Depression wasn’t anything Leon couldn’t handle. When you were feeling down, he’d do everything in his power to keep you with him. After a long day, he came right home to you. ♡ Re2r Leon / Depressed! Reader Comfort.
tags: comfort, cuddling, established relationship, fluff + drabble.
Leon hated seeing you this way. He hated it, but he still loved you. He hated what was taking you from him. If he could reach into your body and fix you, he would. But he couldn’t, and neither could you. He thought maybe enough kisses on tear stained cheeks and saying he loves you could keep you there. Maybe it could. It had worked so far. He knew one thing though—he’d love you through it. No matter what.
You’d spent the day in bed, not having it in yourself to make a productive day. The typical ‘what’s the point?’ dragged you down. You felt lazy .. but Leon would never let you call yourself that. He’d assure you that wasn’t the case. He knew what it was like to fight battles that other people can’t see. Hell, even when eveyone could see it.
Leon took days off work, canceled plans, anything to spend more time with you. He’d gotten off early that day, making his way to the bedroom you shared. “You awake?” He asked, kicking off his shoes at the doorway. You rolled over in bed to look at him. His eyes searched your form, observant and quiet. He sounded worried, but he couldn’t help it. When you loved someone that much, it was impossible not to worry.
“No.” You mumbled, watching him pull off his uniform. It was domestic and normal to be like this. If only you felt half-way normal. You could’ve been a doting housewife, not girl interrupted. But Leon loved you anyway. He laughed at your response. “Yeah you are. You’re looking at me, unless you sleep with your eyes open.” He kicked off his uniform pants and stood beside you in bed. “I’m glad you’re home.” You said, looking up at him. He’d made himself comfortable, already pressing a kiss to your lips. “Me too. I missed you today.” He mumbled against your mouth, pulling away to kiss your cheek. “I missed you more,” You whined, pulling him onto the bed with you. He went with ease, lying on the messy duvet beside you.
It was sickly sweet. Puppy love, but something deeper than that. Leon felt useful, wanted. Needed. You made him feel that way and he liked it. Plenty of people would’ve ran the other way, but not him. “Don’t worry,” He gathered you in his arms, pulling you against his chest. He was warm and smelt musky after a long day. “I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed the top of your head and rubbed his cheek against your scalp. He stayed because he loved you. Because he cared. He didn’t have to risk losing his job for calling out of work so often, or stop by your favorite restaurant, or even drive you to your therapy sessions. But he wanted to.
“Were you .. Were things alright today?” He asked, trailing his fingers up your bare arm. He’d pressed his lips to those scars before, and promised you were just as beautiful as the day he met you. It didn’t scare him off, if anything he wanted to love you enough to make up for the parts you couldn’t love.
“Something wrong?” He held you tighter when you didn’t answer.
“No. Nothings wrong. M’ just tired.” You murmured, nuzzling against his chest. Warm .. safe. You felt safe with Leon. Tired. You were always tired, but he tried to not be overbearing. If you couldn’t get out of bed, he’d carry you to the bath himself. He’d wash your hair and comb it out with his fingers. He would kiss away the tears that fell. It made moments like these calm. “I need you to tell me if something’s up.” He rubbed from your elbow to your fingertips.
You usually kept it to yourself. Not wanting to worry someone who already had so much on his mind. He brought your fingers to his lips. “I would tell you.” You said, feeling him kiss at your fingers. You watched blue eyes flutter shut, and cup his face with your hand. “Good. I know .. I needed to be sure you were alright.” He said it like it was true. You weren’t, and you both knew it. But Leon would never push you, or misunderstand it. You nodded, stroking his cheek with your thumb. He was blushing, always shy when you touched him so intimately. “I’ll manage. I always do.” You reassure him, leaning in to kiss his nose. A beautiful slope, your pretty boy.
“I know, I just .. I want to make sure you can.” He trailed off, opening his eyes to meet yours. “I’ll be here for you. If I can keep you safe and okay .. Happy. Then I promise, I’ll do everything in my power to keep you that way.” He squeezed you tight, his strong arms almost crushing you. “Remember that I love you?” He added, peppering kisses over your forehead.
“Mhm. I love you too.” You said it back, accepting his tender offers. “That’s my girl.” He rocked you against him, a comforting gesture. “Get some rest. I’m not leaving you.” He said softly. It was a promise. You’d remember that. You’d remember that he loved you, hurt and all. Leon would be there to patch your wounds and promise tomorrow is another day. You feared waking up, but waking up next to him made it worth it.
RE9!Leon who doesn’t understand your fascination and heat over that fucking quarter-zip. To him it’s tactical. The fabric is tight so it won’t get in the way. Sure, it looks fine, but he doesn’t see what all the fuss is about
He puts it in the wash after a mission, and you find it while you’re folding clothes. You run the fabric through your fingers. It’s soft from years of use. Smaller than you could’ve even imagined. A thought overtakes you.
RE9!Leon who comes home to find you looking at yourself in the mirror, his quarter-zip hugging your frame. And hug it does. Tight to every curve, dip and bend of your body. The fabric is smooth and tight over your hips, bunching slightly at the waist and is barely holding together at your chest. It’s a wonder the zipper hasn’t popped with the amount of cleavage trying to escape the its confines.
RE9!Leon who is suddenly very, very hard and very, very hot when he sees it’s all you’re wearing, hair still wet from a shower. You smile when you see him, cheeks still flushed from the steamy bathroom you just escaped.
“I just wanted to see how it would fit,” you say, turning in the mirror and giving him the full view of your ass rounding below the hem.
Leon thinks he must be dead. Or that something really, really likes him in the universe. He falls to his knees. He doesn’t care that he’s pushing fifty or that he just got home from a grueling day at work. You are a Goddess, and you deserve to be worshiped.
“What are you doing?” You ask with a short laugh as you see your man knelt on the floor looking up at you with such intense awe in his eyes it knocks the wind out of you.
“Baby,” he mutters, barely loud enough to be heard. “Fuck.”
“You okay, Lee?” You step toward him, running your hands through his hair. His big hands grasp the backs of your thighs, squeezing like it might bring him back to Earth.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, voice gravely with the weariness in his bones and the huskiness of just how fucking turned on he was by you.
You can’t help but grin. “Do you understand now?” You question, brushing your thumb over his lips.
He catches your wrist, turning his head to kiss your palm softly, with reverence. He can’t look away from you. Like a moth to a flame, he knows you’ll be his deciding fate. He’s not sure he minds.
Suffice to say there are now two quarter-zips. Anytime either of you tries to wear one you never make it out of the house.
Warnings:porn with plot, fingering,Established Relationship,Praise Kink,Fluff and Smut,oral (F! Receiving),Soft Dom,MDNI.
Synopsis: You and Leon had finally gotten married after years together. Now they were enjoying their beautiful wedding reception. Everything felt perfect. Still, Leon looked slightly impatient. It was clear he was counting every minute until they could slip away from the celebration and enjoy their long-awaited wedding night.
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You never imagined you'd get this far—that you'd actually marry Leon. It’s not like you hadn’t dreamed about it. Of course you had. You’d pictured him as your husband plenty of times. But those three years together had their ups and downs. Even though Leon was an amazing man, there were moments that tested you both: his demanding job, the long absences, and those times he’d disappear with nothing but a short text.
Still, you always waited for him. Leon never gave you a reason to doubt the immense love he felt for you. Being with him taught you how to really love someone—not just the easy, bright parts, but the rough ones too. You love every side of him, even the dark parts hardly anyone else knows about. You admire your husband so much. Despite everything he’s been through, he’s still the sweetest, most loving person you’ve ever met.
You know what it feels like to be loved and wanted. Leon loves showing it through gifts, sweet words, and quality time, even when his job makes it hard.
He proved to you that when someone truly loves you, they fight to keep you in their life no matter what. And that’s exactly what he did. Despite his own issues and his brutal career, he was always there, putting in the effort for you. You’re the light of his eyes. You gave him new hope and a reason to keep going. You’re his sweet girl, and he loves you with a depth most people never experience. He’d give his life for you without hesitation.
Leon isn’t an easy man, but he’s not hard to love either. No matter how much weight he carries from his past, his heart is worth every bit of effort.
The day he proposed was one of the happiest days of your life. You can’t say you were the only one who was incredibly happy.Leon was too, even if he looked visibly nervous. It was perfect. You never thought that trip to Italy would turn into the day he asked you to marry him.
And now here you both were, sitting at the main table, silently praying the reception would end so you could finally enjoy your wedding night.
All evening, your bridesmaids had been torturing Leon with some very spicy Polaroid photos. You would’ve killed to record his reaction to the first one. At first he just froze, eyes slightly wide and that familiar half smile on his face. But by this point in the night, he looked like he was at the end of his rope.
He kept coming over to you, searching for your lips or leaving soft kisses on your neck. There was no space between you. His hand rested on your waist, gripping the fabric of your dress with barely hidden urgency. Leon couldn’t hide his erection anymore and felt like a horny teenager, desperate to fuck you.
Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait much longer.
The second the reception ended, you practically ran to the vineyard cabin, laughing and stumbling the whole way. As soon as the door closed behind you, Leon had you pressed against the wall. His lips devoured yours with pure hunger, then trailed down your jaw to your collarbones and the neckline of your wedding dress.
He looked up at you, eyes full of emotion.
“I hope you had fun watching me suffer all night,” he murmured.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” you replied with a soft laugh.
Leon let out a low chuckle and rubbed his nose against yours.
“Baby… you think it was easy keeping it together while looking at those pictures of you? It wasn’t. You’re such a dirty girl, Mrs. Kennedy.”
He kissed you again, slower and deeper this time, gently cradling your face. The tender touch was such a contrast to the obvious desire vibrating through his whole body.
He kissed your neck urgently again. His hands searched for the zipper of your dress, but if he thought getting you out of it would be easy, he was dead wrong.
“Shit…” he muttered. “Baby, turn around.”
You turned, trying not to laugh at the situation. Leon carefully unhooked the top clasp and slowly dragged the zipper down. You could feel him smiling. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught that hungry look you loved so much.
When you turned back around, he carefully slipped the dress off you. The moment it hit the floor, you spoke up:
“Don’t even think about leaving it there.”
Leon rolled his eyes but obeyed, quickly draping it over a chair. His real priority was obvious: staring at the delicate, provocative lingerie you had on underneath.
“Baby, you look so fucking pretty…” he murmured, drinking you in.
His hands wrapped around your waist and slid up your back with pure devotion, caressing every curve like he was worshiping you. His fingers brushed over the delicate lace of your bra, but his patience finally snapped. He scooped you up, carried you to the bed, and sat you on the edge. Then he dropped to his knees in front of you.
With tenderness, he stroked your legs, leaving a trail of hot kisses from your knees up to the soft skin of your inner thighs.
“My sweet, pretty girl…” he whispered against your skin.
You gently caressed his cheek and leaned down to kiss his forehead. You still couldn’t believe you had the sweetest husband in the world, one who adored you with his entire being. That look full of love and desire sent a warm shiver through your whole body. You felt like the most beautiful woman in the world just from the way he looked at you.
He didn’t wait any longer. He pulled your panties down, and you shivered when you felt his hot breath on your sensitive skin. Your hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer with urgency. Leon didn’t resist. He placed soft kisses over your clit before his tongue started moving.
He licked your pussy greedily, tasting every drop. The way he ate you out was messy and hungry he buried his face between your thighs like he wanted to devour you. His lips sucked on your dripping folds, pulled your clit into his mouth with strong suction, then released it with a filthy sound before diving back in.
His hands caressed the sensitive skin of your thighs, fingers hooking into the garter you were still wearing. He held onto it while switching between sweet licks and harder sucking. You weren’t sure how much longer you could last. You were completely lost in the feeling of his hot, wet mouth on you. Your soft moans mixed with the dirty, wet sounds Leon made as he devoured you.
A familiar tension started building in your body. His fingers joined in, alternating between gentle scissoring and deep thrusts while he kept sucking on your clit without mercy. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably. He added a third finger, stretching you carefully, then rose up slightly, guiding you to lie back. He captured your lips desperately.
The sight was intoxicating: his three fingers—his ring finger with the wedding band shining with your juices—sliding in and out of your pussy.
“Leon… Leon, I’m gonna—”
You could barely speak.
““C’mon, baby.” he murmured against your mouth.
The kiss grew deeper, his tongue invading your mouth while you tasted yourself on him. You cried out against his lips as the orgasm hit. Your body shook hard you were definitely making a mess of his suit, but Leon didn’t care at all.
He kept fingering you through your orgasm, drawing it out until you started whining from the overstimulation. Only then did he slowly pull his fingers out and bring them to his mouth, licking them clean while looking at you with a satisfied grin.
He kissed your cheek softly, then captured your lips with tenderness. He rested his forehead against yours, eyes full of love and desire.
“My sweet girl… you’re my wife now,” he whispered. “And I’m gonna remind you of that all night long.”
