what is stuck in a swamp, stays together. masterlist.
Finsen Hunter x fem!reader.
summary: Even thought his lifeless eyes ended up only searching for decaying teeth, one pair of lips that finally returned home after his human life ended is the only one that could soften his rotten and parasitised body. And softness is far from achieving a cure for one restless mind.
!!VERY important before reading: Minors do not interact! This is a fanfic partially inspired after the movie Nosferatu. Even if I tried my best to make Finsen as canon as possible, the plot is not going to be 100% accurate with the canon story line in Identity V. Let’s say it’s partially accurate. This is a highly paranormal story of sorts that mixes the canon universe with my imagination. The manor is not going to be that involved. Also remember that this fanfic might not be for everyone. Almost all the characters are FLAWED, especially y/n. There are going to be side-characters that I created for this fanfic. They are going to play an important role in nuancing y/n, Finsen and their dynamic. I personally cannot write a simple fanfic so side-characters that enchant dynamics and events are an usual presence each time I write something🤗. I like to expand the universe for the sake of complexity and making the plot less boring and plain. That being said, do not use those side-characters for your fanfics and do not mistake them as original Identity V characters. Don’t make ai bots after this fanfic or after any of the side-characters present. As I said, I tried to make Finsen as canon as possible, if you have any corrections, POLITELY let me know. Keep in mind that english is not my mother tongue. Grammatical errors and expression issues might be present, I am open to corrections in this regard as well, just remember the condition of remaining polite in here. I also have to mention that Bar Exam is approaching this autumn for me, I might update a bit slow.
warnings: i repeat myself, minors do not interact, heavy topics, horror, a lot of gore, mentions of mental illness, deadly malpractice, unfairness, manipulation, internal struggles, bullying, loss and grief, death scenes, tragic and dark themes, flawed characters including y/n, smut, 18+ content, eerie themes, mental break-downs, angst, mentions of cheating and the discussion of the trauma chain.
chapter 1 — how the process of sinking begun.
chapter 2 — precious times are often fleeting.
chapter 3 — nostalgia is nothing but dreadful.
chapter 4 — dreams can be awfully harmful.
chapter 5 — when the sweetest of the doves dies.
chapter 6 — how can affection take the shape of a threat?
chapter 7 — the sentence in the name of love.
chapter 8 — at last, we are stuck together. in weakness and in strength.
regarding the taglist: if you wish to be in a tag list, leave a comment either in here or in one of the chapters!
one last note: at first, I wanted this to be a one-shot. I got so filled with ideas that I couldn’t keep it as one and I transformed it into a whole fanfic. What can I say? Perhaps I like writing more than necessary. I hope you will find this fanfic to your liking despite me being an amateur. Leaving your review in the comments greatly helps me, just as likes and reblogs do. Since I will make long chapters, seeing interactions in here might help me stay motivated and perhaps update it faster.
(This guy is so fine bro, I literally can’t wait to see his abilities 😩
Also this turned out so bad and rushed 💔)
Today was another one of your regular visits to the dentist, Finsen Hunter.
Despite his extremely unsettling appearance consisting of a parasitic arm that was restrained and a bunch of medical equipment floating around him, you felt calm around him. As if this was completely normal.
But why?
You entered the room. He immediately got up from his chair and motioned you to sit.
“Ah, my favourite patient is here. How are you doing, dear?” He asked, with that charming smile of his that always gave you goosebumps.
Favourite patient? Well that was certainly new.
“Good as always.” You replied, sitting down.
“That’s great.~” He said, standing above you. “Now open wide!”
You obediently opened your mouth. He allowed his “parasite” to do all the work for him while he simply observed.
“Hmm…your oral hygiene is immaculate as always. I see you have been taking good care of your teeth.” He said.
He placed his gloved finger at the bottom of your lip.
“Remember to keep up the good habits. Once you get a cavity, there’s no turning back.” He warned.
You gulped.
“Anyways, I’ll see you at the next appointment. Take care now.~”
He allowed you to get up. You opened the door and were about to leave, until he let out a loud sigh.
“I just wonder how much you can fit in that pretty mouth of yours.”
You immediately turned back, seeing him glare at you with a smirk across his lips.
“What do you mean by that?” You asked, with concern.
Finsen approached you, his tall figure looming over you.
“My dear, I’m always the one examining you.”
He gently took your hand.
“Can’t you be the one to examine me?”
You noticed how his eyes were suddenly filled with lust. It all began to make sense.
“What do I need to-”
You were interrupted when Finsen immediately slammed your hand against his crotch.
-
“Yeah that’s it…keep touching it.”
Finsen’s cock was in full view in front of you.
He was making you trace every part of it with your finger. You watched how he’d tense up and the way he’d groan every time you slid your finger.
Since his other arm was restrained, he sadly couldn’t take his coat off. So he had no choice but to hold the bottom up. It blocked his view, which left him annoyed but the sensation you were causing made him forget that he was angry.
You went forward and placed a kiss on his tip.
“Fuck…!” That one kiss alone sent him into complete shock.
You saw how his pre cum had started to appear, so you licked it off before stuffing his load into your mouth.
“Shit…that feels so…” he groaned.
He desperately wanted to see how you looked with his dick in your mouth.
He immediately removed the belts on his coat that were restraining his arm, then pushed off the coat itself.
His parasitic arm was now free. He was hoping it wouldn’t start causing any chaos. He wanted it to stay put, just for this one moment.
He looked at you, his full length in your mouth while you looked up at him with those eyes. You felt his dick twitch at the sight.
“Gosh you’re so…so fucking hot…” he praised, grabbing onto your hair.
You began sucking, moving back and forth while he continued praising you, with a wide smirk on his face.
“I knew you’d be able to fit it all. I knew those pretty lips wouldn’t…ngh…disappoint me.”
You began moving faster. He began laughing from how good it felt.
“Shit…if I didn’t have other patients to attend to…I would’ve fucked you so good right now. Guess that’ll have to wait until next time.”
His breathing increased and he began sweating intensely. He was nearing his climax.
His grip on your hair increased. You suddenly felt something warm on your tongue. Finsen let out a satisfied groan.
“You’re supposed to spit out toothpaste. But as for my cum…”
you stared at yourself in the mirror—body painted in delicate lace—arms bunched against your chest as you gnawed on the skin around your nails. soft stockings covered your legs, the lacy band digging into the plush of your thighs. the panties were comfy, covering just enough to make you feel secure but leaving enough to be desired.
the top was fitted to your chest, the fabric beneath the cups flowy and see-through. vines of lace swirled throughout the fabric, and tiny bows concealed where the straps met the cups. a matching bow rested on the center of the waistband of the panties, along with one on each stocking at the top of your thighs.
the garment itself wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact, it was remarkably wearable. you weren’t itchy, it wasn’t tight in places and loose in others, it was perfect.
the issue was your confidence.
you were still relatively new to relationships, not having much experience but knowing enough to get by. you and leon had been together for about a year now, and he constantly assured you that sex or anything of the sort was never a priority.
and you believed him.
he told you that he would be happy to abide by your wishes until you were ready, and that he would never do anything you didn’t want.
you, shy as could be, were horrible at simply cuddling up to him when you wanted to feel his warmth. you had been trying to send him hints, to quietly display what you were ready for—but leon, bless his heart, would smile warmly and kiss you for being so cute before moving right along.
now, here you stood.
clad in an ethereal lingerie set you’d bought on a trip weeks ago with claire, nerves on fire and your hands shaking. you felt so stupid, so desperate, so vulnerable.
“it’s just leon,” you murmured to yourself, feeling the way your heart constricted at the words. you stared a moment longer.
i’m taking it off.
you slid your fingers beneath the hem of the top, fully prepared to put on your usual pajamas. a low sound made you freeze, and you slowly turned. leon stood in the doorway, holsters still strapped to his thighs and his jacket hung loosely over his arm.
“um…” you trailed off, warming instantly at the way his eyes shamelessly skimmed your figure.
“when did you get that?” he asked, voice curious and deep, “and why does it look like you’re taking it off?”
“a while ago,” you admitted, arms lowering cautiously. leon tossed his jacket to the side, nearing you in an instant. he caught your trembling hands, eyes lifting to meet yours, “you are shaking all over, baby.”
“i’m nervous,” you shifted your gaze away, and he allowed you to hide to recollect yourself. he stepped impossibly closer, peering at you with an intensity that made your heart race. you were standing in front of him—smelling like sugar, summer rain, and a barely noticeable hint of his cologne—wearing lingerie that suited you so well it made his chest ache.
