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✮ WARNINGS/TAGS smut, fluff, Re2! Leon, top! reader, bottom! Leon, soft dom! reader, sub! Leon, praising, anal/pegging (Leon reiceiving), fingering, pet names, teasing, begging, needy! Leon, gentle sex
✮ SUMMARY Leon asked you to peg him
✮ WORDS 1.2k
✮ A/N Happy Pride month y'all! The start of pride month made want to write some more ftm fics since I feel like I don't do enough, especially when I started writing because I wanted to write fics for my fellow trans men. Because of that, I'll do my best to write more ftm x reader fics, and in general more male reader since, again, I don't do it enough. Also I wanna mention something, just in case. This is just a fic, so obviously it's not 1:1 with how irl sex goes. If any of you plan on trying stuff mentioned in the fic, please make sure to prepare yourself/your partner properly for the sake of comfort and safety!!
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How could you say no to him?
It was hard, unbelievably hard at times to say no when he looked at you with those pretty blue eyes and that sweet little smile. How shy and nervous he was, but at the same time so eager.
“Could we try pegging?” He asked that evening, eyes flicking from your eyes, to your lips and all the features of your face before going back to your eyes. He knew he could trust you, that you wouldn't be weirded out by his request, nor that you would judge him.
That same evening, you had him laying on the bed. He looked adorable, flushed cheeks as you gently stretched his hole with your fingers. Each movement came with a soft, wet sound following it. You would never do something like that without lube.
“Feeling okay, sweetheart?” You asked, earning a nod from Leon which was followed by a choked moan.
“Y-yeah. Feels better than I thought it would.” He looked at you before throwing his head back onto a pillow, letting out another sweet sound when your fingers hit that one spot inside of him.
“Oh, you like it there?”
“Yeah.” You hit that spot again, making him gasp. “Oh my God… please…”
“Please what?”
He had a hard time finding his words, especially when your fingers didn't stop their movements. He didn't wanna cum just yet, not when you weren't inside him, even if he was so hard that his cock was practically begging for release.
“I need… please, I can't.” He turned his hand against his cheek as he murmured, trying to get rid of the heat that remained on it. “N-not without you..”
“Not without me? I'm right here, love.”
“You know what I mean. Please…”
“I don't think I do, sweetheart.”
You knew damn well what he meant. And he knew that too, that mischievous smile was a statt difference to how innocently you acted. He knew he had to be more vocal to get what he wanted.
“Need you inside…” His was barely above whisper.
“I'm sorry? Again?”
Leon let out a sigh and gathered the courage.
“I need you inside me, can't… don't wanna cum when you're not inside.” It came out much whiney than he intended for it to be.
“I see. It would be rude to keep you on the edge for much longer, huh?”
With that you slowly pulled your fingers out of him and cleaned them with the towel that was laying nearby. Then you left the bed to grab the strap on and started putting it on.
Leon watched you the whole time, his expression was a mix of anticipation and slight nervousness. But he knew he was in good hands, even though he had a feeling you weren't done teasing him.
He observed carefully as the harness of the strap-on fitted your hips before his eyes landed on the toy. It was simple - pink, slightly transparent dildo meant to look like a real thing. He didn't say it out loud, but you saw the look on his eyes. He couldn't wait to have it inside.
You came back on the bed, grabbing the lube from the nightstand before covering the toy in it. Once again, you cleaned your hand with the towel before looking at Leon.
“Ready?” You asked, moving your hips a little closer. Your hands were practically itching to grab Leon already.
“Yes, please…” He nodded, his eyes were still on you.
You nodded. You grabbed his thighs, giving them a playful squeeze and watching his reaction, which was a twitch of his cock and a small whimper. Then you moved your hips again, the toy nudged his hole but you didn't push it inside yet. You watched how he closed his eyes, letting out an impatient whine at your teasing.
“Don't do me like that.”
“Impatient, aren't we?” You teased again, but this time instead of just circling his hole, you started pushing inside. You could have teased him more, have him whine and beg for you, but truth to be told, you just really wanted to see how he would moan and melt into the mattress as you thrusted into him.
“Feeling okay? Want me to slow down?” You watched him carefully, looking for any sign that you should stop. But there was none.
“No. I'm okay. Please don't stop.” He murmured, his eyes seemed somehow distant already and you weren't even fully inside.
Once fully inside, you got a firmer grip on his thighs and shifted your hips. While the part inside Leon rubbed against that sweet spot your fingers teased earlier, the end of it rubbed against your clit with each movement.
“Ready?” You asked again and Leon nodded. You rolled your eyes at him. “Words, sweetheart.”
“Y-yes. I can't wait anymore…”
“Good boy.”
You started with a gentle, slow pace, letting Leon get used to the way the toy felt inside him. He was already getting whiney again, murmuring stuff under his breath. Although you focused mostly on him and his pleasure, the way the toy brushed against you influenced your movements. Going for deep thrusts that had you biting your lip to stiffen the sound that bubbled at the back of your throat.
“Feels so good.” Leon murmured, his eyes were on you. He watched the way your face changed with pleasure and how focused you were.
“Yeah?” You change picked up a pace, watching the way Leon's back arched. “Good. You're taking me so well, such a good boy for me.” His dick twitched in response at your praise.
“Can you… go a little faster, please?” He was getting close already. His mind was a mush at this point, he could only hear the way his heart was pounding in his ears, along with his own needy moans and soft groans from you.
He didn't hear when you exactly agreed to his plea, but he felt it. He arched his back again, lots to the pleasure you gave him. He started babbling softly between the moans. Sweet whimpers and unintelligible pleas were followed by the way he started moaning your name shamelessly as he got closer. You sped up again, thrusting into him harder and watching his face.
“That's right. I've got you. Go for it, love.” Your voice was breathy, you were also getting close. The toy rubbed against your clit deliciously. It made you want to slow down, savor the feeling but you focused on Leon.
A few more moans fell from his lips beside him finally came, covering his chest and stomach with his cum. You slowed down after that, not stopping completely as you helped him ride out the feeling. You observed how he catched his breath, his face even more red than before. You heard him let out a soft hum before you stopped, not pulling out just yet. He looked up at you with a sweet smile.
“How do you feel?” You asked and he chuckled softly.
“Can we go again, please?”
That question made you chuckle as well.
“You know I can't say no when you look at me like that.”
✮ SUMMARY Emre is gone for another mission and you don't hear from him for a while. When he comes back, he's not alone
✮ WORDS 2,7k
✮ A/N Like I said (for those who didn't see one of my previous posts) I have decided to continue this series. I won't lie, I still don't have a full idea of what exactly I want to do and how much I want to go with the canon so be patient with me lol. Also writing something like this is a nice breath of fresh air because as many of you probably noticed by now, I mostly stick to one/two shots at best, with only series that I wrote around a year ago. So yeah, I'm pretty excited about this, even if still have a lot of planning head. I hope yall enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing this! <3
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“You should have gone to the medic with this, not me.” You said to Emre, sitting behind him on your bed, brows slightly frowned with focus as you cleaned up the injuries on his back.
He disappeared, he did it again. Between watching over you and making sure you were okay, he had a habit to disappear between missions, sometimes for weeks before he would be back. But missions never failed when he was around, it just felt incredibly weird. How he would go from being practically your shadow to disappearing them and coming back before you knew it.
He told you how he wasn't sure when or how he even did it. It was like his mind was being turned off, control slipping. That was all he could tell you. And you didn't ask him for more, you trusted him to be truthful towards you. Even if you wish you could know the whole truth.
It made you feel like, despite knowing him for a year already, you barely knew anything about him. You knew so much, yet so little.
“I would have to be crazy to let Moira patch me up.” He said with such disgust as if the thought itself was enough to give him shivers. “Besides, I think you're doing quite well. Are you sure you're not secretly a medic?”
You didn't have to look at him to know the exact way his lips curled when he said that. You knew him well enough to know his smile when he said stupid things like that, just to make you smile. Or to annoy you just a bit.
That was Emre for you.
“No. But maybe I should consider it.” You pretended to consider it for a moment before giving his side a gentle pinch, watching him tense at the unexpected touch. “You would make an interesting subject to start practicing on.”
“Hey! I didn't say anything about wanting to volunteer.” He chuckled, leaning towards back and throwing his head back so he could look up at you. He had the exact smile you knew he was going to have. “Hey there.”
You let out air through your nose, unable to stop the corner of your mouth from going up just a bit at the way he was looking at you.
“Hey there yourself.” You hand grabbed his shoulder, pushing him back into a sitting position. “I'm not done yet. Stay still.”
