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Hi I'm Neo, I'm 19. I currently write for resident evil, Ada and Leon only. Ada hate will not be tolerated, any trolls or antis will be blocked immediately. Yes you won't even be replied to.
These are all my current works so far, this will be updated regularly and pinned to my blog for easy access. If the work is nsfw it'll have a little አnext to the title. Here are my current WIPS. Also I only write for female reader because that's what I'm comfortable with.
DO NOT send me duplicate asks. what is that? for example if someone sends me a detailed request but then sends that same request to another writer. It's unfair for me and that other writer so just don't please.
What I write for:
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Will: dubcon, angst, vampires, any kind of knife/gun play, some dead dove stuff, basically anything that isn't in the won't section.
Won't: water sports, anything to do with faeces or vomit, pedophilia, underage reader, werewolves/alpha stuff, Pure incest with blood relatives.
RE9 is coming out next February guys, who do we think is going to make an appearance? I lowkey think weâre gonna have Leon and Jill possibly Chris.. honestly idm Jill or Claire my baby đ hoping ada will make an appearance to tbh.
finishing up some smaller things from my wip folder before i buckle down and work on the big stuff again. here's this doofy little fluff piece.
characters included: chris redfield, leon kennedy, jill valentine, ada wong
content: fluff. just fluff. established relationship. mildly ooc behavior for the sake of fluff (also known as being in a relationship and acting stupid)
You found it on TikTok - or maybe it was Instagram, or Facebook - doesn't matter. One of the media conglomerates had given you a horrible idea about how to tease your loving, devoted partner.
It's simple - when they said 'I love you' before they left for work, you just wouldn't say it back. What could go wrong?
Chris Redfield âȘ
Did not notice. Secure. In his lane. Unbothered. Probably not moisturized. (Get him a nice oil, fragrance free. He'll like it more if you massage it into his muscles for him, spend a little extra time smoothing along the curve of his spine, up and over the tightness of his shoulders.)
If you're at the point with Chris where he's saying âI love youâ in place of a goodbye, he doesn't need to hear you say it back. He's confident in your relationship. Hearing it is just a nice bonus.
You're going to get your own feelings hurt here. Sent yourself into a spiral. Like, damn, does he not listen? Does he not care? What the fuck is his deal?
Chris is legitimately confused when you bring it up to him later. Doesn't get the point of the whole thing. âWhy wouldn't you just say you love me?â Head cocked to the side, so puppy-like you can practically see the velvety ears flopping over.
Really doesn't do the whole social media thing. Even when you show him videos as an example, he's just shrugging. "I'm pretty sure those are skits, honey. No one really reacts like that."
If only he knew. Hey - at least now you know that Chris is perfectly content in your relationship and won't let anything silly like this bother him. It's just a sign to ramp up the pranks - more practical jokes, less subtle, harmless emotional manipulation.
That's what you thought, at least, but when Chris flips the light off that night and sidles up behind you in bed, strong arms slipping around your middle and tugging you back to him, his voice rumbles in your ear - "You gonna tell me you love me, or is this gonna be a problem?"
And Chris is really good at extracting confessions. How badly do you actually want to get some sleep tonight?
Jill Valentine âȘ
Doesn't seem to have noticed that you ignored her. Walked right out the door without missing a step, didn't even glance back. Her car pulls out of the garage, her sunglasses on - she seems entirely unbothered.
Oh, sheâs bothered.
Jill Valentine is Not Pettyâąïž. And she does not pout when her partner doesn't say âI love youâ back. She's in a pissy mood at work for a completely unrelated reason. She's not returning your texts because she's busy at work, not because she's trying (and failing) to give you a taste of your own medicine.
She definitely doesn't carry that storm cloud all the way home with her, doesn't rain on your parade when you cheerfully announce that dinner's ready and on the table.
You're trying everything you can think of to cheer her up. Asking about work got you a noncommittal shrug. You'd offered to draw a bath for her - or (preferably) for the both of you, but she'd dismissed the idea, talking about how it would take up too much time.
She didn't have the heart to shrug you off when you started massaging her shoulders. Despite your silence in the morning, you were clearly intent on taking care of her. Maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe you just hadn't heard her.
Her palm presses against your cheek, turns you to face her. She searches your eyes for a moment, her gaze unreadable. "Thanks for dinner. I love you."
Nothing. Fucking nothing. "You're welcome."
Jill knows that look on your face, that shit-eating grin that you're trying to cover up by glancing down, by pretending to be flustered. Her hands grip your hips. She manhandles you into her lap, chair scraping against the floor to make room for the both of you.