“leon…” you muttered embarrassed, hands trying to push him away. “hm?” he lazily smirked at your glare, tracing a finger along the edge of the panties. he could see his hand beneath the sheer layer of the top, and he could feel his patient restraint very swiftly crumbling.
you were so soft.
plush where he was sculpted, gentle where he was calloused. “what’s wrong?” leon then whispered, “don’t like it?” you shook your head, and he waited. “i do, but it’s just…not what i’m used to,” you leaned against him, and his hands slid beneath the sheer lace to caress your waist. his index finger trailed along your spine, sending slight shivers through your body.
“can i ask you something without you shutting down on me? or shying away?”
you didn’t like the sound of that.
you grumbled in his arms, and his chest rumbled with a laugh, “is this your way of telling me you want me?” leon squeezed you tighter when his words pulled a sad, flustered little sound out of you.
“mm,” he hummed, lips pressing fondly to your hair, “you’re cute.”
“i’m taking it off, and you’re never talking to me about this again—“
“sorry, sweetheart,” leon cut you off, leaning back with a dangerous glint in his eyes, “who said you were taking it off?” your face heated, and he held you when you deflated in his arms. leon was your first serious relationship, and quite frankly, he loved to take advantage of the fact that you were so reactive to things like this.
you gasped when his arm swept under your knees, standing up with you perfectly settled in his arms. he carried you to the bed, one hand still free and undoing the binds of his holsters. he set one of his guns on the dresser, the leather holsters dropping to the ground as he simply stepped away from them.
he laid you down gently, smiling at the way your hair fell around you and the fabric of the lingerie top draped over your skin. your knee bent as a means of hiding, and he watched as your hands covered your face in sheer embarrassment.
“you look perfect,” he murmured, hand sliding down your thigh to shift your bent leg to the side. he made himself comfortable between your legs, and you peeked between your fingers when he moved your legs to frame his hips, “my beautiful girl. all dressed up for me.”
leon lowered his face, pressing his lips against yours. he felt your hands cradle his jaw, legs tightening around him. one of his hands pawed at your thigh, the other slipping beneath your head and embedding itself in your hair.
“new lip balm?” he teased softly, pulling away with a thin strand of spit breaking, “i wonder if all of you tastes as good as you look.”
“it’s new,” your eyes were shiny, lips swollen already and he had barely started, “and you, you can if you—“
“no, baby,” leon corrected gently, hand leaving your hair to grip your chin, “this isn’t about me. it’s what you want.” he kissed your cheek, “what you want my mouth to do,” he kissed your throat, “what you want my hands to do,” he kissed you slowly, “you make the calls. not me, yeah?”
“okay,” you leaned up to kiss his cheek, and his heart melted. “now,” leon sat up, tugging you closer where you were practically sat on his lap, “the fun part is listening to you trying to tell me what you want.”
your eyes widened, realization flooding your expression. warmth pooled in your stomach, and you could already feel the inevitable shame and desperation that you would elicit.
“i—i have to tell you?”
“mhm,” he grinned wickedly, “just gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart. i’ll do it, you know i will, but i gotta know what you want your man to do for you.”
you pursed your lips, eyes averting from his for a split second before he redirected your attention back to him. his warm blue eyes, pupils dilated beyond belief, the gentle tug at the corners of his lips. his palms grounded you, and you nodded, accepting his wishes.
“thank you, baby,” he kissed your forehead, “now, what do you want first?” he trailed off, hands greedily sliding back to paw at you.
you think you’re slick - you don’t think he sees the way your eyes settle on his biceps when he folds his arms, or the way you purposely stand back with your arms limp by your sides as his breath gets all heavy and he lets out those grunts of effort. he knows what you are. that’s why he does it.
🏷️: 18+, smut, oneshot, f!pov, reader is lowkey a perv, leon matches your freak, re9!leon, gentle m!dom leon, riding leon’s boot/boot riding, mutual masturbation. this one is for all the freaks who purposely leave leon on low health (me included). wc: 2.4k
Pervert. That might be the only way you can describe yourself in one word, unfortunately.
Sometimes you wish your brain wasn't wired to notice things other people don't. The little groans of frustration or tired sighs that people make; to others, they sound like sounds of pain - a reason to be concerned. But to you, you can always pick out the breathy tone in their voice that toes the line between pain and pleasure. And there's one person in particular who is overwhelmingly the one most subject to your depraved mind - your supervisor, Agent Kennedy.
Even just thinking about him makes your typing speed drop, your thighs clench, and your breath hitch in your throat. It's embarrassing how much you pay attention to every little movement and sound he makes. You don't know a whole lot about him, but you don't see a ring and there's no framed photo of a wife and kids on his desk, not even a dog in a little stand-up frame, in fact. It only leads you to thinking of him more and more, and stupidly fantasising about starting something with him.
You're not exactly sure what it is about Leon that seems to scratch that little crevice in your brain so perfectly. Maybe it's the way his biceps seem to become impossibly bigger when he folds his arms as he listens to a debrief, or the way you watch his axe literally become buoyant as he walks around when he's on the field, or perhaps the way he lets out the filthiest grunts you've ever heard when he lifts or moves something heavy.
"Hey. You listening?" Leon lowers his head just a little to stare into your eyes. His tone doesn't convey irritation, but rather concern. "You look tired, you need to go home early and call in sick?" Leon asks.
The truth is, you're not sick or unwell. Or… Perhaps you're just sick in the head. You spent hours and hours thinking about him, chasing pleasure into the early hours of the morning with his name at the very tip of your tongue. "O-oh. Um… I guess I feel a little run down. But I'll try to stick it out through the rest of the day." You respond.
"Atta girl. But don't push yourself if you're sick. It's crunch time for reports right now, we don't need half the office sick too." Leon gives you a small grin, before walking off. Something stirs within you the moment you hear him say 'atta girl' in that encouraging, gentle voice.
And so you decided that being the amazing employee you are, the dusty storage room stacked to the brim with archive files is the perfect place to shove your hand underneath the waistband of your underwear and replay that recent interaction with Leon over and over in your head. You stifle a moan as you listen out for any footsteps passing, keeping your back pressed against the cold concrete of the wall as your head lolls back. As your hand works faster beneath the layers of clothing, you just can't help but let out a soft little whimper and allow Leon's name to very quietly roll off your tongue.
"…Yeah?"
You freeze. That's Leon's voice. You're certain of it. Your hand immediately pulls out from under your waistband, an unceremonious 'thwip!' sound of the elastic snapping back and ever so slightly stinging the skin of your lower abdomen for a brief moment. You hear the echo of Leon's boots as he turns the corner of your shelf, staring right at you.
"Oh, um..." You feel the heat rise to the uppermost layer of your skin. If it rises any further, you fear your skin might just incinerate. You kind of wish it could do that right now. "Nothing." You swallow thickly, pathetically even, as Leon takes a few more steps towards you.
"I'm pretty sure I heard you say my name?" His pale blue gaze is intense, though his tone is more gentle than you expected it to be. The cold concrete beneath your skin suddenly doesn't feel so cold anymore.
"No, uh, I actually said… Neon. Like, um, I needed a neon highlighter." Your lie is baseless and nonsensical. You felt like a deflated balloon even attempting to save yourself from this. You should've known someone was already in the damn room, since when you entered the lights were already on. In your defense, you've absolutely rubbed one out to the thought of him during a quiet hour, and nobody has ever walked nearby or came in. You've done this a total of five times to be exact, actually.
"On thin papers that date back to the 70's that would turn into mush? Damn. Guess I don't train you as well as I thought I did." Leon chuckles.
"Haha, oh… Oops… Well, gotta get back to it." Your voice dies in your throat as you push yourself off the wall.
"Where you heading to?" Leon steps forward a fraction more, his heavy boots making an imposing sound. You stare at the polished leather, your eyes lingering on it for a moment before your gaze snaps back up to his.
"Uh, the… The photocopier." You give another miserable lie. Leon quirks a brow.
"That wouldn't be getting back to it."
"Huh?"
"Continue what you were doing just now." Leon instructs. Still playing dumb, you turn towards the files, pretending to sift through a bunch of folders that have no relevance to you at all. You hear him let out an amused huff, his much larger, calloused hand slowly reaching out to yours. Blinking in shock at the fact that Leon has just grabbed your hand, you're now in total disbelief that Leon's lips are wrapped around your index and middle finger, his tongue softly stroking against your fingertips for a brief moment before releasing your hand with a soft 'pop!'
"W-What…?" You blink, completely stunned.
"Wow. You're acting surprised, even though you've been getting off thinking about me between these shelves for the last ten minutes?" Leon asks, and you feel like you want to melt into a puddle right on the spot.
"…I'm sorry. I don't… Um… I'll stop. I'll stop immediately." You stammer apologetically.
