. The humming of electricity floats around, buzzing in my ears as I keep moving. Growls suddenly sound from the depths before me, making their debut moments later. They are fast, an advanced mutation. The screeching drowns out any other noise, squelching as the blood spurts from their bodies as they drop. The have to know I was here by now, gunshots echoing loudly in the area. Making it through the last few I catch a breath for a split second, eyes catching the light emanating beneath a door. Entering it I duck down behind a large barrel of unknown contents, the scene below causing my throat to close. Behind what looks to be a two way mirror her limp body lay on a medical recliner, a tube pumping something into her system as she twitches. Screens monitoring vitals and other things I can't yet understand on the same side as me. She's hooked up to so many wires, bruised and bloodied. As much as I want to rush down to her I'm highly outnumbered, so I need to be sharp and quiet. As I begin to piece together a plan movement sounds from behind me, moving quick before stopping. "Thought you were doing this alone?"
Claire, Carlos, Jill and Chris take cover scattered around, also taking in the scene below. With the five of us it should be easier, especially since we have skills they most likely don't. Before we can do any more a voice calls from below, covers blown. "We've got company." As chaos erupts I try to keep my focus on the threat, my eyes dragging to the two way mirror every so often. The speaker monitors everything Vale says inside, broadcasting to the entire room of chaos. Someone must have managed to hit an alarm, the room she's in quickly bathed in a red glow. "Lock it down!" I begin making my way to that door, stopped by people in the way as my heart races knowing she's just within reach. I hear the others yell for me to enter, them too having heard it over the commotion. Pushing inside the gunfire seems louder, heart monitors beating steadily as I am unable to help her yet. Vale stands beside her, as if he'd been waiting for this.
"Mr. Kennedy, wonderful to meet you." I keep my gun trained, the both of us face to face as I throw a glance to her. "What do you want from her." He shrugs, as if he is deciding to answer. "She was perfect for my tests, great health, young and plenty of memories from a young age to pull from. Her history was what made me select her, don't worry she was treated nicely." Her body is still limp on the table, the only comfort being the way her chest steadily rises and falls. "Five star hospitality I see." He laughs, his hand twitching. "She was real good to work with you know, it’s amazing what the mind can do. She had some interesting things hidden up there." It causes anger to flair, knowing that he had done something to her. "That so?" I don’t hear it, the quiet shuffle of movement from across the room. As he begins to twitch more I already know, having memorized these patterns by now. Chris, Carlos Jill, and Claire join soon after he turns, all of us trying to take him down. I have no clue when she had moved, the sound of her voice breaking through it all. "Move!" As we scatter I search for where she’s at, seeing the way she struggles to hold herself upright at some sort of control panel. Just as Vale hears her he turns, that familiar smile curling her lip as she grabs something on the machine.
"Maybe next time you should wait until the patient is actually asleep to spill secrets Vale." The second it’s pulled there’s a loud noise, grating metal as the floor begins to rumble. As we continue shooting the floor opens, whatever glowing shit beneath it pulling him under its surface. Looking over I see the way she sways, whatever he had given her still not fully out of her system. Her hands cling to the machine in front of her, breaths labored as she forces herself to stay on her feet. "He… He won’t be coming out of there alive, dumbass thought I was asleep when he told someone what that was. It was intended to kill me and leave no trace but guess it worked on him too." We all huff a laugh, our eyes meeting each other. It's instinctive, the way I pull her into my arms the second I’m able to. I feel the small smile spread across her cheeks, her own hands wrapping around me just as tight. Looking down at her exhausted face I see the bruising, scanning every inch of her face as if to memorize the features she has. "I knew you'd get it... Knew you'd find me."
// Y/n //
It feels as if it lasts forever, unsure how long it's been until it begins to crumble. The vision disappears, plunged into darkness. I’m jolted awake, silently gasping for air. It’s chaos, gunfire bursting through my ears. It only takes a second before I realize what’s happening, body feeling like it weighs a thousand pounds as I try to move. He found me, found the clues I'd left and understood. I quietly move, looking at who all is in the room. Vale is here, but so are a few other faces I’m relieved to see. Managing to move myself I land on the ground with a quiet thud, seeing the monstrosity he has turned himself into as my legs refuse to cooperate. I notice that nobody has yet realized I’ve moved, heart pounding as I try to stand. I use the control panel for leverage, having crawled close enough to use it to get where I needed. I look at the others, scanning over for safety before I yell. "Move!" My teammates make room, a smile spreading before I can stop it as what’s left of Vale watches me.
"Maybe next time you should wait until the patient is actually asleep to spill secrets Vale." I yank the handle, watching as the hole in the ground opens to reveal what he had planned to drop me into once done. It’s a little terrifying, the way he dissolves into nothing. I still feel unstable, breaths heavy while I sway slightly. "He… He won’t be coming out of there alive, dumbass thought I was asleep when he told someone what that was. It was intended to kill me and leave no trace but guess it worked on him too." We all laugh, my eyes finding Leon’s. He walks over, pulling me into his arms tightly. Relief hits me, the reality that he actually found me settling. He pulls away just enough to look at me, exhausted to the bone as I speak first. "I knew you'd get it... Knew you'd find me." His hand comes up to fix my hair, letting out a sigh at the touch. Leaning against him he guides me out of the building, all of us being met with ambulances and police cars.
//
As I sit in the back of an ambulance I am cleared, injuries patched and cleaned. I stand up, walking over to where I see Jill and Carlos talking. They look over, the way Carlos looks at me the same way I previously couldn’t read now clear. "I… I just wanted to say thank you, not just for this but…" I trail off, fingernails suddenly very interesting. "Y’all are the ones who got me out of Raccoon City, I won’t go into it because I’m still processing everything but I remember now. Carlos found me under the desk in the hospital and brought me with him, eventually catching up with you. I’m sorry I didn’t remember." They smile, something relaxing in Carlos’ body. "No need to say thank you, that’s what we were there for. You were one hell of a kid, just glad you are alright." Jill responds similarly, smiling as Carlos pulls me into a hug. It’s one that feels like he’s letting something go, like a piece of him was fitting back into place. Leon walks over, waiting as I hug Jill before returning to his side. "You ready to get out of here?" I nod, smiling at him as we head off together.
Sitting in Leon's car it's silent, curled into myself as the heater warms my cold skin. Neither of us bother to fill the silence, sitting here in our own worlds. I see his eyes flick to me every now and then, as if checking I'm still physically here as we drive back home. Leaning my head against the window my eyes grow heavy, sleep dragging me into it's grip. Falling asleep he looks over, watching the way my features have softened. The peaceful look tugging at something in his chest, but even though he knows it's just sleep he can't help the way he carefully checks to make sure I'm still breathing. Reaching a stop light he grabs his jacket from the back seat, carefully draping it over me like a blanket. The drive is quiet, the only sound being the low music humming from the radio and the quiet breaths I let out in my sleep. The guilt that settles is heavy, the way he had almost been too late. The way I was unconscious and beaten for an unknown amount of time he will never know.
// Leon's pov //
It eats me alive as she sleeps, the soft sounds she makes in her sleep filling the car bringing a bit of comfort. The way she looked on that table, before she was woken up. The feelings collide violently, one after another mixing my head up. The fear I felt wasn't one that I expected, the fear that consumed me one similar you would feel if it were a lover. As we come to a light I check her breathing again, despite knowing she's breathing I still need to check for my own sanity. As the gas runs low I pull into the first gas station we come across, about halfway back home by this point. She stirs as the lights filter through the windshield, nose scrunching before she settles again. Quietly getting out I head inside, grabbing a coffee and snacks before paying for the gas all together. Setting the bag down I get everything settled, making sure she’s still asleep before pumping gas. The shadows dance across her features, the bruises looking worse than they truly are. The pump clicks, indicating the tank is full.
Driving a little farther I decide to stop for the night, finding a hotel and checking in. I open her door carefully, trying not to wake her as I lift her into my arms. Half asleep she cuddles into me, for the first time realizing just how small she actually is. Laying her in the bed I move to check the locks, sending a message of where we stopped before turning at the sound of her voice. "Leon?" Her half lidded eyes find mine, walking over as she sits up. "Where are we?" Sitting on the side of the bed I face her, unable to help myself when I bring a hand up to brush away the crease between her brows. "Hotel, was getting late so figured I’d let you rest." She nods, leaning into my touch. "I could've driven, should have just woke me up." Despite her own words her eyelids flutter, sleep calling for her again. "Mhm, as you say that your eyes are closing. It's fine, just get some rest ok?" As she lays back down I cover her up, sitting beside her for another moment before standing.
Taking a spot on the couch I stretch out, eventually dozing off without realizing.
// Y/n pov //
Sweat covers my skin as my heart pounds in my ears, bolting upright finally released from the nightmare. My eyes scan the darkness, the pale glow from the window lighting up just enough of the room to see Leon spread what looks to be very uncomfortably on the couch. Moving quietly I stand, heading into the bathroom. Standing at the sink I begin to splash water on my face, doing my best to wash the remnants of the terror in my head away. I breathe slow, trying to calm my heart as I push it back down. Trying to shove everything back into that little box, the one that unwillingly was exposed. Wounds reopened, ones I knew of and others that were pulled from the depths of my mind. I don’t know whether I would’ve rather them all stay lost to time or if I should’ve remembered, a whole new world of horrors now haunting my psyche. Lifting my head I stare at my reflection, searching for something that still feels like my own. But it all feels like it’s someone else’s now, memories invaded in a way that feels like it’s taken something away from me.
A soft knock comes to the door, turning to look as if it would magically open on its own. "Yeah?" I feel bad, having woken him up from his sleep. "You alright?" I open the door, face to face with him as I try to put the mask on that I cling to. "Yeah, I’m fine." He nods, but the way he scans over me tells me he doesn’t buy it. Walking out I head to the bed, only sitting on the edge not moving to lay back down. "You don’t have to be fine all the time, I don’t know what all happened while you were alone with Vale but you don’t have to handle it by yourself." I pause, swallowing down the tears as he sits beside me. "Have you… Have you ever felt like a piece of you was taken away? Like, I don’t know I guess I feel like I’m not mine anymore. Like I was robbed of being my own person." His hand finds mine, just barely ghosting his fingers over where mine rest against the sheets. "Yeah, many times." I finally meet his eyes, tears beginning to line my lashes. The look he matches me with is soft, as if seeing my pain causes him to feel it too. "Does it get better? Do you ever get those pieces back?" He wishes he could say it does, wishes to say that it’s temporary but if he did he’d be lying. So he chooses the truth, because I shouldn’t be lied to.
"Not really, no. But you learn how to better handle it, learn how to gather new pieces of who you are and replace the old. It won’t ever truly be the same but it’s something…" He trails off for a moment, as if debating something before continuing. "What happened in there?" The wires are all tangled and frayed, however long I’d been there feeling like years. "He knew me, as we were investigating him he began investigating us. Said he chose me because I was the perfect candidate for his experiment, that he needed someone who was young and in good shape. Also wanted someone who survived Raccoon City, and since I survived at seven I guess it piqued his interest more. I didn’t remember a lot of Raccoon City, I mean I was just a little kid. First he was just trying to get information, maybe even a rise out of me. I was doing the same for him, he came into my house at some point and spiked my wine. When I came to I was restrained, unable to escape because it was a metal chair with metal cuffs welded to it. When he got fed up with my bullshit he said more, he knew about my childhood."
"He injected something in my neck, said it was a sleep enhancer. I relived it all again, Raccoon City specifically." I pause, trying to gather what I wanna say. "I wasn’t myself though, I wasn’t watching through my own eyes. I watched it from the sidelines, watched the moment I left my bedroom and found my parents. She couldn’t hear me, fuck I tried to warn her but I couldn’t do anything. I had blocked a lot of it out, I didn’t remember a lot of what happened and so I had to relive it in perfect detail. I followed as I walked three blocks amidst the destruction to the hospital because in my little mind that’s where I could get help. I was barefoot, feet bleeding as I walked in. When I found nothing but more zombies I hid beneath a desk, until I was found." I pause, unsure whether I should share who exactly found me. "When I first walked into DSO and saw Carlos I noticed he gave me a strange look, muttering something to Jill but I didn’t think anything of it. Just figured it was being new, but it wasn’t. Carlos is who found me beneath that desk, carried me along with him and both of them got me out. Jill and Carlos were the ones who took me to safety before I was taken into government custody. It all was so real, but I knew it was just a dream because I was watching as an outsider."
Looking back up I see his attention is solely on me, allowing me to talk as he takes it all in. "I had forgotten who saved me, didn’t even remember because a lot of those years were blurry. When I woke up I felt violated, knowing he had gotten into my head. I saw y’all and knew I had to move, I felt like I weighed a thousand pounds. I had previously stopped fighting him, the last attempt being when I refused to get on the table. After I was forcefully laid down and strapped in I allowed him to hook me up to machines. He asked if I had any last words and you know, I was pissed so naturally I said fuck you." A huff of a barely there laugh escapes me, the attempt to make myself feel better not doing much for me. "He injected something into me again, I felt this wave of panic before it went dark again. When I woke up I was sent into fights that never happened, watching everyone I care about die and unable to save anyone. I think he was controlling what I saw and what all happened, it’s the only thing I can think of cause these mutations were ones I haven’t seen before in my life. It was on repeat, over and over I was left to watch it all." I swallow, voice threatening to break. "It all dropped suddenly, like the connection for a lack of better words was interrupted. Everything just turned to black before I woke up."
