21 yr old leon asking you out and taking you to a diner for one of those good ass burgers from the sketchiest looking place ever. the two of you share a milkshake like some 1950s couple. its all very shy and romantic. leon tells dumb jokes that you laugh too hard at because your soul and heart are so light from being around him.
then you go to a penny arcade and you kick his ass at every game. nobody knows if its because he's that bad or he just can't stop looking at you. you let him win one game and hes all annoyed about it because he knows what you did. half of him is endeared by it too, though.
he walks you to his jeep afterwards and you plant a kiss on him because you've been thinking about it all night and now you're alone and the moonlight is perfect and you like him a lot. one thing leads to another and on the way to take you home he's pulled over on a dark road and you've wrestled him into the backseat and the two of you are dry humping like teenagers and he finishes in his pants pretty fast but pushes through the overstimulation until you cum.
when you feel the wet spot on his jeans while covering him with kisses afterwards you just give him a knowing look and he actually blushes. but it's really hot and you tell him as much. and he rolls the windows down while the two of you cuddle in the backseat afterwards. the breeze is just cool enough to make you shiver against him so he lays his jacket over the top of the two of you. you have to shake yourself from falling asleep like that because the crickets chirping and the rustling of the bushes and the deep, steady breaths of the man underneath you are too calming.
Summary: Being the only female rookie at the DSO, you're used to being belittled by your fellow agents. Thought to be invisible to your superior Mr. Kennedy, you would have never thought he'd come to safe you as your first mission goes terribly wrong.
Warnings/notes: Horror, blood and gore, violence, gun mention, angst, appearance of Chris Redfield, protective Leon, age difference, older!Leon, very slow burn, no use of y/n, author's first language isn't English
Clouds fill the sky. Putting a dark shadow on the world, while the sun desperately tries to get through the thick cover. It’s faint light cascading on the run-down buildings, streets and everything that once was. The air is cold against your skin. The fresh autumnal morning air doing nothing to prevent the light blush that starts to form on your cheeks once you get out of the car. The cold nips at the top of your fingers, making you curl them into the palm of your hands. Even though it was only the start of October, it wouldn’t take long before winter would sweep the land into its stone-cold grasp. For that reason alone you slightly dread the days in the field that would soon, hopefully, follow. Never really liking the cold, you aimed for a warmer climate. That would be possible of course if your life had been different.
You stand in line with three other agents next to you. Men. Taller and broader than you, but not necessarily better. You’re all clad in a tight marine blue shirt, sleeves rolled up and a small zipper at the neckline. Due to the weather, yours is all the way up, concealing your chest. A pair of black combat trousers hug your thighs while boots in the same color are on your feet, making you stand firm and secure.
The harness around your chest carries the essentials. Handgun at your right side, shotgun and sniper rifle secure on your back. Two hand grenades hanging on your left just in case. The weight of a knife rests against your lower back. The blade is sharp, a machete, ready to chop a zombie's head off if necessary.
The men next to you wear similar assemblies. To your right there’s Jonathan. A twenty-five year old, six ft tall blond with an ego flying through the roof. Shotgun and sniper also on his back but instead of a knife, he carries a large stone hammer. The tip sharpened, making it easier to break one's skull. He has been in this program for just as long as you have, starting three months ago.
The two men on your left, who you can’t even bother to remember the names of, have the same confidence as Jonathan. A smirk on their faces, like this first field job is going to be a piece of cake. They look slightly younger, twenty-two maybe twenty-three? You’re not sure. A few men in the other group that would come after you were twenty-six and twenty-seven. At the ‘ripe’ age of twenty-nine you’re the oldest one out of the rookies.
Standing before you are two more seasoned men. One incredibly broad, hair a dark brown almost grey at the sides, going by the name of Chris Redfield. At almost 6’1”his stance is wide, arms crossed, making his presence well known. He’s looking at us like any other teacher would. His brown eyes looking over his so called “students” with a straight face, while thinking to himself: “What the hell do these rookies think they’re doing here?”.
Next to him, slightly more behind, is his comrade. His hair, a dark blond streaked with a few grey strands signaling his age. Blue eyes focusing on the hand gun in his palm while putting in new ammo, not giving us as much attention. By 5’11” Leon S. Kennedy was not as broad as Mr. Redfield, but compared to him, he was definitely muscular as well. Biceps protruding and forearms showing off the few veins that peak from under his shirt.
The two of them had a well-known reputation. Both fought against any monstrosity the Umbrella corporation had thrown at them. Trying to protect the world from all evil.