"Why? I didn't ask you to stop." Leon responds. Your mouth opens and closes in surprise, your heart hammering against your chest. "You really think I didn't notice? The way you stare at me like you're going to eat me when I'm prying a warped cabinet door open? Oh. And you cross and uncross your legs repeatedly when you're staring at my arms from across the room. You're not exactly subtle. Although I guess it's my fault too, since I'm enabling all of this." Leon adds.
Your brain needs a moment to catch up - Leon isn't scolding you, nor is he appalled by your behaviour… He's challenging you. He's gauging to see if you have just as much interest in him as he has for you, and if you're willing to act on that interest just as much as he is.
"Wait, sorry, you… You're fine with this?" You ask for confirmation, his response still not quite fully baked in your brain.
"I thought that much was obvious." He lets out a short chuckle. Leon takes another step, his body now invading your personal bubble. "For such a competent agent, you sure do seem oblivious to the hints I've been dropping. But that's okay. If you don't want this, I'll turn around, walk away, and forget it ever happened. We can stay strictly as mentor and subordinate-"
"-No." You interject quickly, clearing your throat. "No, as in, I don't want to stay just as mentor and subordinate. I want this too."
"Good. For a second there I thought I was going to come off as a creep." Leon lets out a small, relieved chuckle.
"…Pretty sure I'm the creep in this situation." You awkwardly joke, briefly rubbing the back of your neck as you begin to walk behind him. Leon takes a seat at the rickety old desk, the old office chair ever so slightly squeaking under his weight as he makes himself comfortable. His legs are spread, his thigh muscles on display even through his utility trousers.
"Maybe." Leon's tone is low and the word is a little drawn out, the cadence of his voice stirring something within you. "Here's what we'll do. You're going to play, and I'm going to watch." His voice is just above a whisper, the broad expanse of his chest catching your eye as he leans his elbows back on the armrest.
"You don't want to…?" You're not exactly sure how you can outright ask your supervisor if he wants to have sex. You're perverted, but you're not shameless.
"Oh, no, believe me, I do. But I got a little banged up from the last field mission I just came back from." Leon lifts his tight quarter zip, revealing his muscular abdomen, littered with nasty contusions, a nauseating purplish and green hue. "There's a few more. Can't really do anything… Strenuous until the bruises have properly healed, at least." He explains.
"Fuck, they look like they hurt like a bitch." You let out a slow exhale, but you weren't really looking at the bruises. That exhale wasn't really one out of sympathy. You were looking at the peaks and valleys of his abdominal muscles, and the way you could see a light smattering of blonde hair travelling south. Your eyes travel back to Leon's gaze, and you already know you've been caught. He notices, but he doesn't address it. He only gives you a short knowing look.
"Yeah. We can do a little more once my body doesn't feel like an overripe peach. So… You think you can show me?" Leon's questions hangs in the air for a moment before you perch yourself at the edge of the table.
"Anything to help my supervisor recover." You joke. Leon slightly shakes his head, leaning towards you for a second.
"We're a little past titles at this point. Use my name." Leon says, echoing your own name as he leans back again.
"Alright… Anything to help you recover, Leon." You say, biting back a grin as you hitch your skirt up to your hips, pull down your panties, and spread your legs once more.
"Fuck, you were close, huh? It's dripping all down your thighs." Leon whispers, already palming his cock at the sight of you. You might combust on the spot, watching him stare at you like this. But you keep it together, as you begin to rub yourself for him slowly. Your moans are soft and stifled, mostly out of pure fear that you'll be caught with your hands between your legs in front of your supervisor.
Leon frees his cock from his pants, and you momentarily fear that you might genuinely drool all over your white and blue striped work blouse at the sight of him. He's exactly as you imagined from all that print checking and the way you watched him walk, as if it's heavy. Scratch that - he's better than what you imagined him to look like. It most certainly is heavy. With blown out pupils, you continue to rub little circles on your clit at a frantic pace - you're watching him watching you. It makes your head spin to the point where you feel a little dizzy. You want to touch him so badly, to feel him, but you have to settle for this.
…Unless.
Your gaze drops down to his polished boots. Not a speck of dirt, blood, or grime. Your hand slows, and Leon gives you a quizzical glance. "You okay?" He asks you, his hand slowing.
"I'm fine," you reply, almost feeling caught off guard by how gentle his tone is and how perceptive of a person he can truly be. "…I was just wondering how clean you keep those boots." You add.
Leon quirks a brow, letting out a short chuckle of bewilderment. "You're wondering if I keep my boots clean at a time like this? Shit, I know I'm a little old, but I didn't think I was that bad to look at."
"What? Oh, no, no. Trust me, you're… Really nice to look at. I just wish I could touch you in some way, is all." You pout.
"I'm not sure if I'm fully following. But yes, I clean these boots very regularly, and they're just for the office."
"Just… Just keep going." You tell him, your dangling feet now planted on the charcoal coloured carpet as you close the gap between you both. "I'm just going to hope you don't have a foot or ankle injury." You say, sinking down to your knees as you straddle Leon's boot. His eyes widen, as you carefully lean back, your impossibly slick pussy settling on the broad, flat part of the leather.
"God damn." Leon breathes out as you begin to grind yourself against his boot.
"Too much?" Your question is breathy as your clit rubs against the firm leather.
"No. No. Just… Haha, fuck." Leon's free hand reaches out, his fingers gently raking through your hair for a moment as he gives you a small smile. "Just a pleasant surprise." He determines.
"Good." You respond, as his hand travels from your hair to cup your jawline, his thumb stroking your bottom lip. You whimper as you fuck yourself into the surface of his boot relentlessly, picking up the pace of your hips as you watch his hand pump his cock faster and faster.
"Yeah… That's it. Keep going… That's my girl." Leon groans as he watches you desperately buck your hips, your mouth slightly agape as you chase pleasure from something as simple as his boot.
"I-I'm gonna…" You mewl, your words dying in your throat.
"You gonna cum? Good… Good girl. Show me." Leon coaxes, his words giving you that one final shove that sends you over the edge, the feeling of warmth spreading throughout your lower abdomen, as the obscene wet squelching sounds from your pussy echo throughout the room. The sight of you coming undone in front of him causes Leon to let out a deep groan of pleasure. Your eyes are fixed on the thick, white ropes of cum that he catches in his hand, his chest heaving and an unmistakable red flush creeps on the back of his neck to the tips of his ears as he finishes.
Leon reaches overhead, quickly grabbing a wad of tissues for both you and him as you clean yourselves up. "Can you stand?" He asks as he moves to get up, and you slowly rise from the floor, with Leon holding you steady by the arms as you find balance on your legs once more.
"Thanks." You give him a small smile of appreciation.
"Was about to say the same thing." Leon says, leaning you against the desk as he kisses you deeply. You were expecting something that was all tongue and teeth, but it was a remarkably tender kiss that leaves you feeling flushed in the face. Turning around to pull your underwear back on, you notice it's missing.
"Oh, that's weird, I thought my…" You turn back to Leon, and you notice his hand shoving something in his back pocket for a moment.
"You can get it back after dinner with me tonight." He says, before straightening his posture and walking out of the door. The door closes with a gentle thud. All you can do is blink for a moment as your breathing fully evens out.
religion doesn't call out to you, it doesn't even whisper to you. but for leon kennedy, his faith is the very foundation that upholds his life. you're not a part of his world, and they're all worried you're going to lead him astray. but a chance encounter at his church's annual summer barbecue is one telltale sign that it's quite the opposite. in fact, maybe he even enjoys being corrupted by you.
tags: 18+, f!pov, religious themes - church boy!leon / christian!leon, rookie!leon, re2!leon, smut, corruption kink, virgin!leon, religious guilt, LEON IS A PATHETIC WHIMPERING MESS, this re2!leon variant may be slightly ooc due to the context btw, masturbation, voyeurism, porn with plot, modern universe no virus!au | wc: 5k (ish?)
(additional note: this fic has religious themes. reader's context is that they left the church but remain amicable. read at your own discretion)
You've just returned from finishing your entire university course, settled into an affordable apartment on the other side of your home town, and now you're hoping to unwind by spending some time with your parents. Unfortunately, you picked a pretty shit day to do so - your Christian parents had volunteered themselves to bring a bunch of food and drink to their annual church summer barbecue. Although they offered to reschedule, you decided a heap of free food and drinks wouldn't be so bad, even if it's eating from the tables of the church you left many years ago.
Perching yourself on the hot, scratchy limestone that scraped at the skin of the underside of your thighs a little too much for your liking, you dug into your plate of food as you watched your parents socialise with their church circle. You tried to make yourself appear as small as possible, after all, you knew a few faces - especially the younger members who are now your age. You slightly regret coming along now, realising that a few whispers and stares were pointed your way.