He looks down at me, pain written in his eyes at the revelation. "I'm sorry, I’m sorry it took me so fucking long. I promise I didn’t rest once, I got your text and took off immediately but the house was empty. Claire showed up too and when we searched I found your note and computer. The second I figured it all out I came straight to you, the others meeting me there without me asking. I’m sorry I took so long." I shake my head, the way he feels at fault breaking my heart. "It wasn’t your fault, you did everything you could. You found me and saved me, that’s what matters." As I look up he avoids my eyes, looking like he’s trying not to say something. His jaw tightens before he loosens it, as if fighting an internal battle. "Leon?" He shakes his head, looking down at his hand that rests millimeters from mine. "It’s wrong, fuck. You’re so young, I can’t- I can’t ruin your life like that." Confusion tugs at me, confused on what he means. "What do you mean?" When he finally faces me he looks like he’s fighting for words, opening his mouth before closing it again. "I-" He cuts himself off, muttering something beneath his breath before lifting a hand to hold my face. I lean into it, the movement like second nature. He seems to make a decision, as if deciding he isn’t able to turn back now. It catches me off guard, the way he leans in and kisses me. It takes me only a second to melt into him, his thumb running back and forth over my cheek. It’s slow, almost shy as he kisses me.
Pulling away he rests his forehead to mine, both our eyes closed. "So that’s what you meant." He huffs a laugh at the teasing tone I take on, pulling away just enough to see me. "Yeah, even if it’s just this once I… I just needed to do that at least once." Without another word I lean back in, this time initiating the second kiss. He moves his free hand from the bed beside me to my waist, holding on as if to let himself know it’s real. His hold is steady, not holding too tight but holding enough to feel. Scooting closer I move carefully, ribs sensitive as I straddle him. He leans back, adjusting to the change in position as his hands find my thighs. We both get lost in it, the kiss growing a little more heated. He pulls away, staying close enough his lips brush mine as he speaks. "If we keep going I don’t know if I can go back to just being partners." I brush a kiss to the corner of his mouth, feeling the way his breath stutters. "Then don’t." His hands move from where they rest carefully on my thighs to my ass, grabbing the flesh as his lips find mine again. He squeezes, swallowing the moan that he pulls from me. He begins to rock me against him, tongue sliding into my mouth as I whimper. My hands finding their way into his hair I tug lightly, feeling him grow hard beneath me.
He pulls away, hands tugging on the bottom of the shirt I wear. Leaning back I take it off, leaving me in just the sports bra I usually wear for missions. Tugging at his I break his gaze, lifting it up over his head and tossing it off to the side. His hands carefully drag up my body, slipping beneath the band of my sports bra to pull it off. As soon as it’s off his hands find my tits, massaging them as a choked sound leaves his kiss swollen lips. "Fuck, been hiding these from me." I moan, head falling back as he begins sucking on them. It stings as he covers them in deep purple bruises, trailing the marks up to my neck. It’s as if he’s leaving his own claim, washing away the violent hands that bruised my skin. Pulling him back by his hair I pull his lips back on mine, his arm sliding around my waist to hold me to him while flipping us over. I run my hands over his arms, feeling the pure muscle there as he moves. Moving my hand down his chest I trail the hair there, finding my way to the button of his jeans. His breath hitches, feeling the tips of my fingers dip below. As I pop the button he leans back, pulling my bottoms off before following with his own. Left in only our underwear I sit up, pushing him lightly to lay on the bed. Kissing down his body he whimpers, the sound becoming my favorite song.
As I reach the waistband of his underwear I pull them down, his hard cock resting against his lower stomach. Just as I close my fist around him and begin to pump he catches my wrist, stopping my movements. "Come here, sit on my face." Pulling my underwear off he scoots down, making room for me to settle over his face. Scooting up the bed I straddle his face, once again taking hold of his dick. As his tongue swipes through my folds I take him into my mouth, feeling him groan against my pussy. As I bob my head he flicks his tongue over my clit, two fingers pressing in. A moan slips through, his hips jerking up at the feeling. As my orgasm begins to build I lose my rhythm, pulling off of him and using my hand instead. He doubles down, the slurping sounds filling the room. My thighs shake, closing around his head as I cum hard. He moans, pulling me down even more. He works me through it, stopping once I jerk my hips away in overstimulation. Moving off of him I lay on my stomach while he moves to lay on his side, trailing his fingers over my spine as I come down.
"You ok baby?" I nod, turning my head to look at him. "Yeah, I'm perfect." He smiles, waiting before I begin to roll over to my back. He stops me, pressing a kiss to my lips. "Want you like this, that ok?" I nod, his legs straddling my waist. Reaching beside me he grabs one of the pillows, tapping my side and sliding the pillow beneath my hips propping them up. Laying my head on another I feel his tip catch my entrance, slowly pressing in. He leans over me as he moves slow, the feeling of him completely covering me flooding my veins with a sense of safety. As he bottoms out he lets out a sigh, his chest flush against my back as his head rests on my shoulder. "Leon..." It's breathless, his lips pressing soft kisses against my shoulder as I adjust. "I know, fuck you feel good." As the sting fades it's replaced with a need for more, arms wrapping around the pillow as I wiggle my hips. He gets the message, pulling out before thrusting back in. It's slow, the air of the room intimate. He groans into my skin, my own following as the position makes him hit spots I didn't know existed.
He pulls out suddenly, looking almost sheepish as he rolls me over. "I'm sorry, I just need to see your face while I fuck you." Wrapping my arms around his neck I pull him down, lips catching his as he thrusts back inside. The room is hot, sweat slick bodies pressed tight together. He adjusts the angle just slightly, hitting deeper than I've ever felt before. My back arches, a loud whine of his name as he smiles against my lips. "That the spot? Feel how deep I am?" I nod, my voice nearly a whisper. "Yes, can feel you in my stomach. N- never felt it like this." He presses kisses down my neck, sucking another mark as he begins to circle my clit with his thumb. "Mmhm, that's right. Taking my cock so well, looking so pretty with your cunt stuffed full of me. All mine, say it baby. Tell me you are mine." I cry out, answering him without hesitating. "All yours Leon, always been yours." He moans, thrusts growing frantic as he gets close. Before I can warn him I fall over the edge, his name the only word I can form as pleasure clouds my vision.
His thumb traces my bottom lip, taking in way my brows furrow and the feel of my hands clinging to him. It triggers his own release, lips crashing onto mine as he releases hot ropes of cum deep inside me. He pants as we come down, leaving soft kisses across my cheeks. "You alright my love?" I smile, pushing his sweat slick hair from his forehead. "Yeah, are you?" He huffs a laugh, nudging his nose against mine. "Better than ever." Pulling out he grabs his shirt, cleaning us both up before he pulls me into him. As I listen to the beat of his heart I know, for however long we are breathing this is where I want to be.
Snippet of “Evidence For You To Unravel”
+ mini update on fics and schedule
Literally like one line but I am super excited to release it. I have an essay to write tomorrow for my English Composition 2 class so I probably won’t be able to finish it just yet but it’s getting close. I hope to have it out by the end of the week and the next chapters of After Hours and Fault Lines out too.
Snippet below the cut
“All I can hope is Leon understood, Leon has to get it. I can only hope he is unraveling the small hint I provided.”
“The six letters continue to float in my mind, taunting me to find them. Begging me to make the connection.”
//
I will add that the pov’s will switch often between reader and Leon as it’s the best fit for the story, for it to come out the way I want it to I have to keep swapping pov’s. I can’t wait for these to be released. - Ghost🫶🏻
Evidence For You To Unravel
Coming soon🤭
Forever And A Lifetime With You
Part 2 of Until You Came Along
TW// shy reader, smut, virginity loss, fingering fem receiving, praise, insecure reader for a sec, slight dirty talk?, consent king Leon, unprotected p in v, creampie, aftercare
NOT PROOFREAD I’m feeling a bit lazy ok… a girly has two essays due soon😭
A/n I feel like this is a bit bad so I apologize ahead of time. I couldn’t really figure out how to tie it up so that is where it kinda turned, I hope it’s ok. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. - Ghost🫶🏻
“I’m not taking your virginity on my couch, I want to do right by you. I'm going to treat you right.” Carrying me to his bedroom he places me down on the bed. following me up to hover above me. He places a soft kiss to my forehead then one to each cheek before finally catching my lips again. He keeps it slow, hand brushing my ribs as his fingers trail beneath my shirt. I slide my fingers through his hair, resting my hand there. Pulling away he trails kisses along my jaw, continuing down my neck leaving light marks in his path. Stopping where the collar of the sweatshirt lays he pulls away enough to look at me, my chest already heaving just from the little bit of contact. He tugs lightly on the hem of the sweatshirt, running his thumb over the fabric. “Can I take this off?” Air fails to find my lungs, taking a breath before nodding. He carefully lift it up and over my head, dropping it to the floor before his eyes take in the newly revealed skin.
His silence and eye contact is nerve wracking, moving my hands to cover myself up. He stops them before I can, holding soft enough I can pull away if I wish. “You don’t have to hide from me, you’re so beautiful. Perfect just the way you are, fuck I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” I move my hands to his own shirt, playing with the soft material. “Can you… Can you maybe take yours off too?” He lifts my hands, placing a kiss to each before tugging it off. I hesitate before placing my hands to his chest, slowly mapping every mark on his skin. He’s pure muscle, both old and new scars scattered around. His breathing picks up, allowing me to explore his body as the muscles tense slightly. “You are beautiful too.” His swallows as I lean up, placing a tentative kiss to his neck earning a groan from him. He’s begins playing with my hair as I trail down, kissing each and every mark I can reach before pulling away. I look up at him, his large hands guiding me back down to lie against the mattress. Following me down he picks up where he’d left off, taking his time moving down before his hands cup my breasts. A quiet gasp is tugged from me, his hands cupping them as if testing the weight.
His tongue flicks out to play with my nipple, closing his mouth around it to suck. My hips buck up on their own, wetness gathering in my underwear. He moves to the other side, performing the same routine with my left side before lifting back up to press his forehead against mine. The air in the room brushes the saliva coated skin, the cool air causing them to harden. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, licking his lips before speaking. “Can I take these off? Is it ok if I touch you?” My insides warm at the way he asks before doing any little thing, the kindness and care he uses. “Yes, I… I want you to touch me.” He leans back to pull off my underwear, noticing the way they are soaked through. After removing his pants, he leaves his underwear on as he adjusts us. He pulls my legs apart, smoothing his hands up and down to comfort me. “You’re soaked, is this all for me?” My face burns, heart pounding in my chest as I give the faintest nod. Dragging his fingers through my folds I moan, the volume catching me off guard.
He smirks, the sound like music to his ears. He begins slowly circling my clit, slowly warming me up to a steady pace and pressure as my eyes flutter shut. His pointer finger lowers to rest against my entrance, my eyes snapping open and finding his. He traces the outline, not entering. “Need to get you ready, tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.” My chest rises and falls quick, mind slightly haze from the circles he continues to run across my clit. My permission is communicated through my eyes, slowly sliding his thick finger inside. He pauses as my walls flutter around him, the feeling foreign but not uncomfortable. After he feels me loosen around him he pumps his finger in and out, adding a second once my arousal has soaked his palm. He keeps it gentle, not wanting to overwhelm me too soon. He begins curling them, as if searching for something. “What are you-“ I’m cut off by a loud moan, a wave of pleasure surging through me. “There it is.” With each pass in he curls into that spot over and over, my back arching as my lower stomach is in knots. As it gets more intense I begin fighting the strong urge that’s creeping up, a slight wave of panic bubbling beneath my skin. He sees it immediately, leaning over me to be face to face. “It’s ok, I’ve got you. Let your body do what it wants, don’t fight it.”
The second he captures my lips between his the pressure snaps, stars bursting behind my eye lids as his name comes out in a breathy drawn out moan. He watches the way my brows furrow, head tilting back into the pillow as my back arches into his. My thighs shake as he begins to slow his movements, coming to a stop once my hips jerk back in overstimulation. Laying down beside me he wipes his fingers on his boxers, rubbing his hand up and down my sides to help me come down. “Did so good… Letting me touch you.” Coming back down I turn to face him, a smile curving his lips as he pushes my hair from my face. “Hi.” He leans forward, lips brushing over my forehead. “Hi baby.” A dazed smile takes over, leaning forward to press my lips to his unable to get enough now that I’ve had a taste. We make out for a while, hands roaming as I feel a fresh wave of slick gather. Pulling back to catch my breath I decide I’m ready, knowing he is waiting for me to let him know. “Leon… I-…” I trail off, shying away from the words. “What is it? Tell me, can’t do anything if you don’t tell me.” I swallow the lump in my throat, collecting every ounce of courage I can to spit it out. “I’m ready to uh… do it.”