They had trained you. Three months inside the DSO facility. Learning the basics from knowing how to reload a gun, to shooting one with perfect aim. Physical and emotional training, needed to defeat all enemies you would come across. Three months and eight trainees. All inexperienced rookies who wished to be full DSO agents, ready to kick some ass. Seven men and one woman. You.
Of course, being the only woman, which is very unseen in this line of work, you were often laughed at. Thought to be useless, weak and incompetent to get the job done. Well, we’ll see about that.
You’re quiet. Slowly analyzing the situation you’re in. Today is your first ever mission. As a trial of course. Three months of training had to lead somewhere. They had divided the group into two. The first group, with you in it, was brought to the outskirts of Raccoon city, driven in a van by Kennedy, Redfield in the passenger seat. The chanter in the car from your three other colleagues had been loud while you kept mostly to yourself. As you arrived at the scene, which seemed to be an open square with buildings surrounding you, you quickly got out of the car before anyone else. Already opening the trunk to get all your gear.
And that’s where we are now.
“Alright listen up.” You hear Chris say, making your ears perk up. “Your mission today will be simple, which is to retrieve some important information back from the old Umbrella labs that are situated below ground. You will be divided into two teams and each will be given a map. Your task is to bring the piece of information back to me. If you fail, you will be taken out of the program and you can pack your bags. Are we clear?”
You hear Jonathan next to you scoff, a silent “as if” slipping from his lips. Ever since the beginning of your training he has made it clear that he was the one who would be the next super-agent at the DSO. You already know now that a simple training, to retrieve information out of a lab, isn’t spectacular enough for him.
Chris’s eyes look us all up and down again before settling on you and Jonathan for a few seconds, then back to the two guys on your left. “Liam and Jason…” So those are their names. “… the two of you will be under my supervision.” Chris announces while walking over to them, handing them a phone with a map on it. “Leon, you take him and the girl” he continues, gesturing over to you. The girl…
“You need to take this mission seriously guys. This may look easy but you never know what could be lurking in this city. Especially underground. This is a necessary part of your training. Don’t take this lightly. You know what happens when you fail.” And with that he gestures to Liam and Jason to follow him, leaving you and Jonathan alone with Leon.
Leon's cold stare lingers on the both of you, sizing you up, almost like he is determining if the two of you are even worth his time. His gun is brought back into its holster, hanging at his right hip, before taking a phone out of his pocket similar to the one Chris gave to his own two rookies. “Take this.” He murmurs while outstretching his arm, waiting for one of you to take it.
Before you even get the chance to put a step forward, Jonathan beats you to it. Grabbing the phone out of Leon's grasp, he immediately starts to inspect the screen. Hastily looking over the map without including you. After a few seconds and a small huff from you, he looks up, eyes directed at Leon. “Is this a competition between the two teams? To see who finds the piece of information first?” The corners of his mouth slowly turn upwards. “Because I’ll beat them to it.”
The smirk that covers his face is so arrogant that you almost want to punch him in the face. You’re sure you could win a 1v1 fight against him.
“It is not a competition in any way. You look for the piece of information that we want, you get it and get back out of there unscratched, together with your partner, is that clear?” Leon isn’t amused by Jonathan's confidence either. When he averts his gaze back to you, you can see the slight frown on his face soften just a smidge.
“Now…” he says, focused on you while pointing to your ear “… The little earpieces you have in do not only allow us to communicate with each other if necessary, but I will also be able to see your vitals while I keep an eye out for you during the mission.”
“Wait, you’re not coming with us?” Jonathan speaks, a slight tremor in his voice if you hear correctly. Maybe even a little nervous? Anyway, it’s not enough to push him off the throne of pride in his head.
Leon looks back at him. “Who am I? Your babysitter? I’m not gonna hold your hand every time you have a mission. I think you’re old enough. You do know this is what you trained for right?”
You have to do your best to not let out the laugh that’s trying to burst out of your mouth. Your lips turning into a small smile instead that you desperately try to cover with your hand.
You’ve always liked Leon, ever since the moment you met him back at DSO. Back when you were truly ‘a rookie’, having very little experience on the subject of being a special agent. Back then he had only greeted you with a firm handshake and a curt nod, murmuring a quick ‘nice to meet you’ as he quickly went on to greet the next rookie in line. But the way he carried himself and the way he was respectful towards others... Trying to help people when and wherever he could? It made you have a certain form of respect for the man.