'She's no good', 'I heard she's into witchcraft', 'I heard she hangs around very… unsavoury people', 'I heard she had sex… And well before marriage, obviously' …The chatter was incessant.
"Uhh, hey there." A lilted but slightly anxious voice of a man similar in age to you calls out your name. You look up - you see a man with blonde hair and bright blue eyes, with a soft and gentle smile. You remember his face vividly, albeit, his features have sharpened a fair bit since high school. After all, you went to church and high school with him, but you didn't have many classes together, and you decided to renounce your faith when you were in your early teens. He was barely an acquaintance, but he's not an unkind face.
"Leon. Hey… How are you?" You greet him with a small smile, fiddling with the hem of your black tank top.
"Yeah! Wait, y-you remember my name. Sorry - wait, that kinda came out weird. Um… Are you having a good time, being back here? This berry lemonade is really good." Leon nervously stammers as he tries to make conversation, but his smile is genuine and it doesn't falter. You suppose you have an inkling of what he's trying to do - he sees an old face that returns to the church one time and thinks he can bring the odd, eccentric person who dresses exclusively in dark colours back to God. Maybe flip her inside out, wringing her out until the crumpled fabric morphs into pastel pink dress with frilly white lace. But for whatever reason, you decide to humor him some more - maybe your instinct is wrong. Maybe it's out of boredom, maybe it's because he's always been a nice and pleasant person to be around compared to many of your peers when you were still with the church and navigating high school. Maybe it's also because you've always thought he's a pretty cute guy too.
"Hm? Yeah, it's alright. I'm just here because I've moved back to town, and I wanted to catch up with my mum and dad. And I'm glad to hear the berry lemonade is good - since I made it and all." You smile, picking off a stray leaf that floated onto your bare thighs.
"Wait… You made it? Woah." Leon takes another slow sip, with a nod. "Gee, this is really good. Any time my dad tries to make some kind of drink like this, it always kinda tastes… Like water with the idea of a lemon and maybe a single frozen strawberry. Sorry… that wasn't nice to my dad." Leon chuckles, his head shaking slightly. He takes a seat next to you earnestly. "I didn't expect to see you here, much less make something for the annual barbecue." He adds. You raise a brow out of curiosity in response. "Wait, sorry, uh, not to say it like it's a bad thing. It's a really good thing, actually! To see new or returning faces at the church, y'know…" He trails off.
"You're fine." You can't help but smile back a genuine smile as Leon absolutely flounders his way through conversing with you. "Yeah, my parents wanted to do a bit more this year for the annual summer barbecue. But… As usual, they bit off more than they could chew and they totally forgot about the drinks they volunteered to make. So I just did it for them. I have so much free time since I finished university anyway." You shrug.
"Oh… Well, I think it's a really nice thing for you to do. Even if you didn't really entirely want to be here." Leon compliments you.
"Thanks. Well, I don't hate being here. It's just not for me. But the church is important to my mum and dad." You thank him, pushing around a loose pebble in the ground with the toe of your black leather boot. "So you come here and help out with the summer barbecue each year, hey? That's some real dedication. The church and your faith must mean a whole lot to you." You add. Leon's eyes traced the pattern that the pebble was leaving in the dirt from your boot before he began his reply.
"Yeah, oh, for sure. After my folks passed when I was small and Paul - my adoptive dad, took me in when he saved me that day, he taught me all the values of being a good Christian. To be kind, to care for others, and to forgive others. So yeah… My faith is everything, I suppose." Leon nods. "Do you… Do you believe in anything?" He asks. "Wait, sorry, maybe that's personal, you don't have to answer if you don't feel comfortable." He adds frantically.
Before you can reply to him, both you and Leon notice the eyes of several of the older ladies at the church, eyeing you down and whispering to each other. You don't know what they're saying. You don't want to know what they're saying. But you could wager a good guess on what they're saying about you - the woman who left the church and caused so much grief for her parents, the woman who doesn't dress prim and proper as a lady should, is lingering around somebody as exceptional and morally upright like Leon Kennedy. The good, Christian boy who shows up to every single church sermon and attends weekly bible group.
Leon sees the staring and whispers, and he does something you wouldn't entirely expect from him. "Hey, do you, um, wanna go for a walk? There's a lake with some trees, just over there. It's nice and… Less prying eyes." He adds the last part in a hushed tone.
"…Yeah. I'd really like that, actually. That sounds good." You nod.
Getting up from the nettlesome limestone, you set your empty plate and cup down before dusting your hands off your black denim shorts and begin to walk on the trail to the nearby lake with Leon, the thicket providing a thin veil of privacy from the watchful eyes of the church ladies.
"Sometimes it feels like I'm stuck in a fishbowl." Leon comments before taking a deep exhale as you both reach a patch of sturdy pine trees that face the small, sparkling lake. You both lean against your own respective tree as you stare at the smooth, almost mirror-like body of water that seems to sparkle as if a pack of silver glitter was dropped on it from above in the hot midday sun. "Am I… Interrogating you? I don't mean to. I'm just genuinely curious and uh, I just don't think I've ever really talked to you before. I'm sorry if I came off as preachy." Leon winces.
"No, seriously, it's fine. It's okay." You reassure him with a small smile. "I admire my parents for having faith in something they hold dear to their hearts. But we have differences in how we view religion - and we've smoothed that over long ago and there's no hiccups at all anymore. It's just… I don't see religion as being my thing, personally. It's far too often abused as a tool to incite hatred or division. And there's too much money caught up in something that should never be about the money. So yeah, religion just simply isn't my thing. I think if you're a good person, then you're a good person. It doesn't matter what label is attached." You explain thoughtfully.
Leon nods as you explain, carefully taking your words in. "I get what you mean. The hatred, the money… There's bad churches out there. Bad people using God as an excuse to grab onto power. That's real, and I can't stand here and pretend it's not." Leon says quietly, as if he were admitting something he perhaps shouldn't. "But… I think people are the ones who mess it up. Not God. I don't think God would want any of that kind of thing. I think he just wants people to love each other… Which, actually, pretty much falls in line with what you just said." Leon smiles, suddenly catches himself feeling a little flushed. "Oh! Not that I'm saying you should become a born-again Christian or something, agh… I'm doing great at this whole conversation thing, huh?" Leon groans softly.
"Hahah, I think you're doing quite well actually. Don't be so hard on yourself. And yeah, I think the point of why religion becomes so contentious, right? We as humans can fundamentally agree on many things, but because the label is different, suddenly we have an urge to make the division between us and them." You pause, looking at him with a soft gaze. "I remember in English class - you told some girls to leave me alone when they were trying to make fun of me while I was reading a book. I know maybe you were disgusted or weirded out by me, but you stuck up for me anyway without hesitation. I should've thanked you back then, but I didn't want them to start rumours or anything. Everyone said I was some kind of satanic freak, but you were nice to me anyway. So… Thank you." You're not entirely sure why you felt the need to recall that memory and thank him, but you did anyway.
"What? I was never disgusted by you. I just… I saw those girls being mean to you and I couldn't ignore it, so I told them to knock it off. I mean- anyone should've done it. I just happened to be sitting close enough to hear it." Leon rubs the back of his neck shyly.
"Yeah… Actually, you're the one who's in the police academy, right? I think you'll make an excellent cop, Leon. I think you're somebody that many people would feel very safe around." You compliment him, and the tips of his ears turn pink. He's never felt so recognised for his kindness and need to protect that he's in a brief state of shock, and he stumbles backwards on a large tree root behind his foot.
"Oh my god! Are you okay!?" You gasp, instinctively reaching out for his hand, before letting out a short, amused laugh the moment he regains his balance. The brief touch was electrifying, both for you and Leon, and he could only stare at you with a gentle look as he observed you. There was something about the way you carried yourself, the way your laugh seemed to sound like a pleasant wind chime, and there was this feeling tugging at the tendrils of Leon's heart that made him want to see you smile more often. But he was determined to not unpack that right now.
"I-I'm fine! I just… Didn't see the root." Leon clears his throat. "T-The root…" He stammers, unsure of why his heart feels like it's absolutely pounding against his ribcage.
"The root." You smile and nod. "Oh, speaking of the police academy, how far out would you be to completing now?" You ask him.
"Three months from now." Leon smiles.
"Woah. And then you're working as a fully fledged rookie cop. Nice! Hey, be careful. Once you're working, all the church aunties are gonna start enacting their designs on you. You'll be 21, employed, and single. The blueprint is that you gotta get engaged by 22, and have a spouse and a white picket fenced house with 2 kids and a golden retriever by 25. No pressure." You joke.