"Okay - spill. What's up with you?"
Once you explain, she's not mad about the whole thing, not really. But you can't help but notice that she's been withholding kisses lately, and-- wait.
Fuck. Now she's turned the tables on you.
Leon Kennedy âȘ
Keeps finding new and inventive ways to double back inside the house. He's not going to outright ask you what's up - that would make him look desperate, which heâs totally not. Heâs definitely not concerned at all that you didnât complete your morning ritual and send him out the door with an âI love youâ. Heâs a big boy - this isnât high school, this is his very mature, very adult relationship.
Excuse number one: âSorry, forgot my keys,â as he makes a show of dropping his keys out of his pocket, onto the living room floor. His eyes are on you when he reaches to grab them. Leon tosses them in his hand, making as much noise as he possibly can. âAll right, love you.â
You hold strong. Still no âlove youâ back. Heâs gone for all of 60 seconds when he comes back with excuse number two: âAh, damn, forgot my badge. Iâd lose my head if it wasnât attached.â
His badge is attached to his belt. You can literally see it. When you point that out to him, he makes a show of being relieved, goes so far as to press a kiss to your temple, and says, âGod, what would I do without you? Love ya. Have a good day.â
But you hold strong. Until excuse number three:
âBabe, have you seen my gun?â
You laugh, which only makes him laugh - and then he hits you with âno, seriouslyâ while he leans against the doorway, hip cocked. Heâs got you figured out by now, knows that if he can make you laugh then youâre not doing this because youâre mad at him or anything. He can't even be mad when you explain it to him. He can only warn you:
"I'm gonna get you for this. Now, c'mon - say it."
Ada Wong âȘ
I don't know why you would do this to her to be honest. She just said âI love youâ. You should be marking your calendar and turning this into a holiday.
She doesn't say it often, at least not while you're conscious. Whether she presses her sentiments into your hair while you sleep against her, drooling against her collar bone, is up for debate. You have no hard evidence and she'll deny the allegations.
It simultaneously is and is not a big deal. She didn't say it because she craved the validation of having you repeat it to her. She said it because she meant it. There's so few concrete truths about herself that she can share with you, but that was one of them. Does it sting a little not to have it returned? Maybe.
She turns the moment over and over in her head, letting it haunt her. You had given her time, she thinks, why can't she give you yours? But your silence is a specter that tinges every moment. It creeps at the edges of every thought, itâ
âHey, you forgot your coffee.â
She turns to see you in the door of your apartment, hanging from the frame with one hand, her cup extended to her in the other. She clicks back to you in her stilettos, and your press a kiss to her cheek when she claims her drink. The guilt of it all ate at you before you could let her leave your sight. âLove you. Be safe.â
She'd spiraled before she even got down to the parking lot. Total loser in love.
Disclaimers: P in V, both Leon and reader are virgins, unprotected sex, cussing and fingering.
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âIâve tested you on this one so many times, maybe we should just stop working.â You yawned, stretching your arms behind your head.
âWell ok then I guess.â Leon mumbled, placing his Bio textbook face down on your desk, adjusting his glasses to peer over at you.Â
Oh. your tank top had ridden up and he could just see a tiny bit of your hot pink bra showing.
He turned red looking away quickly and coughing. âSo uh I was wondering, have you ever been asked out?â
You perked up raising your head at his question, your top falling down into its original place. âYeah one or two times, but more or less it was a prank. You know like hey let's see who can get in that nerds pants first kind of being asked out.â You shrugged your shoulders, not seeming bothered.
âOh..â He stumbled over his words. âIâm sorry I didnât know people could be so cruel..â You chuckled at him, tossing a hand in the air. âItâs no biggie, seriously Leon, and besides I already like someone.â
He froze at those words. You already liked someone? âOh.. mind telling me who it is, I mean I am your best friend after all.â He grinned.
God he really had no clue, you wanted to kiss his stupidly perfect face so badly it hurt your heart a little. âWell Iâm not sure about that.â
âOh..â He looked dejected staring at his lap. You bit your lip feeling slightly regretful so you spoke up. âWell I could give you clues.â Leonâs head shot up after that. âYes Iâd like that.â
âWell..â You sat cross legged. âHeâs taller than me, has a nice physique and he just has the cutest smile Iâve ever seen.â
Leon huffed, âThatâs so generic, Iâll never get the right answer.â he rolled his eyes at you.