“Alright, alright. Sorry, doc.” He said with another laugh, sitting up straight, so you could continue working on his back.
You did so carefully, gently cleaning up the wound on his back without saying anything and then once done bandaging them up. Luckily for him, none of them needed stitching.
Once you were done, he turned to look at you. He took in your face, especially your eyes and the tiredness that lingered in your eyes.
“It wasn't worth it.” He said after a moment. He sounded resigned as his hand found your cheek, thumb gently stroking the skin under your eye. “You look…” He bit his cheek, not sure what he should say. Miserable? Exhausted? Lacking that light in your eyes that was there when he first met you?
“Yeah, I know.” You dismissed it with a shrug. You knew how you looked - still presentable yet everyone who took a closer look would know there was more than just the surface. “But I don't regret it. I'm glad to be here, with you.” You added, leaning into his touch.
The more time you spent here in Talon, the more you wondered whenever it was a good decision to stay. Maybe you should have pressed Emre more and he would give in. Or perhaps you should have left on your own, not looking back and worrying about him later, once you were safe. It crossed your mind more often than you liked, how the opportunity was right in front of you, within arms reach and yet, you decided to stay.
“I hope so.”
His hand thumb continued to stroke your skin, now of your cheek. He watched you lean into it and a soft smile appeared on Emre's face. He loved those little soft moments with you, where it was just you and him. No missions, no fights, no worries amongst the chaos that was Talon.
“When are you leaving again?” The question has taken Emre out of the cozy moment, reminding him of reality.
“In two days.” He said, pulling his hand back to let it rest in his lap. You asked that yesterday and he couldn't tell whenever it was you not wanting him to leave again, or your memory was getting worse.
“You asked me that yesterday.” He tilted his head, watching your expression carefully. “You okay?”
“Yeah, everything blurs here.”
He knew exactly what you meant, days blurring together, sometimes you didn't even know what happened when. Especially in Talon, where sometimes you had to stay in the base for days, even weeks, which obviously made that blurry feeling worse.
His memory wasn't that great either. But he was starting to get worried about you.
“You know, if it's getting bad, we can go to the med bay.”
“Sure. You want me to go to Moira now?” You joked, hoping to lighten up the atmosphere.
“No, I said I'm not crazy.” He let out a soft snort before his tone became more serious. “Anyone else other than her. I could go with you, if that's what you want.”
“I'm okay. I just need some sleep.”
Emre heard that before. He wanted to push you a little, maybe demand that you tell him something more. But he knew he wouldn't. He didn't like to talk about what was on his mind either. He knew he should and he knew that it would be best to open up more, but he didn't like to do it. Even if it was with you. No wonder he wasn't going to make you talk when he wasn't going to.
“Of course. I could use some sleep too.” He nodded, standing up and putting a shirt back on. “Sleep well, yeah?”
“Yeah, goodnight.” You nodded as well, not stopping him from leaving.
He left without another word, you didn't say anything else either. Just laid down on your back and stared at the ceiling.
He was going to leave again, who knows for how long and you were going to stay here. Not without things to do, of course. Vendetta gave you enough to do, and you, being one of her favorites whenever you liked it or not, would have to deliver. At least she respected you somehow, even if you heard a few people call you Marzia’s pet.
You hated that nickname, but never said anything. You just did your job and kept your mouth shut when there was a need for it. You haven't had any complaints from her, so you decided it was for the best not to let those little comments get to you. No matter how annoying they were.
He was gone again, on a mission he had to take care of. You were used to it by now, but you still missed him. You knew he would come back, he always did. He knew how to take care of himself, but you still couldn't help but worry. You had a bad feeling.
But it was not like you had a lot of time to think about Emre. Vendetta had another job for you, which kept you occupied.
She was currently leaning over your shoulder, carefully listening as you explained your plan, all the possibilities and ways to go about it. She nodded along, quietly thrusting your judgment. After all, you did well in Talon, your knowledge and experience proved that you were a worthy asset to keep around, and she was glad to have you as one of her workers. Even if sometimes she would have preferred to go about things her way - more aggressive and less careful, much less planning and much more acting on whatever felt right in the moment.
As you finished talking, she nodded again.
“Very well.” She straightened her back. “You can tell your friend that once he's back, he'll have another mission.”
You nodded, eyes still on the map of the building that was on the big, holographic table in front of you.
You then heard her let out a scoff.
“You need to watch over him more.” She added bluntly. “He disappears more than before. I thought you held his leash?”
Held his leash? You were speechless for a moment after hearing her talk about Emre. Not only talking about her talking about like he was some dog, but the way she said so nonchalantly. Like it was the most normal thing to say about someone else's…
Who exactly? Coworker? Friend? Fellow soldier?
Or maybe it was a situationship?
You never thought about it much, nor did you ask. Emre didn't seem the one to ask about this either. You just were stuck in this place, doing what you had to under Vendetta's rule. Sure, you spend most of your time with him or around him. Sure, sometimes you two cuddled. But you never thought what, whatever the thing between you was, could be called.
Vendetta saw that her words made you pause. But she didn't seem interested enough to ask what made you react the way you did.
“Just do what needs to be done.” She added when you finally looked at her, she had a sour expression. “I don't know what is between the two of you and I don't care about knowing what it is. Bring him to heel, before he does something stupid.”
“R-right. I'll see what I can do.” You averted your gaze, looking back at the map like it could save you from this uncomfortable situation.
“You should go on that mission with him.” She nodded towards the table. “He listens to you like no other.”
She left you with that, doors slided right behind her and you felt sick just thinking about her words.
“Fucking…” You muttered under your breath, hitting the table so hard the holograph disappeared for a moment.
You knew her well by now, how she didn't treat her soldiers as people, but purely as pawns that were meant to act the way she told them to. You got used to it, but it always made your blood boil when she would talk about Emre like that, when it was just you and her.
It made you wish she didn't have so much control over you, that you could say something that she would consider “pushing your luck”.
You didn't notice the door sliding until the heavy steps echoed in the quiet room. Looking up, you saw Mauga standing on the other side of the table, facing you. He had that big smile of his that he always had on his face.
“Planning again, aren't you?” You felt an unpleasant shiver go down your spine as he spoke up.
You barely talked to him, by Emre's advice. He told you Mauga couldn't be trusted, that there was something behind those eyes of his that told you it was best to keep distance. You saw it, but couldn't quite place what it was that made that man so unsettling.
“As always.” You said, avoiding direct eye contact with him.
“Of course. And where's your Emmy?”
Your eyes immediately shot up to Mauga's face. His smile didn't disappear, he knew exactly what spot to press.
“He's not…”
“No?” He tilted his head a little. “You are always together. It's weird to see you alone.”
“What do you want?”
“Me? Nothing.” He shrugged, but you could clearly see he didn't come here to just talk. “I was just wondering about my dear friend. Emre disappears and then leaves you hanging, does he ever tell you where he goes and what he does?”
Another pause.
No, he didn't. He told many times that he doesn't know what happens to him. And you believe him.
You heard Mauga chuckle before he continued.
“I thought you knew everything about the guy, after all, he's glued to your hip most of the time. I thought you trust each other.”
You did trust Emre, but now all you could think about was how much he didn't tell you. He rarely spoke of his past, of whatever that weird eye on his chest was. He barely said anything about those things.
I don't know what's happening to me, Emre would tell you.
You didn't know what to think anymore, even if you knew you shouldn’t listen to a man you barely ever spoke to.
“Didn't mean to disturb you, you must be very busy.” Mauga said, taking you out of your thoughts. He stared at you for a while longer before leaving the room like he didn't just come to cause chaos in your mind.
Emre was out for longer than you expected.
It was starting to worry you, as it was the first he was out for so long, especially without any kind of word from him. No texts or calls, just pure silence from him. Not to mention that his transmitter was disabled, which made tracking his location hard.
No one knew where was, or if he was even alive.
It was another one of those sleepless nights that you had when Emre was gone. You wish he was here, he knew exactly how to get you cozy and sleepy. A little caress on the back here, a sweet touch on your hair there, and he had you melting in his arms before you fell asleep against him just a few minutes later.
Although it was hard, you managed to sleep for a few hours before you were woken up by hushed voices and footsteps outside your room. Normally, you wouldn't care. You were used to it, soldiers went in and out, it was nothing new.
But hearing the very familiar tone and that chuckle you knew so well by now, you almost shot up from your bed. You grabbed the nearest clothing you could, not wanting to wander in your pajamas around the base.
The closer you got to the door, you realized Emre was talking to someone. You heard a voice you didn't recognize and you weren't sure how to feel.