"Oh… I haven't even been thinking about that. With the police academy, training, and bible group taking up most of my time, I've never even dated…" The realisation dawns on Leon that he's soon going to be expected to propose to a nice girl from church within the next 12 months.
"Ah… You'll be fine. They'll be throwing their daughters and granddaughters at you the moment you graduate, I'm sure." You laugh.
"But I've never… Oh. I wouldn't even know where to start." Leon blinks.
"Wait… For real? So you'll just get married to the first person you kinda click with then?" Your eyebrows raise upwards in surprise.
"I-I suppose I'd have to." Leon says sheepishly.
"Whaaat. But then how would you get married without even knowing what you like or what you don't like? Or how you'd like to be treated? I mean, I guess you'd just have to watch porn or something." You drop the mention of pornography so casually, as if it's no big deal. Leon on the other hand, rasps out some kind of strangled cough at the mention of it.
"I don't - no. I don't do that… That's…" Leon stammers quietly, as if the mere mention of pornography would summon God himself and he would strike Leon down with a flash of lightning. He wanted to say pornography was sinful, to reject it outright. But for whatever reason, that final word stayed lodged in his throat. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt, unable to meet your gaze. "My dad didn't even have cable when I was young. And the computer is at home in the living room, there's no privacy at all really, so I don't… I've never…" Leon trails off, looking at you with his pale blue eyes. "Is that a normal thing? Do people really do that?" His question came out smaller and more childlike than he thought it would. His question came from genuine curiosity rather than validation of sin. The only structure that Leon ever knew is that people don't do such a thing, but you just described to him a world where people did. And it's a normal thing.
"Oh, well, yeah. A lot of people do. It's personal preference, but statistically, most people do watch porn, yeah." You blink.
"You… You just talk about that kind of stuff like it's nothing." Leon mumbles. It's a nonjudgmental tone, he's simply processing that many other people really don't follow such a Christian way of living.
"Well, it's not nothing, but it's definitely a part of human nature and life. It's sex. Biology." You shrug, turning to him. "So… You really have no idea what you like? Is that even possible? I mean, surely there's something, y'know? Like, I don't know, give me an example of who you think is pretty to look like. Just a random example. Anybody." You ask him.
"I… What?" Leon's eyes dart to the canopy of green leaves above your heads, his eyes following several branches - he just can't seem to bring himself to look you in the eye. "Well, there's this girl… Sarah. She's very friendly. She teaches Sunday school for the kids at the creche." Leon begins. "But I don't… I've never really… Um. She has brown hair?" He says, his gaze dropping to you, and he's wearing an expression that looks completely lost.
"Leon… Are you describing someone you're into, or are you reading off a resume?" You say in an amused tone.
"Y-Yeah, okay, so that's definitely not what you meant. But I don't… I don't think about people like that. I'm not supposed to." Leon's voice lowers, almost reluctant in nature. Leon's eyes flicker - just for a fraction of a second towards you. Thoughts of the way your attentive, pretty eyes watch him with patience instead of judgment, the plushness of your lips as you speak, your thoughtful hums of acknowledgement were the antithesis of what he just spoke into existence. It said something different to what he just said. Something entirely different that he isn't yet ready to name.
You're still oblivious to Leon's gaze. Feeling the bark create little imprints in the skin of your back since you were leaning against it for too long, you push yourself off the tree and begin to stretch. "So, okay, Sarah. What do you think is pretty about Sarah? What is it about her personality that really attracts you?" You ask, holding your outstretched arm by the elbow as you tilt your head back a little, exposing the column of your throat while the curves of your body suddenly become elongated. Leon's eyes can't help but stick to every detail of your face and body like gum stuck under a shoe.
"Um, she has good eyes. And she has a nice smile." Leon begins, hesitating as he examines his compliments about Sarah in his head, wondering if his thoughts are sinful or not. "I… I don't know if I'm doing this right. I-I mean, could you give me some examples?" He asks.
"Oh, okay, well… If someone asked me what I'm attracted to, I'd say I like a guy who takes care of himself. You know, looks after his health and fitness, because it reflects in their figure. Oh! And definitely someone with kind and soft looking eyes. Because it's cute when they… Oh. never mind." You trail off, trying to censor yourself to spare Leon's already splintered Christian brain.
"No, what? What were you going to say?" Leon asks, picking a tiny piece of bark off the tree and fiddling with it. "I mean, you don't have to, I wasn't trying to, um…" His voice wanes. His own expression betrayed him as he spoke - as if you were dangling something just out of reach, and he can't help himself but to lean towards it with an outstretched palm. "Sorry, maybe I shouldn't ask. It's just…Nobody has talked to me like this before. Like I'm allowed to ask these questions." Leon admits, and you feel some strange sensation that you can't quite pinpoint in your chest at his admission.
"Oh, of course you can ask. It's okay." You give him a small reassuring smile. "Just like… Don't call me a filthy harlot or whatever when I tell you this, but… I think it's cute when a guy has kind and soft looking eyes, because it's really cute when they look up at me all doe-eyed when they… You know…" You try your best to be tactful.
"When they… What?" Leon asks.
"When they eat me out." You say bluntly, since he couldn't read between the lines. The sound that Leon let out upon hearing your sentence barely sounded human - like some kind of squawk from a large bird and a high pitched garble. Leon staggers back, the tiny piece of bark falling from his hand as he presses his back into the tree so hard you would think he's trying to recreate a hydraulic press with it.
"I- you... What?" Leon clutches at the silver cross pendant beneath his shirt, but it's already much too late. The imagery is already flooding in - the very vivid vision of your thighs splayed apart, your head lolling back in pleasure as you moan while not just anybody, but Leon himself is down there. His brain slotted himself into the scenario before he could even stop it. "Y-you said that on purpose!" Leon stammers, unceremoniously sliding down the trunk of the tree until he's sat, bring his knees up and squeezing them together. You rush over, terrified that you may have actually given this poor man an aneurysm just from the mere mention of eating pussy.
"I-I'm sorry! I thought… You said you wanted to know!" You apologise, your voice a slightly higher pitch than normal as you scan his beet red face.
"I'm a Christian! We're meant to save ourselves for marriage! I-I'm saving myself for marriage! That's the commitment I made to God… To myself." Leon mumbles, his cheeks incredibly flushed and his eyes a little glassy. He almost looks… A little bit pathetic. In the best way possible. You can't help but bite your lip as an amused smile ghosts across your lips. "You're doing this on purpose! You just bit your lip!" He uncharacteristically squeaks out.
"I really am not, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was so overwhelming for you!"
Leon's chest momentarily stopped heaving, and his body relaxed by a fraction. "Do… Do I have doe eyes?" He asks. And then his eyes widen and he stares straight ahead at nothing in particular, as if the question didn't leave his own mouth.
You widen your eyes in total shock, before your line of sight travels down to the tent in his jeans. Leon is completely hard, just from the mere mention of you getting your pussy ate. And something about this completely stirs something within you. "I wouldn't know unless I found out. But… You do have really soft and kind eyes. And I'm not just saying that. I really do like your eyes, they're a really pretty shade of blue." You say, sitting on your knees as you face him.
"Oh…" Leon murmurs, before looking down at his jeans. His erection is on full display with the denim doing barely anything to camouflage it. The realisation of his hard-on has hit him like a bullet train going mach speed. "Oh no." Leon swallows thickly. "Oh, no no no-" He tries to angle his body away from you, but it's too late. You've already seen, and it's already happened. Leon feels a red hot rod of shame strike against every cell in his body - all he's ever known is to feel shame and guilt, especially in the matters of lust. "I can't… Oh no. I don't get- This doesn't happen to me. I don't do this." Leon panics, pressing his hands into his crotch as if to shove his erection down like an overpacked suitcase, but the pressure only causes pleasure and he hisses in response, pulling his hands away as if he touched a burnt stove. You can only watch on in equal parts concern and amusement. You've never seen a 20 year old, fully grown adult male, respond to getting a boner like this.
Leon turns to face you, his lips ever so slightly trembling. "You… Like my eyes." He repeats your own words at you, the moles standing out on his neck against the beet red flush of his skin. His lips are parted, his pupils blown out wide. He looks as if he's about to cry. Or pray. Maybe both. And there's a sick sense of satisfaction that creeps into your gut looking at his expression, but you keep it under wraps. "…You really think my eyes are pretty?" He asks through heavy exhales.
"Yeah, I do. You have pretty eyes." You repeat, your knees crushing into the dirt a little more as you lean a fraction closer. "But… I think that's a conversation for another time. You can't return to the picnic like this." Your eyes gesture to the tent in his pants, and Leon lets out what sounds like a mix between a choked sob and a groan.