He laughs ever so slightly beneath his breath, the way I’m shy to where I can’t bring myself to say the words. “Are you sure? I want you to be sure about this, I don’t want you to regret it or do it because you feel like you have to. We can stop right now, I’ll wait as long as you need me to. We will only do what you want.” Nodding my head I already know my answer, no hesitation in sight. “I want to, I’m ready. I trust you, only you.” He rolls us over gently, holding the back of my head. He settles between my open legs, thumb brushing slowly against my cheek. I watch as he reaches down, eyes widening as he removes his boxers. He’s huge, thick and long leaving me wondering how he’s supposed to fit inside me. He pumps himself a few times, returning to rest above me as his cock settles against my folds. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow. If it hurts too much tell me right away, I’ll stop immediately alright?” I reach up and lace my fingers behind his neck, grounding myself as I finally answer. “Ok, I’ll tell you.” He begins to roll his hips, running his cock between my folds as he collects my slick. Once he’s covered in my juices he guides himself to my opening, waiting there before slowly pressing in. He stops once the tip is just inside, my body already clenching around him.
It feels as if it takes forever until he’s halfway, my breath stuttering as he stops there to not hurt me. “Fuck- only halfway.” He struggles over his words, taking a deep breath in and lowering his forehead to rest against mine. “You ok?” I place one hand on his cheek, tracing my thumb over the stubble. “Yeah, just need a minute. You’re huge.” His laugh ghosts over my lips, pulling a smile of my own. “You are really small.” Pulling his lips to mine it’s slow, the original sting fading away. “You can move.” He runs his fingers through my hair, keeping his hand there as he slowly drags out. The pleasure tickles my skin, a soft moan of his name falling as he continues. “There you go, feel good?” My half lidded eyes meet his, my hands gently roaming his upper body. “Mmhm.” As he thrust I loosen up more, eventually allowing him to bottom out. As he does a groan rumbles from deep within his chest, feeling the way my wall clamp tightly around him. “You are doing so good, taking all of me.” Looking to where his hips meet mine I watch the way he disappears inside with each thrust, knot forming in my stomach again.
“I…” Words don’t come to mind, whatever I’d intended to say lost. “You ok?” I whisper a yes, growing closer to the edge though not yet wanting to. “Y- yeah… I’m close but don’t… Don’t want it to be over yet.” Kissing the tip of my nose his hips falter for a second, sweat slick bodies pressed tightly against each other. “I know you are, I can feel it. I’m close too…” His cheeks flush, eyes glinting with slight embarrassment. “Usually last longer but you feel good.” He twitches inside me, my thighs beginning to shake. “Need you to cum first.” He lowers one hand between our bodies, his thumb brushing over my clit as my body jumps. His head drops to my shoulder, trying to hold his own orgasm off to make sure I cum first. “Leon!” He pulls his face from where it rests, sweat slicked forehead pressed against mine as a bead of sweat trails from his hairline. “Let go for me, I want to feel you cum around me.” A few more thrusts I snap, nails digging into his skin as I tip my head back. “Fuck!” His lips crash into mine, doing my best to kiss him back as I drag him over the edge with me. He moans into my mouth, both of our high slowly fading. He doesn’t move far, dropping to rest against my chest as I stay wrapped up in him. I slide my fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp before he leans back up. “You feel ok?” The smile that I give is exhausted but content, his hand brushing over my cheek.
“I feel good, was… Did you enjoy it?” He laughs, the dimples rarely seen peeking out. “This is the best sex I’ve ever had.” I frown at him, his fingers playing with a strand of my hair. “You don’t have to lie.” He peppers kisses around my face, as if trying to chase away the worry. “Not lying to you, never would lie to you.” His lips find their way back to mine, melting into it before pulling away. He pulls out once he’s gone soft, the sudden loss pulling a sound from both of us. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go grab something to clean you up.” Placing a quick kiss to my knee he stands, leaving the room for a second as I allow my eyes to slide shut. Hearing him return he holds a glass of water and a wet cloth, setting the water on the table next to me and carefully cleaning our mixed release from between my thighs. Handing me the water I drink it, handing it back as he sets it aside. Neither of us bother with clothes, Leon getting back into bed beside me. He immediately pulls me to lay on his chest, my head tucked beneath his chin. Tracing absentminded shapes across his chest my mind begins to wander, thoughts running wild. “What’s going on in your head? I can tell you are thinking hard.” I pull back just a little bit, enough to find his eyes. “Are you gonna stay? Like you… You aren’t leaving me right?” He pulls me closer, brushing his fingers through my hair.
“I’m not going anywhere, you will have to get rid of me first. I’m yours, forever.” I smile, looking down before being unable to help myself. “What about forever and a lifetime?” Pulling me back down into his arms his chest jumps as he laughs, lips finding the top of my head. “Forever and a lifetime.”
// Epilogue (Leon’s POV) //
Exhaustion is weighing on my body, ready to just be home now that I will be off for a few weeks. The drive feels as if it’s taken forever, when in reality traffic was light for once. Finally pulling into the driveway I leave my bag in the car to grab later, walking up the front porch stairs. Unlocking the door I push it open, but instead of the usual noise that greets me it’s only silence. Walking into the kitchen I see it, voices coming from the back porch along with three familiar figures. Sliding the glass door open the two little ones turn, all the weight of work gone immediately. “Daddy look! Mama let us do art!” Rushing over their paint covered hands begin to drag me along, finding my beautiful wife sat in the chair with her shirt rolled above her stomach. “We painted the baby!” Elijah waits for my response, a two year old Bella right next to him just here for the fun. “It looks amazing! Y’all are so talented.” Kissing their heads Bella immediately reaches up, whining for me to hold her.
Picking her up I hold my hand out for Elijah, deciding to take over for a bit. “Come on let’s go clean y’all up, it’s close to bed time.” Looking back I see her smile, that same one I fell in love with all those years ago. She follows behind us into the house, her walk more of a waddle now. “Want me to take Bella?” Cleaning both their hands in the sink I look up, water getting everywhere and paint ending up all over my shirt. “I’ve got it, just have a seat mama.” The two are still buzzing with energy, seemingly pulling from an endless supply. Giving them their baths and brushing teeth is nothing short of chaos, though I’d choose this over any mission I could be sent away to. After brushing through Elijah’s hair I begin running it through Bella’s, her hair having gotten long recently. “Dada book?” Her blue eyes look up at me, popping her bottom lip out. “Yeah daddy read us books!” As Elijah jumps in I give in, never being able to say no. “Alright what book are we reading tonight?” As I carry them both down the hall their chatter fills the home, a sound I never thought I’d hear in my life. Setting them down they pick multiple books, an attempt to stay up longer. “How about two books? Elijah you pick one and Bella can pick one.”
It doesn’t work.
//
After getting them into bed I hear movement downstairs, knowing her well enough to know she has found something to do instead of rest. Making my way to the kitchen I watch for a minute, her back to me as she washes dishes. Moving slow I come up behind her, moving my hands to rest beneath her belly that grows the third little one. “Hi.” Turning to look up at me I place a kiss to her lips, lingering there for a moment. “Kids did art today?” Lifting up her belly carefully she melts back into me, relief from the extra weight washing through her. “Yeah, they had a lot of energy today and I started to get tired so I figured they could paint my stomach. Allowed me to sit down for a while.” I can’t help the laugh that slips, knowing just how rowdy the two can get. “Wait til there’s three.” Slowly lowering her belly she turns around, arms wrapping around my shoulders. “Last I recalled it was you who wanted a third, telling me one more won’t hurt.”
She’s not wrong, after Bella began walking I couldn’t help it. “And last I recall you didn’t say no.” She leans up pulling me into a kiss, moving closer until I feel a thump against me. Pulling away we both laugh, my hand moving down to where the baby kicked. “It’s not nice to kick daddy.” And immediately I’m met with another kick, already telling me she’s gonna be a handful. “Looks like she’s gonna be just as sassy as her big sister.” As we head to bed I wrap my arm around her waist, fingers brushing the bump where she carries our third child. “You know, I’m glad I ran into you face first on my first day.” The memory pops up just like yesterday despite it being so many years ago, the moment I’d first saw her and knew immediately. “I’m glad you did too. Still don’t know what spell you put on me.” Her laugh is music to my ears, her foot kicking me softly beneath the covers. “Shut up.” As we begin to drift off I just barely catch it, her voice thick with sleep.
“Forever and a lifetime?”
“Forever and a lifetime.”
//
A/n I hope y’all enjoyed it! I know the ending isn’t that great but I did my best:/ I had fun writing it and hope it came out good. - Ghost🫶🏻
After Hours
Chapter 1- New Beginnings
Summary: After every long night, after all the hard work it feels surreal walking into the DSO office. Training to be an agent and being evaluated, the first female to make it this far. There’s two people for practices and evaluation, nine men to compete against. One of the Agents catching interest, thinking it’s all made up. Drawing each other in, danger begins bubbling to the surface. Feelings.
TW// Age gap (legal), fem reader, agent in training reader, reader has a last name (Embers), bullying ?, intimidation (not Leon), mention of injuries, violence, mentions of injuries, reader gets attacked (physical fight), protective Leon, mention of parent death, insinuated past child abuse.
I believe that is it but if I missed anything feel free to let me know and I will add it.
NOT PROOFREAD!! I apologize if there are any mistakes.
A/n This is pretty tame, nothing really happens romantically. I am excited to write this series and hope y’all enjoy it, I got this idea and decided to begin planning it. Planning failed because I was writing just a little then couldn’t stop… I can’t wait to see where this goes, thank you for reading!! - Ghost 🫶🏻
She called it discipline, the way I was raised making me who I am. Maybe it written before I ever came along, knowing where I'd end before I was born. Maybe it was part of the plan all along, my parent's deaths pushing me to choose this route. So in some way I guess I do owe some of my success to them.
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Entering the training room where I will spend the next eight weeks training and proving myself worthy I get a rush, putting all the work in to get right where I am. Looking around I notice it, as more and more people walk in I remain the only female. Sitting off to the side I don't bother with mingling yet, just watching the scene before me to take it all in. It seems though that the nine others alongside me have noticed me being the only female, all throwing glances and whispering. Then the two people in charge of our training walk in, feeling myself immediately stand straighter. "Alright, line up." Walking over I stand in the line, hands behind my back and shoulders back. I notice none of the others do the same, all standing in line still talking. The same one who told us to line up scans over everyone, stopping on me for a second before continuing on. "Quiet." Everyone falls silent, waiting for him to continue. He looks straight at me, his question directed to me.
"What's your name agent?" Before I can speak up I'm spoken over, the guy to my left beginning to answer. "I'm Spe-" He doesn't get to finish, Chris putting a hand up to him. "I'm not talking to you." I speak up now that all eyes have turned to me, Chris standing before me. "I'm Agent y/n Embers, sir." He smiles, a look of respect in his eyes. "Agent Embers, can you step forward and face your peers please?" Doing as asked I step forward, turning around to face them. "I want y'all to look at her posture when she stands, she's attentive. Hands behind her back, head up and chest out. Out of all of you she is the only one who looks ready to go, take notes." He nods his head, a silent permission to return to the line. Everyone has moved to stand the way I had been, although I don't miss the guy to my right who mutters beneath his breath. "Bitch." Ignoring him I pay close attention, not here to bullshit but here to secure my place. I already know I have some sort of target on my back, being the only woman in the group painfully obvious. To me it's a welcomed challenge, knowing it's very often that women don't make it this far and are looked down upon.
"I'm Chris and this is Leon, you will refer to us as Agent Redfield and Agent Kennedy. We will be training you and accessing your performance, everything you do from here on out will count towards your scores. I suggest you take it seriously. Don't waste our time, if you aren't going to give it your all then you can walk out that door now." No one moves, Chris giving them a moment before he continues. "You will be classified into two groups, since there is currently ten of you guys two groups of five. Whichever one of us you end up with will be directly over you, though we will both still be taking note of your skills." He proceeds to give us a group, which I have been put under Agent Kennedy. He speaks a bit more, giving us the general information before moving to leave. They stand in the training gym as we head to our bunks, about to head to the bathroom when I notice it. One room with a line of showers on the wall, no separation. The men laugh and begin making jokes about getting to have a show when it's shower time. Ignoring them I put my very little belongings away, heading back out early to where Chris and Leon stand. "Agent Redfield, Agent Kennedy I have a question if that's alright." They both turn to face me, only then allowing me to see the third person with them.
"I apologize I can come back later." Leon shakes his head, tilting his head towards me. "Go ahead." I take a deep breath, hoping it doesn't come off wrong. "I have noticed the showers are open showers, I was wonderin’ how I should go about that." It's as if it barely dawned on them, the two sharing a look that says it all. Chris speaks then, taking a breath as if internalizing something. "I didn't even think of that, you are the first female recruit we've had. I will figure something out-" The woman that was with them steps forward, smiling at me as she introduces herself. “Hi I’m Claire, let me show you where you can shower.” Giving her an appreciative smile, her hand moving to my shoulder to guide me between the two men. “Y’all are idiots, I’ll bring her right back.” I have to fight back a giggle at her teasing them, clearly seeing the three of them have a good relationship. “Thank you.” She nods, hands tucking into her pockets as we walk. “You know, it’s pretty good that you are here. It’s refreshing to see a woman in there rather than only men, heard you were at the top of your training class.” She’s easy to talk to, conversation beginning to flow easily.