It was also not difficult to notice that he’s very easy on the eye. The strong build, the sharp jawline, the stubble covering it… After three months of seeing him almost everyday, you'd grown a little crush for him. All innocent of course, because you knew very well the two of you could never be together. What would a successful and good looking DSO agent see in a twenty years younger and inexperienced ‘girl’? So you kept your silly feelings at bay, knowing it wasn’t worth the energy.
All of that put aside now, you are a bit apprehensive about what Leon had just said to Jonathan… You have to admit, you’re a bit nervous being out there in the field with no experienced agent by your side if things were to go to shit. But you’re strong mentally, a good fighter and you’re brave. You can do this.
Jonathan, who of course isn’t impressed by Leon’s words, shoots right back. “And how do we…” he says, mockingly correcting what Leon had warned him about while pointing from himself to you “... know what we’re looking for? How are we supposed to know what kind of special information you guys need us to get?”
“You got a map. Use it.”
Jonathan steps forward. “That’s ridiculous. For all I know we could be out here until nightfall looking for a needle in a haystack.”
“Or until next week. That’s completely up to you.” Leon smirks, clearly having fun riling up the twenty-four year younger ‘boy’.
“You're insane, old man.” Jonathan spits back.
You can see Leon’s eyebrow raise at those words. Seeming to unlock something within him and break through his usual more calm facade. Something that you’ve seen maybe once or twice during your training. Something that was a little bit more dominating… His jaw is clenched, teeth grinding before, in his turn, taking a step forward. Looking your colleague dead in the eye, smirk removed from his face with now a stern glare replacing it.
“Watch it kid. I suggest you temper that tone of yours.” Another step closer. Not raising his voice, but keeping it cold and stern. “You don’t have to do this, you know. I don’t give a fuck if you drop out right now. What I do need to know though, is when you wish to go through with this, you will not fuck around. You will both protect each other while completing the mission. If your lives are at stake, you will do everything you can to get the two of you out of there. If you say yes to that, I, your superior, demand respect from you. Is that clear? You must learn your fucking. place. rookie.”
It went quiet next to you. No more words coming from Jonathan’s mouth.
When you turn to get a better look at him, you swear you see the dilemma in his eyes. Not knowing whether to punch Leon in the face or to restrain himself and go for the more civil option.
Eventually he casts his gaze downwards, realizing he couldn’t keep going like that if he wanted to reach his goal at the DSO.
“Fine.”
Leon recognises the submission and decides to drop the subject. Point taken.
He takes a step back, arms crossed. "Alright, I suggest the two of you start off immediately. The day is short and you’ve got quite a lot of ground to cover. Use the time that you have.” Then before turning his back, his gaze lingers on you one more time. The look in his eyes sincere. “Take care.”
And with that, you and Jonathan are left to fend for yourselves in the harsh reality that is Raccoon city. It is so that even one hour later, you’re still trying to work out the map. That is, if Jonathan would give you a chance to look it over.
You’ve had enough. You were constantly running in circles, covering the same places over and over again, which did nothing to ease your frustration with the man walking a few feet in front of you. It almost felt like the walls started to close in on you. So you decided to speak up. Thinking you’ve been patient enough.
“You have no idea where we’re going, do you?”
He stops abruptly, making you almost walk straight into him. He turns his neck so fast, you’re almost certain he has broken it. “Excuse me?”
You can see he’s trying to stay calm even though a fire is starting to ignite in his green eyes.
“You heard me. I don’t think you have even the slightest idea about where we are.”
A scoff falls from his lips, in deep contrast to the droplet of sweat coming down the side of his face. A sign of insecurity? Guess you’re right after all. “Oh please, I have the map. I know exactly what I’m doing.” His arrogance shining through, even though you can see his facade slowly starting to break. So you continue.
“Jonathan, this is the second time we are going through this alley. There’s two possibilities. Either you don’t know where we’re going, or you love the scenery here so much you just had to see everything twice, some streets even thrice. And don’t tell me it’s the latter. I think it’s about time we switch things up and you give me a go at the map.”
“Oh please…” he replies, now fully facing you, trying to solve the matter in his favor. “You’re a girl. How could you be of any help right now? Do you even know how to read a map?”
What is it with toxic men and their twisted ego’s? Their dying need to make women feel inferior? Never wanting to admit or even think about the idea that a woman could be right for once? Could be better?
That’s the second time today you want to punch him in the face.