"Oh… Oh my gosh." He presses his forehead to his knees for a moment, his shoulders shaking - not because he's crying, but because this is the very first time in his life that he has not been able to simply will away an erection. He pulls his head up, his knees slightly relaxing as he looks at you. "I've never… I've never had this problem before. Usually I can just make it go away, but it's not going away." He heaves in panic. "What do I do? I don't know how to make it… Go away." Leon says, unable to use vulgar words as he looks down at the very obvious bulge in his pants. "It's never been such a problem like this for me before. It's never been like… This. This has to be because of you. You're doing this." Leon throws the accusation out pathetically, and it sounds like far more of a confession than an accusation. He tries to shift in his spot, only the friction from the denim catches against him and it causes him to gasp and squeeze his eyes shut. "Oh god!" He whimpers. "What do I do? What do I do? You… You're the one that knows about all this stuff. You have to help me." Leon stares right into your eyes, his flushed skin now covered in a thin layer of sweat and his eyes turning blotchy from the overwhelming need to let himself go.
"M-Me!? You know that's…" You trail off. There's an undeniable dampness between your thighs at the sight of Leon. "Okay, alright." You nod, pivoting yourself on your knees so you're kneeling right next to his sitting form.
"Tell me what I need to do." Leon whispers frantically.
"Um, okay. You need to jack off. You need to just… Pull your cock out of your underwear and you need to start stroking it." You instruct him awkwardly. You have no idea how such a turn of events led you here. But you also kind of do.
"But that's…! Thessalonians said…" Leon mumbles, but he's unzipping the fly of his jeans.
"Okay, well, if you listen to Thessalonians in this scenario, everyone and their dog in your congregation will see get an eyeful of that, so… Just get it out, and just, grasp it and stroke it slowly at first." You instruct him.
"T-This is… Immoral. You'd be watching me do it. But does it work?" Leon manages to rasp out through his quiet moans.
"Oh yeah. Definitely." You nod, trying not to let the amusement on your face show.
Leon obeys your instructions, freeing his cock from his underwear. And you were not prepared to find out that the good Christian church boy, Leon Kennedy, was packing all that. You try to keep the (pleasant) surprise in your face to a minimum, as you try to help him. Leon begins to stroke, and the moment he slowly strokes his cock, he lets out a small whimper.
"Is it good?" You ask him, your voice dropping to a whisper.
"Y-yeah…" Leon gasps, making slow tugs at himself. You watch as his already rock-hard cock drools even more precum. You notice that he doesn't really even look at his dick, he's trying to look anywhere else except at you and his dick.
"Good… You can go a little faster with your hand. You can grip it a little tighter, just not too tight… Just keep building it up." Your voice is low, your breath fanning against his ear, and it sends his whole body rigid and boneless all at once.
"L-like this?" Leon asks, choking out a sob of pleasure. He's already close in such a short amount of time - although given his context, that doesn’t surprise you at all.
"Yeah… Like that. Keep going." You coo in his ear, your thighs now leaning against his, your breasts pressed against his arm. The feeling of your body pressed against his was like a lightning rod - and Leon takes a heavy, ragged breath as he fists his cock harder, the pink, mushroomy tip now completely glossy as the obscene squelch of wet flesh fills the thick, balmy summer air.
"O-oh, oh… This is… I'm…" Leon stammers, his hand moving up and down at a faster pace as the feeling of terror and shame is replaced with a desperate, white hot flash of coiling pleasure. Leon's mouth forms a perfect little 'o' as he tilts his head back.
"That's it… You're almost there. You're doing such a good job." You whisper against his ear. You can't help yourself. You lick a long stripe against the side of his neck before planting a little kiss, and it practically short circuits Leon when he's already a whimpering, moaning mess. Leon gasps, and you watch as he shoots hot, thick, white ropes of cum all over the bottom of his shirt.
"Is it over…?" Leon rasps out, a very flushed and half-lidded look on his face. You smile at him.
"Yeah, it's taken care of." You confirm. You look down at the splotches of his cum on his navy cotton t-shirt. Leon's eyes grow wide, and that same panic takes over again.
"Wait! I… I didn't mean for it to go there! Everyone will see this! How do I get rid of it!?" He exclaims, reaching a loosely clenched fist out about to smear it in.
"Oh my god, no! Don't do that, you'll smear it everywhere and it'll go crusty!" You hold back a laugh as you're envisioning the aftermath of his almost-mistake. "I've got it, don't worry." You say, delicately picking his shirt up by the hem, you notice his muscular abdomen and a smattering of blonde hair just peeking above the waistband of his jeans. You tear your gaze away as you lean down and lick the cum off his shirt, swallowing it. Leon's eyes practically bulge out of his head.
"Wait, t-that's…!" He watches on, his expression equal parts arousal and bewilderment as you clean the cum off his shirt with your tongue. The stain is barely noticeable at this point, and would be passable for a smudge of pie.
"I believe the correct response is, 'thank you'." You joke with an amused expression, getting up from your knees and dusting off the tiny flecks of soil. You stretch out a hand to Leon, and he gratefully takes it.
"Thank you, I… You didn't have to help me, but you did." He rubs the back of his neck - a habit he seems to exhibit when he's feeling awkward.
"It's alright, I wanted to, to be honest." You shrug. You notice his face go beet red once more. "Sorry." You bite your lip with a smile - you're not sorry. You begin to walk back on the trail with Leon.
"Wait… Could we… Do this again? Um, just the talking part, not the… The other bit. I'd really like to talk with you some more." Leon asks.
"Of course. Here's my phone, just pop your number in and I'll text you." You say, handing him your phone. He saves himself as a contact and you text him to make sure his number is correct. "Great." You smile.
"Are you, uh, free any particular day?" Leon asks.
"Oh, I'm free any day, I'm taking a little break since I just finished university." You grin.
"Okay, nice! I'm free this coming Tuesday. Maybe we could meet up at a cafe when I have a break during my police academy training?" Leon gives you a boyish grin that practically looks like sunshine personified.
"Tuesday works." You smile at him as you both approach the lawn where everybody else is still eating and chatting. As your paths begin to split off, Leon calls back out to you.
"Um, the berry lemonade was really good!" He grins, as his adoptive father, Paul, calls out to him.
"Ah! Leon. There you are son. Woah… You're all flushed and you look a little pale. You alright?" Paul's eyes drift to your retreating figure, and Leon registers a flicker of disapproval as his father stares into his eyes. "It's nice that you're trying to be kind to everyone… But just be careful of her, son. She's not a part of our world. She'll lead you astray." His father warns. Leon can't bring himself to give his father a verbal answer, so he just nods.
Leon feels his phone buzz in his pocket momentarily afterwards, but he doesn't go to check it, he already knows it's a text from you. He's never been more sure of anything in his life - bible verses and disapproving glares be damned. He's going on that date with you next Tuesday.
Leon is your partner, your comrade, your anchor.
When he went on his first mission without you in a long time, he didn’t return to the office right away. Something was off, and no one wanted to tell you what happened.
So you tried to find out on your own.
tags: blood, rough sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, v fingering, clit play, mating press, couch sex, possessiveness, friends to lovers, love confession
A/N: Leon vampire agenda possessed me and instead of working on my current fics I just... wrote this. This is my first real explicit fic I post, I wanted to exercise a little, so please be kind lol. I don't know if this is a little OOC, but he's a vampire here so... whatever.
No reader's age specified. I wrote it thinking of RE9 Leon because older men are my downfall, but any Leon will work.
Enjoy!
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“I hope everything goes well.”
Your thumb was grazing the back of your hand, absentmindedly. You weren’t looking at him.
“About that,” Leon said, his tone melancholic. “It will be a difficult mission. If I don’t make it, I–”
“Why didn’t you let me go with you?”
“Don’t insist. I can’t let anything happen to you.”
Leon. Your partner, your comrade, your anchor. This is his first mission without you in a long time. It’s an open secret that your relationship was complicated, even if he had never touched you.
Outside your building, you looked at him, marveled. A beautiful, loyal, respectful, caring man. Kinda goofy, too.
He looked at your lips, longer than necessary.
“Goodbye. See you soon, if I make it alive.”
You huffed, and patted his shoulder, like you were a man.
“You’re the Leon Kennedy. You always make it alive.”
He smirked, turned around and left.
“He’ll be working from home for a while.”
“What? What do you mean by a while?” You looked at the (in)human resources woman, frowning.
Leon is alive, that’s all you know. Every single person you asked told you he’s having some rest.
You don’t feel ready for reaching out, either. You need to find out what’s happening first before doing something.
So you started observing more carefully. The few emails he sent always came through at the exact same times, so you figured they had been scheduled. He never attended meetings, and every time you asked where he was or how he was doing, everyone avoided the questions.