“Yes, I worked hard for my place. Always been good with discipline and not lettin’ people intimidate me. I’m excited to see where this goes because I have already been called a bitch, all because I wasn’t talking when we lined up and held good posture. Agent Redfield pointed it out so guess they didn’t like that.” We continue talking before we arrive to the fifth floor, going through a few corridors before arriving. “Alright, this is where you can shower. Female only so you don’t have to worry about anything, sorry it’s a long way but it’s better and safer this way.” Relief washes over me, knowing I won’t have to watch my back here. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” Walking me back I enter just as everyone is getting ready for the first training session, thanking her once more before walking over to everyone. Leon still stands towards the back of the room, eyes watching as I walk back over.
Day one is pretty light, mainly going over the idea of what we would be doing and having a couple minutes each to try it out. After showering I head to the bunks, getting into my bed in order to get some sleep. I can hear them talking about me, the fuckers loud as shit thinking they were quiet. “How long do you think it’ll take til little miss perfect will back out, bet it won’t take long.” The others he talks to all give an estimate, all agreeing on one week. And oh are they in for a surprise. They don’t intimidate me, having taken on men that towered over me in the academy with ease. It was the same there, all women except me moving forward to here. I can’t help the cocky smile I have as I face away, falling asleep as I can’t wait to prove all these idiots wrong.
A week passes and I’m still here, hearing the complaints from the others at night entertainment for me.
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Staying up late despite the long day I make my way to the training room after a break, beginning to practice. As I stand at the punching bag training I don’t hear the door, pressing on until I hear a voice. “Had a long day, should probably be resting.” Turning to look I take a moment to catch my breath, Leon walking to stand closer. “I wanted to get some extra practice in, keep myself sharp.” He smirks, nodding once before standing by. “Well let’s see it, although I think you deserve to rest.” Turning back to the bag I start again, Leon standing within view as I throw sharp attacks. He begins circling me, as if looking at every little thing he could access. “You do this every night?” I speak while still throwing punches and kicks, “Yeah, gives me a break from the big headed guys in there.” His next question catches me off guard slightly. “They giving you trouble?” Pausing to look at him I see a mix of concern and protection, “Nothin’ I can’t handle, all bark no bite.” He chuckles under his breath, the sound making something within me stir.
“Sounds about right, proven that you can handle a lot. Chris is highly impressed by you, said if he could he would pass you already.” I don’t know what over comes me, teasing him. “And you aren’t?” He sees the twinkle in my eyes, the corner of my lips twitching. “I agreed with him, one of the best I’ve seen.” After a few more minutes we part ways, deciding I’m done for the day.
The rest of the week it continues, feeling something begin to simmer beneath the surface.
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The third week we all stand around a mat, Chris and Leon both standing in front of it. “In the field there’s a high chance you will have to fight physically, almost always there is at least some hand to hand combat. Each of you will come up here two and fight each other, whoever wins the first round will stay up here and a new opponent will be chosen. Whoever wins after that will stay up and fight the next one, who wants to go first.” My hand raises immediately, Leon smiling as if he expected it. “Alright, Agent Embers step up onto the mat. Who’s next.” The guy that’s been giving me the most shit steps up, both of us taking our stances as we wait for Chris to call it. “It’s not too late to back out sweets, I understand if you do.” I don’t respond, the words already expected. The second Chris calls it he does exactly what I’d expected, moving for a quick attack right off the bat.
Dodging him I get an opening, throwing two punches to his face. As the first minute passes I’ve read him already, found his pattern and put it to use. He clearly grows frustrated, angry with the way I predicted each move he makes. He only lands two hits until I’ve got him pinned, arm twisted around his back til he taps out. As he walks down the next comes up, his eyes glaring at me the entire time. I continue the same regimen, learning their’s movements before planning my own with each noticed opening. Some of the fights are longer, others are short. And with each person that steps down I remain up, collecting death stares as I beat each and every one. At one point as another person is walking up I catch sight of Leon, his eyes on me with a smirk. Halfway through the others Leon calls out, seemingly checking in. “Embers do you need a drink?” I shake my head quickly, turning to face both of them as sweat covers my entire body. “No sir, I’m good.” They share a look, seemingly impressed by that. “Alright, continue.” It remains the same, the last one standing as the rest have injuries and defeat.
As we are released for the day I begin to head to the bunks, interrupted before I get too far. “Y/n can you stay back for a moment?” Turning back I return, taking the usual stance before Chris’ lips twitch into a smile. “You can relax, don’t have to stand like that right now.” I relax my body, rolling my shoulders before he continues. “You know, you are one of the best here if not the best. Your skills are very impressive, a level I haven’t seen in a long time. Keep up the good work.” I can’t help but smile, despite the bone deep exhaustion. “Thank you.” Walking away once he’s dismissed me I grab clothing and my shower items, hearing the others already in the showers letting me have a moment of peace. Walking up to the fifth floor I can’t wait to get cleaned off and relax for the night, content with my performance today. Starting to round the corner replay it, the way I’d caught those blue eyes watching me during the fights. I swear I’d seen him flinch when I’d taken a particularly hard hit to the ribs, excusing it away because there’s no way right?
Before I can make it to the showers I’m immediately attacked, three figures popping out of the shadowed hallway. Caught off guard I’m immediately pinned to the wall, the first one I’d beaten today and the main one to have problems with me stepping forward. “You know, it’s pretty pathetic being a suck up. Always getting all this praise, well look at you now. Going to regret today, gonna want to be dropping out.” I keep a straight face, despite being left helpless in the moment. “You can’t scare me, I can’t help you are intimidated by a girl. Maybe you should work harder.” He throws a punch straight to my face, blood pouring from my nose immediately. As he continues the attack he grows angrier and angrier, my silence despite the pain he is causing spurring him on. A fourth person comes around the corner, clearly having been the look out. “Leon’s coming.” With one last knee to my ribs they take off fast, air knocked from my lungs causing me to slide down the wall.
Taking a moment to catch my breath I force myself up, heading into the bathroom to shower. I don’t look until after I’ve showered, the damage clear as day. I check myself over, making sure there’s no broken bones anywhere and finding only a couple ribs. I decide to roam the rest of the night, not exactly wanting to go back to the bunks until I absolutely have to. I find my way to a part of the building that looks to be hardly used, a big glass window overlooking the city with a space large enough to sit against it. Sitting up there I look up at the sky, thinking of my father and hoping I’ve made him proud somehow.
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I sit there until it’s almost time to get ready, sneaking back down to the bunks where I get ready while the guys snicker about how I look. I didn’t have any bandages so there’s still some open wounds I wasn’t able to close with anything, not deep enough to need stitches. As we all file out into the training room I line up, moving a bit slower due to the ache in my ribs. I swallow it down, standing in place when Chris and Leon both walk in. Chris’ brows furrow at my condition, Leon looks pissed. “What the hell happened?” I swallow nervously, knowing that the four who were involved are waiting to see what I’ll say. “Nothin’ sir.” He walks over to me, seeing the way my breathing is more shallow. “Who beat you up, because you weren’t like this last time I saw you.” I stay quiet for a second, focusing my eyes elsewhere. “I don’t have an answer.” He nods, clearly knowing I’m not saying anything. He knows it’s not fear but protection for my position here. “Come up here.” I follow orders, walking up and facing the rest of the group. “Who did this?” No one says anything, everyone keeping silent. As I stand between the two men I feel it, the featherlight brush of Leon’s fingers against mine.
“Alright, if no one is going to own up to their actions then we will be checking cameras. This behavior won’t be tolerated, once we find out who is involved you will be cut from the program.” He turns to me then, nodding to Leon. “Go with him, some of those cuts need to be bandaged.” I only nod, turning to follow Leon. We walk in silence, heading to his office so he can clean me up. Walking in he shuts the door, pulling a first aid kit from his desk drawer as I hover by the door. Looking up as he realizes I haven’t followed he crosses the desk pulling out a chair. “Come sit.” Walking over I sit down, taking a slow breath in as he sits across from me. “Is it ok if I touch? Just want to get a better look.” I swallow, his blue eyes filled with genuine care. “That’s fine.” He carefully holds my chin, turning my head side to side taking it all in.
A black eye and bruised nose, cheeks and jaw. Grabbing antiseptic he pours some on some gauze, lifting my chin once again. “Gonna sting.” My lips threaten to curve up at the warning, unable to help myself when I tease. “If I couldn’t handle a little antiseptic I would be concerned.” As he cleans the cut across my nose he laughs under his breath, the corner of his lips twitching up ever so slightly. “Guess you are right.” It’s silent for a while as he cleans everything, moving to grab some butterfly patches before pausing momentarily. His voice is quiet, cautious as he asks. “Who did this?” My heart stutters, anxiety flipping my stomach. “I told y’all I-“ He cuts me off, making eye contact. “You can tell me, I won’t let anyone know.” I shake my head, remaining silent before he continues. “It won’t affect your status here, you are at the top of the list each week. One of the best we’ve ever seen, your skills are at the level as someone who’s been here for years. You don’t have to worry about it, I won’t let anyone know.” After placing some more butterfly patches on the cut at my temple he pulls away, the hand cupping my face remaining there as he subconsciously runs his thumb over my skin.
“Don’t tell Chris either, please. Just… Watch the cameras with him and act like you didn’t know.” He agrees, searching his eyes for a minute before answering. My voice is quieter than I intended, embarrassed by the fact I hadn’t protected myself. “Foster, Morgan, Smith and Reynolds, they caught me off guard on the way to the shower. Smith kept watch as Morgan and Foster pinned me to the wall, Reynolds was the one to cause the physical injuries. Only stopped because Smith came and said you were comin’, I didn’t want any trouble so I went into the bathroom so you wouldn’t see me.” His eyes flicker with anger, not at me but at the four men. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t your fault. They caught you off guard and it was three against one, I’ll see if we can find you somewhere else to sleep separate from the men so you don’t have to worry about it again.” I look up again, as we both take each other in the room is suddenly electrified.
“I should get back, thank you for patchin’ me up Agent Kennedy.” He nods, the person who walked in unknown to me. “You’re welcome.” Walking back I enter the room, jumping into training without missing a beat.
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We are eating when Chris and Leon walk in, my eyes finding Leon immediately. “Agents Reynolds, Smith, Foster and Morgan pack your bags. You are dismissed, your actions against a fellow agent are unbelievable. You protect your fellow agents, instead y’all chose to inflict violence on one. Pack quick and you will be walked out.” It’s quiet for a moment, all of them beginning to move except for Reynolds. I continue eating, feeling his eyes burning a hole in the side of my head. “You little bitch, did-“ I ignore him, Leon immediately interjecting. “She didn’t say anything, grab your stuff and let’s go. There’s cameras all through this building.” I look up meeting Leon’s eyes, the four men filing out of the room behind Chris. Leon stays behind a second longer, sharing eye contact until he turns to bring up the end of the group.
As everyone begins heading to bed I lie awake, eventually giving up and heading into the part of the building I’d found yesterday. Sitting in the window once more I relax there, mind wandering. I don’t hear the footsteps that come close, or hear them stop inside the room. “Can’t sleep?” I nearly fall out of the window, jumping at the sudden voice. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Looking over I find Leon, shrugging my shoulder. “It’s fine, just didn’t hear you. But yeah, can’t sleep and I found this yesterday so I just came back up here.” He looks back to the door, like he’s deciding whether to leave or stay. “You can join me if you'd like, I don’t mind.” Moving to pull my knees to my chest he walks over, sitting on the windowsill with me. "You ok?" I nod slow as if I'm still deciding, maybe I am. "Yeah, just... Thinkin’ about stuff." He doesn't push, sitting with me as I keep quiet for a while. It's not an uncomfortable quiet, rather a more settled kind. "Y'all get to read our files right?" Looking over at him he looks like he's debating the answer. "Yes we do, get background on everyone." Figures, cause why else wouldn't they have seen our backgrounds. "So you've read mine?" He nods, watching my side profile as I watch the world beyond the glass.
"You know, I never really got to know my dad before he died, just remember constantly seein’ him in the hospital. Sometimes I think I might have made up some memories in my head, things happenin’ that didn't. My mom was never the same after that, became violent up until she died. I can never figure out if the violence was a cause from my dad's death or if it was always there buried beneath the surface." I take a breath, unsure why I'm even telling him this. "I think that's why I push myself so hard, always tryin’ to be perfect because I want to make my dad proud but also don't want to become my mother. I don't know what I believe but I do hope my dad is proud of me at least." His voice is soft when he responds, the softness he reserves for me. "I lost my family when I was young too, I think I even misremember stuff." I turn to look at him, the way he's sharing this with me surprising. "You’re an orphan too?" He nods, eyes flashing with grief. "Parents weren't the best, that's all I'll say. Don't always know what was real or not, but I can tell you that your dad would be proud.”