The door slid open and you saw him, safe and sound. And he had a big smile on his face as he talked to a woman beside him. It was the first time you ever saw her, you would have recognized someone like her, especially that red hair of hers.
Emre was engaged in the conversation before he noticed you, his eyes softened the moment his eyes fell on you.
“Hey, I hope we didn't wake you up?” He asked, taking in how sleepy you looked and how messy your hair was.
“No, no… you're fine.” You shook his head. You noticed how his gaze flickered to your hair, so you tried to make it a little more presentable. “Who's that?”
“Ah, where are my manners? ____________, this is Freja. Freja, this is ____________.”
You shook her hand, feeling in her firm grip.
“Nice to meet you.” She gave you a small nod. “Glad to know there was someone to look after him.”
“You talk as if I'm incapable of taking care of myself.” He said it like it was an accusation, although the smile on his face told a very different story.
They joked around a little more, while you felt a little out of place. You haven't seen Emre smile this much unless it was because you. It felt a little weird.
“I'll be going back to bed, I have a lot of stuff to do in the morning.” You didn't have that much work the next day, but just needed to get away from the awkwardness this whole meeting has made you feel.
“Of course, sleep well.” Emre gave you a nod.
“Goodnight.” Said Freja as you walked back into your room.
You heard them talk for a while longer as you got back into the bed, until it was quiet again. You went to sleep, trying not to think too hard about the interaction you just witnessed.
Okay so I have decided that I'm gonna continue the Heist series. I wasn't planning on doing that at first, but:
- first of all, I'm not kinda happy with leaving it at the cliff hamger
- second, it has crossed my mind to continue it but seeing someone comment and ask for continuation on ao3, absolutely gave them motivation to write
Although, I won't lie to you, I don't have the whole story planned out as of now and I'm not sure whenever I will go with my own thing or try to stay together with what lore is going to give us. But definitely I wanna continue writing this, part 3 is in making, not sure when I'm going to post it, I just started writing it
✮ PARING Luis Serra Navarro × Gender Neutral! Reader
✮ WARNINGS/TAGS NSFW, smut, RE4r, blowjob (Luis receiving), agent! reader, making out, flirting, dry humping, needy! Luis
✮ SUMMARY You and Luis finally have a moment where the two of you can catch your breath. You decided to indulge yourself a little while you have the time
✮ WORDS 1.7k
✮ A/N It's been a little while since I wrote smut, but this guy insert sigh here, he got me. Apologies if my writing is still rusty, I'm trying to come back to writing, including smuts cuz I have some smutty requests and I plan on doing them sooner or later. If anyone wonders, I feel a little more okay with smuts now, I guess I just needed a break from them. Still don't wanna write mostly smuts ofc, cuz I much more prefer playing around with feelings and exploring some topics in my writing (especially original stuff that is now stuck in the void lol). Not to mention, writing smut is always a little hard cuz I'm trying to get a nice good atmosphere, write it all nice and accidentally don't go overboard and write something cringey/inaccurate. Feel free to let me know what you think about this one. Also yup, I'm definitely adding Luis to the masterlist cuz I love him and can't wait to have more of him! <33
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Finally a moment to catch your breath.
All that running and shooting was getting tiresome at this point and you were so glad to see the merchant and his little illegal shop. Beside you was Luis, catching his breath with a big smile on his face.
“You can't stop surprising, can you?” He said, unable to stop himself from praising you.
“Apparently, no, I can't.” You said with a light snort, coming to take a look at what the merchant had to offer. Luis obviously joined you, his hand finding its way to your shoulder.
You were sure the merchant noticed, how could he not, but decided against commenting on it.
“Once you're done, why don't you show me some more of your amazing aim in the shooting range, hmm?” Luis teased you, giving you a little mischievous smile.
You knew that whatever he wanted was going to have nothing to do with shooting.
“Not bored of it, yet?”
“Is that everything?” Merchant asked, reminding both of you of his existence.
Not looking him in the eyes, you nodded and paid before making your way to the elevator with Luis, with his hand now on the small of your back as the elevator door closed.
Since he joined you, he couldn't keep his hands to himself. At first he brushed it off as making sure you were okay or simply helping you up when needed, but the more time you spent with him, touches went from feather light to this - almost not shameful to them, no pretending that he didn't enjoy being close to you.
And it would be a lie to say that you weren't fond of it too. From the smallest, briefest touches on your arm, to the way his hand was on your waist. Or the way his eyes would take a quick glance at your lips as you talked, then he would take a little moment before responding, as if he was talking himself out of kissing you right there and then.
But now, he was all yours. No Las Plagas, No Ganados, no Leon. Just you and him.
“So what do you wanna do, Serra? Or you gonna pretend this is about my “amazing aim”?”
“No, teroso.” His hand moved from the small of your back to your waist. “I'm gonna do what I have been looking forward to for so long.”
The door opened with a soft ding and before you knew it, Luis pushed you against the nearest wall.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispered. His face was so close to yours you felt his warm breath on your lips. One of his hands stayed on your waist, the other was on your cheek as his thumb caressed it gently. His breath shuttered a little when your fingers moved to his face, your thumb feeling the softness of his bottom lip. Even if he wanted to hide how much he wanted you, he couldn't and he was well aware of that.
“Don't torment me, amor.” His lips barely brushed against yours. He was practically begging for it, just to feel your lips against his own.
And it crossed your mind to tease him a little, but you wanted him as much as he wanted you. And you weren't going to deny yourself now that you finally have him all for yourself.
You didn't answer with words, you just kissed him. Luis was slightly surprised by it, but wasn't disappointed by any means. You heard it in the way he moaned into your lips and melted against you. His hand moved under your shirt as he pushed himself against you, desperate to feel as much of you as he possibly could. And you felt it, how hard he was against your thigh, almost grinding against you while his kisses became sloppy and wet.
You didn't realize when he got so hard. Was it now or was he walking around with it all this time and you were too busy not dying and protecting him to notice? But did it really matter that much when his lips were on you and you wanted to do so much to him with the little time you had.
A soft moan came from his lips again, when your thigh pushed right against him.
“You're such a tease, amor.” He whispered, tilting his head to leave kisses to your jaw and neck, his stubble tickling you slightly. “I need you so much and I can't have you yet…” His hips continued their movements, he didn't even try to hide how much he needed you.
“You can't. But I still plan on being nice to you.”
“Qué?” He didn't realize when you grabbed him by hips, turning him until he was the one pushed against the wall, breath knocked out of him from the impact.
“I said I'm going to be nice to you.” You said again, tilting your head to get a better look at those pretty eyes of his. One of your fingers tugged at the loop in his jeans. “Do you want me to be nice to you?”
He didn't need much convincing, he nodded eagerly the moment he heard the question. “Sí, be nice to me.”
You dropped to your knees without a second thought, hands moving to undo his belt and unzip his pants.
“Eager, aren't you?” He tried to tease you, but the blush on his cheeks said how truly flustered he was.
“Me? You were just grinding on me.” You let out a soft snort.
“You want me to be shamed? I wanted you the moment I got my eyes on you.”
“I can see that very clearly, believe me.”
You pulled out his cock from his underwear, giving him an experimental squeeze at the base. His hips twitched involuntarily, another soft sound came from him. He looked so pretty like this. You licked your lips before giving him soft kisses up his shaft, listening to the little noises that Luis didn't bother to cover up. No hands on his mouth or anything, but his hand was almost instantly in your hair, pushing it away gently from your face.
“Por favor, don't make me wait.” He begged again, pure desperation in his eyes.
You would have loved to tease him more, but with the mission in the back of your mind, you knew it had to wait. You gave him one more kiss, now to the very tip of him and took him inside your mouth.
The feeling of your warm, wet mouth made Luis mouth part, a small broken sound came from his lips as he tilted his back, hitting the wooden wall lightly. It was followed by a groan when he felt that you started moving, his hand holding the back of your head to guide you. He was melting already, eyes fluttering but he forced himself to look down and watch you.
“That's right.” His other hand also grabbed onto your head, guiding you a little faster. “Pat my thigh if you need me to stop.” He felt you hum around him in response, causing him to twitch in your mouth.
Luis didn't want to admit, but he was already getting close. Maybe it was because he was waiting for it since the moment he stuck with you or maybe it was you, simply you, and he didn't need anything more to get him going. It was a little embarrassing to get this close this fast, but he couldn't care less.
“Don't stop. Please don't stop.” His breaths became quicker, heart thumping hard and fast and heard it in his ears loud and clear. “Almost there…”
He grasped at your hair, not meaning to be rough with you but he was so close and he would hate to not reach it.