English is not my first language, I’m so sorry about the grammar errors
Leon S Kennedy Character Studies - Throughout the Ages - On Top
FemReaderXLeon S Kennedy (established relationship, RE2, RE4, RE6, RE9)
Work Count: Each one is roughly 1k
Smut - No Minors 🔞
Just a little character study with our man Leon. Inspired by this song -- Pretty on Top
Other Ao3 Shit // More RE Fics
Warnings/Tags - SMUT, Oral, Penetration, Save a horse ride a RPD officer (i already put myself in timeout for that one...), Explicit Language, Car Sex, Questionable proofreading as it's just me and my thoughts...
RE2 Leon
Leon had just gotten home from another day of training. And you could see it immediately as he walked through the door. For his shoulders were slouched forward, his smile not there when he entered, and the bags growing under his eyes. But once he looked up and saw you, it was as if it was a new day. For his eyes brightened, his smile grew wide, and those shoulders were back in their upright spot. But no matter how often he tried to keep a positive attitude about everything, you knew just how tired he really was. So…clearly this evening would be the perfect time to try this…right?
“Hey…” you reach out for his hand, his closing around yours quickly. “Rough day?”
Leon nods, those bright blue eyes looking into yours now.
“Just one more week of this and then you’ll be an official cop. You got this.” You lean into him, a soft kiss on his lips before you find yourself pulling him a little. “But until then…I think tonight you could use a little…relaxation…this evening.”
You watch Leon’s eyes grow wide, his face a little confused as he follows your lead.
You could feel your cheeks burning, but you’ve been thinking about this…a lot. And while still early into you two living together it wasn’t like sex wasn’t happening. It was just more that sex between you two was a little…predictable. As Leon was always on top. And well…it was time to spice things up a little. Even though you were beyond nervous.
“Umm…lay down…” Your head was turned, your cheeks still as red as can be, as you try your best to lead the evening.
Leon looks at the bed then back to you, “Little late for a nap don’t you think?”
You bite your lip, “That’s not…”
Leon tries to look at you, but you keep turning your head, “Did you want to cuddle? Because I should shower first.”
You grab at Leon’s belt, your head moving back to him, but your eyes low as you keep avoiding eye contact, “I want to try something…”
Leon smiles, “Oh, okay! And what’s that?”
You voice grows soft, “I want to…be…you know…umm” your voice now trailing off to nothing.
Leon’s brows furrow, “You wanna what?”
You fingers grip down more on Leon’s belt, “I want to be…on top tonight.”
There was silence. One so thick that it felt like the world stopped.
But then.
“You want to be on…top?” Leon thinks, “oh…Oh…OH!” The sound of his belt loud as he pulls away. His fingers moving quickly as he tries to focus on undoing his pants.
He stumbles backwards as his leg was stuck in one of the pant legs. His socks halfway off as he moves quickly though them. A loud smile now plastered on his face as you watch him. All of this commotion causing your lips to move to a soft smile as the previous awkward feeling in the room was slowly fading.
“Shirt too? Wait, yeah of course shirt too…” Leon chuckles as he tosses everything to the side.
He moves back over to you, his hand coming up for your jaw as he pulls you in for a kiss. It a little sloppy as you could feel his excitement through it.
“Okay…I’ll just…” Leon gets himself on the bed, situating himself in the middle, “Oh wait…” He leans over to your nightstand, grabbing for a condom.
You take this moment to undress yourself and after the condom was on you slowly crawled your way over him.
Leon’s eyes grow wide as he watches you, “Shit, that’s hot…” his face now almost as red as yours.
You playfully cover his face with your hands, “Stop you’re embarrassing me.” The two of you laughing as you get yourself more comfortable. Your body now straddled over him.
“Sorry, sorry! It just slipped.” Leon grabs your hands, those baby blue eyes on yours again. And something about them calmed you back down.
“I- I might not be good at this…” You move yourself down a bit, getting yourself lined up better.
Leon smiles, “You’ll be great.”
You take in a deep breath in order to sike yourself up again. You mind racing as you’ve been playing this out in your head almost daily. Your mind trying to answer questions you didn’t have the answers to quite yet. Clearly experience the only way to give you those answers. Soon your hand reaching back as you moved his dick to your entrance. Your hips slowly moving back as you felt him up next to you.
But there was a little resistance. You try pushing back more, but that resistance was still there. And with this new situation you were in you were getting too nervous to do anything else. For you didn’t want to hurt him.
“Ummm…” you let out as you question what to do.
Leon grabs your waist, “Everything okay?”
You look at him, your hand still on the base of his length, “I think so…” But your face was red again, and with how close you were to Leon, you couldn’t hide it.
“Move your hand.”
Your head snaps to Leon, a furrow in your brow, but you bring your hand back up.
“Oh!” Your hands were flush on the blankets as Leon thrusts into you from below. His length now completely inside of you.
“Oh, fuck that feels good…” Leon pushes his head back into the pillows. Your eyes taking in his face as you settle back onto him.
You take a moment to adjust to him before leaning yourself back up. Your legs moving in as you balanced yourself over him. Leon’s hands fall a little, his fingers now on your hips as he presses down into you. And even though your nerves were still high you felt your legs begging to move up and down. Your hands grabbing at his wrists for balance.
Your movements were small, but enough for the both of you. The bed gently rocking underneath you two as you kept your steady tempo. The feeling of it all new for you in a way that warmed your center pleasantly. But after a couple of minutes, you felt it. Your thighs burning. And as you tried to push through it, your thighs needed a break.
“Sorry sweetie, I just need a little break…” You lean down, your chest now flush against his. Your head in the crook of his neck.
“But you feel so good…” Leon’s lets out a heavy breath, his hands now skimming over your back as he wraps his arms around your hips. “Next time…”
You turn your head, but before you could say anything Leon starts into you from below.
“Leon!” Your back arches to the feeling, his hips smacking into yours as he held on tight.
“Next time, next time you’ll be able to do it. But…fuck!” Leon’s tempo was steady as he rammed himself in you. “So pretty up there…know that bab-” And as your fingers curl into the sheets Leon lets himself go inside the condom. His hips falling into the mattress with yours on top.
“Sorry, that happened faster than I was expecting…” Leon leans up and kisses your cheek. His heavy breathing warming your face.
You smile at him and slowly wrap your arms behind his neck. Your cheek flush up to his as you two lay there.
“Give me like 10 minutes…” His breathing was still a bit heavy as he wrapped his arms around you, making sure you stayed close.
“For what?” You whisper
Leon turns his head to you more, “You didn’t finish…”
Your ears were perked, “Umm, it’s okay. This was about you, not me.”
Leon rolls you over, his body now above yours, “You’re gonna surprise me like that and I’m supposed to be okay with you going to bed unsatisfied. Nope. Not happening. That’s not what good boyfriends do.”
You laugh as you cover your face in a bit of embarrassment. Leon leaning down to shower you in kisses. “And who knows, maybe you’ll want to try again later.”
You pull your hands away from your face. A shocked expression now on there, “But I wasn’t very good…I didn’t even last five minutes…”
Leon smiles, “But that’s why practice makes perfect.”
RE4 Leon
The drive home was silent. Your body turned towards the passenger window as you questioned what to bring up first.
“What did I do now?” Leon finally breaks the painful silence
You shake your head as you close your eyes in a bit of frustration, “Didn’t think I’d have to spell out the situation.”
Your body sways a little as he turns a corner.
“Really?” Leon scoffs as he turns his head to look at you before turning to look back at the road.
You cross your legs tighter as you adjust your dress. For Leon’s dinner plans went south fast after he let something escape when you tried to pry about his last mission.
“Babe-” He pulls on the wheel, this turn sharp as he changes direction. “I’m sorry I brought her up okay. But you asked and I told you the truth. Not sure why I’m getting the cold shoulder for that…”
You turn to him this time, your eyes taking in what they could of the dark surroundings, “Because I had to pry it out of you. You’ve been home for months and never said a damn thing. And also you really think that Hunni-” Your eyes catch the glimmer of a lake as the trees being to let up, “Where are you going?”
You continue to look out the front window as Leon weaves through the trees. A lake making an appearance every now and again when the trees were sparce. And then the car slows, coming to a complete stop.
You shake your head a little, “What are we doing here?” You turn to Leon.
He doesn’t say anything. Just turns off the car, removes his seatbelt and gets out. Even when closing the door, it was gentle. But then soon your door opens and he offers his hand, “Just because you’re mad at me doesn’t mean I’m going to completely ruin the idea I had for this date.” He looks up at you, “And anyways I don’t want to go home mad, so ask, whatever you want and I’ll answer.”
You unbuckle your seatbelt slowly, a small smile trying its best to push through, but you do what you can to hold it back.
“Fine…” you place your hand in his and soon the two of you were making your way to a bench that oversaw the lake.
-
“Any other questions?” Leon drapes his jacket over your shoulders as your head falls. A gentle tug as he brings you in closer.
You look up to him, “Yeah, just one more.” You look back out to the lake, “Why here?”
Leon shrugs, your head following the movement, “Thought you would like it.”
You chuckle, “Yeah?”
Leon kisses the top of your head, “Yeah.”
And after that you two sit there in silence for a little bit. Your body moving in closer to his as the night was growing colder. Your arm wrapping around his stomach as you looked out to the lake. The reflection of the stars dancing on the surface.
“I am sorry…” Leon says with a sigh, “I should’ve said something earlier, but I just also knew that bringing her up would…” Leon grows quiet.
You chuckle, “Piss me off.”
Leon lets go of the held back breath, “You said it not me.”
You nuzzle your head on his shoulder, your body moving so you could get more comfortable up against him, “I know this won’t be the last, but just don’t have it be Hunnigan who tells me. Okay?”
Leon kisses the top of your head again, “Deal.”
You pull yourself back from him, your body more relaxed than before when you take in his face. Those blue eyes of his always finding their way to calm you down. And soon your lips were on his. Your body leaned up next to his as you two shared a slow, passionate kiss. Your one hand now on Leon’s thigh as you moved in more.
Leon lets out a low hum that causes you to pull back, “Sorry, just.” He looks down before looking back up to you, “I uh, sorry not the best timing, is it?” He gives you a sheepish smile that causes you to chuckle.
You slowly move your hand up further, “I mean, no not the best timing…but more from a distance standpoint.” You look at him through your lashes. “But then again…” you look around a bit before letting your eyes settle on the jeep. “We could…”
Leon turns back and looks at his car before turning back to look at you, “Seriously?”
You smile playfully, “I mean, why not?”
-
Your one hand was pressed into the top of the jeep. Your body hunched over Leon’s as you did what you could to avoid hitting your head. Your legs straddled over his lap as you sat down on him.
“Fuck baby…” Leon lifts your dress higher as he helps guide you. His head resting on the headrest so he could look up at you, “You feel so good.”
You go to say something back, but it was just a moan that leaves you lips when you feel his dick fill you up in a way that had you seeing even more stars tonight. For the stretch was everything and more. And maybe it was also the added bit of anxiety of getting caught that made this round something to remember. But because of it all your center was growing at a very rapid rate.
The car was shaking slightly as your movements were growing faster. Your thighs giving it their all as you kept the tempo on the rougher side this evening.
“We should’ve tried this sooner.” Leon chuckles in his blissed out state. His hand firmly secure on your waist as he holds you steady.
Your hips and inner thighs smacking up against his. The sound of that connection along with Leon’s soft grunts as he tried to hold on sending a fiery wave through your center.
You smile as you continue your movements, “Baby I’m close…” your head was low as your hand that was on the roof of the jeep was growing weaker. Your movements now getting smaller as you kept your focus.
Leon moves one hand down to your clit, his fingers sending a jolt through you, “Fuck baby…” you whined as your center gave way.
Leon smiles but then soon you feel his hands grip down tightly on your waist. A pull coming from them, “Shit babe…” And you fall back a bit into the back of the passenger seat, your hand catching you from the center console.
And from there you watch him stoke himself a couple more times before he finishes on his stomach.
The both of you taking a moment to catch your breath as you two replay what just happened moments ago. And after you throw your head back, a blissed smile on your lips, you hear Leon chuckle.
“Now that…” Leon catches his breath, “is what I call a joy ride.”
RE6 Leon
“Mmhmm!” Your legs gave way to a flutter of small kicks over Leon’s lap.
Leon chuckles, “Getting to the good part now?”
You lower your book, Leon only able to see your eyes, “Theres only one room left at the tavern…with just one bed.”
Leon rests his hand on your shin, “Ah yes, your favorite.” And as you push yourself back into the pillows on the sofa, your body shimming a bit to get more comfortable, Leon smiles as his hand slowly moves back and forth over your legs.
A bit of time passes, Leon fully focused on the documentary he put on the TV, your story pulling you in even more.
Until
“Hmm…”
Leon catches your change of tune, “Uh oh…what happened? Another room available?”
You laugh, “No…just wouldn’t do it this way. But,” you turn the page, “I gotta remember I’m not the character here.” You lower your book again, giving Leon a very playful look. And this time when Leon looks over, he notices the redness in your cheeks.
“Oh, you’re already at the spicy scene, aren’t you?” He looks down to your legs, “Explains your little twitches…”
You shrug, “What? Just a little restless…”
Leon laughs as he turns back to his show, his hands now firmly holding onto your legs as you kept them in his lap.