He makes sure I am looking before he continues, wanting to be sure I actually hear him. “The first girl to make it this far and at every level on the way to get here always had scores that were two times what people usually get. You don't have to push yourself past the limits, you are allowed to rest. Allowed to breathe and just live, have something good." Tears come to my eyes, his words catching the tangled strings of my heart trying to sew them back together. Just as I go to hide away from him so he doesn't catch the tears that fall he stops me, large hand cradling my jaw. I can't help it, my eyes drawn up to his. It's quiet, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something before the words were lost. The moonlight illuminates us, the pale light softening his sharp features. His eyes drop down to my lips, running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. My breath hitches, eyes flicking over his lips. He leans in, pulling me closer until the space is barely existent. "I shouldn't... Tell me to stop." I can see it in his eye, the battle of holding back or giving in. I tilt my head slightly, leaning in a bit closer as the last bit of self-restraint leaves him.
"Fuck."
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A/n Here is the first chapter of After Hours, I hope y’all enjoy and thank you for reading. - Ghost🫶🏻
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Gonna go ahead and show the After Hours banner because a girly can’t stop herself. Chapter 1 is all written just need to edit then put the warnings and summary so hopefully I can get to that soon but currently swarmed with homework;( - Ghost🫶🏻
Sneak peek at my new series "After Hours"
Here's a teaser from chapter one
"... Tears come to my eyes, his words catching the tangled strings of my heart trying to sew them back together. Just as I go to hide away from him so he doesn't catch the tears that fall he stops me, large hand cradling my jaw. I can't help it, my eyes drawn up to his. It's quiet, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something before the words were lost to the night. The moonlight illuminates us, the pale light softening his sharp features. He drops his eyes to my lips, running the pad of his thumb over the plush bottom lip. ..."
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A/n Hehe I'm excited lol Chapter one is almost done, just need to tie up some small details for this chapter before editing and posting. It hopefully won't take me too much longer, I hope y'all will enjoy t once it's out!! - Ghost
Almost Hidden
Summary- You were supposed to be studying, but Leon hates studying. Trying to get him to study it doesn’t last very long, he has other plans. In the middle of the “studying” the door opens, and Leon? He’s not letting anything get in the way of his time with you.
TW// College au, frat guy Leon, cocky and confident Leon, mention of Leon being a fuck boy, fem reader, shy reader, inexperienced reader, first I love you, mentions of Leon sleeping around, one mention of Leon taking readers virginity (not descriptive), banter, smut, unprotected p in v, soft to slightly rough sex, fingering, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, breeding kink (I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself) marking, cum play (Leon pushes it back inside), caught having sex, creampie, aftercare
I believe that is all the warnings but if I missed one please let me know and I will add it :)
A/n This is my 100 followers celebration fic, I hope y’all enjoy it! I wanted to get it out as soon as possible, I hope it’s ok. Thank you again for this. - Ghost🫶🏻
Never did I think this would happen, always having been quiet and shy. It carried into college, keeping to myself and only speaking when called on by a professor. Straight A’s every year I’ve been in school, never missing a single day and staying in to study instead of party. Never had a lick of alcohol, always the goody two shoes as some say. Then there was him. Leon Kennedy, a known fuck boy who is in the biggest frat. Until he saw me, stopped sleeping around and instead focused his attention on me. When he first asked me out I shot it down immediately, having heard all about him already. Hell it’s one of the only things people talk about, and I was looked at by others like I was insane when I said no. I remember the shock on his face, not even giving him much attention. But he was relentless, always coming around me and worked on proving to me that he no longer wanted other girls.
Eventually I went on a date with him, and a month later we were officially together. Other girls around campus give me death glares, Leon making sure I know that I’m the only one he wants. Walking beside a girl who wears dresses and skirts, constantly shying away from people as I walk beside a man that towers over me, dressed in leather jackets and dark clothing. A pair that turns heads when we are seen out together, some in jealousy and others at the stark contrast between us. He was in a frat, able to get any girl he wanted and yet he chose the shy girl who keeps to herself.
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Heading over to his frat I walk up, deciding to go there while I study to make him study as well. I get along with the main ones he frequently hangs out with, the others not really interacting with me much at all. Knocking on the door a guy answers, one I’ve never seen before looking over me speaking. “Can I help you?” I take a deep breath, rocking from heel to toe as I answer. “I’m here to see my boyfriend Leon.” He eyes me up and down, bursting out laughing seconds later. I frown, confused on what exactly is funny. “Ain’t no way.” I hear Carlos call out, his voice coming close. “Oh hey y/n, come on.” Carlos sees the confused look on the guys face, shaking his head. “Always let her in, you’re lucky it was me who came to look. If Leon had then you wouldn’t be standing right now, if she knocks she’s immediately let in.” The guy nods, Carlos walking me further into the house with a yell. “Leon your girl is here!”
He steps out from around the corner, hands finding my face as he kisses me. Finally pulling away he smiles, tossing an arm over my shoulder as he walks me in. “Hey baby, miss me already?” I laugh, him immediately leading me to his room as he yells over his shoulder. “No one bother me or come in my room!” I roll my eyes, greeting him back now that he’s done with his dramatics. “Hi, I did miss you but that’s not the only reason I’m here.” He shuts the bedroom door behind us, laying my bag on his bed as I pull my notebook out. “We are studying and you aren’t to distract me either, you have a test coming up and so do I.” He groans, walking over to pull me into his arms. “I hate studying.” Turning around in his arms I place my hands on his chest, giving him a teasing smile. “I know you do but you like me too much to say no, go get your books.” He fake pouts, walking over to grab his books. “I hate that you know that.” I shrug, sitting on the bed as he joins me. “Shouldn’t have made it obvious.”
He presses a kiss to my shoulder as he takes a seat behind me, leaving his book next to me. “What if we study in just a little bit, let me love on you first.” I move to sit across from him, missing his warmth but standing my ground. “Nope, come on. Study first then you can love on me, just an hour ok?” He leans forward, a challenge in his eyes. “Half hour.” Opening my own notes I flip to the page I need, answering quick. “An hour, I could make it two if you wanna keep on.” He gives me a quick kiss before opening his own notes, but as I go through mine I know for a fact he’s not reading his. I know because he’s watching me, when I look up is when he pretends to be working. “Leon Scott Kennedy you aren’t fooling me.” He takes my notebook from my hand, quickly tossing both mine and his aside as I stare at him in shock. “Leon!” He hauls me up into his lap, my legs straddling him as I feel the bulge beneath me. He grinds me down against it, a gasp falling from my lips despite trying to hold my ground. “L- Leon… We n-need to study.” He shakes his head, smiling as he begins to trail kisses down my neck.
“I am studying, I’m studying your anatomy.” My hips begin to move on their own, a breathy laugh leaving at his stupid joke. “You are so stupid.” He hums into my skin, fingers toying with the straps of my dress. “Yet you are still with me.” I press my lips to his, Leon rolling us over to be on top. He settles between my thighs, my dress riding up as he slides his hands beneath. He moves to kiss my neck again, tugging lightly on the skirt of my dress. “This new?” I can only nod, my hands finding his hair and threading my fingers there. “Uh huh, got it for you.” He pulls away, as if taking it in again. “I like it, but I wanna see you.” He waits for my nod, dragging the fabric up and over my head leaving me in just my underwear since I didn’t need a bra with it. His blue eyes darken, pupils blown as he groans at the sight. “No bra today? Dirty girl.” My back arches, his fingers toying with my nipples. “D… didn’t need one f- for that d-dress.” He makes a satisfied noise, leaning down beginning to pepper kisses around my breast before latching his mouth onto my left bud. A quiet moan leaves my lips, back arching giving him better access. Switching to the other side he gives the same treatment before moving lower, settling at the waistband of my panties. “Can I take them off?” Just as I begin to answer he presses a kiss over my clit above the fabric, letting out a quiet moan.
“Please.” The moment I give him permission he pulls them off, tossing them carelessly to the floor and gripping my thighs. He wastes no time as he licks a fat stripe from my entrance to my clit, little noises leaving me as he does. He was the first person I’ve done these things with, having been scared he would leave me because of it. Instead he liked it, being able to be the only one and finding every little thing I like. He settles in immediately, beginning to suck and flick his tongue over the nub. Two fingers find my entrance, slowly pressing inside and pumping them slow. As he begins curling his fingers into my g spot my back arches, panting as I get closer. The burn in my lower stomach is growing, clenching relentlessly around his fingers. He pulls off my clit with a pop, thumb replacing his mouth. “Can tell your close baby, let go for me. Want to taste you, always so good.” He removed his fingers, replacing them with his tongue as his nose rubs my clit perfectly. It doesn’t take long, falling apart as he thrusts his tongue in and out. My hands fist his hair, a low groan leaving him as he works me through it. When overstimulation begins to hit he pulls away, leaning back up after cleaning every last drop.
“Could eat you out for hours, taste like fucking heaven.” My cheeks are flushed, both from the actions and his words. “Wanna try something with you, that ok?” Unable to help myself I nod immediately, a cocky smirk pulling his lips. “I want you on top, wanna try riding me?” I look away for a second, his finger finding my chin to bring my eyes back to him. “I don’t know how…” Trailing off I begin playing with the hair a the nape of his neck, his attention fully on me. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” Taking a breath I finally nod, Leon standing as I sit up on my knees. He removes all his clothes, his cock standing proud between his legs. Getting on the bed he lays down in the middle, resting against the headboard. He pats his thigh, urging me over. “Come here, sit on my lap.” His hard on is resting towards his stomach, his hands pulling me to where I’m sat over it. Seeing my nerves he pulls me into a kiss, melting into it as his hands find my waist. Guiding me back and forth he groans, hard to the point it’s nearly painful. “Get me all wet, get me ready for you.” Doing what he says he keeps his hands on my hips, soon enough stopping me.
He wraps his hand around his length, pumping himself. “Sit up a little bit.” He drags the tip through my folds, my hips bucking as he catches the sensitive nub with each drag. Notching himself at my entrance he pauses, waiting for permission. Nodding my head to let him know I’m ready he begins to push inside, a whine pulled from me as his hands grip my hips tight enough to bruise. He lets me move on my own pace, thumb rubbing soothing circles where he rests his hands. I pause once I’m halfway, panting as I try to gather myself. “Fuck, you’re always so tight. Only half way and she’s gripping me so tight, taking my cock so well in your little cunt.” He brushes his lips against mine, closing the distance before I pull away. “Can… Can you do it? Like… Push the rest inside fast?” He shakes his head immediately, always worried about hurting me. “No baby, don’t want to hurt you. Let me help you relax.” His thumb brushes where he’s stretching me open , whimpering as he begins circling my clit.
It works, loosening up enough to finally take all of him. It’s intense, tucking my face into his neck as I adjust to how full I feel and how deep he is. His fingers trail through my hair, a quiet curse mumbled as he too tries to adjust to how tight I am around him. “Doing so good for me, taking every inch. My good girl, feel how deep I am?” I nod, feeling him in my guts. “So good, f- feel you i-in my stomach.” It’s breathy, finally pulling my face from where I’d hidden. “You ready?” I nod, heart pounding while the anxiety returns. “I don’t know what I’m doing…” He cups my cheek, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Do what feels right, try it on your own first.” I hesitate only for a second before resting my hands on his shoulders, beginning to slowly roll my hips back and forth. He tilts his head back as I follow what feels right, hesitant with the movements. Moving around a bit more I whine, pouting as I struggle to find that spot that feels good. He squeezes my hips, my eyes filling with tears as I grow frustrated. “I can’t find it, I can’t find the spot that you do.” A tear slips before I can stop it, Leon sitting up as he kisses it away.
“Shhh, it’s ok. I’ve got you, let me help you.” He begins guiding my hips, rocking me back and forth as he lifts me up a bit as well. It works, feeling him nudge the spot that makes stars blur my vision. He stops moving me as I cry out, pleasure slipping away. “Sorry my love, I want you to do it yourself now. You’ve got it, just copy what I just did” I begin to move, slowly mimicking his movements. Finally getting it just right I let out a moan laced with relief, the tension finally letting up. “There you go, doing so well. Learning so quickly, my pretty girl. Sitting on my lap, riding me.” He speaks it into my skin, leaving marks down my throat that will be visible later. The praise always gets me, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his. My hips and thighs get tired, movements faltering as I try to keep going. He pulls me down to press my chest tight against his, adjusting his position to plant his feet to the mattress. He brushes my hair out of my face, beginning to thrust up into me slowly gaining speed.