âWait, you didnât let me finish yet.â You poked him in the side. âOh ok.â He said sitting up, you wouldnât be surprised if he grew a tail and it started to wag.
âHeâs got the softest hair, it's a nice sandy colour, his eyes are the shade of the ocean and heâs my best friend but I donât know how to tell him.â You choked on the last word staring at Leon, hoping that he felt the same.
He couldnât believe his ears, you liked him? This was the greatest news heâd ever heard and he wanted to spin you around and around and-Â
âLeon, are you ok? Sorry if you donât feel the same I-â
He captured his lips on your own, grabbing the fabric of your tank top and grasping it. You gasped when he let go, your lips popping and you stared at him starstruck.
âThat was my first kiss..â
âIâm sorry I shouldnât have-â You grabbed him by his t-shirt going back in for round two. At first Leon was hesitant, not wanting to go too far. Heâd tried to learn how to kiss good multiple times, so he just hoped he was doing good. You both crashed onto your bed, Leon caging you between his arms so as to not crush you. His tender kisses he was leaving down your jaw and neck made the sensations in your stomach burst, you could feel yourself becoming wet from his kisses grinding up on him.
The string of spit that left your lips still connected to his made Leon hard. He wiped it away looking at you. Flustered and the shade of a tomato, he wondered if you wanted to take it further.
âLeon please, I need you.â You whispered. He nodded at you squeezing your calf. âHow about we revise first?â You looked at him confused. âYou canât be serious Leon.â He shook his head at you, âNot what you're thinking, we can visually revise our human anatomy now canât we.â You were lost for words, how was this the same guy that begged you to play monopoly with him.
âIâd love it.â You watched him kneel in front of your sprawled out body. âMay I?â He looked at your shorts. âYeah please take it off.â He nodded, pulling off your shorts, and slowly began to peel off your panties. The strings of slick that were attached made him groan, a noise youâd never heard before.
âFuck me.â He whispered under his breath, once he had a crystal clear view of your pussy and your cute clit. âLeon, are you ok?â You said worriedly, beginning to shift.
âIâm fine, just relax baby just relax I got this.â âWait Leon, Iâm.. Iâve never done this before so please be gentle.â Leon paused, âItâs ok baby weâre just two virgin morons trying to figure it all out.â That made you laugh, holding his hand tighter.
His singular finger that ghosted over your pussy began to spread your folds. Collecting your fluids and smearing them over his double digits. He found your clit with little to no effort, and began to slowly circle it. That made you whine, your whole clenching on nothing as he began to get faster and faster. He stopped all of a sudden the build up stopped. He began to ease his finger inside your pussy, causing you to whimper and shiver against him.
When his finger was half way in he started to pull it out again before pushing it backing in. He pumped his one finger in and out to get you nice and stretched for his cock. âMore.â You said hoarse, gripping Leon's free hand. âOk.â He smiled at you, kissing your forehead as he added another digit. You could feel yourself clenching around his fingers as you came harder than you had ever done with your own fingers. You groaned as he removed his fingers from your cunt before shakily sucking one tasting your juices.
âYou taste so good, I want you to sit on my face.â He whined on his knees in front of you, he was begging for it. You pulled your t-shirt over your head brandishing the fuschia coloured bra you were wearing. âMaybe next time, I just want to uh⊠do it you know?â
He raised a brow at you, a quizzical expression splayed across. âOh ok I get it, so you want me to fuck you?â your throat turned dry and your words were stuck inside the tunnel of your dry throat. âYes.â You whispered, hoping he even heard your answer.
Leon had you lay back on the comfort of your soft pillows, propping one leg onto his shoulder (Heâd seen the position in a porn video) before lining himself up with your entrance. âRelax fâme yeah? Iâm just as nervous as you, Jesus.â
He bit his lip, holding back a moan as your warm, firm hole squeezed him as he pushed through the ring of muscle. âOh fuck your so.. Tight, I donât want to cum yet.â He pushed in further before his hands landed on your hips, showing that this was all new to him. You gasped as he began to rut into you, his hips moving gently to lessen the pain of popping your cherry.
âYou're so pretty you know that? God I love watching your tits when weâre studying.â He groaned into your ear, hot breath fanning over it causing shivers to erupt though your body. âPerv.â He smiled at that, the boyish grin he had made your stomach flutter. âLeon... I'm gonna cum.â You drew him nearer with your arms wrapped around his neck and your lips trailing over as you both moaned.