-
“Well, what a place to stop.” You mark your page before closing your book. Leon’s show wrapping up as the narrator signaled the conclusion of the documentary. You turn back to Leon, “Should I start dinner? Or what else do we have planned for this chaotic day off?”
Leon rubs down on your legs more, “I’d say that’s up to you, love.” And before you could chime in with the suggestion of starting dinner Leon lets go of a long hum, “However, I was interested in something you said earlier…” Leon looks at you from the side of his eye. A smirk now on his lips. “You said you’d do that differently?”
You lean up a bit, your hands reaching out for his, “Oh that?” You smile smugly, “It was nothing.” You slowly pull yourself up from the couch, Leon’s hands still in yours, “I mean, to ride someone like that. Didn’t seem very satisfying for the rider…read more like a chore.” You playfully let go of his hands. Your hips swaying more than normal as you walk away slowly.
Leon’s smirk grows into a large smile as he shakes his head. His body getting up from the sofa as he turns to watch you, “What about it would you change?”
You make your way to the stairs, your hand grabbing for the banister as you swing yourself around it. You shrug as you look up the steps, “Maybe a hands-on demonstration would be in order to explain this.” You smile but avoid eye contact with Leon as you head up the steps.
Leon chuckles as he makes his way up there with you, “What a woman…” He smiles as he pulls at his face, his fingers doing what they could up against his skin to center his emotions. But…well, sometimes, the blood moves faster than anticipated when watching you.
-
“Love…love” Leon trails kisses up your sternum as you rock into him. His hard dick filling you up perfectly. The stretch mesmerizing as you sank down on him. Your hips now up against his as your movements became smaller, yet more focused on one area.
“Lean back sweetheart…” You kiss his forehead quickly as your pointer fingers press into his shoulders. His hands moving to your waist as he lays back.
You follow, your head above his, “You wanna know what I’d do differently?”
Leon nods, his eyes a bit glazed over.
You smile, “Well then, keep those hips still for me, okay?”
You kiss his cheek before starting. Your body moving upward towards his face yet once you feel his tip you rock backwards. For you were making sure the entirety of his length was sliding in and out of you. Your focus solely on his length as each movement was perfectly measured.
Leon presses his palms into your breasts. His gasp sharp at your first rise and fall, “Oh fuck love.”
You watch him below you as you feel his hands playing with your breasts. His fingers now taking in your nipples as you rocked over him.
“Fuck you feel so good love.” Leon moves his hands over your body as you kept rocking into him. Your pace now building as your measured movements were becoming muscle memory at this point.
“Lo- love…” Leon holds down on your waist. His eyes closing to the sensation below. Your eyes catching his before they closed. Your lips slowly growing into a smile as you had your husband completely lost in your movements.
You kept rocking your hips over him, your hand taking in the sheets as your center began to warm. Your lips letting way to a soft moan as you continued above him. And as your hips slowed a little you felt Leon’s hands move down to your hips. His fingers taking in the plushness of them as he gripped down. His hand pushing down on one side as he lined you up better for him.
“My turn…”
Your eyes snap open and before anything could be said Leon rammed his hips into yours. Your one arm collapsing on itself up by his head. Your lips now just inches away from his as you held your head to the side. His length bottoming out with each thrust.
“Ba- baby please…” You rested your forehead on his as your center continued to grow warm. And soon the both of you were breathing heavy as you two stayed close together. Your hands coming up to cup his face as you pulled him in for a deep kiss.
“Mmmm…” You squeezed down tightly on his face as your center gave way, his hands on your waist now skimming over your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His final thrust causing you to break away from the kiss.
And as if the world paused for a second you two stayed there, his face still in your hold as the both of you came back down from your highs. The bliss of it all slowly riding throughout your bodies.
And with a light squeeze on your waist Leon looks in your eyes, “How does take out sound?”
Your smile while letting go of a heavy breath, your body still trying to settle back down, “That sounds perfect.”
Leon rolls you over which causes you to chuckle loudly, “Good, because I want more time with you right now.”
You pull him in for another kiss, “Me too”
And as he moved his face above yours you noticed his sly smirk, “And who knows, maybe another hands-on demonstration will be in order.”
RE9 Leon
“Come ‘ere baby…” You feel Leon’s hands wrap around your waist as you were trying to fold and put away the clean laundry.
“Oh! Leon…” You fall into his hold, the back of your head resting on his shoulder.
Leon holds you there for a bit. His grip getting tighter as he remains quiet. Your head turning more towards him as your next words came out in a whisper, “You’re supposed to be resting dear. Doctor’s orders.”
He chuckles, “Really? Doctor’s orders?” He moves your head with his exposing your cheek for a kiss, “When did you get your medical license?”
You toss away what you were folding, it falling to the bed, “Oh you know, sometime in between…” you smile as you turn your head back to him, his lifting so he could look at you better, “the time we met and now. You sure are prone to getting hurt. Badly…”
Leon pulls you in as close as he can, you letting way to a squirm as he peppers your face with kisses, “Is that so? Hmmm,” He quickly steals a kiss from the side of your mouth, “Well luckily throughout all these years I never hurt this pretty face of mine.”
You laugh as you free yourself from his hold, your lips in a subtle smile when you turn to look at him. “You sure? That’s not what this little scar says?” You take a step back towards him, your hands now cupping his face. His rough stubble a direct contrast to your soft palms as you rest them on his face.
Leon takes your wrists into his hold as he falls into your touch. His face moving slightly so he could kiss your palm, his eyes breaking away so he could look. His gaze now one that always had you blushing.
“You’re getting red sweetie.” Leon smirks as he knows exactly what he’s doing.
And as you try to take your hands back, he grips down more on your wrists, making sure they go nowhere.
“You know I was doing laundry.” Your eyes snap back to his, your cheeks still red as his gaze was now sending a slight flutter to your stomach.
“And I’m tired of resting…” Leon lets go of one of your hands. His free hand now taking in your ass as he pulls you in closer, “doctor.”
You let out a loud chuckle as he brings your hips close to his. Laundry now very much a thing of the past.
You rest your free hand on his chest, “And what is it you want to do?”
Leon’s grin grows, “You.”
“Me?” you jest
Leon slowly lowers you onto the bed, his body following as he keeps himself above you, “Yes, you. And right now, too.”
You smirk as you look up to him, “Then why are you still dressed?”
Leon cocks his head slightly as his smile grows, yours matching his as you lean up for a kiss.
-
“Tell me love, how do you want to start this?” You crawl your way up the mattress. Leon on his back as he watches you.
You see him smirk and take that as your answer. Your leg getting ready so you could straddle him. But then.
“Leon?” He had a tight grip on your thigh. Stopping your movements quickly. And from there you watched him move himself down the mattress. His face getting closer to your center.
“Sit.” He lets go of your leg. It hanging in the air for a bit as you find yourself in a bit of shock to his movements. But then with a pull from his hand, you find yourself straddled over his face. Your legs holding you up, so you were just hoovering over his lips.
“Babe, I said sit. So,” and with a push on either of your hips Leon gets you to relax your legs. His lips now taking in your sensitive area. Your hands quick to grab his wrists as he holds you steady.
You take in a sharp inhale as he begins to devour you from below. His lips taking in your clit and he sucks down on it only to release it to let his tongue take over. Its fluid circular motions causing you to arch your back to his touch.
You let go of his wrists as you fall back a bit. Your hands catching you as you rest them behind you. Your palms now resting on his torso as you did what you could to keep yourself steady.
And as you catch your breath you feel Leon’s hand skimming up your lower back, a push coming from it as he was guiding you back up.
He pushes his head into the mattress, giving his lips room to speak, “Let me watch you fall apart. Okay?”
And while you could only see his eyes, you knew there was a smirk on his lips before he goes back to your clit. Your thighs trying to squeeze together as he continues to tighten the coil in your center. Your hips rocking in small movements when he took his tongue lower. His nose the perfect 'seat' in this case to keep your clit stimulated as he focused on other areas. His hands squeezing you in different places as you could tell when and where he would lose himself into you. Each move of his tongue intentional as he knew exactly what you needed as his hunger just continued to grow for you. Him borderlining starvation as you find your thighs complete relaxed, your weight fully on his face as he moaned into you. His hands finally settling on the fat of your ass as he moved his face from side to side below you as if he could go deeper.
And you tired, tried so hard not to move, give him the view he wanted but that coil was so close.
“Baby…” You fall forward a little, your hand catching you on the headboard as your brows furrowed. Your eyes closed as you let the coil snap. And as you let way to a whiney moan, your thighs squeezed Leon’s face tighter as his hands held you down by your hips. The sounds coming from him a little animalistic as he made sure his tongue took in everything you were giving.
And once your thighs relaxed, Leon moved himself up a bit. Your eyes taking in the bit of glisten on his lips and chin, “Now my dear, how about…” He pushes up your leg, your body quick to fall to its side as you continued to ride out your bliss, “we continue this from another position?”
First draft for RE4 Leon. Liked the ending, but after thinking about the car scene I changed my idea to that. But since this one is complete might as well add it.
RE4 Leon...again
“You piss me off, you know that.” You’re standing in front of Leon as he sits on the couch getting ready to play some video games.
“What did I do now?” Leon looks around you as he skims through his gaming catalog.
“Last night ring a bell?” You shift your body to the side, your hip getting in the way of his view to the TV.
And from that move Leon finally looks up to you, “We fucked. It was good. So, what about it?”
You press your lips together, “That’s all you remember?” You let out an annoyed scoff, “You know ever since you got back from that mission you’ve been…” you gesture to him, your hands motioning to his whole body before throwing them back to your side, “Not entirely here…”
Leon sighs and you shake your head as you begin to walk away. But then you feel a tug on your hand, “Not so fast…”
You turn back to him, “Oh now you’re gonna talk?”
Leon shakes his head as he lets out a rough hum, “Now you’re pissing me off. Why can’t you just tell me things straight.”
You move yourself back in front of him, an annoyed smile on your face as your eyes were squinting together, “Okay, fine. If this is how you want to play it. Since you’ve gotten back you get a little power hungry in the bedroom. And, also, since you’ve been back you’ve refused to let me be in control. Last night especially.”
Leon pulls you into him, your body falling over his on the couch, “So you’re mad at me because…I take control in the bedroom?” Leon gives you a smug smile that makes your brows furrow out of annoyance.
You scoff, “I mean yeah. What happened to me being on top?”
Leon’s eyes widen, his hands growing soft as he rested them on your waist. And as he tries to remain unflustered you hear it in the first word, “I- I mean, there’s nothing wrong with you being on top…”
You lean down to him, your forehead close to his, “Then why it is that since you’ve been back you won’t let me?”
You see the rosiness in his cheeks growing, “I just, like…ummm…”
You chuckle, “You just like to…what Leon?”
He turns his head away from you a bit, “Make you feel good…”
You turn his face back to yours, your lips meeting his as you roll your hips over him. A low hum from him vibrating the kiss.
“And I want to do the same to you…”
Leon’s eyes were closed as he let go of a soft breathy moan, your movements cracking away at his tough guy façade, “Okay…okay…”
You sit back, your hands finding his belt, “So then, with it being a Sunday and everything…what if we maybe…” You pin him into the couch with your legs, “fix what happened last night then?”
-
Your hips rolled into him as your hands curled into his hair. His cock filling you, stretching you, in a way that always had you seeing stars at the beginning. You kept your tempo steady and predictable at the beginning. Your hands moving to take in his face as you pulled him into you. His hands pushing you in from your back.
“That’s it…” Leon breaks away from you, his lips trailing over your jaw and you continued to fuck him slowly. “Yeah…that feels so good babe…”
You kiss his forehead before changing your pace. This time going from slow and steady to more of a rougher style. Your hips slamming down into his as you made sure he bottomed out into you every time.
His fingers curled on your back, his nails slowly scraping at your skin to your new movements. “Fuck…”
You smile as you can feel the sweat begin to build on your brow, your thighs beginning to simmer with a bit of pain.
Leon leans his head back into the sofa cushions, his blue eyes on you as you looked down to him. The two of you sharing a smile with each other as his hands skimmed over your back. His eyes slowly closing as he took in everything you were giving him.
“Sorry…” Your eyes snap down to him a furrow in your brow to the word. “I just…fuck woman…” Leon leans up his forehead now on your chest as he tries to hold out. “I’m just not good with my words. I’ll get better at them.”
You slowly sink yourself down on him, his hands gripping tightly into your waist, “Sweetie what are you talking about?” You sit there for a bit. Not only to give Leon a moment, but to give yourself a break.
Leon chuckles, “Of course this would be when I wanted to bring this up, but I just didn’t want to burden you with everything from my last mission. I just – fuck…”
You didn’t mean to, but when you adjusted yourself the roll of your hips sent a ripple of pleasure through Leon.
Leon grips down more into your waist, his hands sliding down to your hips after that roll, “We got fucked after Raccoon City and I just want us to have a normal life outside of the bullshit they forced on us. So I guess…”
You smile at him, your hands coming up to grab his jaw, a soft kiss on his lips to get him to stop, “I know Leon, and you got the worst of it. I’m just stuck in an office all day because of everything.”
You begin rolling your hips again, the small movements causing you both to let a breathy moan leave your lips. Your hand on his chin growing weaker as you focused on your center.