“J-just a little more, amor. You're doing so good for me.”
You hummed around him again, making him gasp. He didn't stop and you just let him do what he needed, your nose brushed against the hair around his base whenever he pushed his cock deeper in your mouth. You grabbed on his thighs to keep yourself steady, feeling how tense they were.
He gave you a few more thrust before he came, muttering some curse in Spanish as he twitched in your mouth. He held you there for a moment, catching his breath and riding out the sensation with a few slow, much more gentle thrust compared to the previous once. After that, he let go of your hair and allowed you to pull back. With your mouth free of him, you swallowed his seed.
“Are you alright? Didn't mean to be so rough.”
You nodded.
“I'm okay, you?”
“Haven't felt so good in a while.” He grinned at you softly.
While he fixed himself, zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. At the same time, you stood up, cleaning your pants from dirt when you heard Leon's voice coming from your earbud.
“____________? Where are you?”
“We uh..” You straightened up immediately. “I went with Luis to the shooting range, though both of us could use a little moment to unwind.” You glanced at Luis, noticing that his grin widened.
“Right…” You could tell by Leon's tone he wasn't entirely convinced by your explanation. “Just come here, I'm waiting by the merchant’s.”
“Of course.” You said and disconnected, glad he didn't ask you to elaborate. With your hand on Luis's arm, you pulled him inside the elevator and clicked on the button.
“I hope you know I plan to return the favor after this is done.” He leaned closer to you, whispering.
You let out a soft laugh at that.
“Focus on survival then, if you're so eager to give back to me, sweetheart.”
✮ WARNINGS/TAGS post-re9! Leon, headcanons, established relationship, PTSD, night terrors, fluff, light angst, insomnia, domestic stuff, hurt/comfort
✮ SUMMARY You finally got Leon to retire, how does his take it?
✮ WORDS 922
✮ A/N This came to me kinda randomly and that's all honestly. As of posting this, I have finished Leon's part in re2r, and will be going to play Claire's part. I'm still waiting to get my hands on the Re4r and og re4 the most and I plan on watching some movies/shows related (in case you noticed this just now, when I get into something, I get into it DEEP). Also idk how many of you noticed, but unfortunately again I have to put myself back on writing track cuz the struggle is back again. I'm trying to work out a place for it, between drawing (my art can be found here!). But I'm proud I wrote something, even if I wish there was more. Hopefully next month is going to be more fruitful for my writing <3
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▸ You tried to get Leon to retire for a while now. It wasn't easy, as he always felt that there was something waiting for him, someone to help, someone to stop. Something, anything really, and that was why he could retire.
▸ But he also understood where you were coming from. He knew well you were worried sick whenever he felt, always scared he might not come back and you were going to relieve bad news that Leon was no longer alive. He hated it, knowing how stressed out you were, how many sleepless nights you had because of his job.
▸ It took you a while, but you finally managed. Leon wanted to argue but he knew you were right in the end. After all, he couldn't be an agent forever.
▸ He was excited about it at first. Having so much time on his hands, and you obviously, possibilities were endless!
▸ He enjoyed the fact that he had you within arms reach now, not having to worry that there was a mission waiting for him and he would have to rush things with you. But now? He could lay in bed with you the whole morning, cuddling you or being able to take his time to make you some nice breakfast. Helping you with chores like groceries was nothing out of ordinary, but it felt better now than before.
▸ But quickly reality of the retirement hit him Leon quickly found himself missing the adrenaline the missions gave him. Not to mention he was incredibly bored when you weren't around or he had no things to take care of.
▸ He tried reading, watching movies, but founding himself unable to focused. He felt as if he lost his purpose.
▸ Then was a fact that his body had trouble adjusting. He would wake up much earlier than necessary as if there was a mission waiting for him when he knew there was none. He had a hard time falling back asleep after that. He would lie in bed or wander around the house without purpose. He would eventually end up in front of TV, watching whatever until a reasonable hour came and he could start making breakfast for you. Not only because of the fact that he wanted to make something nice for you, but also because he was looking for something to do and to keep his mind from wandering.
▸ Sometimes he would wake up from a night terror in the middle of the night. You got used to them by now, but at first after he retired, it got worse. He would wake up, unable to catch his breath, waking you up in the process. You helped him calm, until his breathing was even and you could see in his eyes that he was with you in the moment again.
▸ He did his best to not let it show how much he was missing going on missions, but you noticed. You allowed him to talk all he needed. You could clearly hear longing in his tone, but he reassured you that he just needed time to adjust to his new life and that he is glad to be able to spend more time with you.
▸ Leon didn't need to train or go to gym anymore, but it was a thing he couldn't let go of. Especially when he had a small gym in the house the two of you live in, so you had a chance to take a glance or two while he was focused on the overhead press. He didn't mind, he liked the fact that you would stop in the doorway to stare at him. He would always comment on it when he noticed you.
▸ He was thinking about it before, since he has a lot of time on his hands, he decided it was time to get a dog. He was looking through different breeds first, mostly because he was looking for an active dog the most, but decided to go to shelter in the end.
▸ This is mostly what brought his spark back and feeling of purpose back. Don't get him wrong, he loves you and he loves being your partner/husband, but he needed something like this.
▸ He definitely wanted to be kinda strict, wanting to avoid any behavior issues, but he has no heart to be too strict. He gets the biggest smile when the dog listens to him or you. Always gives it a treat for good behavior.
▸ Walks with it probably became favorite part of his new daily routine. He found himself especially fond of taking long walks, especially when you join him.
▸ I think it's obvious, but since his retirement started, he started taking you out more than before. Dinners in restaurants, going to the cinema. Honestly, wherever you want to go, Leon will be happy to take you there. Not to mention, he will be even happier to spoil you. We all have seen his car, we know that man is rolling in money, and you can't tell me he would mind buying you some nice jewelry that catches your eye, a cool new jacket or just anything that has caught your interest.
▸ Obviously now that Leon's home, he wants to tend to house chores much make than before, because he doesn't want you to feel like everything is on your head. With that being said, just imagine the two of you have a house with a big garden and Leon's out there without a shirt, cutting the grass on a sunny day.
Gender Neutral Reader ( can be both afab and amab )
I'm open to writing other genders from the transgender umbrella, but I'm mostly sticking to MLM fics because that's what I'm most comfortable with (so no fem readers fics here, sorry not sorry :P)
WILL WRITE ¡! ❞
Almost anything! Besides the things listed below ↓↓↓
WON'T WRITE ¡! ❞
Pedophilia, zoophilia/bestiality, necrophilia etc.
Dub/Con & Non/Con, including somnophilia
Incest & Stepcest
Oc x Character & Character x Character
Characters that are minors in NSFW way
If you have any questions - feel free to ask them! ^^
✮ WARNINGS/TAGS spy/secret agent! reader, talon, Vendetta is kinda a psycho(?), angst, blackmailing, fear, morally grey reader (kinda?), hurt/comfort, protective! Emre, fluff, cuddles, implied depression/hopelessness, mention of death, ambiguous relationship, Emre Sarioglu is a sweetheart
✮ SUMMARY Two years since your heist in Poland and the consequences of your action finally catch up with you
✮ WORDS 5.4k
✮ A/N This took a while to finish, but I finally did it! I started writing this the same day I posted the first part because I got so excited by it. And ngl, I found writing this so fun! I thought it would be fun to explore potential consequences of what has happened in the first part. Also what do y'all think of how I portrayed Vendetta? I'm pretty happy with it, she strikes me as person that wouldn't back down until she reaches her goal, and she wouldn't be scared to get to it by any means necessary. As for this fic itself, I'm not sure if I'm gonna make more parts, as of now I'm not exactly sure where I could go with it, even if it could make an interesting series. Either way, let me know what you think and enjoy!
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It was two years since that little heist in Poland where you met Emre. It should have been nothing, but it stuck with you. Especially those red eyes that over the course of the night went from soft and playful to disappointed. But you hoped he understood, it was nothing against him personally, you just had a job to do. And yet, you still couldn't help but have the whole mission replay in your head over and over like a broken CD that couldn't move past a specific song.
But life moved on, you had missions to focus on, research to do, which made it easy to stop your brain from thinking about Emre.
It was one of those more peaceful nights for you, no missions awaiting for the time being. It was just you in your little room, unable to sleep and you found yourself doomscrolling on your phone. It just happened sometimes. It was so incredibly easy to just let hours pass, turn off your brain.
You were getting sleepy, you sighed softly as you got more comfortable on the pillow. You should be sleeping by now, it was getting really late but you couldn't stop it.