Screw it.
You sneaked into the lab when no one was around. One of the chemists had carelessly left his computer unlocked.
“Isolated. Antidote under development. Symptoms unstable.”
That's it. You needed to do something.
You went home. You sat on the couch and sent him a message:
“How are you doing? They told me you were working from home.”
Read. No answer.
You took a deep breath, and your intuition screamed that something was wrong. Really, really wrong. Worse than anything you had read at the lab. Your gut was practically begging you: "Don't call him."
But you did anyway.
“Hey.”
His voice was raspier than usual.
“Leon. You didn’t reply to my message.”
You heard a low groan. He took a deep breath.
“Can’t look at screens too much,” he explained, deadpan.
“How are you doing?”
You heard a soft gasp from the other end of the line.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. How are you doing?”
You did something that had worked before in these situations, something you both used to do: you started telling him, in a kind, careful tone, what had been happening at the office. Gossip, daily stuff, things you did outside of work. It helped you both take your minds off of whatever was happening.
He remained silent, and you assumed he was listening attentively. But you heard an uneven breath, low grunts, like he was desperately trying to suffocate them.
“Leon?”
“Please don’t call me again,” his murmur was broken, hoarse. “Not until I’m back.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
“Leon, you don’t sound good at all. Please tell me what’s happening. No one will tell me," you said, deeply concerned.
You could hear him panting, struggling, huffing, to try to calm himself.
“No. Don’t call me again, please.”
“Leon–”
He hung up.
This is not good at all. You grabbed your keys and your bag and rushed to Leon’s apartment. You thanked your past self for asking him for a spare key. As stubborn as he is, he won't open the door.
When you got to his apartment, everything was dark. You walked carefully and stealthily, not turning on the lights. Leon was there, sitting on his couch, his head tilted back, looking at the ceiling.
“You shouldn’t have come,” he murmured, already aware of your presence.
“After our phone call, I’m even more worried. Come on.”
He stood and strode toward you, moving faster than you expected. The moment he stopped in front of you, something felt off.
Leon was pale. Really pale. His irises were a pale, icy blue, intimidating even in the dark. His gaze had something wild, dark. It made you feel more like prey than a friend.
“Can I turn on the light?”
“No, no, please, don’t,” it was a desperate, rushed beg.
“I’m sorry,” you said, apologetic.
Leon took a deep breath.
“You should leave.”
Yes. You agree. Your intuition agrees.
You should leave.
And you should leave now.
This situation was too weird. It’s him, yes, not like he wasn’t Leon anymore. He did the same thing he has always done with you: protect you when you’re in danger. Put your own safety before his.
“Is it contagious?” You asked, avoiding what he just said.
“I don’t know,” he said, in a bitter tone.
You didn’t even realize how: Leon was even closer to you. His gaze lingered on your lips, traveling along your jaw, until it finally locked onto your neck.
“You should leave.”
Now it was a whisper. He looked hypnotized, delighted. He was thinking of doing something, tempted, but he stood still, swallowing hard.
“You don’t want me to leave, don’t you?” You asked in a low voice, knowing you were walking on thin ice.
“No. That’s exactly why you should leave,” he murmured, a hoarse, severe voice that made your stomach hurt.
Why does he look more attractive than he already is?
You've been in love with him for a long time, and you'd be stupid to think he didn't feel the same way. More than once, the two of you had been on the verge of crossing the line between you. It was extremely dangerous, but tonight you wanted him more than you ever did. Why?
While you were lost in your thoughts, you felt his hands cupping your face, and you jolted.
“Leon, what the hell? You’re so cold.”
Instinctively, you grabbed his hands, still cupping your cheeks, and massaged them, trying to warm them up.
“Don’t. Don’t touch me,” he hissed.
“Sorry.” You let him go, looking down.
“No, no… I’m sorry. It’s not my intention. To hurt you.”
"Don't worry, I understand,” you responded, disheartened.
His cold fingers caressed your face, gently, and you looked back at him. While admiring you with deep devotion, he slid his fingers to your neck, brushing over your pulse. You shivered.
“Sorry,” he said, in an affectionate, low tone.
“It’s fine,” your tone was shy, but returning his intentions.
He remained silent for a while, his gaze shifted quickly through your torso, returning to your neck again.
“I like your neck,” he whispered, grazing your pulse with his thumb.
Leon’s voice was hoarse, sensual, intoxicating. Every single movement, every single touch, the look in his eyes, everything was too tempting to keep resisting.
This is a bad idea. Yes, a totally bad idea.
You should leave, now.
But you leaned in to give him a soft, still needy kiss. He grunted, with a heady fury, deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue inside of you, in an eerie rush. He took you in his arms, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, while he laid you on the couch faster than you expected, still gentle.
He got on top of you, wrapping one of his arms around your waist, and kissed you, brushing his tongue with yours, but never using his teeth, like he was holding himself back. His breath, lips, tongue and saliva were too cold. There was an urge and need that wasn't normal. You knew something wasn’t right, but you still captured his bottom lip, nibbling it gently.
Leon hissed and groaned, desperate, like you ignited an impulse inside him. He trailed off kisses, pressing harder, running his tongue through your lips, the corner of your mouth and your jaw, breathing heavily against your skin, until he reached your neck.
You could feel his breath over you, still cold. He was panting, grunting, kissing the spot where your pulse was with a rough excitement. Your chest hurts from the sensation, while you let out a whiny, needy mewl. He grunted and bit your neck, softly.
First, it was a gentle nibble that made you shiver and moan. When he heard your noises, he grunted again. It was a savage, loud growl, the sound of an animal more than a human.
After a few seconds, he bit down harder, piercing your flesh.
You let out a painful, vulnerable, loud moan, crying his name in desperation. But he didn’t listen. You felt your blood trickling down your skin, warm and thick, while he sucked your neck, anxious, completely out of his head.
Minutes later, the pain was tolerable, the dizziness curiously turning you on again. And like something snapped inside his mind, he let you go, his breath hitching.
He looked at you. His pupils were dilated, the icy blue still visible. His expression was unsettling: fury, excitement, greed, delirium, desire… and guilt.
“You should've left when I told you,” he growled, panting, gritting his teeth.
Leon opened his mouth slightly, showing you his teeth, involuntarily.
Your eyes widened in shock.
Fangs. Too long to be human.
He glared at your neck again, and now he looked proud of his work. His gaze felt like he was drunk in the savage bliss of a predator, finally able to hunt you.
“You saw them, huh?” he said in a raspy voice, giving you a lopsided grin to show you one of his fangs again.
His mouth was stained with your blood, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand, not wanting to waste any of it, sucking and licking his hand and his lips in a lewd gesture that would have grossed you out in another moment, but it looked dangerously tempting and hot. You wanted more, but you figured you'd already lost a good amount of blood, and you didn't know how much longer you'd be able to hold on if he kept going.
Why do you want something so twisted this much?
You pulled him down to kiss him again. You felt the metallic, salty taste of your blood lingering on his lips and tongue. His breath now felt like a cold iron that melted into your warm breath. Like he was in a hurry, he took off your clothes quickly, trying to not break the kiss, until you were bare naked beneath him.
Leon pulled away to admire your figure. His expression was thirsty, mesmerized, his lips tightened as his nose wrinkled, like he didn’t know what to do with you. He took off his tshirt, exposing his torso, not something you haven’t seen before due to years of missions and wounds, but now, in this context, it felt unbearably different.
He ran his cold hands though your body, in a devoted, still dark pace. He cupped your breasts, squeezed your flesh in every place he could. It gave goosebumps, it made you whine, and he grinned again, delighted by your reaction.
He found your lips again, and now the kiss was intense and passionate, softer than before. Leon was holding himself from something, but you felt that the friction of your bodies calmed him down a little. The sensation made him gasp and moan, earning soft whines from you too, while you felt his hands again caressing your body, until they were between your legs. He grazed your thighs softly with his fingers, until he cupped your pussy.
“I wanna eat you,” he whispered, heady, still moving his body to stimulate himself against you, his tone with a glimpse of guilt, “I wanna devour you so fucking much. I wanna kiss you and bite you everywhere. But not like this. I’m sure I’m gonna hurt you.”
Leon opened your legs enough to glide through your folds, testing every part of your pussy with the rough pads of his index and middle fingers, slowly. You squirmed to the sensation, gasping.
You could feel that the effect that your body had on him started fading. When he started rubbing circles over your clit, you moaned, and his fingers tensed. He cupped your pussy again, with enough care to not hurt you, but still enraged.
“Draining your neck got you so fucking wet? Shit… You’re driving me insane. You taste so good,” he gritted his teeth, and crashed his mouth into yours again.