“Hey,” Those bright blue eyes looking up to you as he lets a soft smile brush over his lips, “You’re stuck with me till the end, okay?”
You lean down and kiss him again, your hips rolling over him but with more purpose, more focus this time as you get him to moan your name, “Then be sure to hold on.”
Sorry for the wait, guys! I've been super busy, but thankfully, I have more time to write now. I hope you like this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!
This is a plot- and action-heavy story, with some moments interspersed, and a fluffy ending.
No smut here, but I may do some drabbles or imagines in this same universe, so feel free to request whatever you'd like!
Re2 Leon by the way!!!
The fic is based on this anon request!
Word Count: 8.7k+
Summary: You're a stripper at a shady club. Leon is sent by the RPD to investigate. He paid for an entire night with you, only for it to be cut short by the infected people Umbrella unleashed in Raccoon City. The two of you barely manage to escape, but you've got bigger fish to fry once you're out of the club.
Warnings: Depictions of violence, sexualisation
Link to AO3 version here
Your POV
You stared at the reflection in the mirror. Other girls were getting ready in the background. All chatting about something that'd gone down in one of the private suites the other night. A drop gone awry. Several casualties. There hadn’t been a night like that in quite some time. It was one of the many rules of the club. Crime is welcome, violence is not. Whatever that’s supposed to mean.
You finished your makeup, donning some fake lashes, before getting up. Luckily, you didn’t have much time on the floor. You were too hot a commodity for it. Only VIP guests had access to private sessions with you.
“Vixen!” A girl rushed over to you with a wide smile on her face. Crystal. She was a newbie. Did stage most of the time for that reason. Inexperienced and frankly, too innocent for this line of business.
“Oh uh… hey, Crystal. Need something?” You tilted your head to the side slightly.
She then pulled out a small cookie, wrapped in a cutesy plastic bag with a bow tied at the top.
“I made it for everyone here tonight,” she beamed and handed it over. You took it and admired it for a little while. This girl was too kind to be in a place like this…
“Thanks… I’ll make sure to eat it on my break.” You gave her a curt smile, then put the dessert in your bag and locked it up in your locker.
Walking out of the dressing room and out onto the floor, your high pony swayed from side to side. The rhinestones dangling from your lingerie clicked together, though deafened by the loud music blasting throughout the place.
It was the same crowd of regulars tonight. Gangsters and mobsters who were making deals and planning their next big thing. You’d gotten good at spotting the big spenders. Usually, the ones sucking on a Cuban and being able to blow rings. They were surprisingly also the ones who were the most polite and respectful. Men like them held a high regard for the girls at the club, and almost always spent more than just a pretty penny.
Just as you were about to chat up a regular group of guys, your manager rushed over with a hasty and jittery bout of his movements.
“Vixen! Good thing you’re out. A VIP guest just came in. Young fella. He’s loaded. You’ll work some sweet magic on him, right? Make him feel reeeaal welcome, eh?” He urged desperately,
“He’s in room six, waiting for you. I told him he’d get our best, so you better prove it. He has you for the entire night,” he finished.
Your eyes blew wide open. The entire night? Only bosses had that kind of petty cash. Whoever this guy was, he was important and probably dangerous.
“Seriously? How much’d he pay?”
“He paid thirty grand, so I want you to disregard any of our rules completely tonight. He can touch you as much as he wants if you permit it. I’ll turn the cameras off in that room for tonight. Do, however, turn on your earpiece if you’re in trouble.” He clapped your back and pushed you towards the VIP rooms.
You found the sixth room and opened the door, expecting thick smoke and some nepotism son of a mob boss.
What?
Your mouth went slightly agape. That was barely a man. He didn’t look a day over eighteen. He was definitely younger than you.
He didn’t say a word. You carefully examined him, trying to read his character. Innocent? College fresher? Something was off about him, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. He seemed nervous.
“I’m twenty-one. You can relax,” he finally spoke after your prolonged staring,
“I honestly didn’t expect this when I came here,” he huffed whilst avoiding your gaze, before taking a generous sip of his Diet Coke.
“You dropped thirty grand. I had different expectations…” You sauntered over to him and sat on his spread lap. He almost flinched at that.
“Yeah, well, it’s company-issued,” he answered with a shaky voice and grabbed you by the waist. It was far from confident and, quite frankly, awkward. Not usually something the club allowed, but it didn’t matter. He was a generous spender and quite attractive.
Your hands slowly found his hair with a sultry grin. You were used to seducing all types of men. Surely, he’d fall into your trap.
“Company-issued? Dangerous game you’re playing there,” you commented.
He shrugged and reached up to pull a stray piece of hair behind your ear that’d escaped from your ponytail. But as he did so, you felt him pull your earpiece out.
Your blood ran cold. Fuck. Maybe he really was a dangerous guy, or at least the son of one.
“How old are you?” He asked, clearly not confident. Whatever he was trying to do, he was not well-versed in it.
“Mmm, I’m twenty-six. A bit older than twenty-one, huh?” You scoffed and shifted slightly in his lap. It only served to freeze him up even more.
“Suppose so…” He averted his gaze before guiding you off his lap to sit next to him instead,
“Look… I uh… I heard about this place from uh… a-a friend. Said some good deals are going on here. I just wanted to know a little more about them. Could you provide me with some information?”
Was it his first buy or what? He seemed like a fish out of water. There was no way he was experienced at all, and you knew most deals and buys involved the heavier stuff like crystals.
“Do you know how out of your depth you sound? What are you even talking about?” You raised a brow.
He swallowed thickly, and it seemed like he was trying to think for a moment. Like he knew he’d slipped up or something.
“Look, I know I don’t look like it, but I’m really into that stuff. Uh… coke and um hallucinogens…?” He tried to cover, but you were starting to see through him now. This guy had probably never even touched a single line in his life.
“What’s your name?” You asked out of nowhere, with a tug at the corner of your lip. He was cute.
“Leon… my name’s Leon,” he answered carefully, trying to gauge your next move. You could tell by the look in his eyes. He was inspecting you just as much as you were him.
“I’m Vixen… but I bet my manager already told you that,” you chuckled and reached to play with his hair,
“You’re not really here for coke and girls, are you?”
That did it. He was quiet for a moment before letting out a hopeless sigh,
“RPD… It’s my first case, actually….”
You certainly didn’t expect that. You’d thought he might’ve stolen some money from his rich parents and tried to go rogue with it. Things like that happened more often than not in Raccoon City.
“So you’re here on police business? Doing what? Trying to intercept a deal?” You scoffed. He was way in over his head. Especially as a rookie cop. You knew what the regulars here did to people like him. They’d swallow him whole for breakfast.
“I’m just investigating this place in general. The detectives are supposed to deal with my findings, that's all.” His hands were shaking already. As if he knew just how fucked he’d be if any of the men out there knew about this. You shook your head and huffed out,
“Let me guess, I’ve already incriminated myself?” It was more a confirmation than a question. You knew everything you’d spilt could land you a good few years in the slammer. Fucking hell.
He only nodded in response and pulled out a recording device he’d kept hidden in his underwear of all things.
“Would you be willing to give me immunity if I tattle?” There was no question about it. Of course, he would. That was a classic police tactic many fell for, and you were no exception. The thought of prison was enough to make you betray it all.
“I’ll make sure you’re granted complete immunity. I’ll see about a safehouse for you as well…” You considered his words. Chewed on them. You knew a lot of mobs would be after whoever snitched and ratted out their hotspot. Not to mention you’d likely be blacklisted somehow from all other clubs if you weren’t already dead and buried.
“I’ll tell you what I know… if you also keep my identity secret. I don’t want anyone to know I’m the snitch.” Here you were, a grown woman, succumbing to the pressure of some rookie cop. All because you’d seen one too many episodes of Orange is the New Black. Fuck!
“Good to know you’re considering the right side of the law here.” You watched as he pulled out a notepad. Likely to jot down whatever you were saying. For some reason, he turned off his recording device and pocketed it.
“Lay it on me.” His eyes met yours. He was no longer insecure or scared. Maybe because he knew he had the upper hand? You couldn’t tell. He was the first one in a while that you couldn’t read all that well.
Leon’s POV
He’d just shown up at his desk after filing stacks of paperwork in the filing room. Rookies always bore the burden of grunt work.
“Hey, rookie!” The chief’s secretary approached him with a sly look on her face,
“Irons wants you in his office.” Fuck. Had he slipped up in his reports again? Had he messed up timelines?
He swallowed thickly before taking nervous steps towards the chief’s office. He knocked twice before walking in.
“You wanted to see me, sir…” he tilted his head, his voice reaching a slightly higher octave.
“Leon! Good, you’re here. There’s a situation at this local bar. Shady business. People are saying they’ve seen some high-profile mobs there. Mind taking a look?” What. He was used to being sent out to check on house calls and random Karens who wanted to complain about their neighbour being too loud in their backyard. Nothing like this. He was a rookie. Was he even qualified for something like this?
“Sir… with all due respect… Am I really the right person for that job? I mean—“ He started, but wasn’t allowed to finish. The bellowing laughter of the chief filled the stuffy office,
“You’re not going in as some detective undercover,” he laughed,
“Just a slight disguise whilst you take some statements,” he shrugged,
“There’ll be a task force to aid the rest of the investigation, of course. You’re not that special, Kennedy.” Right. He figured as much. He barely knew his way around the museum-turned-precinct. Taking down the hub for all organised crime was definitely not in his job description.
“So, what do you need me to do? Just waltz in there like I own the place?” He spoke with slight sarcasm. The chief grinned widely and nodded,
“Actually, yeah. You’ll get thirty grand to spend at the bar. You know, so as not to raise any suspicion.”
Leon’s eyes blew wide open at that. Thirty grand? He’d never been to a bar where he’d somehow rack up anything past two hundred at most. Tip included. Then again… it was a mobster hotspot. Perhaps the bar was bougie and priced its stock as such.
After he got the rest of the information in a file and read it through carefully, he clocked out and drove his truck back home. It was a modest one-bedroom apartment, but a steal for a policeman’s salary. He hung his jacket on the coat hanger in the entrance after taking off his shoes. It’d been a long day of mindless filing, so he decided to treat himself to takeout instead of fixing something up.
After the food—Chinese—arrived, he set it on his kitchen island in the quaint corner of his kitchen. As he ate in silence, a call suddenly came through— His damned boss.
“Chief Irons,” he answered the phone, barely managing to swallow his food before then.
“Leon, I’d like you to go investigate that bar tonight at midnight.” You’ve got to be kidding me… Leon groaned to himself. He hadn’t even been on stakeouts that late before. Why were they putting this on a rookie?
“You’ll get double the overtime,” he continued, after sensing the silence was from obvious disbelief. Double the pay for the amount of overtime wasn’t too shabby a deal. Especially considering many of his coworkers worked unpaid overtime.
“Fine… send me the address. I didn’t get a picture when I had the file earlier,” he huffed into the phone before hanging up. Only a few minutes later, the chief had sent a pin. Heaven’s Night.
He finished his food, took out the trash, and did the dishes before setting an alarm and hitting the hay.
A few hours later, the alarm sounded with a gentle tune. He wasn’t one for the louder sounds. Slept like a feather anyway. Rubbing his eyes, he groaned and rose from his spot on the couch.
It was 11:40 PM. He had ten minutes to get ready and ten minutes to get down to the bar. He did a quick outfit change and slicked back his hair. Something he’d seen in movies. There was something rich and sketchy about a slicked-back look. He needed to look the part if he didn’t want to get caught tonight.
However, when he went outside, there was a mustang parked in front of his truck. A piece of paper was taped to the passenger window, “Use for bar. 30K in glovebox.” Right… of course, he couldn’t show up in his rusty old truck.
The drive to the bar was fairly smooth. There weren’t many people on the road at this time of night. Raccoon City was a small city after all. Thank fuck for that. The radio was playing some god-awful “classics”; he had to turn it off and drive in silence instead.
Soon enough, the bar was in sight. He parked on the other side of the road before walking over. Something seemed off about the place. The exterior was all black. No illustrations in sight. Just a big sign with the name of the bar on it. Heaven’s Night. Odd name for a bar…
But, walking in, he realised it wasn’t just any bar. It was a strip club. Could’ve led with that… he sighed to himself before pulling out a fake ID and having it checked. He passed. They clearly didn’t care much for security, but that was another story entirely. Didn’t need that in his report.
“Hey, uh… where can I find the manager?” Leon went up to the bar, where the keeper was cleaning some glasses.
“He’s in the dressing rooms. He should be back out in a minute. Need anything meanwhile?” She asked, to which he shook his head,
“I’m good.”
A few moments later, the manager walked out with some girls following behind. They went out onto the floor where all the thirsty men were seated. Many of them were in suits, smoking cigars and drinking scotch or bourbon. He saw files being passed around, too. Definitely something sketchy.
Leon saw it as his chance, though, and swiftly made his way to where the manager was standing. Shit shit shit… he was panicking internally. He’d never done anything like this before. How was he supposed to know what to do?
“... ‘You the manager?” He spoke as gruffly as possible, trying to seem intimidating. The manager was of shorter stature. 5’6 maybe? More rotund as well.