He listens to every little noise I let out in his ear, silently wishing I would be louder. They are whispered in his ear, knowing that my quiet sounds of pleasure are from being shy. It happens suddenly, the door flying open as I move to pull away. Leon doesn’t let me, wrapping his arms around me and never stopping despite the intrusion. He doesn’t bother to pull the blanket up, instead using his arms to shield me more. He only glances over, the newbie in the house standing there in shock. He kisses my shoulder, easing my mind as the slapping of skin continues to fill the room. Noticing he still hadn’t left Leon looks over, eyes dark as his voice drops to a deadly tone. “Get the fuck out.” He takes off quickly, door slamming shut again. “He’s gone baby, let me see your eyes. Eyes on me.” Pulling back I meet his eyes, half lidded as pure pleasure flows through every atom inside me. He holds me close as he changes position, rolling us over to be on top. He pulls my thighs to wrap around his waist my hands moving to rest on his back.
He pulls out til just the tip is inside, snapping his hips forward to bottom out once again. He gradually builds speed as one of his hands finds my thigh, his grip tight on the plush skin there. He keeps a steady pace, not too fast but not too slow. It happens before I even realize what the fuck I’m saying, the words spilling out dripping with honesty. “I love you.” It’s as if something inside him snaps, a loud groan leaving him as he begins thrusting harder and faster. Throwing my head back I let out a choked sound, Leon stopping as he snaps out of whatever has taken over. He pulls out quick, cupping my face as he searches my eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lose control I-“ I cut him off, my words shocking him. “Do it again, please? It felt good.” He lets out a whispered “fuck”, leaning down til his lips are brushing mine. “Does my girl like it rough? You want me to fuck you harder?” My body is tingling, nodding my head as I open my mouth to speak. But all that comes out is a cry as he catches me off guard, starting up again faster and harder than he ever has before.
He hits my g spot relentlessly, my nails clawing at his back leaving red lines across his skin. His lips crash into mine, tongue sliding across my bottom lip asking for permission. Parting them he wastes no time, tongue mingling with mine. Taking my bottom lip between his teeth he pulls back, letting it snap back. “Say it again, say it again for me.” I struggle to speak, words broken between moans and gasps. “I- I love y-you.” He moans, pulling my legs higher up around him. “Love you too, more than anything.” The slight angle change hurtles me towards the edge, the smell of sweat and sex filling the room. He feels and hears it in the way my voice pitches higher, breath catching in my throat. “You’re close aren’t you, can feel you squeezing me. Like you were made just for me, your mine right?” I nod fast, uncaring if it looks desperate. “That’s it baby, that’s it. Squeezing me like a vice, you gonna milk me dry? Want my cum deep inside you? Maybe I should fill you up over and over, put a baby in you so when you walk around everyone knows who you belong to. Knows that it’s my baby in your belly.”
I fall over the edge right after the words float though the air, his hips stuttering as my walls clench around him. His name leaves my lips over and over, the only word that comes to my mind. A few more thrusts and he grips my hips tight, thrusting in as deep as possible before stilling. He groans my name, his cum spurting inside me. His chest heaves as he rests there, staying inside even after he’s given me every last drop. My eyes are closed as I come down, his hand covering my cheek as he pulls me into a slow and gentle kiss. We stay just like that for a while, our mixed release slowly beginning to spill out around his cock. He leans back as he pulls out, sitting back on his heels while rubbing my thighs. My cheeks burn hot as his stare is locked on my cunt, watching his cum drip from my entrance as I close my eyes. They shoot open as he uses his fingers to gather what has spilled out, pushing it back inside as my hips jerk. “T- too much.” His words are gentle, still sat between my thighs. “I know baby, just want to keep you nice and full.” He pulls his fingers out once satisfied that he’s got as much as possible back inside, sucking the fingers coated in us into his mouth. He leans up to press a quick kiss to my lips, whispering against them that he will be right back.
Since he has a bathroom connected to his room he doesn’t bother putting clothes on yet, watching him as he grabs a wash cloth and cleans himself up. Walking back he sits on the side of the bed, resting his large hand against my ribs as he cleans between my legs. Tossing it into the basket he crawls back into the bed with me, pulling me into his chest. “Did I hurt you?” Looking up his brows are furrowed, worried about what the answer will be. “No, it felt good. I liked it.” Satisfied with my answer we lay like that for a while, beginning to doze off with him. “Get some rest, I’ll be right here. I love you.” I smile into his skin, the fingers that brush through my hair faltering. “I love you too Leon.”
As I fall asleep he’s not far behind, tangled together as we sleep.
//
A/n Here is my 100 followers celebration fic! I can’t thank y’all enough for this, it still blows my mind that people like my stuff enough to come back. I can’t wait to continue on writing, I appreciate each and every one of you. Thank you so much. - Ghost🫶🏻
So stressed that I have woken up every hour since I went to sleep and one time I woke up I immediately went into my drafts to delete one of them and replace it with the one from my dream💀 If that’s how dedicated I am about a dream then fuck it. I think I’m gonna make it my 100 followers fic but still not 100% sure. - Ghost🫶🏻
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Thank you guys so much I never thought I would get 100 followers let alone any, I truly appreciate every one of you. I will try to get a fic out as a 100 followers special kind of thing soon. I am glad y’all are enjoying my writing enough to come back, thank you so so much. ❤️❤️ - Ghost🫶🏻
A little late as I now have 103 but I was so busy prepping for classes that I just saw it! I was heading to bed and saw it on my way out of drafts lol
But your eyes tell me a different story! (All parts)
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But your eyes tell me a different story! (All parts)
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Fault Lines
Chapter 1: Mutually Assured Destruction
Summary- You hate him, he hates you. Frustration simmers, but somewhere beneath the hate is something dangerous. Things grow more complicated when the unexpected lifelong tie between you entangles things more.
TW// Age gap, some soft leon, fem reader, y/n used, Ada mention, situationship?, enemies to lovers, arguing, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of vomiting/ typical pregnancy symptoms, conflicted feelings, near death experience, anxiety attack, jealousy, smut, unprotected hate sex, p in v, bratty reader, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm denial, squirting, choking, oral fem receiving, light dom/sub vibe, pullout, one time of aftercare, (Second smut warnings->) , bar bathroom sex, slight dubcon due to alcohol but they consent, thigh riding, oral male receiving, face fucking, spanking, creampie,
A/n I decided to start this little series as the idea popped into my head and I turned it into a series, I don't know how many chapters it will be I'm just gonna go with the flow for now and see where things go. Hope you enjoy. - Ghost
From the second we met neither of us got along, constantly at each others throat. It was during a mission, an intense fight and a sudden distraction when things exploded. Barely making it out I could barely look at him, the tension in my body and hands clenched into tight fists as we made our way to the safe house. I could feel the anger rising with each step, slowly beginning to stir up his own. It all came to a head once we were at the safe house, removing the gear from our bodies. Him tired of my silence, tired of the sharp comments whispered beneath my breath.
// Flashback //
“What the hell is your problem! You are acting like a fucking child right now!” I don’t answer, continuing to ignore him like he isn't there. “Wow, so mature y/n. Really impressive from an agent-.” I turn quick, both our eyes sharp as knives. “That move you pulled earlier was fucking risky, you nearly got me killed Leon! Ada shows up and all of a sudden I'm fending for my god damn self, really thought you were smarter than that! You should shut your fucking mouth if you know what’s best for you.” His voice is deep, eerily calm but it’s not enough to make me back down. “That isn't true and we both know that-.” I don't let him finish, adrenaline fueling the fire. "Oh really?! I was fucking pinned while you were over there oh so worried about her! I had to scream for you three times before you even looked at me! You wanna go prioritize some woman who is just fucking playing you over and over then go! Get out of my way, let me finish the mission and you go fuck around with her somewhere!” He crosses the room quicker than I could process, hands grabbing my waist tight as he pins me against the wall. Both our chests are heaving, the close proximity making us brush against each other. “You are so fucking frustrating.” The second he growls it out his lips crash into mine, catching me off guard momentarily.
The kiss isn’t soft or gentle, it’s angry, both fighting for dominance as we let the frustration out on the other. His hand grabs my jaw, maneuvering me exactly how he wants. Pressing his entire body against me I feel the outline of his cock, a moan slipping before I can stop it. Pulling away he groans, lips trailing down my neck before finding the sweet spot. He sucks harshly, a hiss leaving my lips at the sting. Running his tongue over the mark once he’s satisfied with it he pulls away, hand moving to the button of my jeans as I remove my shirt. He shoves my cargo pants and underwear down, immediately running his fingers through my folds. Letting out a whimper he smirks, cocky as my hand finds his wrist. “L- Leon!” His thumb finds my clit immediately shoving two fingers inside. He’s relentless, the wet squelches from how wet I’ve gotten. Slipping a third finger my knees begin to buckle, his free hand quickly moving to keep me pinned in place. Warmth begins to tie a knot in my lower stomach, the sensation stronger than I’ve ever felt.
“Know you’re getting close, wanna cum don’t you?” I nod frantically, words escaping me as I teeter on the edge. “Too bad.” He removes his fingers fast, my orgasm slipping away. Anger returns as he smiles, my eyes finding his filled with anger. “Fuck is wrong with you?!” He pulls away, laughing as if it was nothing. “You should know, only good girls get to cum. Bad girls get punished, maybe if you are nice I’ll let you cum. Take the rest of your clothes off and get on the bed.” A gush of slick begins to drip down my thighs, the demanding tone making it hotter. “Fuck you!” Moving forward quick I move to shove him, his reflexes allowing him to quickly gather my hands. Pushing me onto the bed my heart pounds, still seething at the man who now yanks my pants and underwear off before pinning my wrists above my head. “Gonna regret that, being a fucking brat because you didn’t get what you want. I’m gonna fuck you until you lose this fucking attitude. Wanna be a brat and throw a tantrum?” He leans down, lips brushing mine as he finishes his sentence. “Then I will show you what happens when you can’t behave, gonna be begging me to stop.”
He adjusts his grip on my wrist, moving them to hold in one hand to free the other. His lips meet mine again, teeth clashing as free hand finding my throat. He applies pressure, just enough to give a rush but not enough to cut my oxygen off. His tongue dips into my mouth, taking the opportunity as a gasp left me. Bucking my hips I search for friction, hand leaving my throat to pin my hips to the bed. Pulling away he moves down my neck, nipping at my ear on the way. Releasing my hands they immediately drop to his head, tightening in his hair pulling a groan from him. His lips latch around my nipple, sucking hard as the other tweaks the other to not leave it unattended. He rolls his hips into mine, the rough fabric dragging just right against me. As he swaps sides I break, beginning to beg. “Leon! P-please I need more, I’m sorry.” He lets off with a pop, hands roughly grabbing both tits. “Aww, look who’s begging. What happened to that attitude you had? You may be sorry but I will decide when I forgive you.”
He lifts me up further onto the bed, moving me as if I weight nothing. He parts my legs wide, face to face with my pussy. He immediately begins eating me out, lips sucking harshly against the swollen bud. My fingers tighten in his hair, back arching at the shock of the sudden pleasure. A scream rips from my throat, moving to close my thighs before his large hands push me down. “Leon! T-too much, t’s too much!” He doesn’t stop, instead lowering to dip his tongue into my entrance as his nose brushes my clit. I try to pull away, a grunt leaving Leon before he lifts my hips into the air. He shakes his head side to side, mercilessly eating me out. Fisting the sheets I feel the tension build in my lower stomach once more, getting closer and closer to the end before he does it again. Pulling away he lowers me back to the bed, face drenched with my arousal. He grips my chin tight, taking my bottom lip between his teeth before slipping his tongue inside. Tasting myself on his mouth his stubble scratches my skin, knowing I’d most likely end up with raw skin. Pulling away he quickly begins removing his clothes, removing mine as tears springing to my eyes at the orgasm he’s ripped away again.
As he returns above me I feel the press of his cock on my thigh, but his expression changing and body tense as he notices my tear filled eyes. He pulls away immediately, hand gently moving hair from my face. “You ok? Did I hurt you?” I shake my head, taking a deep breath before answering. “I’m ok, it feels good. Please don’t stop, I need you.” Relief floods him, returning to his place above me as I begin to ramble. “Please, I need to cum. It hurts, I’ll be good, I’m done being a brat I swear.” He laughs, one hand moving to play with my breast as the other pumps himself twice before running himself against my sensitive cunt. His tip catches my clit just right, but still never enough. “So pretty when you beg, almost want to believe you. How about this..." He pauses, pressing just the thick head of his cock inside while his head dips to whisper into my ear. "If you do what I tell you then you can cum, but you can't cum until I decide understood?" I immediately nod, a chorus of pleases trickling out. "Eyes on me." The second I make eye contact he thrusts in all at once, filling me up in a way I've never felt before. "Fuck! Fuck, Leon!"
He leans down, one hand finding my throat as he kisses me. He pulls out all the way before slamming his hips back into mine, not giving me a chance to adjust. I struggle to keep my eyes on him, sweat slick bodies pressed together as he sets a brutal and punishing pace. Screams are torn from my throat, unable to kiss him back as he tightens his fingers around my throat. He hits deep, reaching depths I never knew was even possible. "P- please Leon, I need-." I cut myself off, screaming his name the second he adjusts his position. He grunts, smiling against my mouth as he lifts one leg to his shoulder. "What do you need baby, didn't quite get that." It's cocky, clearly enjoying the way he's breaking me apart. "I- shit- Need more, more please." He pulls out, before I can say anything else he's manhandling me onto my hands and knees. He places a hand on my back, shoving my chest into the mattress as he quickly thrusts back in hard. His pace is violent, the sound of skin slapping, moans and his grunts shattering the night. "Greedy little thing, is this all you needed? Needed a man who knew what he is doing to fuck you stupid? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." He pants it in the shell of my ear, my face turned as he leans his hulking body over mine completely.