âCome for me then baby, donât hold back.â With his hair falling in front of his face and his hands tightening around your hips to push you into the bed, Leon murmured to you. He spread your thighs apart with one hand while massaging your clit with the other. As he played with the small bundle of nerves between your inner thighs, his fingers moved sensually and at a medium rhythm. As you clamoured and squeezed around his cock.
âNgh leon Iâm cumming fuck!â You grinded against him as you came wrapping your legs around his waist like a spider's web. âF..fuck me to.â He sealed his eyes shut before pulling out of your little hole cumming all over the mound of your pussy.
âThat was amazing.â You were out of breath as you tugged leon down next to your own body. Sprawled out like this not giving a shit that your Bio exam was tomorrow. âYeah it was great, so does this mean weâre a thing now?â He stammered, twisting and pulling at his fingers.
âOf course.â You cupped his face in your hands, his soft skin dimpling between your fingers. You kissed his dusky moles, his cleft and lastly his forehead.
wanna see ada dressed as a cat maid so bad. i think sheâd be grumpy at first b/c she doesnât really see the appeal in it but she does it for her s/o. beg her to meow for you and sheâs like âdonât push itâ but really sheâs just embarrassed to be in that type of situation đ„ș
I found this RE6 Ada mod but there's no cat ears but RE4R Ada has them!
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Oh she would be really grumpy, she would hate it so much but she couldn't say no to you. As long as you didn't take pictures she's fine with it, but she's going to give you a firm no if you try and make her meow. Besides she really isn't a cat, she has to keep reminding you that. But seeing you become so excited like a kid buying candy she relaxed a bit for your sake.
Although she still didn't understand why your always comparing her to a cat, but her agility and skulking says otherwise. A black cat suited her, so of course you got her matching black cat ears.
âAll you wanted was for me to dress up in a frilly dress and a pair of cat ears?â
You contained your excitement before babbling yet again on how she is basically half cat. Ada sighed before covering your mouth with her palm.
âYou really are something.. Iâll give you that.â
NAHH NOT THE FART ANONS đ theyâve been in my inbox too i wanna bite smth anytime i get my hopes up ab anons. i genuinely love thirsts but the second i see âcan u write him fartingâ iâm like âčïž
also ok iâve gotta glaze a lil cherry bomb is so fucking yummy⊠i reread it every time u reblog i LOVE LOVE LOVE fboy leon aghâŒïž
TY LMAO? Cherry bomb was rushed asf. And it's the worse piece of work i've done appreciate it đ
Summary: You and Ada are 'friends', you give her a place to stay to recuperate and occasionally a spot in your bed, though she always leaves. Until this morning.
Word count: 1403
Additional tags: implied smut, friends with benefits, fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love
Author's note: This has been sitting in my drafts forever and I finally got it finished... just in time for Separate Ways! In fact I'm posting this while waiting for it to finish downloading lol
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Ada wasn't one to hide what she wanted. She took whatever she set her eyes on, digging tooth and nail in and refused to let go. It didn't matter what it was, if she wanted it, she got it.
From you especially.
Countless times she'd appear at your doorstep and barely give the door a chance to close before she was on you. Sometimes it was equal, sometimes she just wanted whatever she could take from you.
Tonight was just that.
You couldnât think, the feeling of Ada's hands over your skin leaving goosebumps in their wake, stealing your breath. Sheâd barely touched you, whispering praise to you as she moved her hands under your shirt, her lips over yours as she took everything you willingly gave. With every movement she stole your breath, slowly pulling your shirt away from your skin as if you were a present to be unwrapped.
âAda,â you whispered, barely able to speak, your lungs itched from the lack of breath as she pulled the fabric still covering you away.
A quiet hum left her lips, the only acknowledgment of her listening to you, her focus completely on your skin. Her hands never stopped moving, pulling away every piece of fabric, leaving only the matching pendant you both wore. A gift from her. A promise sheâd always come back, even if she never spoke the words aloud.
âAda,â you whispered again, your voice even quieter than before, closing your eyes and pulling at her dress. Her name a prayer on your lips. âWhat about you?â You could barely speak, yet you forced the words out, your hand resting on the hem of her dress, fingers skimming over the top line and over her breast, the other tangled in her hair.
âLater,â she promised, pulling her lips away from your neck and moving downwards, away from your hand not tangled in her hair. She doesnât stop until sheâs got you pinned under her, skin exposed and breathless, only able to say her name.
Later never came. She doesnât let you move away until sheâs had her fill, leaving you exhausted until you fall asleep on her.