“Sure, I am. What do you need?” He smirked with a disgustingly knowing look on his face. Eugh…
“I have thirty thousand on me. I want the best of the best.” Leon had virtually no idea what he was saying, but hopefully it wasn’t gibberish.
“You talk big game, but where’s the proof, eh?” He chuckled gutturally and patted his belly.
Leon reached into the bag he'd brought with him and zipped it open, revealing the fat stacks,
“I’m good for it.”
As soon as he saw the money, the manager laughed heartily and slung his arm around Leon’s back, leading him to a room to the far side of the club. He called in some girls to ready a bucket with champagne on rocks, along with some caviar and a plate of oysters.
“Cuban?” he pulled out a fat cigar with a sleek label on it, but Leon shook his head. He wasn’t going to start smoking just for cover.
“Sorry, I don’t smoke. Thanks, though…” he nodded. The manager just shrugged as if it were Leon’s loss,
“Well, I can assure you, you will still have our best girl here to enjoy all night. She’s a real looker. I’ll turn off the cameras in here,” he chuckled,
“You can go wild.” What a sad man, Leon thought to himself, as he saw the devious smile on the manager’s face. He hadn’t quite noticed it before, but his hair was slightly thinning and sort of greasy too. There was something deeply disturbing about both him and whatever this club was.
After the door shut behind him, dread began settling in Leon’s chest. What if his cover was weak? He knew the moment something was off, any of the men out on that floor would take great pleasure in ending his life.
He took a few deep breaths before freezing as the door opened again.
Wow… you were beautiful. Fucking gorgeous. The way the lingerie cropped your ass nicely and cupped your breasts with perfection— you could be an art installation.
This was certainly not what he’d signed up for…
Your POV
You thought things over for a moment. Was it really worth it to spill your guts? It practically meant risking your life, and you knew death wouldn’t be the only thing to fear. Those guys would have you begging for it.
“You’re sure they won’t know it’s me?” You chewed on your lip, suddenly feeling a bit intimidated.
Leon had a look in his eyes. As if he could see the fear in yours. As if he knew exactly what you were feeling.
There was a slight pause. As if he were stuck between telling you the truth and giving you a sugar-coated half-truth.
“Look… I’ll do my best, but I can’t promise anything…” he muttered and averted his gaze down to his blank notepad.
You let out a sigh, contemplating it some more, before closing your eyes and clearing your throat,
“I’ll do it…” You spoke softly. He nodded in response, and you started spilling everything you knew.
You gave him names, places, connections, even dirty cops. Coworkers of his. People he thought he knew. You gave him more ammunition than a gun range. It didn’t seem to end.
His wrist was getting sore from the note-taking. You could tell by the way he twisted and turned it now and then.
However, just as you were about to move on to a new piece of information, you heard something outside. Larger than normal commotion. People screaming. Things were being thrown. Your heart stopped for a moment, and your eyes froze on the door. It was long before gunshots rang out in the club.
You looked back at Leon with a look of pure horror in your eyes,
“W-w-what the fuck?!” You stammered, reasonably shaken up. Sure, things had gotten violent before with some fighting here and there— but never with guns being involved.
“Wait here. I’ll go check it out…” Leon focused on the door and pulled out a handgun he’d hidden in his pants. You just went to hide as best as you could.
Leon’s POV
As the gunshots rang out, he was immediately on high alert. His eyes zeroed in on the door. He heard the screaming. It was loud over the already loud music.
When he turned to look at you, your face was as pale as a ghost. Clearly, this wasn’t just any regular occurrence.
He got up as you went to hide behind a couch in the corner.
Slowly stepping out, the music was still playing. He went down the long corridor of VIP rooms before finally arriving on the floor and stage.
What. The. Fuck.
People were strewn about. Flesh was torn into, and it was like a crimson pool. Dancers were on the stage, face down, blood soaking the money that’d been thrown at them mere moments before.
He felt sick to his stomach. Then suddenly, a man appeared with a gun trained right at Leon. More specifically, his temple.
“Don’t fucking move!” He sounded horrified, panicked.
Leon put his arms up in the air and stood completely still,
“What the hell happened here?”
The man looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown. He hyperventilated, trying to get words to come out of his mouth.
“Fuck! I don’t know! Some… some thing came in here and-a-a-and started eating people! Fucking eating them!” He jittered with a shaky voice, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead from all the adrenaline.
A sense of doom settled deep in Leon’s body. Some… thing..? Was eating people? He was just a rookie. He hadn’t even been working at the station for a full month, and now he was dealing with what sounded like fucking bioterrorism?!
“Look, I’m not gonna hurt you. I was in a VIP room. It was locked. I have a girl back there, and she needs to get to safety. Can you please lower your gun?” Leon slowly lowered his arms.
“O-okay…” he lowered his gun and came closer, trusting Leon— not before something flashed behind him. In a sudden moment, a girl appeared behind him. A dancer. Her eyes were way off. Blood poured from her mouth, and even more so as she dug into the flesh of the man right in front of Leon.
Shit.
He took off running towards the room where you were still hiding. He burst in and found you safe and sound,
“We have to go. We can’t stay here!” He helped you up and dragged you out with him.
Your POV
You sat in silence and tried to cover your breathing with your hand to minimise noise. Your heart pounded wildly against your chest, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Where was Leon? Why hadn’t he come back yet? He’d said he’d just check it out. So why wasn’t he back yet?
After a while, you heard the door open. Your entire body froze up. Tears prickled your eyes, and you closed them, bracing for the worst. Only to feel a hand grab your wrist. You looked up and saw him standing there. Something was wrong. Deeply wrong. Leon’s face was stuck in some kind of horror.
As he dragged you out of the room and towards the emergency exit, you pulled your wrist back.
“Wait! My stuff is in the changing room—“
“It can wait!” Leon grabbed your wrist again. Not before there was the sound of groaning. Both of you turned around to see the same girl he’d seen earlier. Lingerie covered with blood. Her skin was stained red.
Oh my goodness.
“C-Crystal?” You looked at her with pure terror. She staggered towards you, and you almost reached out to her, but Leon was able to stop you.
“We have to go!” He pulled you with him, and the two of you ran out the emergency exit. The streets were smashed by now, too. Gunshots were being fired in the distance, and fire had broken out, too. What the fuck was happening?!
The two of you quickly made it to his car, and you hopped in. It didn’t take him much time to start the thing up and drive off at unprecedented speed. He drove with absolutely no regard for safety.
“F-fuck! What the fuck is going on?!” You screamed as he swung around a few sharp corners.
“I don’t know, okay? I’m just as scared as you are,” he breathed out heavily and focused on the road ahead.
“Where are you driving us?!”
“The precinct. It should be safe there… I-I think…”
“You think?!” You yelled with panic.
“Forgive me, I’m just a rookie trying to do his best here!” He shot back.
Eventually, he pulled into the garage. It seemed fine…? The two of you got out of the car and hurried inside by the back entrance.
People were huddled together in the grand hall of the precinct. It seemed like it was being used as a safe place for now. Detectives were boarding up windows and locking doors as well.
You clung to Leon’s arm like a lifeline. You had absolutely no intention of letting go, and he didn’t seem to mind much.
“Stay with the other civilians… it’s safest,” he led you over to them, but you shook your head and clung tighter.
“U-uhm… well then… I guess we can stay together…” he muttered and awkwardly slid his arm around your waist. Mainly for the sake of your comfort, but a little for his too.
“I take it you knew the girl back at the club…?” He asked carefully, not wanting to intrude too much.
Your face dropped slightly as you remembered what she looked like back there. How she’d gone from her cutest self earlier that night, to whatever the fuck that was,
“Yeah… Crystal…” you barely managed to utter and continued,
“New girl. Too sweet and innocent to have been working there in the first place…”
“I’m sorry we couldn’t save her…” Leon swallowed thickly, feeling a sense of guilt creep up his back. He was supposed to be a cop. So why’d he run? Why couldn’t he have saved more than just one person?
“We could’ve. You just didn’t want to. You grabbed me and ran,” you teared up.
You knew you were being irrational. You knew she’d been too far gone. Her eyes said it all back there. Even so, you felt horrible for leaving her behind. She was so young. So innocent. She didn’t deserve any of that.
“I did what I thought was best in the moment…” He sighed and averted his gaze,
“Look… I’ll see if I can go get you some coffee or something else to drink.”
You felt him try to pull his arm away, but you held on, desperate not to be alone.
“We can go together,” you said, taking a few steps.
“U-uh okay…” he grew slightly flustered and continued walking towards one of the water fountains that were in the facility.
As you went up the stairs and into one of the corridors, you shivered. After all, you were still only clad in the lingerie you wore back at the club.
You could tell he noticed it, because he immediately turned around,
“We’ll find you something to cover up.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child, I’m literally older than you…” You huffed, half joking.
“I’m just trying to keep you safe. You are a civilian.” He shrugged.
After getting some water, you tried to open some of the other doors along the corridor, but they’d been locked by the detectives. Surely it was just for the extra safety?
“Go back to the others. I’ll get one of these open to go find something,” Leon spoke, clearly a bit nervous.
“Will you be okay?” You cocked your head to the side. He was only twenty-one. Anyone would be shitting their pants in this situation.
“I’ll be fine… just go back to the others.”
You pulled away from him and nodded, hurrying down the main stairs and into the grand hall where everyone was huddled up together.
As you stood there and waited, there was a sudden banging on the shutter near the entrance. Everyone’s attention turned to it. Detectives drew their guns, and you tried your best to blend into the masses for your own safety.
But then again. How could you even trust that—whatever this was— these people hadn’t somehow contracted it? You thought back to all the zombie movies you watched in your high school days and started searching for possible symptoms.
You didn’t get that much of a chance to actually do so, as someone in the group suddenly went rogue. You and everyone else screamed and scattered.
“Shit shit shit!” You huffed as you made a run for it. You felt your ankles hurt and threw your heels off.
Detectives were trying to calm people down whilst also getting control of the infected, who were now spreading from the initial attack.
But it wasn’t enough. They were running out of ammunition way too quickly. The infection was spreading, and soon enough, it was everyone for themselves.
You were luckily able to make it outside via the garage back door you came in from, and quickly ran a few blocks to the local gun shop. It’d already been looted, but you were able to find a handgun and a rifle just in case. You grabbed a bag that’d been gathering dust on one of the shelves and stocked it full with magazines and other necessities. What the fuck were you even doing?
You were a fucking stripper. Not some survivalist.
That didn’t matter, though. You knew you had to pull through and handle matters yourself. You knew how to shoot a gun. You had to. All dancers were always at risk back at the club. Even if most of the mobsters were relatively respectful.
Leon’s POV
He managed to unlock the door with a small spare key he’d found in the custodian’s office. Everything was pure darkness. He had to turn on a flashlight to move further in. It was eerie for sure, but he rationalised the situation. All he had to do was find the lockers and get a jacket and a pair of shoes.
Easier said than done.
A sudden groan made his heart drop. He slowly turned around and saw the gruesome-looking appearance of the Chief’s secretary. He knew her. Mainly because his cubicle was so close to Iron’s office.
“Shit…” he huffed and trained his gun at her forehead,
“I… I’m sorry,” he squeezed his eyes shut and shot her. He swallowed thickly and stood over her for a few moments, picking up her name tag and pocketing it. Carole Sindermann,
“Rest easy.”
With that, he rose back up and moved on. Eventually, he reached the lockers and went through each one. When he finally found a jacket and a pair of boots that looked your size, he made a run for it. All the way back to the grand hall.
Only to be met with the stench of death. A sickly sweet smell of decaying flesh, and way too many infected people.
You were nowhere to be seen. He concluded you must’ve escaped somehow. Which was a good thing, only now he had to find you again.
He checked his handgun, realising he only had a few rounds left. Not enough for that horde. So he did what anybody would do, and ran back the way he’d just come from.
He looted every room he passed. Every locker. Stocked up on medicine and ammo.
Until he stumbled upon a desk in the waiting area. The woman he’d put down earlier. Carole. Her diary was open. Partly out of guilt, obligation to return it to her loved ones and morbid curiosity, he opened it.
“Fuck me…” he whispered to himself as he read through the diary. The more pages he flipped through, the worse it got.
It detailed all the records of bribes and shady dealings Chief Irons himself had done with Umbrella… who’d apparently been secretly working on biological weapons… aka whatever the fuck was going on.
“Irons…” Leon grumbled,
“That bastard…”
He shut the diary and put it in his bag, which he carried on his back. He had to find some way out of the station and come find you.
Your POV
A lot of time had passed. You don’t know how many magazines you’ve reloaded, nor do you know how many infected you’ve killed. They came in droves. Fuck’s sake. You had plenty of ammo left, but there was no way you had enough for the entire city.
Besides… you needed to find Leon. It felt wrong to leave him behind. Especially after he’d helped you out so much.
You could only hope he somehow made it out of the station. People had shut the garage door behind you after escaping. He was effectively trapped there.
You’d managed to break into a mall, to get some clothes and shoes on. You roamed the mall for a while, checking for any threats.