And there it came. An unexpected phone call from an unknown number.
Something about being called at such a late hour made you feel uneasy. Not many people had your private number, you barely shared it with anyone for safety reasons. So this made you feel slightly disturbed, especially with the way the phone vibrated in your hand. Normal things phones can do, but something about it made you feel like every passing vibration that didn't end with you picking up, was someone on the other side getting more impatient. More than a normal person would.
Gathering all the courage, you picked up the call and put the phone next to your ear.
“Hello?” You wanted to keep your voice steady, but it came out much more breathy than you thought it would.
“Ah, finally. I was starting to think I would have to try contacting you another way.” A voice answered, it sounded naturally confident and arrogant to some extent. You didn't recognize it.
“How did you–”
“Remember the mission in Poland? You stopped in Tuchola before you made your way to retrieve a magnetic core from one of Poland's biggest facilities.” Your breath hitched at her words. You didn't say anything to anyone who could be considered an outsider, so you couldn't phantom how she found out about this. “Or if you prefer the name from your mission catalog ‘Mission C3721’.”
You felt cold sweat on your back, were you observed? Was someone watching you right now and you didn't know? You couldn't find any words, not knowing what you should say, especially when the other person knew details like those.
She took your silence as a sign to continue.
“That night you seemed to, what's the word?” She pretended to ponder on the word, but you could imagine it was nothing more than a game of hers. “Ah yes! You outsmarted one of my agents, I still can't understand how he let you get away with it, but it no longer matters. What matters is I want you to come over for a little talk.”
“C-come over?” You repeated for yourself, not able to believe what you were hearing.
“Yes. I think we can find a common language.” She said something about the way she said made you not like being praised about your abilities. “One of my people will send you the address. Don't disappoint me and don't tell anyone about this. Vale.”
The call was over, you didn't realize that the back of your phone was wet from sweat until you let it go and noticed the shiny surface. You thought you were going to throw up. Something like this has never happened before, this was not how things would go when there was a client interested. No one ever contacted you directly.
You dried your hands on your shirt without much thinking, before grabbing the phone again to try to look up the number, but as you opened the phone, it was gone. As if you were never called.
You knew it was dangerous, but you felt as if you had no choice to obey. Even if you had a feeling it wasn't going to end well.
You found yourself checking the address at least 10 times as you stood on the street, raining pouring down on you. Not to mention it was dark, making you doubt it all even more. You were waiting by the closed coffee shop. You expected something much more grand than this, but then again, it would be unwise to give someone you haven't seen face to face yet an address to your base.
So you waited impatiently, shivering slightly from the cold when a black car parked right in front of you and someone exited it. You didn't have the chance to react as you were pushed on the backseat, with the person who pushed you sitting beside you.
No one spoke a word, the only sounds were coming from a radio. It was some cheerful Italian music. You turned your face to look out the window, but it was so dark you could barely make out anything.
You weren't exactly sure how much time had passed until the car had reached the desired destination. Or at least you thought so until you saw a plane waiting for you. You stopped yourself from sighing and obediently went inside without a question.
You knew it was stupid, going somewhere without knowing exactly where you were going. It was as if you were going to lion's territory and hoping you would get out in one piece. But what could you do? Whoever called you, knew about what you did, and their knowledge most likely went deeper than just that. All you could do was hope it was going to be civilized.
More time had passed until the plane finally landed and as you came out, you immediately recognized the logo. Talon. You have heard of it before, but never had any strong interest in them. Nor did you have anyone from them come for your services.
“Move.” Someone said, and you quickly realized you had three guards by you. Two by your side, one in front of you as a guide for you to follow. With that, you entered a rather spacious elevator.
Within moments you found yourself on the floor with a long, dark corridor. There were some doors on the sides, but you were being led straight to the biggest door, right at the end of the hall. As you look around, you have noticed the huge amount of Talon soldiers left and right. Some were just standing, working as guards, others seemed to have more important tasks to take care of.
You tried not to make eye contact nor to let your eyes linger on them too long, but it was clear you stuck out like a golden ring amongst the silver jewelry. One look at you was enough to tell that you were an outsider.
When you reached the door, the person guiding you opened it, and the four of you went inside. Although the moment you stepped in, they all took a step back to stand by the wall, still having their eyes on you.
The room you were in was spacious, huge screens on both sides and control panels right under them. On the said screens you have noticed lots of places marked, which you could only assume to be places of future or on-going missions. And as you looked in front of you, there was a big window and standing by it, was a person.
“Finally, you're here. I thought I would have to bring you here by force.” It was the same voice you heard from the call. “Pleasure to meet you, you can call me Vendetta.” She said, stretching her hand with the intention to shake yours.
You looked up at her. She was tall, and by her very muscular build you could assume she was pretty strong. Something about her aura made you feel small, not only because of her size but her presence. She clearly was authoritarian, confident and dominant. You had a feeling it was best not to get on her bad side so you shook her hand without making her wait.
“What is the reason that you wanted me here?” You asked as she let go of your hand. She chuckled at your question as if you said something silly.
“You really do ask? You took something I wanted, making me have to find a replacement.” She said with a big grin once she stopped laughing. “You also managed to beat up a man that, as far as I'm concerned, is a living weapon.” She added. She looked somewhere behind you, before she called someone to come closer with a gesture of her hand.
It was Emre, you realized.
He came to stand by your side, hands folded over his chest. He looked the way you remembered him, with those red eyes, disheveled hair and that cybernetic eye on his chest. You glanced at his face, you were unable to read anything from his expression, but his cheeks were slightly tinted with pink. Remembering the mission, it was for the best to let Vendetta believe you beat him instead of the fact that you seduced him.
She took in the quick glances exchanged between the two of you, clearly pleased to see it.
“As I have said before, you seem to be talented in your field. Which is the exact reason I want you to join me.”
“And,” you licked your lips, trying not to feel so threatened by her, which proved to be easier said than done. “What makes you think I want to join you?”
You had a feeling that proposition was coming. Either this or you were going to jail. You weren't exactly sure which one you preferred, looking at the kind of person Vendetta was.
“Of course, I had a feeling you needed more convincing. Good thing I always liked a bit of a challenge.” She seemed unfazed by your disagreement to her deal. “If you want me to take out a heavy artillery, I shall.”
She walked out to one of the control panels, typing on it until all the information about you appeared on the screens above. From the things about you personally, through your team and clients, along with a detailed catalog of your missions and even pictures you had no idea existed. It included the picture from the elevator from two years ago, where you had Emre pushed against the wall, kissing him.
Your cheeks turned red, burning with shame. Vendetta laughed at your reaction. She pretended not to know about what happened that night and now she seemed thrilled by the hue that appeared on your cheeks. She enjoyed letting you know she had an upper hand.
“I couldn't understand how you managed to outsmart him.” She nodded towards Emre. “He didn't want to speak about details, so I've decided to get my hands on the footage to see what truly happened. Truth to be told, it's not a method I would use, but it got a job done. And showed me how dedicated you truly are.”
“I–” You wanted to explain yourself, but the look she gave you told you she didn't want to hear it. She didn't care for your explanation, so you were quiet again, eyes back on the screens.
“What you see here is everything I was able to find.” She gestured towards them. “It took some work, but it proved to be worth finding.”
“And what have you found?” You asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
“Everything I need to change your mind. With one command, I can send it everywhere. And let's be honest, although you never asked questions about your clients, I'm sure you know you have got weapons or elements to make them for truly vile people. Are you sure you want the world to know?”
You felt sick suddenly. You knew your job wasn't exactly something to be proud of and you indeed slept better not knowing what your clients did with the stuff they got from you.
You should have known it was going to end like this, with you being blackmailed into obedience. You couldn't help but wonder if you let Emre have the magnetic core, would all of this go differently. Would you be standing there, with your whole life words away from either falling apart or changing forever?
“L-let's say, I do agree. What then?” You took a quick look towards Emre, he was avoiding eye contact. Vendetta was quick to answer.
“You work for me, then. Besides that, you get your own quarters, and the money for your hard work. Don't think I don't reward those who deserve it.” She said it like it was to be expected. You didn't think she would be fair. She then glanced towards Emre, before adding. “I don't care what you do with him. As long as it doesn't interfere with the missions, it's not of my concern.”
“And what about my team?”
“Yes, right. You're loyal, I see. That's good.” She commented flatly, before shrugging like it was the least of her concerns. She thought about it for a moment before speaking up. “I would find it preferable for you to not say anything to anyone, just become another missing person case. I don't feel like preparing a play for you to have your death faked, if I'm being honest with you.”