I can feel him in my stomach, the position ruining me. Beginning to unravel my thighs shake. moving to close before his hands moves to hold them open. "Nuh uh, keep them open. You about to cum? Pussy is crying for me, creaming around my cock. You love it don't you, always riling me up, getting underneath my fucking skin." He thrusts even faster and harder than before, proving me wrong that he had already been at his limit. I nod my head, hair falling into my face as I begin to squirm from the overwhelming pressure that's about to explode. "Leon please, please, please! I need to cum." I cut myself short a scream of his name, his fist tangling into my hair as he pulls me up against his chest. My head falls back against his shoulder, his head turning as I feel the smile that spreads over his face against my neck. "Tell me, do you think you've earned-." Before he even finishes talking I'm nodding, his arm anchoring around my waist as I begin to crumble. "Fuck-." It's as if he loses his cool for a second, mask slipping as he momentarily loses rhythm. "Beg for it." My lower stomach twists to the point it's painful, his grip on my hair and waist moving as I fall back down into the sheets. "Please! I promise I'll be good, won't get an attitude! I- I will do whatever you ask just please let me cum, it hurts."
Leaning down he presses a kiss to my shoulder, Lips lingering before he finally answers my blabbered pleas. "Begging so sweet for me, I guess you earned it. Cum for me." The second he says it he presses the tip of his fingers to my clit, vision blurring and ears ringing as the most intense orgasm I've ever had hits. I hear the splash of my release that soaks the sheets, Leon quickly pulling out with a string of curses while rubbing his large hand fast over my cunt dragging it on. As it slows to a stop I fall completely flat, Leon quickly following as he pushes back in. He thrusts in and out frantically, knees on either side of my body pinning me in place. His hand finds my jaw, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "Squirting all over me, did I fuck you that good? Making a mess of all over me and the sheets?" I don't answer, one hand moving behind to grab a fistful of his hair. He drops his head to my shoulder, biting the skin there hard as he pulls out fast, cum painting my lower back and ass. As he shoots the last bit of cum onto my skin the room is quiet, the only sounds being our panting breaths.
His hand is gentle when he moves to push the hair away from my face, a startling contrast to the man who just manhandled me seconds ago. He presses a careful kiss to my temple, lips resting there as he talks almost inaudibly. "You ok?" Still catching my breath I don't yet answer, brain turned to mush as I try to remember how to speak. He sits up, moving to where he can meet my eyes as fear constricts his chest. "Hey, need you to talk to me." His blue eyes carry no anger, instead filled with fear as he gentle brushes my cheek. "I'm ok, think you actually broke my fucking brain." His shoulders relax, a blissed out smile coming over his face as he leans back down. "Well, someone had an attitude that needed to be corrected." His voice softens then, almost shy with it. "Let me go get something to clean you up, stay here." He kisses me soft, a gentle but possessive slide of his lips before he's standing. I watch him with half lidded eyes as he tugs his underwear up his muscular thighs, admiring him in all his glory without realizing it. "Couldn't move even if I wanted to." I hear the deep chuckle that leaves him, walking back to the other room and out of sight.
Hearing the faucet turn on I close my eyes, listening to his movements moments away from sleep. Failing to hear him return I jump slightly as he runs his hand over my hair, warm wash cloth making contact with my skin as he cleans me up. Tossing it aside after he's satisfied he got it all he carefully rolls me over, my eyes barely opening as he begins pulling a shirt over my head. "Drink." He grabs a bottle of water from the night stand, unscrewing the cap before handing it to me. Taking a few big sips I hand it back, watching his every little move as I see a side I never thought I would. "Thank you." After drinking the rest of the water I scoot over, giving him space to lay beside me. It catches me off guard when me pulls me over, pulling me to rest against his chest. "Go to sleep, should be headed home in the morning.” Only able to nod I snuggle deeper into him, for a moment thinking this was maybe the beginning of something.
The next morning I wake up alone, finding him ready to go and attitude colder than ever before.
// End of flashback //
It had been weeks, Leon practically acting as if I don't exist and when forced to work with me we are at each other's throats worse than it's ever been. It pisses me off, the way he had been so gentle after that night then turning into this. The opportunity arises after a particularly long workday, being invited out to drink with friends. It gives me a reason this time, instead of showing up alone. Walking in I notice him immediately, his eyes catching mine as I approach the bar for a drink. As my friends call me over I chat with them, one drink after another until the buzz begins to kick in. A guy approaches me at some point, beginning to talk with him before he becomes flirty. Feeling eyes on me I turn, catching the way Leon glares at me and the man before me who's name I can't even recall. His eyes burn with jealousy, seething at the way he leans into me. We make direct eye contact, his eyes a warning while mine read a challenge. I turn back to my conversation, laughing a little too much at his boring humorless jokes and leaning closer. Leon watches every move, knowing the game I'm playing. I meet his eyes again as he takes a slow sip of his drink, his jaw tight as I decide to press harder. Lifting a hand I place it on his arm, brushing over it before the loud sound of a barstool dragging harshly against the floor cuts through the air.
He crosses the room quick, wrapping his arm tight around me as he pulls me closer to him. "Think it's time for you to leave." He keeps his eyes on the guy, the way he says it filled with venom. The man stutters, mouth opening like a fish out of water before stuttering a goodbye and leaving. He has a death grip on my arm as he begins dragging me towards the bathroom, I begin to laugh despite his clear frustration. He pushes the bathroom door open, finding no one inside as he drags me right behind him. He slams me against the door. twisting the lock as he invades my personal space. "Think it's cute being all over him? You think you're fucking funny?" I smile, tilting my head as I don't back down from the heated confrontation. "Maybe I think it's funny watching the way you can't stand it, acting like I'm yours while you don’t even care about me." His shoulders rise and fall fast, and if looks could kill I might have been long dead.
He pushes his knee between my thighs, parting mine as he puts pressure against my covered cunt. “Yeah? Funny to you, well let’s see how funny it is now.” He moves to grip my hips, my breath catching as he begins to grind me against his thigh. My head falls against the door, fingers clutching at his shirt with a whimper. “Already whining? Damn, you really are this easy. This how you are when you go out with all those people you call friends?” Tugging him closer by the back of his neck I slam my lips into his, a groan rumbling from the back of his throat. His hands leave my hips, beginning to fumble with my jeans as mine drop to his belt. As soon as my jeans are unbuttoned and zipper down he pushes his hand into my pants, beneath my underwear beginning to drag his fingers through my folds. In retaliation I push his jeans down, reaching into his boxers to squeeze his dick. His hips jump, pushing into my hand harder as his own fingers falter on my clit.
I smile into the kiss, managing to throw him off kilter satisfying. Pulling away I begin pumping his length, two of his fingers thrusting into me at the same time. “Aw, poor Leon Kennedy. Let me guess, haven’t gotten any pussy since me? Felt pretty desperate there when you bucked into my hand like a touch starved teenage boy. You sure you can even fuck me properly or should I go back out there and fi-.” He pulls his hand away, stepping back as he pushes me onto my knees. “Always running that fucking mouth, need something to make you shut the fuck up for once.” He shoves his boxers down more, giving himself a few pumps before pressing the tip to my lips that remain closed. “Open.” I hold eye contact, only smiling as his eyes darken from not following his orders. His hands grips my cheeks, forcefully opening my mouth as he thrusts his entire length in my mouth. I choke as he hits the back of my throat, his hips snapping relentlessly as he thoroughly fucks my face. “Fucking brat, wanna run your mouth all the time then let’s put it to good use. Use it for something good for once in your life.” My hands find his thighs, holding them for balance. He pulls away after a minute, giving me a second to catch my breath before he starts again.
Tears drip down my face, mascara leaving dark streaks. “Fucking hell.” Moving one hand from where he holds my head he cups my cheek, dragging his thumb beneath my eye. “Mascara running down your face, think you look better like this. Looking at me with tears in your eyes while I fuck your mouth.” He thrusts in till he’s stuffed down my throat, holding my head there as I gag helplessly around him. He lets out a groan, enjoying the way my throat contracts around him. Pulling me off he grabs my arms again, moving to wipe my mouth as his uses both hands to moves me to face the sink. One large hand pushes me down, using my hands to catch myself from laying on the counter of a grungy bar bathroom. He roughly shoves my jeans and underwear down the rest of the way, giving no warning as he immediately buries himself deep inside. His hand clamps over my mouth as I let out a loud cry, not giving me a moment to adjust as he immediately begins railing me. He muffles every sound that comes from my mouth, my eyes falling closed before he grunts. "None of that." He grabs me by the roots of my hair, pulling me up to face the mirror. "Watch what I do to you."
The reflection is obscene, sweat dripping down his forehead as he wears that prideful cocky smirk. Makeup runs down my cheeks, face red from the heat that vibrates through my skin. "Watch what I do to you, watch exactly how it looks when a real man fucks you." His shirt rides up, showing just a glimpse of his abs. If anyone were to walk by they'd most likely know exactly what's going on, the unmistakable sound of slapping skin loud. He raises a hand, bringing it back down hard. He does it over and over, the sting mixing perfectly with the pleasure. As my head begins to fall forward again he leans over me, body pinning me in place as he continues the merciless pace. "You still thinking about that kid out there? Wish he was fucking you instead?" He holds direct eye contact in the mirror, watching the way our bodies move. "M- maybe, I should go out there. Take him home and fu-." He pulls away suddenly, lifting me to sit on the counter facing him. He wraps a hand around my throat, cutting off oxygen just enough to send a rush to my head. Taking his place between my thighs he quickly thrusts back in, my head falling back against the mirror. He lets go of my throat, grabbing me by the ass and lifting my hips into the air. "Leon! Fuck!" The hair at the base of his cock grinds just right against my clit with each thrust, his cock reaching areas that only he can seem to find.
"Wanna try that again sweetheart?" It's belittling, the nickname condescending when it drips from his tongue. "Wanna say it again?" I can't form words, lowered back to be sat on the counter as he yanks my tank top and bra down to release my tits. He pulls on the nubs hard, my hands finding his back as I drag my nails down leaving red lines behind. I don't answer, too overstimulated and cock drunk to continue egging him on. "Where did all your attitude go, cock drunk already? I could stop now you know, cum then send you back out there without letting you finish." I react immediately, voice broken and rough. "No! No, please let me finish I don't want anyone else, no one fucks me like you do!" He nods, mumbling something that sounds a lot like "that's what I thought" beneath his breath. "That's right, no one will ever fuck you like I do. No one else can please you like I do, shaking beneath me. You are close aren't you?" I only lean in, tucking my face into his neck. "Yeah you are." His hips don't falter but I know he's getting close by the way his stomach tenses, lower abdomen clenching against me. He sucks a harsh mark into my neck, a dark claiming bruise for people to see.
"Gonna fill you up, pump you full of my cum so when you walk out that door you still feel me. Give you a reminder of who owns this pussy, leaking in your panties with every step. Ruin you for anyone else." It's a dumb idea, but the alcohol buzzing in our systems turns off rational thinking. I pull his lips to mine, legs wrapping around his waist as his tongue invades my mouth. My orgasm is building, his thumb beginning to circle my clit as he picks up on the tells. "Oh... You like that? Like the idea of me cumming inside you and feeling it drip out as you walk around all these people?" I nod, his name the only word left in my vocabulary. "Cum for me, maybe you will get what you want." I snap then, thighs clamping around his waist as I let out a scream. His eyes are glued to my face, watching as I fall apart by his doing. He grabs my waist like a vice, holding me flush against him as rope after rope of his release is spilling inside. He kisses me as we both come down, still pinned between the counter and his body. Once we've both caught our breaths he pulls out, one hand on my hip as I stand on trembling legs. He pulls my underwear up before his cum can leak out, fixing my jeans right after. "Keep it inside baby." He tucks himself away, fixing his own clothes. Fixing my appearance he leaves, not another word.
I stay there for a moment, making myself look presentable before I walk out. It takes me only a minute, finding him at the bar talking with Chris like nothing ever happened. I leave without a word, something nasty twisting in my chest. As I make my way home I feel his cum slowly soaking through my underwear, a constant reminder of tonight. As soon as I'm home I shower, not quite able to wash away the feeling of his body against mine. It catches me off guard when I crawl into bed, mind circling until tears begin to fall. I turn my face into my pillow, because it just hits. Feelings my mind locked away hidden until now. When the fuck did I let it happen?