Just as you were entering a small convenience store that had clearly already been raided, you heard sniffling somewhere. Out of fear and suspicion, you raised your gun. The closer you came, however, the more it sounded like… crying?
Finally, your eyes locked onto a little girl hugging a stuffed animal in the far back corner of the store. Tears were pouring down her face uncontrollably. She seemed thoroughly traumatised. Who wouldn’t be? Especially a little kid like her.
“… Hey there…” You approached slowly. She tried to back herself further into the corner. You could tell she was scared of you. Her little hands were squeezing the stuffed animal tighter.
“I’m not here to hurt you, I promise.” You lowered your gun and reached out to her,
“Come with me, it’s not safe here.” She looked up at you with terrified, unsure eyes before eventually crawling out of the corner and towards you.
“What’s your name, honey?” You crouched down to her level.
“Marie”, she mumbled and buried her face in her stuffed toy. You gently rubbed her arms, feeling how cold she was.
“Do you know where your parents are?”
Wrong thing to ask. She started bawling her eyes out. Shocked, you tried your best to soothe her, hugging her and shushing her softly.
“It’s okay…. Let’s get you out of here safe,” you grabbed her hand,
“Stay close to me, okay?” She clenched your hand in response and held the stuffy close with her free hand.
You navigated the ruined streets of Raccoon City, killing any infected in the way whilst simultaneously shielding Marie. It wasn’t as easy as it seemed, and you were running out of ammo fast.
You knew you had to find some way out of the city, but most roads were obstructed with cars in piles. People had fled from them, after all. The metro was likely shut down, too. There truly was no way out.
“I’m tired…” You heard a small voice squeak behind you. Marie wasn’t in good shape at all. Her face was red from running, and tears prickled her eyes from exhaustion and trauma.
“I know… so am I, Marie…” you sighed and crouched down,
“Here, get on my back.” As you offered the transport, she crawled up and got comfortable, wrapping her arms around your neck to steady herself. You hooked one arm under one of her legs and let her hold the other up by herself. That left you with one free arm.
“We’re getting out of here soon, okay, Marie?” You huffed and kept moving, not wanting to stay in one place too long.
A new day had started breaking by now. You’d been walking for too long. Marie was fast asleep on your back when there was a sudden helicopter sound from above the two of you.
“Marie,” you rustled her a bit,
“I’m sorry, honey, but I’m going to have to put you down.” You gently helped her onto the ground before flailing your arms and shouting at the helicopter.
Thankfully, it noticed the two of you and lowered a throw-ladder. Good thing the military finally stepped in… right?
You made sure Marie got on board first, before climbing up behind her. When you got in, there was a man wearing shades and with his hair slicked back.
“Good thing you shouted,” he said. His voice was low but had some weird undertone to it,
“Didn’t matter either way, though. We still would’ve picked you up.” He shrugged and signalled for the pilot to continue moving.
You strapped Marie in, making sure the buckle was secured before strapping yourself in. You held her close, caressing her gently to soothe her distress.
“Where are we going?” You tried to get a look at the man, but his shades prevented it.
“Don’t worry about that. Rest assured, it’s not a place of destruction.”
Leon’s POV
“Damn it…” Leon had finally made it out of the station after looting it for weapons and magazines. He could only hope you’d gotten to safety somehow. It was too late to go around searching for you aimlessly. Especially considering you’d already run off.
He double-checked his pouch before confirming he had what he needed. He knew there was a helipad near the hospital, so he set out for it without hesitation.
It was not without difficulty, however, as the infected came from all sides. Shit. He made a run for it, shooting whatever was in his way with frantic and shaky hands. He wasn’t cut out for this. He was just a rookie cop!
Eventually, he was able to find a sewage system. Traversing through it was no easy task. There were more than just a couple of undead civilians meandering about. They most likely thought they’d be safe in the underground systems– only to be proven brutally wrong. Whatever this virus was, it was spreading at an unprecedented speed.
“What the fuck?” Leon huffed as he thought he had finally reached the surface. Of course, that wasn’t the case. He stood before some rundown gondola, as if this were some theme park. Might as well have brought some snacks. He somehow managed to crank the thing into gear and hopped into the ride before it passed. It rattled and squeaked the whole way down. Almost scarier than the hell he’d just fought his way through. The walls were all concrete. From all the files he’d read back at the station, he had an idea of what was down there. It sickened Leon to know that his old boss had ties to it. That he, by extension, had somehow been a part of it. Fuck…
Eventually, the gondola came to a screeching halt. The gears twisted out of place, and he knew he had to hurry and get on out of there before the whole thing would go kaputski. He barely managed to drop and roll out of the cramped space before it caved in on itself and burst into flames.
“Fucking hell…” He whinged and got up with a slight groan. He wasn’t built for this kind of stuff. A rookie cop, taking on an underground criminal enterprise? Yeah, fuck no.
He found a large door with a red and white umbrella logo before. He knew it rather well. The umbrella corporation. They handled a lot of matters in Raccoon City. Practically owned the place with all the money they put into it. Leon had always been suspicious of their involvement in the city. Well? Now he certainly had his answer.
Upon entering the facility, he was greeted with a rather clean and antiseptic space, like the waiting rooms of doctors and dentists. The reception even had a monstera to match. It seemed so out of place for something that was several feet underground.
Some doors required certain levels of access. What a pain… but luckily, he managed to find some key cards along the way. Not that it was a particularly easy task. Whatever experiments these sick fucks had going on down there weren't exactly beaming to see him. He couldn’t even count all the close calls on his fingers.
But as he finally made it to a grand module, with bridges connecting the different rooms scattered about, he heard a voice calling out— which he recognised. Yours.
Your POV
Your head was pounding worse than any alcohol you’d ever been forced to ingest at the club for big spenders. As you eyed your surroundings, you found yourself bound by your hands and feet. A feeling of helplessness surged throughout your body. What the hell? You tried to struggle, having learned a few tricks from the plethora of mobs you’d serviced over the years. After you managed to get one hand free, the rest was a walk in the park.
“Wait…” you shuddered to yourself. The little girl you’d rescued earlier. She was nowhere to be seen. You were inside some office. There were cabinets with glass smashed, and files scattered about the floor. Clearly, people had been in a rush to leave.
“Some random guy with a helicopter was too good to be true… fuck,” you huffed under your breath, and got up on your feet. Your gun was gone. Your bag too.
“Fuck!” You snapped and started frantically searching for whatever could be used as a weapon.
After aimlessly wandering about the different rooms in the facility, you managed to find a hatchet and some magazines. No gun, though. Perfect. Ammo, but nothing to use it with.
More importantly, however, was the fact that you had to find Marie. You hadn’t come across her yet, which meant she was being held somewhere with high security. What the hell did they want with her anyway?
It was by pure luck that you managed to find a level II access key card on a dead researcher. Additionally, you found a hand pistol. Nothing much, but you had to make do with what you had. The magazines didn’t fit it. You needed a different kind of ammo. Why did it have to be so hard? At the very least, the pistol had all its rounds remaining.
“Marie!” You called out as you reached a large bay, with bridges connecting the different wings. All you heard was an echo of your own voice. It was probably a bad idea to shout out like that anyway. You let out a sigh before walking into the middle, where the bridges joined together in a circle surrounding some big… rock? You couldn’t exactly tell.
“Vixen?” You heard a voice on the other side. It sounded an awful lot like…
“Leon?” You called back.
“Yeah… It’s me,” he huffed and ran over, finding you on the other side of the rock.
“The hell are you doing here?” He holstered his gun and came closer, seemingly checking you for injuries.
“Some guy in a helicopter came and rescued me from the city. I think he chloroformed me… I woke up in a random office an hour or so ago.” Leon’s jaw tensed at your words.
“Look, this lab is fucked up, alright? I read several files. There’s a vial with a virus down here that they’re guarding. I have to find it and get it to the government or something.” You looked at him with wide eyes. Well, yeah, you’d figured it was an underground lab. You just believed it to be some research lab, though. Not an institution housing a bioweapon. Then again, you hadn’t bothered to read any of the files that’d been lying around.
“Holy shit… Leon… I-I came with a girl. They took her. I don’t know where, but I have to find her,” you quavered. Now, new thoughts were plaguing your mind. What if they were doing some sick testing on Marie? What if they were using her for whatever vial Leon was talking about?
“Don’t worry, alright? We’ll find her,” he nodded,
“I bet she’s in the same place as the vial. I don’t think there’s any reason for us to split up.” You let out a sigh, but followed his lead as he began walking towards the west wing.
You had no time to waste. Marie was in danger, and you’d already wandered around for too long. Leon seemed to pick up on your mood, and the two of you moved with the utmost efficiency. You came across some infected and other experiments, but they were swiftly defeated with Leon’s help. Not that you didn’t do your part.
After a while, you finally made it to a grand door. Connecting the dots from the files Leon had picked up along the way, the vial was supposedly housed in the adjoining room.
“Get behind me.” He pushed you back and readied himself for whatever was behind the door.
An office? An empty one, at that.
“What the hell?” You scoffed and scoured the place for any clues. Leon read through the files he’d collected once more. There was nothing to note, other than an adjoining room. Right… adjoining behind the door. It didn’t make sense, though. There was no door to any adjoining room inside the office. Nor was there some vent to crawl through.
It wasn’t until you started pulling out random books as you’d seen in movies that a secret passage was opened from behind the bookshelf.
“Huh, that really works.” Both you and Leon were dumbfounded for a moment before you made haste.
The space was huge. Numerous wires were connected to various ports and devices. You couldn’t make out what it all was—just machinery. That didn’t matter, however, because your eyes soon landed on a figure inside some kind of capsule.
“Marie!” You rushed over and put your hands on the capsule. She was fast asleep within it. Leon ran over behind you,
“Doesn’t seem like they’ve done anything to her yet. Just kept her asleep so she wouldn’t escape…”
“Perceptive…” a voice suddenly boomed throughout the place. A man in a lab coat emerged from the shadows. Not the same guy from the helicopter… then who…?
“You’re looking for something, aren’t you?” He chuckled, showing a syringe in his hand. There was a bright purple liquid inside it. You watched as Leon sharpened his gaze and pointed a gun at the man. To your surprise, the man only laughed before injecting himself with the liquid. That prompted Leon to blast off three shots.
… to no avail.
You’d never seen anything like it in your life. Even with all the infected you’d encountered. His body contorted and grew a different colour. His arms started bulging and expanding with the rest of his body. Hell, even his eyes changed.
“What the fuck?!” You screamed at the sight. Whoever that man was, he was no longer human.
“I’ll deal with him; you save the kid and get out of here!” Leon urged. You just nodded in panic. Finding a hatchet, you broke the glass of the capsule and pulled Marie out of it, carrying her as you ran out of the room.
Infected you’d missed before jumped out at you, but you just ran as fast as you could. Whatever to get back to the surface unscathed. Marie didn’t deserve any of this.
Eventually, through sheer brute force, you found a way out of that twisted underground lab. A new dawn had broken in the time you’d been down there. Helicopters were swarming above in drones. Luckily, it seemed to be the military.
Leon’s POV
The monster before him had finally taken its last hit. He watched as it collapsed with a roar, before exploding all over the place, prompting pipes to disconnect with fumes spilling out. No doubt harmful stuff to breathe in. Alarms started blaring, and it seemed whatever had happened started a chain reaction.
“Initiating self-destruction in T minus ten minutes.” He heard a voice through the speakers attached to the ceiling. Fuck… that wasn’t good.
He didn’t bother finding the vial he came for. It was time to run.
He shot everything that got in his way as he navigated the place in sheer panic. Some rookie job… The automated voice kept counting down the minutes until he finally heard the seconds being counted.
Fifty…
He found the set of stairs leading out of the place and climbed them, pushing himself beyond his capabilities.
Thirty-five…
He reached the end of the stairs and pushed the doors open frantically, as he made a run for it, getting as far away from the blast zone as possible.
As he made it outside the gates just in time to see you standing there with Marie in your arms, a huge explosion lit up behind him.
“Holy shit…” he heard you mutter. The two of you eyed the dark cloud of smoke forming.
“Leon, there’s military personnel just a few yards out. We should get out of here before anything else happens.” You jogged off. Leon followed suit behind you until you finally made it to a quarantine zone, where you were cleared before being allowed aboard a helicopter.
Your POV
As you touched down in New York City, Leon helped you and Marie off the helicopter.
“Thanks…” you huffed, relieved to no longer be in imminent danger. Marie was still passed out, but some soldiers were tending to her, having medical staff check her for injuries.
“No… I should thank you too.” Leon scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He had such a sweet, but exhausted look on his face. Almost innocent.
“One hell of a first date, huh?” You scoffed. He laughed with you.
“First date?” He glanced at you with a knowing smile. You smirked and came closer,
“Why? You don’t go for older women?” His face grew flushed as you said that. He tripped over his words a bit before producing a coherent sentence,
“You’d wanna go out with me? We just met…”
“After what we’ve just been through? Might as well have been a lifetime of knowing each other.” You shrugged, waiting for his response. He seemed like a nervous wreck.
“I suppose you’re right. Maybe we should take it from the top, though. Nice to meet you, I’m Leon. Leon Kennedy.” He extended his hand for you to shake. You took it in yours and told him your name. Not your stripper name. Your real name.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful lady,” he commented.