You let out a heavy sigh, thinking about the whole situation. You didn't really have a choice, just the illusion of it. And you had a feeling Vendetta wasn't going to let you go so easily. You felt like a last slice on an empty place. Infinitely vulnerable, awaiting your inescapable fate.
Vendetta clearly noticed.
“Emre, be so nice and show them their room.” Her words confirmed your suspicions.
Emre let out something of a barely audible groan before he spoke up for the first time since you saw him. “Follow me.”
You did so, but before you left, you took a last look at Vendetta.
“Welcome aboard.” She waved towards you as you left the room.
Walking down the long corridor once again, you stayed quiet. You had a feeling now you were going to have a talk with Emre, but doing it here would be stupid. You just knew there were too many prying eyes and ears eager for gossip and secrets that could be exploited later.
You followed Emre to the elevator and within a few minutes you were in the living quarters. Once again, it was a long corridor, but seemed much more peaceful with the lack of agents standing and talking everywhere.
Emre led you to your room and unlocked it with a scan of his hand. The door slided open. It was a small room, but enough for one person to have a small place for themselves. It also included a small bathroom, which made you feel relieved.
“It's just for me?” You asked, taking in the small room. Emre nodded.
“Mhm. She believes you might be one of the better agents Talon is going to get their hands on, she wants to treat you a little better than the rest.” He explained, leaning against the nearest wall.
You let out a hum, taking in the words. You sat on the bed, looking at Emre for a moment before averting your gaze.
“If I knew this would end like this…” You murmured to yourself, the reality of your situation sinking in. You looked up at Emre, and he quickly realized you were hoping for some kind of reassurance from him.
“I wish I could tell you there is a way out of this, but… that would be a lie.” He sighed, coming to crouch in front of you. “I'm sorry it ended up like this.”
“You're not mad about that night?”
A soft chuckle escaped from him, a stark contrast to the Vendetta laughed at you.
“I'm more disappointed in myself.” He admitted with a small smile. “I shouldn't have let those pretty eyes hypnotize me. But you didn't leave me there to die, so I can't be really mad at you. If not for your little device, who knows where it would be now.”
His eyes bore into yours, almost glowing in the soft light. There was something comforting about them, especially now when he looked up at you through his dark eyelashes.
“What would you do in my position?”
Emre was quiet, letting out a heavy sigh as he stood and moved to take a seat next to you on the bed.
“I would tell you to run and hide if it was that easy. But we both know it's not much of an option.” He leaned forward, elbows finding their place on his knees, his hands joined together. He tilted his head to have a better look at you. “It's probably not wise for me to propose this, especially when we know each other for so little, but I can watch out for you.”
“Are you sure?” You asked, not understanding why he would want to help you.
“Don't think I don't trust you enough to take care of yourself. You've proved yourself before, but these people can be cruel. Like Vendetta herself, she only cares about the results, not the costs.” He explained calmly as if he got so used to how things worked around here, whatever happened in Talon was no longer shocking to him. “She rules by force, it would be a shame if she threw to the wolves the moment you make a smallest mistake.”
“Does that mean she–”
“Don't worry about me.” He said before you had a chance to finish your question. His eyes softened almost immediately when he saw your worry towards him. “I've been through a lot, I can take care of myself.”
His words didn't really do much to calm thoughts that came to your mind. You found yourself scared to ask what he had been through. Did Talon hurt him? Was it something else? You weren't sure if you should ask, with how little you knew about him.
“So you're the only person I can trust here?” You spoke up after a moment of silence.
“Maybe there are a few trustworthy people here, but it's a specific line of work. People get corrupted, care only about themselves at the end of the day and try to get as much for themselves as they can, even if it means someone else having it worse.”
“I see.” You looked down at the floor, unsure of what more you should say.
Emre took a glance at you, taking in the gentle frown of your eyebrows. He wasn't sure what you were thinking exactly, but he could imagine how intense it was. He wasn't surprised by it by any means. He knew you needed time to take in the new reality.
He stood up, his hand finding your shoulder. Your eyes went from to his face the moment you felt his touch.
“I'll give you some space. My room is down the hall if you'll need me, okay?” Once again, his tone was soft. “I can show you the whole place later once you sort things out in your head.”
You didn't want him to go yet, but somehow you weren't able to voice it. You simply nodded and Emre gave your shoulder a small squeeze before he left the room.
You laid back on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling.
Nothing was going to be the same from now on.
It has been 3 months since that talk you had with Vendetta. And it was a lot.
It took you a while to adjust to all the changes. From sharing a small space with a few people, to now having to share a gigantic base with so many soldiers that walking through the halls sometimes gave you a headache. Not to mention you were constantly busy. Missions a few times a week, if not missions, then you had to take care of mission related stuff. If not that, then something else. You barely had time for yourself and your sleep schedule quickly became messy.
But Vendetta never complained about you. She even praised you for being so productive, so there was something at least.
But finally after tiring two weeks, you could sleep peacefully at night. No interruptions or worries until the morning, so you were glad to have a moment to rest properly.
As you were laying in bed, sleep slowly washing over you, you heard the door slide open to your room. You didn't need to open your eyes to know who it was. You raised the comforter, allowing Emre to slip behind you.
His strong arms wrapped around your arms, pulling you close against his chest. As always he was incredibly warm, especially now that he was in just sweatpants and you could easily feel the warmth that came from his skin. You found yourself nuzzling into his neck and he smiled softly.
“Feeling okay?” He whispered into your hair, his hands gently rubbing along your back.
Since the promise Emre has made to you, he kept watch over you like a guard dog, always at your side. At times, it seemed as if he was glued to your hip. You didn't mind it that much, especially during missions where there were times where enemies didn't even have a chance to get close enough to be an actual threat to you.
But after all the time you spent around Emre, his softer side started to appear more often. It was a slight surprise, especially when most of the time he seemed confident, but when he was alone with you? He was a complete opposite.
He was needy for your touch, unbelievably touchy and so soft. The look gave you made you melt every time your eyes met his.
You thought he would be different in private. Maybe a little more rough, needy. But definitely not in this sweet way. He leaned into your touch in a way that reminded you of touch-starved strays that were wandering the streets, desperate for a little bit of love and attention.
And maybe that was what he really was. Just a man desperate for a little bit of safety in his life, something stable where he could come back too when things got too tough.
“Just tired.” You answered finally, your fingers tracing muscles of his upper back. “You?”
Emre sighed deeply.
“Same thing here. But it's better now.”
You felt him nuzzle into your hair and you smiled to yourself. He then pulled back to look at you, his hand moving to cup your face.
“And how do you feel about this whole thing?” He asked softly, watching your face as his thumb caressing your cheek.
You shrugged. “It's, well… you know, a complicated situation.”
You noticed the slight frown that appeared on Emre's face.
“I won't push you to talk, but I would prefer it if you didn't hide your feelings from me. I can see this whole thing is taking a tool on you, even if you try to hide it.”
Emre was much more observant than he let it show. You had a feeling he could see through your carefully made facade, even if you didn't like thinking about it. You would have preferred if he couldn't see it, but it was all visible. The eyebags became more noticeable, you were avoiding your teammates most of the time and sometimes you lacked focus like your kind was all over the place.
Of course the man that became closest to you would notice it.
You pulled away from him to lay on your back to think about what and how much you wanted to say. Emre didn't move, understanding that you may need space. He leaned onto his elbow, cheek to the heel of his hand as he watched you.
“It's hard, okay? I miss my friends, I hate it here and I can't… I don't feel good being here. I should have let you have that stupid core.” You sighed heavily, fingers moving to your hair in frustration. You then turned to look at him, seeing slight hurt in his eyes.
You immediately moved from your position to be close to him again. “You know it's not your fault. I'm glad we've met, even if I wish circumstances were different.”
Emre let out a soft laugh.
“Yeah. I know, but seeing you is like watching a bird stuck in a cage. Makes me wish there was a way to help you out.”
“If there was a way, would you leave with me?”
He tensed up a little, his expression became unreadable for a moment as you watched him. You could see the gears turning in his head, almost hearing them. He licked his lips nervously, his eyes focusing on yours.
“I don't know.”
“You don't know?”
“This thing,” he gently tapped the eye on his chest. “This is the reason why I'm here. And although I would love to leave with you, I don't think it's going to let me.”
“We can think of something for sure?” You proposed, hoping your voice sounded confident but it came out hesitant more than anything.
Emre just smiled at you, his hand finding your cheek. “Who knows? Maybe there is hope.” He seemed calm, but in his eyes you could see there was barely any light of hope left.