//
Work the next day is spent avoiding him, doing everything in my power to not even see him. Throwing myself into paperwork I try to stay busy, successful for the first week. But my luck runs out, trying to head home when my car won't start. It's late, the building a graveyard as the clock strikes three. Frustration builds, the day having been long and running on fumes the last few weeks. Tears spring to the corner of my eyes, frantically turning the key only for the engine to sputter and die. Slamming my fist onto the steering wheel I accidentally honk the horn, head dropping against it right after. As I accept my fate I grab my stuff, preparing to make my way home on foot. I don't get far, my name called from behind. "Y/n?" I freeze on the spot, entire body tense as I hear footsteps approach. "Did that shit box of a car finally break down?" He doesn't say it with the usual tone we spit back and forth, but the smirk in his voice is still there. I don't respond, everything crashing down at once. At the lack of response he falls quiet, stepping around until he can see my face. As soon as he sees the tears he freezes, knowing it's rare for me to cry. "Look, I'm exhausted ok? I don't feel like doing this I'm just gonna walk home."
His eyes soften and I see the same man from that first night, the one that was gentle with me before the coldness return. It feels like a punch to the gut, shaking my head and attempting to walk past him. He grabs my arm gently, stopping me. "Hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean anything by it. Let me give you a ride home, it's late you don't need to be walking at this hour." Exhausted and just wanting to be home I nod, following him to his car allowing him to take my bag when he reaches for it. As I climb into the passenger seat I buckle up, leaning my head against the cool glass of the window. He puts our stuff into the backseat, getting in and starting the engine. He sits for a moment, and the charge in the small space let's me know he wants to say something. He watches me, takes in the dark circles beneath my eyes and exhaustion that is present in every part of me. The exhaustion isn't only physical, it's the one that often digs hit's claws into him as it runs deep. He shifts it into reverse, pulling out and heading to my apartment. It's quiet for the entire ride, finally pulling up to my building. "You've been avoiding me..." He trails off, expecting me to fill it in but I remain silent.
"Why?" I shrug then, deciding to give a bullshit answer. "Haven't had a reason to be around you, no missions right now so I'm working my own shit." He calls it bullshit, and the arguing starts. Finally fed up hot tears slide down my cheeks, snatching my bag from the back seat and getting out. He follows me, slamming his door with the same force I'd used closing mine. "Come back we aren't done talking!" I whip around, fast enough that the world tilts on it's axis. "Fuck you Leon! I don't want to fucking talk to you because there is no such thing as us just talking! You and me aren't capable of conversation, all we do is argue or fuck! I can't do it. I put in a partner change so no need to cross paths anymore yeah?" His face contorts into something akin to disbelief and hurt. "You what? No, you can't just switch like that." I give a bitter laugh, because one minute he hates me the next he acts like he cares. "I don't fucking understand you Leon, you hate my guts one second then want to act like you care about me. Hope whoever your next partner is doesn't get this treatment." He remains silent, head dropping as I finally turn and escape to the safety of my apartment.
Walking in I immediately lock it, dropping my work bag to the ground before opening my nearly empty cupboards. Moving to sit at the small table with a singular chair I sweep my eyes across the poor excuse of a home, bare walls with the only furniture being what I decided was a necessity. It's cold, as if there's no life that lives here. It's a comfort to me, having found comfort and solace in the sadness. Dropping my head into my hands I feel the tears that burn once again, the endless cycle that's consumed me as of recent. Lifting my head my eyes are drawn to the guitar in the corner, the instrument taunting me from where it sits. Standing slowly I grab it, opening the balcony door to sit outside. I begin tuning it, tweaking it until it sounds right before playing. The tune is familiar, the lyrics floating through the air unable to help myself. The song isn't sung only to the night sky, because down below Leon is listening to every word.
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Want it, so I got it, did it, so it's done Another thing I ruined I used to do for fun Another piece of plastic I could just throw away Another conversation with nothing good to say
I thought it, so I said it, took it 'cause I can Another day pretendin' I'm older than I am Another perfect moment that doesn't feel like mine Another thing I forced to be a sign
Well, sometimes I feel like I don't wanna be where I am Gettin' drunk at a club with my fair-weather friends Push away all the people who know me the best But it's me who's been making the bed
I'm so tired of bein' the girl that I am Every good thing has turned into something I dread And I'm playin' the victim so well in my head But it's me who's been making the bed
Me who's been making the bed Pull the sheets over my head Making the bed
And every night, I wake up from this one recurrin' dream Where I'm drivin' through the city and the brakes go out on me I can't stop at the red light, I can't swerve off the road I read somewhere it's 'cause my life feels so out of control
And I tell someone I love them just as a distraction They tell me that they love me like I'm some tourist attraction They're changin' my machinery and I just let it happen I got the things I wanted, it's just not what I imagined
Well, sometimes I feel like I don't wanna be where I am Gettin' drunk at a club with my fair weather friends Push away all the people who know me the best But it's me who's been making the bed
I'm so tired of bein' the girl that I am Every good thing has turned into something I dread And I'm playin' the victim so well in my head But it's me who's been making the bed
Me who's been making the bed Pull the sheets over my head Making the bed
Sometimes I feel like I don't wanna be where I am Countin' all of the beautiful things I regret But it's me who's been making the bed Me who's been making the bed Pull the sheets over my head Making a bed, oh-oh
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As I finish I let the words fade away, the night air taking them with it.
//
The partner change is accepted, Leon storming out as soon as my new partner is assigned and the meeting is over. Andrew. He's a few years younger than me, talks a lot and honestly makes me second guess my life choices that landed me here. But I suck it up and play nice, because if I try to change I know I'll end up back with Leon as I was told this was my only choice. The weeks go by pretty well, nothing too heavy assigned. One thing did begin to change though, slowly beginning to eat more and always exhausted. Then the nausea hit, being busy with work it gets explained away. It didn't register until I was grabbing a couple things before work at a store, passing through the medicine aisle before it caught my eye. My heart sinks, air leaving my lungs as I grab a box and leave everything else behind. The drive to the office has me a wreck, hands shaking as I pull into my usual parking spot. Tucking it securely in my bag I head inside, not bothering to drop off any of my stuff as I go straight into the restroom.
Locking myself away I rip open the box, taking the two tests before waiting for what feels like forever. As the three minute mark hits I look, four very dark and clear pink lines staring back at me, both sticks positive. Panic sets in, unsure of how to even handle or process it. Seeing the time I realize I'm now late, a debriefing supposed to be happening right now. Wiping the tears from my face I throw the tests into my bag again, splashing water on my face before rushing upstairs. Getting into the conference room after hastily dropping my stuff off all eyes are on me, apologizing quietly before sitting. Chris watches me a moment longer, knowing me well enough to know I'm upset. I zone out for most of the meeting, the idea of taking the tests as I came into work clearly a bad decision. As everyone begins to stand I move to the door, Chris' voice stopping me. "Y/n can you stay behind please." With a sigh I turn back to him, waiting until every last person is gone. "Shut the door." Doing just that I take a seat, refusing to meet his eyes as he gives me a chance to talk first. "What's going on? Don't say nothing cause I can tell you were crying and you are never late or inattentive like you were today." I remain silent, not exactly feeling like talking to anyone. "Just tired, alarm didn't go off."
He knows it's a bold faced lie, but he sighs knowing when I'm shut down there's no getting through to me. "Alright, you can go." Standing up I walk to the door, opening it before he softly says my name once more. "You know you can talk to me right?" I offer a small smile, nodding my head before leaving. Work passes slow for the next week, closed off even with Andrew who eventually stops asking. The first day I had off I went to get a blood test, that one too coming back positive. It sits like a heavy weight on my chest, keeping it from everyone around me as I try to think of what the fuck I even wanna do.
The next appointment I see the blob of a baby, hearing the heartbeat as I make my decision in that moment.
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Weeks later and I still haven't said a word about it, an ultrasound photo tucked into my nightstand that dated me to be fourteen weeks along. The symptoms have gotten better, although the nausea still lingers. Standing in front of the mirror in just a tank top I look at the curve that has began to show, unsure how long I have left of hiding as I tug the loose shirt down. As soon as I pull into my parking spot I swing the door open, stepping out just in time to throw up my breakfast off to the side out of the way. Footsteps approach as my stomach continues to empty itself, a familiar hand finding my back and rubbing up and down. Finally done I catch my breath, not able to bring myself to care about who it is with me. "If you are sick you shouldn't be going on a mission." Handing me my water I take it, rinsing my mouth before sipping on it. "'m not sick." Finally looking at him I don't find the look I'd expected him to have, instead looking down at me with raw concern. "Alright, just... If you get worse go home, I'll cover it for you." I drop my eyes, unable to look at him knowing what I know. "Ok." He walks away after that, taking a few more minutes to myself before making my way to my office. Double checking I have what I need we head to debriefing, getting the run down before being sent off. On the way to the location only a few hours away Andrew is buzzing with excitement, being a new agent this is his first mission.
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Things are smooth going in, not having any issues reaching what we need. It leaves Andrew cocky, boasting about how easy it was. "Andrew you need to stay aware, this is just the beginning and anything could happen in a split second." I speak quietly as I feel on edge, being here with Andrew not leaving me feeling secure. "Come on y/n, loosen up! This has been a piece of cake, not everything always ends up in chaos." He talks loud, the quiet tunnels echoing with the sound of his voice. Just as I whip around to face him I don't get to lay in like I intended, the sound of growls ringing through the tunnels close by. "Nice going Andrew." As I draw my gun an infected comes rushing towards us, quickly discharging my gun as Andrew fumbles to even grab his. As the first go down they just keep coming, a hoard headed straight to us. Popping off rounds to take them out I notice the lack of help from my partner, throwing him a glance to see his pale expression. Scared. "Snap the fuck out of it Andrew! Fucking help me!" I know it the second his expression falters, the man turning heel and running. "Fuck!" As his footsteps disappear I am left alone and outnumbered, trying to at least hold them back enough to get distance and leave. Shooting every single one I can I move backwards, my gun clicking as I run out of ammo. Moving to reload I'm caught off guard, one of the infected tackling me to the ground. Hitting concrete all the air leaves my body, gasping as I try to hold it off me.
As I stare into it's empty eyes I feel it, pure terror as I realize this might me it for me. Just as I accept my fate the creature is yanked off of me, a bullet splitting it's head open. It takes me a second for my hearing to return, Leon yelling for me to stand up as he pulls me to my feet. Stealing one of the guns from his holsters we begin to quickly eliminate them, confusion on how he's ended up here pushed onto the back burner. It's about thirty minutes before we finally are able to get away, threats taken out. The second we are out of the tunnels I rush a little ways off, immediately throwing up once again. I hear his low curse, noticing him already walking over to where I am to keep watch. "I told you, you should've stayed home. You can't do a mission when you aren't healthy." I stand up straight, rolling my shoulders as I reload. "I told you I'm not sick." I can hear the irritation, looking over as he shoots me a glare. "So what is it then? You're just throwing up for the hell of it?" Walking off I ignore him, trying to put distance between us. "Where's Andrew." He waits where I left him for a second, catching up after once I get a few feet away. "He is on his way back to headquarters then he will be gone, Chris was watching the cameras and saw what he did."
I fall quiet, because it becomes more real that me and the baby could've both been dead had Leon not shown up. Before we can say anything chaos breaks out again, but this time it's people. People are scarier than the creatures they create, unpredictable and intention behind the actions. I freeze as Leon takes cover, panic clutching my chest. My ears ring, breathing picking up as Leon yanks me behind cover. He sees the panic, confused as I've never done this before. I can't help, can't move as Leon handles it all alone. As we make it to a safe house my body is exhausted, both of us silent. He noticed the unusual amount of silence coming from me, the way I froze up making his blood boil. It snaps the minute we make it inside, as I begin to take my gear off carefully. "What the fuck happened back there?! You have never frozen up like that, are you out of your mind? I-" My head is pounding, my back hurting and thoroughly exhausted. "Leon I'm not in the mood to be berated, please just drop it." That only fuels the fire, and in my mind I wonder if this is how it's going to be for the rest of our lives. "No! We are talking about it right now! You were so fucking-" I don't even realize what I'm saying, my frustration tipping.
"I'm fucking pregnant!"
//
A/n So here is chapter one of my new series I'm starting, I'm super excited for it and can't wait to get into it. I hope you enjoy:) - Ghost
Little update
So I just wanted to make a little update as my writing is about to slow down a bit. I am starting some summer classes for college on Monday so I will be focusing on that as I am doing my nursing pre requisites and I prioritize my education as that’s the future job that I am so excited to start. The school I go to is one that has an amazing nursing program that is hard to get into. My classes are fast paced course and I have to keep a full class schedule since I am on financial aid. I will write in the spare time I have so my fics might slow down as I will need to study and have classes Monday to Thursday on campus. It’s 15 weeks of work crammed into just five weeks, I will have a break after that to write before I start classes again end of August which will when I slow down once again. I hope y’all understand, I love writing and it’s an escape for me. Thank you. - Ghost🫶🏻
Anyone else have trouble finding a title for their fics because I am stumped on a title for a series I'm starting... It's pretty much done just need to tie up then end of chapter one and edit it. I hope to find one soon, if anyone has tips on finding titles feel free to comment. - Ghost🫶🏻
Edited to add since apparently I'm a yapper tonight. I am writing another fic as well and uh... I have made myself cry just writing it so I apologize ahead of time because there will be no happy ending.