You kissed again, aggressively, and you extended your hand toward his crotch, taking off his sweatpants. He wasn’t hard enough. It was a semi, but it was curious, since he looks horny as you right now. You tried to help jerking him off, but nothing happened.
“I’ve tried these days. But I can’t. I’ve been so damn horny, and I want to fuck you stupid so damn much, but I can’t. Fuck,” he snarled, panting, your pussy aching with his gravel, enraged, still aroused tone.
There was something curious about this whole situation, no doubt about it: even if his whole body was cold as ice, his cock was, actually, slightly warmer. That’s when you had an idea. An extremely risky, stupid idea.
You tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck.
“What if this is the solution?”
“No. Shit. Don’t even–”
Leon gritted his teeth, biting his lips, looking at your neck. Your proposal triggered a frenzy in him again, his thirst for your blood making his breath hitch.
“I trust you. I know you’ll stop if something happens,” you reassured him, panting, caressing his face.
He swallowed hard, leaning down to reach your neck, while you kept your right hand on his cock. He buried his face there, sniffing deeply to feel the smell of your blood, still fresh. He squirmed involuntarily in exasperating anticipation. He nibbed gently, first, testing and licking, and you whined softly to the sensation. Now, with slightly more care than the first time, he bit you, growling as he sank his teeth into your neck.
While he was drinking your blood like a thirsty man who spent weeks in the desert, you squeezed his shaft gently, pumping and stroking it, quickening the pace little by little. He grunted, sucking and biting harder, and you gritted your teeth, trying to endure the pain. You continued jerking him off, and he let out muffled moans that vibrated on your neck, giving you blissful goosebumps.
After a few seconds, he let go of your neck and grabbed your right hand, leaving it resting on his shoulder. A pleased hum escaped him as he swallowed the remaining blood in his mouth.
Now he finally was rock hard. He slid one finger inside your cunt, moving it slowly, and you mewled, with your thighs trembling. He let a few seconds pass before sliding a second finger in, curving his finger to reach your g-spot and rubbing your clit with his thumb. You moaned loud, whimpering his name, helpless.
He placed his tip in your entrance, stroking himself, and chuckled, completely entranced. He approached your ear, in a dangerous, calculated movement, licking his lips.
“You shouldn't have come,” he groaned, in a delirious, animal heat. “Now you’re mine. You’re mine. All mine. Mine. Mine.”
Leon kept repeating the same words, over and over again, possessively, still jerking off, until he spread you open, burying himself inside you at a torturing, slow pace. He was big and thick enough to make you feel overwhelmingly full. When he finally bottomed out, you gasped, squirming, wrapping your legs around his waist and placing your hands on his back, your nails already scratching him.
His thrusts were erratic, rocking his hips as if he couldn’t find a way to feel completely comfortable inside you. It was greedy, but understandable in his situation.
You were desperately horny to not be sure if the dizziness was due to the arousal or the blood you lost. But you won’t lie: everything felt insanely delightful. Enough to clench him, to roll your hips trying to follow his rhythm and find more friction. His lips found yours in an anxious, sloppy kiss. You moaned in his mouth, and he growled in yours in response, gripping your hips with enough strength that you’re for sure waking up with bruises tomorrow.
That’s when he finally could find the trigger he needed to keep going. In the few seconds of sanity he had, he pushed in trying to reach your g-spot, and you slid your fingers to your clit, rubbing it anxiously.
When Leon saw you touching yourself, he looked at you with a dark, almost frightening expression. He growled again, rolling his eyes and biting his lip with an intoxicating, savage gaze. He slammed fast into you, ruthlessly, his dick throbbing in your walls while you squeezed it, your mind totally cockdrunk, on the edge of your climax.
A part of your brain shut down as you started trembling, the feeling of his thrusts more intense, you clit aching from the arousal. You only needed to hear him growl again to turn your moans into an incoherent mumbling that finally ended you.
You arched your back shuddering as your orgasm bursted. It felt like shockwaves, an electricity that disheveled you while you whimpered and cried Leon’s name, contracting your thighs, your whole body convulsing and spasming, while your fingers were still trying to find new spots on your pussy to sparkle more feelings.
He was observing you carefully, fucking you through your orgasm, feasting his eyes with your gestures, still like a hunter, a predator who was calculating his next move. He switched his position to a mating press, eyes on you, a wild stance, thrusting roughly, until his movements turned erratic again. He was blissed out, heady, about to reach his release.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna–”
Leon gritted his teeth, frowning, looking down and squeezing his eyes shut, cursing under his breath incoherently. His cock throbbed violently as he came inside you, and he growled loud again, grabbing your ass with fury, his body with shocking spasms while his cum filled your pussy. A final vulnerable moan came from his throat while he sighed deep.
You looked at him, your body already limp, boneless. You tried to catch your breath again, the dizziness worsening as the adrenaline faded. His grip loosened, his chest still heaving, but he looked in trance, almost lost. You took his hand, brushing it gently, and his eyes met yours, bringing him back to earth.
Leon took a deep breath and avoided your gaze again.
“That was insane,” he whispered, still confused, his voice broken trying to catch his breath too.
“Are you feeling better?” You asked softly, concerned.
“I feel… really good. What about you?”
His tone felt like he was starting to feel embarrassed. You didn’t say anything for a while.
“I feel… really good too,” you said, shyly.
“Good,” he said, nodding, awkwardly. “Let me–”
He let you go, hissing to the sensation. He sat beside you while you were still lying on the couch.
“We just had unprotected sex,” he said, worried.
“I’m on the pill, don’t worry about that.”
“Okay. It’s just that–”
Leon paused, obviously conflicted.
“I wanted this to happen someday. But not like this. I wanted to treat you right,” he added, swallowing hard, until he took a deep breath.
“I… I love you.”
You remained silent for a while, and reached his hair, caressing it softly.
“I love you too. It was amazing anyway. A good memory of our first time.”
Leon smiled at you, amused, taking your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours. Your eyes widened in surprise.
“Leon.”
“What is it?”
“You’re blushing.”
“I just confessed. What are you expecting?” He smirked, embarrassed.
“No, it’s not that.”
You let go of his hand and touched his cheek. His skin was warm again.
“Show me your teeth.”
He did as you told. The fangs were gone.
“Looks like this was indeed the solution,” you grinned, content.
He let out a soft laugh.
“Looks like it. But now, we need to give you a blood transfusion before you pass out.”
“Fuck… right.”
“Wait.”
He put his sweatpants on and went to the kitchen, returning with a blood bag.
“Are you expecting me to drink it, Mr. Vampire?” You asked, teasing him.
“Of course not. They brought me a few so I could control myself a little. Didn’t work of course. Come here.”
It’s not the first time you and Leon have to do something like this. Giving each other blood transfusions was practically something you could do on the go during missions.
“Will I make it, doctor?” You pouted, ironically.
“We’re not joking about this one, okay?”
“Grumpy.”
The next day, Leon reported that the symptoms had disappeared, without giving any details. After a few exams, he was able to return to the office and resume his missions as usual.
When you moved in together, there were some nights when he felt a little colder and more agitated. But the warmth of your body was enough to calm him down.
Ok, I know that in devildom they didn't have sunlight but… let's just pretend that this takes place in lesson 41 or they went to the human world just for this nap lol
After finishing this i realized how faded my drawing was This took me 16 hours and 32 minutes so y'all better appreciate it And yes I straight up cut out those gold thingy in his clothes from the og pic and put it in this slop. I feel like a fucking narcissist but I'm really REALLY proud of this one hejehehwjhwheh.
ANYWAYS thanks to a friend of mine I got mad and finished this ASAP today. Also please ignore how bad those wings on his shoulders look, it my first time drawing those My phone got sooo laggy that I-
I was lowkey thinking about tweening this but that would be a lot of work plus i SUCK at it so I'm still thinking about it lol. I was having a stroke when I was trying to render his hair btw.
Also I really really love giving my bae piercings so deal with it heh.
here are the credits whom I used for references!!!
the artstyle i use for drawing is heavily inspired by an artist Jabesa__ on twt so please check them out if you like this artstyle. she's goated at drawing. and yes i also used the colour pallete from one of her arts since I absolutely suck atcolouring so I always have to use references for colouring since I'm still a learning artist! I took the pose from the chainsaw man Manga vol 14 first chapter 113 in page no. 24 though this probably doesn't matter lol and no I DIDN'T trace it from the manga panel cuz I always make the sketch traditionally first then take a pic and trace over my sketch in ibis paint cuz I draw in a small ass phone with my damn index finger. Now no one can accuse me of anything mwahhasjajahahaha.