Feeling bold after all the shit you’d just gone through, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled you in for a kiss.
Six years later…
You had just finished ironing Leon’s coat for an upcoming mission of his. He’d been recruited by the DSO and gone on various missions here and there after the events that happened in Raccoon City. You still took up work as a stripper. It was a versatile job. You could easily switch clubs whenever Leon’s job demanded moving to a different area, which it often did.
The two of you had adopted Marie. It took some getting used to on both sides, but everyone eventually came around. It wasn’t a picture-perfect family life. It was far from it, actually, but you were all happy. That’s what mattered in the end.
“You ironed my jacket?” Leon scoffed, coming up behind you to kiss your neck before reaching your mouth.
“You’ll want to look fly on your mission. Impress all the infected, you know?” You chuckled softly.
“Nah, the only person I have to impress is my lovely wife.” He squeezed your hips and pecked you once more.
You helped him get the coat on and straightened it out on his shoulders before he picked up his attaché case. Marie came running down the stairs and tumbled into Leon,
“Come back safe, please, Dad?” She always worried about him. He smiled and ruffled her hair with a soft smile,
“You got it, kid. I’ll be back before you know it. In the meantime, be good to your mother, yeah?” Marie nodded at his words and hugged him again. He gave her a peck on the forehead before giving you another kiss, before leaning in to whisper in your ear.
“Reward when I get back, yeah?” With a flushed face, you just nodded.
“That’s my vixen.”
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Leon follows you around the house without even realizing he’s doing it.
If you’re sitting on the couch, he’ll somehow end up sitting right beside you five minutes later.
He always reaches for your hand whenever you’re walking together.
Gets ridiculously excited when you ask him to come with you somewhere, even if it’s just a trip to the grocery store.
“You want me to come too?”
“Leon, we’re literally buying milk.”
“Yeah, but together.”
His entire face lights up whenever you walk into a room.
Loves physical affection and will find any excuse to touch you.
Rests his chin on your shoulder while you’re cooking.
Throws an arm around your waist whenever you’re standing next to him.
Will absolutely drop whatever he’s doing if you ask for help.
If you tell him you’re proud of him, he’ll think about it for the rest of the week.
Loves hearing you talk about your interests, even if he has absolutely no idea what’s going on.
Remembers tiny details about you without trying.
If you mention liking something once, don’t be surprised when he shows up with it later.
Gets excited to show you things.
“Look at this dog I saw today.”
“Look at this picture.”
“Look at this weird-shaped cloud.”
Golden retriever behavior.
Sends you random photos throughout the day because they reminded him of you.
Loves being praised.
The fastest way to make him smile is simply telling him he did a good job.
If you’re having a bad day, he’ll immediately switch into comfort mode.
Offers snacks.
Offers blankets.
Offers cuddles.
Offers himself as emotional support.
Always chooses the seat closest to you.
Always.
If you steal his hoodie, he pretends to be annoyed but secretly loves seeing you wear it.
Gets distracted staring at you and doesn’t even notice.
You catch him looking.
A lot.
The moment you laugh, he’s smiling too.
Doesn’t matter if he even heard the joke.
Your happiness is contagious to him.
Loves taking care of you in small ways.
Carries your bags.
Opens doors for you.
Hands you your drink before you ask for it.
Thinks you’re the coolest person on the planet and isn’t subtle about it.
If someone asks about you, suddenly he has a twenty-minute presentation prepared.
Acts tough until you’re hurt.
Then he immediately becomes the most worried person alive.
Would rather suffer through something himself than let you be uncomfortable.
Falls asleep faster when you’re next to him.
Sleeps better when you’re next to him.
Generally functions better when you’re next to him.
If he hasn’t seen you all day, expect him to appear the second you’re finally home.
“There you are.”
Like a dog waiting for its favorite person to come back.
could you…..write chubby submissive puppy leon………..asking for a friend (me!!!!!!!!!!)
“Desperate For You.”
MDNI. Puppy! Leon didn’t understand why you’d want to do anything other than pay attention to him. When you’re busy, he takes the initiative to bother you until you decide to take charge. || [note: i got carried away on a request again lolll. i wanna kiss his pudgy puppy tummy]
tags: submissive! puppy hybrid leon, oral f receiving / face sitting, handjobs, mentions of knotting, begging, overstimulation. leon is clingy .. it is sweet though..
Before Leon, the concept of a puppy hybrid never crossed your mind. One of your friends brought it up to you and it sounded too good to be true. You were awfully lonely, and a companion seemed nice. The perfect solution to an empty house was a puppy hybrid.
That was how Leon came into the picture. He was so cute. You squished his chubby cheeks, pet his fluffy ears, and spoiled him rotten. You figured it would be smooth sailing. He behaved well enough and didn’t bug you too much. Until you discovered that your puppy was .. needy. A total pervert. You slowly understood why you’d find your panties sticky and hidden under his pillows, or why you’d wake up with him nuzzled up a little too close. It was clear you were in over your head.
The first time you felt the outline of Leon’s cock rub up against your ass, you were done for. He loved to snuggle, and indirectly hump you. But what could you do? You’d fluster and squirm, telling him behave himself. You weren’t above spankings and corporeal punishment. As your devoted puppy, always in some sort of heat and desperate for your attention, it was different. He had become yours.
You were trying to get laundry done, huffing when you felt arms in circle your hips. “Leon. I’m busy,” You squirmed, but he pulled you back against him.
“And? ‘m soo bored.” He whined, nuzzling against the back of your neck. “Want you to come play with me.” He licked a stripe against your neck, canines grazing your skin. It was playful, yet Leon didn’t seem to know his own strength. “Cant we do something fun together?” He sounded eager, squeezing you tighter.
“Like what?” You asked, trying to focus on the task at hand despite the distraction.
“We could go to the park, or stay here.” He suggested, hands moving from your stomach to your hips. Touchy. Your puppy did not understand personal space. Or maybe he did, he just enjoyed your presence far too much to care.
You felt warm under his touch, finding it hard to really ignore him. “I’ll think about it. How about that?” Your offer made Leon turn you to face him, arms on either side your hips as you were pressed back against the dryer.
“Would you?” He smiled, tail swishing behind him. God, you just couldn’t with him. His tummy was flush to yours, feeling the softness there. His ears twitched atop his head, leaning in to lick at your cheek. “Please?” He whined, lapping sloppy puppy kisses on your face.
“Leon.” You warned, and he quickly pulled away with a pout. He was obident when you were stern, assuming you really meant business. (or he didn’t want any spankings.)
“I suppose you can’t entertain yourself?” You asked, watching his pouty face.
“No. It’s not as good all by myself.” His hands were back on your hips, always touching you one way or another. You felt your stomach tangle in a knot, having an idea of what he meant by that. With Leon, it was impossible to tell where his mind was.
“I-I’m sure you can find some way.” You turned your face away, bumping him with your hip as you escaped his grasp. He groaned and followed you like the dumb puppy he was.
When you sat on your bed to fold laundry, it was hard to ignore Leon. Impossible when he dropped to his knees infront of you, tail wagging as he waited for you to finish. It seemed he thought paying attention to him was far more important than clothes. You opened your mouth to scold him, but he wasn’t doing anything too wrong. Instead, you finished what you were doing .. bargaining that an audience wasn’t too terrible.
Once you set the last pair of pajamas aside, Leon was quick to crowd between your thighs. He planted his hands on your knees and looked up at you with desperation. “How about now?” He asked, eager for your attention.
You sighed, reaching out to pet him despite his pesky behavior. When you stroked his fluffy puppy ears, he whimpered and pushed his head further against his hand.
“I guess. I really shouldn’t. I don’t want you thinking that pestering me deserves a reward.” You knew there was no point in even trying to be logical with Leon. If he had it his way, everything he did would earn a treat. Good or bad behavior.
“Please.. I’ve been so good.” He blinked up at you, leaning in to rub his cheek against your thigh. You could feel the warmth of his skin, how deeply he was blushing. It was cute how easily worked up he was.
“Good?” You tugged on his hair and he whined, allowing you to pull his head away. “I don’t think you’ve been good. But .. You’ve definitely been much naughtier before.” You released his hair and smoothed it out. That he had been. He’d made messes of your pillows and panties, as well as not thinking to ask permission before trying his way of waking you up.
“So? I want you s’ bad.” Leon whined, squirming up against your leg. He was getting all impatient while waiting on your verdict. You wanted to look away and correct his behavior, but it felt good. It excited you to see him so needy for you.
“Fine. I know you won’t leave me alone otherwise.” You stood up, and he stayed on his knees. The sheer devotion in his eyes when he looked up at you had your thighs squeezing together.
“Thank you, thank you!” His tail was wagging again, canines on display as he smiled something boyish. “What do you want me to do?” He asked, at your beck and call.
“I’ve got an idea then.” You motioned for your bed, and he was was eager to oblige, flopping onto his back and reaching out for you. You giggled at his excitement, quickly stripping your bottoms off. You knew if you didn’t keep up with your panties, Leon would get ahold of them eventually.
“Needy puppy.” You tutted, positioning your thighs on either side of his head. He tilted his head back, sweaty palms placed on your hips as he encouraged you to sit on his face.
“I-I know.” His lower lip trembled, parting to let out a shuddering breath. “Don’t make me wait any longer.” He gripped your hips, coaxing you to sink down.
“Okay, okay, calm down.” You smiled, resting your hands on the headboard as you lowered yourself just enough for his mouth to reach your cunt. You choked back a moan, feeling Leon eagerly lick a stripe from your entrance to your clit. He whimpered into it, sloppily sucking at the sensitive bud.
“That’s a good boy.” You stifled out, slowly rocking your hips against his mouth. He was whining, puppy ears flat on his head as he lavished you with wet kisses. Your praise only spurred him on, his hands squeezing the fat of your ass.
“Such a good boy.” You mewled, rubbing yourself harder against his ministrations. Leon was eager to catch on, drool connecting his lips to your skin—as well as the pretty noises he made when squirming beneath you.
“Cum on my face,” Leon mumbled between open mouth kisses, busying his tongue as it focused on your throbbing clit. “Please, Mm, Please, Ma’am.” He tried using good manners, muffled when you ground your hips down. His hands slid from your ass to your stomach, wandering your skin as he tried to hold you still.
“God, ‘m going to.” You choked out, gasping as your release came on faster than you’d expected. Your slick gushed and he was quick to lap it up, whining when you tried to move off of his face.
“Nooo,” Leon whined, pressing another kiss to your inner thigh. He looked up at you, cheeks blotchy red and panting. “Don’t move yet.” His ears perked up, hoping you’d give into his spoiled nature.
“You’re spoiled..” You huffed, trembling from the stimulation. He didn’t deny it, giving another wet lap between your folds instead. “Mmhm,” He groaned when you eventually lifted off of him. Overstimulation was fun to be on the giving end, rather than receiving.
You lifted off him, swinging your thigh over his face and lying beside him with a sigh. You don’t want to spoil him too much, or else he’d start acting naughty just so you’d pay him some mind.
You glanced at his thighs, noticing his own arousal. You watched the outline of him twitch, hips lifting my instinct when you reached out to touch him.
“Poor puppy. I can’t leave you like this, can I?” You teased, lifting his shirt up a bit to reveal his pudgy tummy. Your fingers grazed his happy trail, making him shiver.
Leon shook his head no, moving his arms out your way. “Make it better.” He whined, tugging his sweats down to expose himself for you. His cock slipped out with ease, stiff and leaking as he looked to you for help.
“Please? I won’t even touch myself.” He was panting, gripping at the bedsheets for self restraint. Baby blues stared at you, welling with tears as he squirmed uncomfortably.
“Okay.” You cooed, moving closer to his side. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and reached out to wrap your fingers around his base. The first touch had him already whining, jerking his hips up to fuck your fist. You stroked him slowly, enough to make him beg.
“F-Faster, please.” He threw his head back against the pillows, eyes squeezing shut. “I’ll do anything. I won’t bother you when you’re busy anymore.” He babbled, frantically bucking his hips up. You squeezed him tighter, pumping him faster per request.
“Since you did such a good job earlier.” You hummed, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. Leon whimpered, tilting his head to catch your peck of a kiss. He moaned into your mouth, leaking precum down your knuckles. You felt his knot begin to fatten at the base of his cock, and he sloppily licked into your mouth.
“Mmmn-gonna cum, Oh, fuck.” He fucked up into your fist, making it smooth from the amount of pre he was coating your fingers in. He was whining something high-pitched, pleading with you not to stop.
“Good boy..” You mumbled against his lips, breaking away to kiss at his neck. He shuddered, whimpering as the first spurts of sticky blurted out.
“Oh, oh, god.” Leon whined, hips stuttering as you kept pumping his throbbing length, smearing puppy cum over his tip as he mewled. Shlick noises filled the room as he humped up into the tightness of your fist.