Another long months have passed. It was a over a year since you've “joined”, you counted right. Days were blending with one another; you were no longer sure how much time had actually passed.
You became much more miserable, Emre noticed over time. You seemed so tired, but only physically but mentally at that point.
It was a fourth time you asked him to remind you of the mission plan, and with patience, he did. His voice was slightly hushed as he did, so others wouldn't notice because he knew you didn't need anymore degrading comments.
You nodded as he finished talking.
You were almost there, minutes away from the place Vendetta wanted everyone in your group to be. You replayed Emre's words in your mind. Easy mission, you thought to yourself before feeling Emre's hand on your own.
You looked at him and he smiled at you.
“Try not to get stuck in your mind while we're going to be out there, okay?” You nodded at his words before he added. “I'll be right behind you.”
And he did, as he always has. Even when things got complicated during the mission.
You weren't sure when the fire broke out exactly. All you heard were screams of both fear and pain as it broke out, people have been laying dead, including your teammates. Flames were suddenly everywhere, heat that came with them quickly became unbearable.
You didn't even register when Emre grabbed you by your wrist and started running, you just felt yourself follow after him. He was yelling something about how mission is not the priority anymore.
You were hated as you ran, maybe it was the stress, or perhaps the smoke and lack of air was getting to you, but you saw an opportunity.
“Emre! We can leave!” You yelled.
“What?” He didn't slow down, but you could imagine his expression, as you felt him tighten his hold onto you.
“They'll think we're dead, it's our chance!” You tried to tell him, but he still ran. His priority was to get you somewhere safe before anything else.
You tried to yell, but he didn't listen until the two of you were out of the building. He collapsed against the nearest wall, trying to calm down his breathing as he looked up at you.
“Are you alright?”
“I'm okay. You?”
Emre nodded, focusing on calming down his breathing. Meanwhile you crouched in front of him as he focused on your face.
“We could leave, they won't know.” You reminded him softly, voice hushed to make sure anyone who might have been nearby wouldn't hear.
“I'm not sure if—”
“Please, who knows when we get a chance like this?” Your tone became desperate quickly as you saw that he was hesitating. “Vendetta won't care, we’re just pawns in her game. She cares only about the goal, not the price that comes with making it to the top.”
“You know it's not that easy.”
“Then tell me.” You almost huffed at him, despite not actually wanting to. “You get a chance and you would rather stay under tyrants' boots?”
Emre let out a soft groan.
“You know it's not like that. You know better than most that I'm part of this not out of my choice.” His words came out harsher than I wanted them to sound, but you didn't flinch.
Your eyes went down to his chest where the eye was observing in a way that was unnerving. Then you glanced back at him.
“We can do something. I know there must be a way…” Your tone was soft again, as you moved closer to him and cupped his cheek.
“Maybe. But it won't let me leave. Believe me, I would always wake up back at the Talon's base. There's nothing I can do now.”
“Then what should we do?”
He was quiet for a moment, taking in your expression for longer than necessary before he spoke up again.
“Go. Leave, I'll be fine.”
“Have you lost your mind?” You pulled your hand back as if touching him burned you. “I can't leave without you.”
“I don't think there's any other way to do it now.”
“Emre, please…”
He smiled at you softly, the way he did when the two of you were alone, only when he was allowing himself to be vulnerable.
“I know.” He murmured. “Trust me, I thought about leaving with you more times than I can count. I thought about what it would be like to fall asleep and wake up next to you without having to worry that the next mission might be my last.”
His hand found yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“But maybe one day? What do you think? I'm positive I could find it once this thing is out of me.”
His words struck you harder than you expected. He was ready for you to leave him behind before you even made a final choice. You didn't think you could be so hurt by the fact that someone wanted you to regain your freedom so badly.
“Emre, I–”
“Don't. Please, just go before they find out.”
He was sure you would leave, that you would with all the strength you had in your legs but you didn't move.
“No.” You shook your head. “I won't do it without you.”
“I told you that I can't leave.”
“I know. And that's okay.” This time you squeezed his hand. “We'll go through this together.”
And now Emre was the one that was stunned.
“You don't have to do this, I can handle it.”
“I'm not saying you can't. I know damn well, you can. But I just don't want to run away if it's not with you, simple as that.”
He let out a snort.
“You like me that much, huh?” He couldn't help himself from teasing you, even in a moment like this.
“I have a feeling you like me even more.”
“True. But you still like me a lot.”
“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes as you helped him up gently. “Glad you noticed. Now come on, we have to get back.”
Emre nodded, leaning against you as the two of you started walking slowly. Both of you were quiet for a moment before Emre decided to speak up.
“Thank you for staying.”
“No worries. I know you would do the same for me.”
“Of course, I would. I must have been crazy to let you slip away so easily.”
Im getting heavily obsessed with Luis and I'll probably start writing one shots for him. Not sure when exactly cuz I don't wanna start writing stuff with him and misinterpret/mischaracterize him cuz just haven't played the game yet lol (I'm still stuck in re2r, it's going slowly XD)
✮ WARNINGS/TAGS fluff, established relationship, cozy, clingy! reader, cuddling, drabble
✮ SUMMARY Leon comes back home after a mission and finds that you have fallen asleep while waiting for him
✮ WORDS 880
✮ A/N I wrote this with mostly re4r Leon in mind, but ig it applies to all version of Leon post re2 (if not then sorry, I'm still learning stuff about the guy and the franchise, I haven't finished re2 yet lol). Also, agaisn I'm coming back to the writing so sorry if it's not as good as my previous fics. Literally last night I decided to read my Guardian series cuz why not and i swear i don't wanna glaze myself, but I forgot how good it was! I genuinely hope that i go back to this state cuz I felt so proud of myself (even if it needs some fixes here and there). Besides that I also have one more Leon fic I'm gonna start working, small spoiler - its hockey AU because I've seen fanart of hockey player Leon and I loved it so much only to find out there are no x reader fics with that AU. I gotta write my own, i guess. With all those thoughts and announcements out of the way, I hope y'all enjoy this little fic!
Edit: I has not been even 24 hours since I posted this fic and I'm seeing it get a lot of attention. I'm very glad y'all like it! <3
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Will be back home today, can't wait to see you <3
Leon sent you this message this morning, smiling to himself as he waited for you to read it. His fingers tapped against his lap as he did, wondering if you were still sleeping or just busy and that was why you didn't answer yet. But he didn't have to wait long, he watched as “seen” appeared under his message, quickly followed by three dots.
His smile obviously widened when he read your response, how happy you were that he was finally going back home and how much you missed him. You sounded so eager, he found it slightly amusing, but he didn't blame you. It was a little while since the two of you've seen each other. He was just as eager, if not more, to see you.
He was hoping to get back home somewhere between late afternoon to early evening, but things didn't go as planned. He wished he could be surprised. The flight started later than expected and the entire time, Leon was sitting by the window with his leg bouncing impatiently.
The sun was going lower and lower, and he was imagining what it would be like if the flight was time. He would be at home already, you in his arms as neither of you would probably want to let go, things could go into many things from there. But he was stuck in a plane, with not much choice but to stay patient.
It was pretty late when Leon finally found himself in front of the door. He was tired and slightly sleepy, but more than that, he was dying to finally see you, hear your voice and just enjoy finally being within arms reach.
Upon opening the door, he was met with a faint hum coming from the living room. He called out your name as was taking off his shoes, but no response came. He did so again, just a little louder, but still no answer.
It made him tense almost immediately. With slow, careful steps, he made his way to the living room. He was hoping for everything, but the worst. If something has happened to you when he was away and couldn't protect you, he would never forgive himself.
As came to the room, he was greeted by the TV which was the only source of light in there. And when he looked down on the couch, he felt relief wash over him instantly. Not to mention his heart melted at the sigh.
You were sleeping soundly on the couch, your hair was in a slight mess and you didn't have a blanket. He could imagine how that came to be - you eagerly waited for him to come home, but got sleepy and couldn't fight it.
He chuckled quietly as he came to crouch by the couch. He didn't want to wake up, he knew it would be best if he just gently picked you and carried you to the bedroom, but it was as if he couldn't help his hand from reaching for your cheek.
You let out a soft groan the moment you felt something warm caress your cheek. You opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust your vision as you finally noticed Leon.
“Hey, sweetheart. Sleep well?” He asked, keeping his voice low as he could clearly see the sleepiness lingering in you.
You smiled a little and rubbed your eyes with the heels of your hands before sitting up.
“Mhm.” You nodded. “When did you come back?”
“Just a few minutes ago.”
“What took you so long?”