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You woke up hours later as you felt the bed shift around you, a sudden gust of cool air hitting your skin as the blankets moved. You looked over, watching as Ada slowly got out of bed, slipping out from under the covers. As she stood up she stretched, arms high above her head, searching around for her clothes. She moved quietly, avoiding the creaky floorboards as she got dressed. One of the few times you could watch without interruption, to see her be herself. No front put up, just the woman you loved.
"Where are you going?" you finally asked quietly. You kept your eyes on her as she tried to sneak away without waking you. Sunlight crept through the curtains, lit her up, making her look like the most beautiful painting in the world. A masterpiece that no one else got to see but you. Your heart ached at the sight, knowing what followed.
Ada stopped as she heard you, sighing quietly. "You know I can't stay," Ada murmured, looking over her shoulder at you.
"Just for a little bit longer," you said softly, as you lifted your head from the pillow and looking up at her. "I'll make you breakfast." Ada begun to protest, yet you got up out of bed before she could utter a word. Any protests were ignored as you grabbed a shirt and walked over to her. No sense in modesty when just a few hours ago she had you trembling under her, begging for more.
âDonât feed me â I will come back,â Ada warned, raising an eyebrow as you grabbed her hand and pulled her along, away from the bedroom before she could fully understand what was going on. Despite the numerous times Ada had stayed the night sheâd never gotten a good look at the house, all her focus always on you. She had no choice but to follow you, not knowing where anything but your room and the door were. A lapse in care, the only place that was completely safe.
âMaybe thatâs what I want,â you replied, keeping a tight hold on her hand. "I do need extra time to properly take care of you," you add as you lead her towards the small kitchen. The room was just as small as the rest of the house, though it didnât feel cramped. Ada followed, wondering what your plan was. You never hid your feelings from her, not that there was any reason to â Ada wouldâve known otherwise.
Ada followed behind wordlessly, allowing you to pull her wherever you wished, a stark contrast to the previous night. You never were this controlling with her â you always let her take the lead in everything, never pushing her for more. This was new, even if it was just pushing for something as small as staying for breakfast.
âDo you have any allergies?â you asked as the two of you walked into the small kitchen. You let go of her hand and walked over to a cupboard, opening it and revealing many filled jars within. All home canned food, labeled and organized to be out of the way. A small reveal into the life Ada walked away from, the domestic, safe life you led while she was away.
âNo,â Ada replied, sounding surprised by the question. You heard the surprise in her voice, it was a question she was rarely asked, though it was an expected question to you.
âGood,â you replied, letting her hand go, freeing her from your grasp as you went into the kitchen and began to work. You pulled a filled jar out of the cupboard and emptied it into a small pot warming it up. As you warmed the food up, you stole quick glances at Ada, weakly attempting to hide it. Ada noticed but said nothing, walking closer and watching you work. She was enamored with watching you work, with getting to see you do something so simple yet something youâve never done for her.
She watched you carefully, finally able to admire you without interruptions, only stepping back out of the way as needed. This was a big change of pace from the previous night, it was calmer, soothing, domestic. No adrenaline rush, no time limit, just two almost lovers existing together.
The food was ready within a few minutes and you split it between two bowls, placing a bowl of steaming food in front of Ada on the table in the corner of the kitchen. âHere you go,â you said, moving over to put your own bowl down and sit down, waiting for Ada to sit as well.
Ada joined you, sitting down across the table from you. âThank you,â she murmured, taking a bite of the food. She didnât say anything as she ate, enjoying the food. You both ate in silence, each sneaking glances at one another. Almost every time you looked up at her, Ada caught you, though she didnât look away until you looked away first.
âSo? Have I convinced you to keep coming back?â you asked as Ada finished the last bite of her food. A simple question, yet full of hope, though you tried to hide it, not wanting to seem desperate for Adaâs attention. You didnât want to push her away.
Ada looked over at you, a small smile on her lips as she studied your reaction. "Yes, you have,â she replied. She didnât say anything else, nothing else was needed. She was always going to come back, no one else made her feel this comfortable by simply existing around her. You cooking her breakfast just gave her an excuse to stay a little longer.
"Good," you murmured, standing up and taking her hand once again. "Now let me take care of you properly," you add as you gently pull her to her feet, leaning in to kiss her.
Ada leaned in immediately, lips meeting yours, stealing your breath. Her free hand went to your waist, holding on to you tightly as if you'd leave otherwise, an anchor to keep you still.
She pulled away from the kiss long enough to pull you back to your bedroom, her hand never leaving yours.