“Wish it was your pussy,“ He babbled out, finally relaxing after the last wave of pleasure. You pulled your hand away, but let him nuzzle up to you like the clingy thing he was. “Wanna knot your pussy next.” Leon kissed at your cheek, running his tongue over your skin. His tail began to sweep the bed, almost knocking off your forgotten laundry.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You lightly scolded, but didn’t fight it when he tugged you closer. Leon was snuggly by nature, but became even worse after something intimate. He didn’t listen, simply burying his face in your hair.
“Mhm,” He laid an arm over your stomach, paying no mind to the mess on his. “Thank you.” He slurred, getting comfortable beside you. He didn’t care if he’d knocked your nicely folded laundry over, all that mattered was being close to you.
“Don’t get used to it. I shouldn’t reward bad behavior.” You tried sounding serious, but it came out weak. It was as if Leon knew you’d always ‘reward’ him no matter what he did. One look at that face, and you’d give in anyways. He just hummed and cuddled closer, knowing you didn’t mean it at all.
Warnings: smuttt, crying babies, parenthood, everybody's favourite family <3
Summary: You and Leon think it's safe to let loose during sex after you spent the day at the pool, getting all of your kids' energy out. Little do you know your 3-year-old, Ollie, has his own interpretation of the noise he hears.
a/n: So this is actually a combination of a bunch of requests I'm realising. Because in order for Ollie to be old enough to be able to speak, that would also coincide with the time reader and Leon were trying for baby Alva. Also the pool thing fit, but that was Mermaids. Either way, based on this request and can be read as a spin-off to my Cooperative Parenting series.
ENJOY xx
Special shoutout to my dealer @mrswinterbarnes for sharing some fantastic nsfw aeon artwork by @ariespsyche with me that inspired the smut in this. Good fics are a community effort guys!
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“Oh my god,” Leon moaned, as he pushed into you in this new position. “Oh fuck.”
You cried out his name, holding on to his thigh and his biceps for dear life. “Oh fuck yes, ah—”
The kids had been getting their energy out at the pool all day and were out cold. There was no way anyone in this house would wake up before tomorrow morning, no matter what they heard. So you and Leon were going at it like you’d never get the chance again. In fairness, with two young kids, this was an opportunity that didn't present itself very often. It was too good to pass up.
The soundscape of your bedroom was absolutely obscene. Between skin slapping, panting and loud moans, you had lost your entire sense of self, completely melting into the pleasure Leon was causing you.
You whimpered, as you felt your inner walls clench around him.
“Look at yourself baby,” Leon panted. “You look so fucking pretty.”
You opened your eyes, watching your and Leon’s reflection in the mirror across from your bed. It was hot as hell. You with your head hanging over the edge of the mattress, legs spread wide for Leon to thrust into you and rub your clit at the same time. His handsome face was somewhere between agony and pure bliss, mouth agape, brows knitted together and both of your bodies were covered in a sheen glint of sweat.
You looked absolutely delicious.
“Oh my god,” you moaned, your breath being cut off by Leon slamming into you to the hilt. “Yes, Leon, harder. Oh fuck yes, just like that. Oh fuck.” You cried out again as he did as he was told. He tended to do that when he was balls deep inside you.
Your body was moving further off the mattress, skin slapping against skin becoming even louder as your sex god of a husband pounded into you, setting your every nerve ending on fire, a strangled moan falling from his lips.
You wanted to tell him how good he was fucking you, you really did, but you had lost all speech, you feared. The only thing coming over your lips were uncontrollable moans and screams of pleasure.
Leon whimpered when you clenched down on him again. “Fuck yes, oh just like that, cum for me baby, I love you so much.”
He was so close too, he was trying to drag it out a little longer, so you could have an orgasm so intense it would shake your entire body but he was having an increasingly hard time. You could tell from the way he was gritting his teeth and the strangled noises slipping past his lips. It was music to your ears.
You had married the best man in the entire world. The most generous, sexy, thoughtful, absolute porn star of a man.
“Oh fuck, oh my god, Leon,” you cried out, your fingernails digging into his skin as you came hard enough for your soul to leave your body. The sounds that were coming out of you were worthy of an exorcist. But god was nowhere near you right now, this was all Leon.
He loved how loud and completely helpless to your own climax you were. You could tell. Because his thrusts became sloppy, as he spilled into you with low, guttural grunts, all elegance lost to the intensity of your orgasms.
This was glorious. You rarely had the chance to completely let loose like that and boy had you made the most of it.
When you were finally done, Leon gently pulled you back onto the mattress so you could come down without your head hanging off the bed. How thoughtful. How orgasmic. How absolutely perfect.
“I love you,” you panted, lying next to him, both of you wondering if you had died and were in heaven.
“Yeah, I could tell,” Leon said, breathlessly, a smile playing on his lips. “I’d say you really like me a lot.”
“I do,” you confirmed, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
“Do you think that got you pregnant?” he asked, still trying to catch his breath, gently placing a hand on your lower belly.
You smiled against his lips. You were trying for a baby. For the first time, funnily enough. This wasn't your first child. You already had two kids but both of them had been unplanned. As much as you loved your surprise babies, you wanted another chance to do it right, tracking your cycle and everything.
You had already been at it for the past several months but there was no second line to be seen on the pregnancy test yet. It was like a cosmic joke. Your reproductive systems apparently only cooperated when you were in fact not actively trying to conceive.
“I don’t know. Maybe we should try again in a bit, just to be sure?”
Leon chuckled. “Give me a couple minutes and I would love to—”
A distraught cry made your heart clench.
“Mama,” a child's voice sounded from across the hallway.
“Oh shit, that’s Ollie,” you whispered, immediately shifting out of sex goddess and into mom mode.
Your youngest was screaming like a banshee, only stopping to hiccup as he was catching the breath he so desperately needed to continue his assault on your ears.
Before you even got up from the bed, Leon had already pulled on a pair of boxers and rushed out the bedroom door.
You took one last deep breath to fully arrive on this plane of existence and shrugged into your robe. Ollie would no doubt stop screaming once Leon appeared in his bedroom door, chasing the monster under his bed away.
But Ollie did not stop. He only screamed louder and more frantically.
“Not you,” he shrieked and you tied the belt around your midsection, rushing down the hallway.
Ollie was completely fixated on you. Ever since he had been born, he was a real momma’s boy. You had also breastfed him for longer than usual because he had a hard time letting you go. But that was okay. If your baby needed you more, then he needed you more. You weren't on other people's timelines. Just like with getting pregnant. This was your family, everything would come together in its own time.
However, Ollie had never full-on rejected Leon like that before.
“Ollie, what’s up? Hey, buddy, it’s okay, I’m here,” Leon cooed softly, trying to pick his son up and calm him down, as he was sobbing and thrashing.
In his distraught state, Ollie sent a forceful kick straight to Leon's jaw. Leon winced, squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, before backing off and leaving his son to his tantrum.
“Where’s mommy?” Ollie shrieked, hot tears streaming down his face.
“I’m here, baby,” you said softly, crouching down next to his bed. Ollie frantically freed himself from the duvet and flung himself into your arms.
You cradled him against your chest, his face buried in your neck. “Ollie, hey, shhh,” you shushed him, gently stroking his soft curls. “Did you have a bad dream?”
Ollie gurgled and sobbed against the skin on your neck, barely able to compose himself. “No, he was hitting you. Why was daddy hitting you?”
“Your dad wasn’t hitting me, Ollie,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his head. “You had a bad dream.”
“No, I heard it, you were screaming and he was hitting you,” Ollie insisted, hiccupping again. He was so stressed, his little body was shaking.
Leon’s wide eyes found yours. “Oh no.”
“Uh…” You paused, not quite sure what to say, as your cheeks turned hot, looking at Leon for help.
Leon shook his head, just as lost as you were. He opened his mouth to say something, stopped, closed it again.
Your son was three. He had no idea what was going on. Neither did you want him to. You were mortified that he had heard what you and Leon had been up to. No kid should ever have to hear that.
“Ollie,” Leon said softly, scooting over to you and his son.
Ollie shrieked again, his voice breaking into a sob. “Make him go away.”
Leon looked like he had been slapped across the face.
You softly rocked your son from side to side. You had an idea.
“Leon, can you get his sippy cup?” you whispered and Leon already pushed himself off the floor, disappearing into the kitchen.
“Ollie, I’m okay,” you whispered, taking a deep breath in, your chest expanding against your son's body. After a couple of breaths like that, Ollie started to regulate his breathing too, his crying becoming less frantic. You pressed your cheek against his, repeating the motion.
Leon appeared in the door with Ollie’s cup, handing it to you from a safe distance.
You took the cup from him, offering it to your son. He wordlessly took it into his hands, drinking from it.
If they’re having a tantrum, just add water. Old mom trick from Rhonda. That could be for drinking, gently washing their hands—just add water in some way, shape or form.
Back when Lottie had been going through her terrible twos, Rhonda had seen you completely overwhelmed and struggling to keep it together. You had tried everything but nothing would work and it was getting increasingly harder not to snap when the devil seemed to have taken over your child at every meltdown. Sensory reset. For the both of you. It was so simple sometimes.
Ollie swallowed and you smiled, running a gentle hand over his head again.
“I’m okay, Ollie. Your dad didn’t do anything I didn’t want him to do,” you said.
“It sounded really bad,” he sniffled, blinking, tears streaking his chubby cheeks.
You wiped the tears away from the soft skin. “You weren’t supposed to hear that, baby. We’re very sorry. That was grown-up stuff.”
“Do you promise?” Ollie looked at you, face all red and puffy.
You nodded. “I promise. Your father and I love each other very much, we would never hurt each other.”
Ollie wrinkled his forehead, shooting an angry glance at Leon. “Do you promise?”
Leon put a hand over his heart, crouching down behind you. “I promise. I love your mom. More than anything.”
Ollie sniffled again. “Good. Because she’s my mom.”
Leon chuckled, nodding. “I know.”
“Ollie, I’m also your sister’s mom,” you said, smiling softly at his possessiveness. “And I’m your dad’s wife. We all belong together. It’s important to me that you know that, okay?”
Ollie nodded hesitantly, throwing his head down onto your shoulder again, gripping you a little tighter. “Can I sleep in your bed?”
You chuckled, being very familiar with his shtick. “Try and sleep in your own bed, okay? We won’t wake you up again.”
“I don’t want to,” he said immediately, voice quivering, threatening to start screaming the house down all over again.
“You need to sleep in your own bed sometimes. Like your sister does. You’re a big boy now.”
“Daddy’s bigger than me. He sleeps in your bed every night.”
You chuckled. “That’s different.”
Leon pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You know, he kind of has a point.”
“We’re supposed to be on the same page, Leon,” you hissed.
“I know,” he said, offering his hand to his son. “I would never hurt your mom, Ollie. Never.”
Ollie gave Leon a tired high-five. “Okay.”
“How about your mom stays here with you until you’re asleep? Does that sound good?”
Ollie nodded and you lifted him up and into his bed. Leon leaned forward and pulled the duvet over his son’s shoulders.
Ollie made a grabby gesture and you took his hand, sitting by his bedside.
Leon tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his lips finding your temple and lingering for a little too long. “He won’t remember this when he gets older, right?”
You shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. I hope not.”
“I’ll go check on Lottie,” Leon whispered. “And when you come back to bed I have plans for you.”
“Quiet plans,” you reminded him.
“Oh very quiet, you’ll see,” he murmured, pulling you in for a kiss on the lips, sending tingling sensations all over your body.
You gasped.
“Leon,” you yelled, jumping up and rushing to the bathroom door.
“What?” Leon called back, stepping into the hallway and freezing when he saw what you were holding in your hand.
“Is it …?”
You nodded.
He rushed toward you, taking the pregnancy test from your hands. The second line was pale still, because you were only supposed to get your period that day, but it was definitely there.
“Oh my god, you’re pregnant,” Leon whispered, his face lighting up.
“We’re having another baby.” You couldn’t stop the wide smile appearing on your face.
Leon pulled you closer to him, resting his forehead against yours. He gently placed his hands on your lower belly, caressing your skin with his thumbs. Your eyes fluttered shut, a happy sigh escaping you at the thought of the next eight months.
“Boy or girl, what do you think?”
You chuckled. “Leon, I have no idea. There’s no way to tell.”
He captured your lips in a gentle kiss. “We actually planned this one, start to finish.” He sounded so proud.
You nodded. “Shocking, I know.”
“Took us a while, though.” He whispered, gaze falling down to your still flat belly. Not for much longer. You would be able to show off your baby bump in no time and you couldn't wait.
“I didn’t hear you complaining,” you teased him, nudging your nose against his.
He chuckled. “This is our last pregnancy. We have to enjoy this and take so many pictures. Maybe go on one of those babymoon things or whatever they’re called.”
You nodded again. “This is the last time we’ll do this. Our last baby.” Why did you feel a little teary-eyed all of a sudden? Hormones weren’t supposed to spike this early on.
“It feels so weird not to be surprised with it,” Leon said. “I had time to look forward to finding out.”
“I’m so excited,” you replied. “I can’t wait to see what Lottie and Ollie are going to say.”
Leon's gaze trailed down and he bit back a laugh. “Do you want to pull up your pants before we tell them, though?”
“Oh,” you exclaimed, reaching down.
a/n: experts will know this was of course not their last baby. surprise, bitches as per Cooperative Parenting - Epilogue