“The flight started later than expected. Didn't mean to keep you waiting.” He tilted his head slightly, watching you as you still didn't seem to fully wake up. “Why don't you go to bed? I'll join you in a few.”
It crossed your mind to protest, but decided against it. You nodded again, getting off the couch and making your way to the bedroom.
After a quick shower, Leon joined you. The moment he was under covers, he pulled you tightly against his chest and buried his face into your hair. The familiar scent of you made him relax immediately.
“I missed you so much, you know?” He whispered into your hair as if it was some sort of a secret.
“Missed you too. This place is so empty without you.” You admitted, your hand found its way to his chest, thumb rubbing gently over the scarred skin.
“I know, but I'm finally home. You're not alone.”
“Not until they give you another mission.” You huffed, knowing they wouldn't hesitate to send Leon on another mission any day if needed, no matter if he got to rest after or not. “They should give you a little break.
“You suggested it because I actually need it or because you want me all for yourself, huh?” He couldn't help but tease you. And he didn't need to look down to know you most likely rolled your eyes at his comment.
“I don’t see why one should exclude the other.” He laughed softly at your answer.
“I see. A bit of both then.” He murmured, his hand gently rubbing over your back. “Don't worry though, I'm all yours now.”
✮ WARNINGS/TAGS gay! reader, period typical homophobia, bi! Eddie, bullying, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, Eddie is a sweetheart, light injuries/bruises, violence caused by homophobia, Jason Carter is a dick, crying, reader is an artist, Eddie has a crush on reader (slightly implied), swearing
✮ SUMMARY You accidentally spilled a secret about your sexuality during a party and you've got beaten up for it. As you find you're in the forest behind school, Eddie comforts you.
✮ WORDS 1.5k
✮ A/N This fic was sitting in the void for a while, but here it finally is! As you can obviously see, it was inspired by the Chrissy and Eddie scene in the forest because earnestly I love it so much. I just wanted to write something similar to what he got in the show because I thought it was so sweet and Eddie was being such a sweetheart to Chrissy, I NEEDED to wrote something similar. Also I didn't want to go to far with Jason, cuz I was a little scared of not portraiting it right and making scene with him seen like some kind of parody and I really didn't want that. Ofc let me know what you think, I would love to hear your thoughts. Especially since I didn't write for almost a month and I feel a little rusty so please forgive me. I need to get back into writing again
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Being gay in a small town like Hawkins wasn't exactly easy.
Having to constantly worry about someone finding out, having to be careful and pretending to be straight. It was all tiring, but from the long list of cons of having to pretend, loneliness was the one thing that bothered you the most. Sure, you had friends, but they were straight. Lack of queer people in your social circle made you feel isolated and sometimes even out of touch with others. Like you didn't actually belong in their world and you never will.
You had no choice but to try, project an image and do your best to blend in with them. Like during Saturday's party.
You didn't remember much of it, only scraps of conversations before you started drinking and then it all became blurry. You could only hope you didn't do or say anything that could have led to any conclusions.
Monday came and you noticed something was wrong. Your friends seemed to be avoiding you like a plague all day. Not to mention you were getting weird looks while walking down the hall. Something must have happened at the party.
As you made your way through the empty hall, lost in thought, suddenly someone pushed you so hard you hit the side of your head against the nearby locker. The sudden contact with the metal was quickly followed by the high pitched ringing in your ears and seeing spots. Then you let out a cry when you were grabbed by your hair and you had your head pressed against the locker.
“For how long you were pretending?!” You recognized the voice instantly. You saw Jason angry before, but not like that. When you got a quick glance at his face, besides obvious anger, you also saw disgust. “What were you trying to do, you fucking pervert?”
“N-nothing, I swear.” You said quickly, before he pushed your head against the locker harder, causing you to let out a small yelp.
“Don't lie! You were always waiting to be the last to change in the locker room. Were you hoping to get one of us and do whatever the fuck your sick mind told you?!”
“You know it's not like that! I would never–”
He pulled you by your hair away from the locker, just to make use more strength this time, your head hitting against it again. You could already imagine the bruise blooming.
Jason yelled something at you, but you didn't catch it. All you could think about was how to get out of there before things would escalate. You tried so hard not to cry, it would be no good, especially now.
You heard something behind you, you weren't sure who it was or what they said exactly. You guessed that it must have been one of the teachers because Jason let go of you immediately and the moment he did, you took a run for it.
You weren't sure where you should run exactly, but you just did until you were outside. You just let your legs take you wherever, you didn't even realize exactly when you entered the forest, it was all a blur until you stopped and noticed that empty picnic table.
You sat down on the grass and then you realized you were crying. Everything happened so fast you weren't exactly sure when that happened. Right after Jason let go of you? When you were running? Or when you got here? It didn't matter much.
You brought knees to your chest, hugging them tightly as you sobbed quietly.
“Hey, everything alright?” You almost jumped, looking up at the guy that stood over you. Seeing your reaction, he jumped back himself. “Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.” He put his hands up in the air, wanting to let you know he meant no harm.
Seeing your puffy eyes and wet cheeks, Eddie pulled out a tissue from a pocket of his battle vest. He handed it to you with a small smile as he crouched down in front of you. “Want a tissue?”
You nodded, taking it from him. “Thanks.” You said, and blew your nose and wiped your cheeks. Meanwhile Eddie sat next to you, much closer than you think he would. Did he not know of the rumors? “What are you doing?”
“I dunno? Sitting with you?” He shrugged. “I mean, if you want me to leave, I can.”
“It's not that I want you to leave.” You leaned back just a little, and the moment you noticed Eddie's eyes on you, you looked away. “I didn't think you would want to stay.”
“What? Why not?” He seemed a little baffled by your words. “You're crying, I would have to be a complete douchebag to not do anything.”
You shook your head without a word, leaning your head onto your knees. Eddie tilted his head, taking in your appearance again.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I can't remember where I recognize you from exactly.”
“We go to the same school?”
“It's not that. It was…”
He seemed lost in thought, snapping his finger as if it would help him remember.
“Oh, I remember now!” He turned to face you, his eyes lightened up instantly. “You were taking part in the school art contest last year, right? You got third place.”
You blinked, you didn't expect him to remember that, especially when you didn't know Eddie personally. You always saw him in school, being dramatic or obnoxious without a reason. You heard of his band and his club, but that was about it.
“If I was a judge, I would have given you first place. I couldn't get over it, it looked so damn cool!” He was so excited when he spoke, it gave you butterflies. “I was thinking about asking if you could draw me something, but… I didn't have the courage.”
His cheeks turned slightly red as he admitted that he didn't have the guts to ask you. Once again, it was not what you expected. Not his reaction to your art, but more the fact that he would be shy to come to you. He was nothing what you thought he would be like.
“I didn't think you would be…” You licked your lips, looking at his face like the words you were looking for would be there.
“Let me guess, you thought I would be mean or something.”
“Kinda. You're always so… you know.” He shrugged, not wanting to say anything mean.
“I also thought you would be mean, if that helps.”
“Me? Where did you get that from?” You asked, sitting up a little.
“I always saw you hanging out with not exactly the nicest people. Thought you might be like that.” His eyes flickered over your face, and then he smiled softly. “Glad I was proved wrong here.”
It was your turn to blush, you bit the inside of your cheek and instead of looking at Eddie, you just looked forward, although you could feel his soft gaze on you.
“So what made you cry? I kinda saw you ran here like crazy, so…”
At first you wanted to ask him if whatever you were going to say could stay between the two of you,but then you remembered there was no longer a reason for it.
“I don't know what happened exactly. I went to Jason's party with a few friends and then it all went to shit. I must have confessed I'm gay while I was drunk and it just… here we are.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, bracing for something similar to what you heard from Jason. A slur, or anything else that would show Eddie, as many others, was not queer friendly.
But none of that came, Eddie's face seemed unchanged, besides the fact that smile had gotten bigger.
“I was starting to worry I was the only one.” He joked softly, hoping you would laugh or something, but instead you were staring at him with wide eyes. “What? Not funny?”
“You're telling me that you're gay too?”
“Yeah.” He shrugged like it was nothing. “Although I'm more into both than just guys.”
You had no idea what you should say. Eddie noticed that and spoke up.
“My friends don't mind at all if you ever wanna hang out with us. Or just me.” He had a hopeful look in his eyes as he said that.
“I'll think about it, thanks.”
The two of you just sat there, talking until you heard a school bell in the distance. Eddie stood up, cleaning his pants up a little before stretching his hand to help you up.
“Can I give you a ride home?” There it was again, that hopeful look in his eyes. It was going to be the death of you, sooner or later.