You step forward, pushing yourself up so you’re standing on the tips of your feet. Your hot breath hitting his face, mere inches from yours. “Watch a girl save your stupid ass.”
You snatch the phone out of his hand before he even has a chance to register what has happened. Pushing past him, you try to ignore the protests coming out of his mouth. Your fingers flying over the screen of the phone, finally getting a good look at the map.
You’re not too far off from the way you need to go. The so-called entrance to the Umbrella labs underground being only a fifteen minute walk from here. How the hell did he miss that?
“Give me the phone back.” Jonathan grumbles, his arm reaching around you. You’re faster though, already taking a few steps forward, making your way out of the alley and onto the main street, moving in the right direction.
“Just save your breath pretty boy. We’ll be there in no time.” You smile, picking up pace. You hear him right behind you, sighing like a toddler who hasn’t been given his way.
After ten minutes or so, you reach a more secluded area of the city. The buildings looking even more run-down than before. The air suddenly so dense and foggy, you’re sure the entrance should be right around the corner. And you’re right. When you continue, you see multiple Umbrella posters plastered onto nearby fences, the red and white logo clearly recognisable. You grin, looking down at the map again, seeing that the entrance should be right ahead.
“You know, I’m not one to apologize easily but… Seems like you were right after all.”
You almost choke on your own spit at hearing the words Jonathan says from behind you. “Excuse me?” You stop, turning around to face him.
“Yeah, I just…” He starts, stopping next to you “... guess I was kind of dick to you before? You got us right where we needed to go.”
You blink, not fully knowing how to react for a couple seconds. Does the all so mighty Jonathan actually want to apologize to you? Ever since you started training together 3 months ago he wouldn’t even spare you a second glance. And now he’s trying to be nice?
“Uh... Yeah, whatever. Let’s keep going.” you reply, starting to feel a little awkward.
You turn your back to him again, your steps firm as you continue your search. You hear hurried footsteps behind you, Jonathan now making his way right beside you.
“So I’ve been thinking…” Oh boy, he’s been thinking? What an achievement. “... You and I? We would be a great team together don’t you think?”
You turn your head, making eye contact with him before quickly averting your gaze once you see the tiny smirk plastered on his face. You don’t like where his insinuation is going.
“Uh, maybe? I don’t know. What’s your point?”
His smirk grows wider at that. His steps curving slightly to the left, making his way closer to you. “Oh I’ve seen you, you know. Back at the DSO facility. You’re always by yourself, not making a fuss, doing exactly what dear Redfield and Kennedy ask of us. You’re always at the top of the class, doing your training like a good girl. You’re a natural. I figured, when this mission is over, you’d maybe want to consider becoming partners.”
You find his words creepy at the very least. And do you believe him? Has he actually been watching you these past 3 months? Or is this just his way of saving his ass so you won’t complain about him when you get back?
“How could you be of any help to me? You couldn’t even read the map.” You scoff.
You can feel his hand brushing against your underarm slightly. He’s so close now you can feel his hot breath hitting the side of your face. “I didn’t mean it in an agent kind of way, love.”
You stop again abruptly, looking at him like he’d just grown an extra head. “Excuse me?”
He’s laughing now, a disgusting rasp in his throat. “Oh come on, don’t play dumb. We’ve been at the DSO for three months now and you're the only female agent in training. You don’t mean to tell me no one else has ever made an offer like this to you?”
“What the hell are you implying?”
“I could show you a good time, you know? Have you take the edge off for once. I must say that I know my way around the female body very well, so you’d be in for a treat. I could please you just right. You won’t regret it. I can promise you that.”
Not only is he trying to get on your good side to profit from it at the DSO, but he’s also trying to get in your pants. You just shake your head. Sadly this hadn’t been the first time a man had spoken to you like that.
“You’re a pig.” You turn around, ignoring the excuses and promises pouring out of his mouth. You have better things to do than reprimanding a child.
What the two of you don’t know, is that a few streets back, Leon is following you. Not just following and checking your vitals, but also hearing every word that’s being said between you and Jonathan. A little detail the DSO keeps hidden, to see how rookies will react in these kinds of missions, not holding anything back while their superiors listen. And right now? Leon is very happy he’s able to do so.
He finds Jonathan to be an inexperienced low life who thinks he’s got it all figured out. The way he talks to you makes his blood boil. Not necessarily because it’s you, but just of the way he speaks to a woman. Like you’re just a vessel for his pleasure.
He chuckles when you dismiss him so easily, not paying him much mind. He likes your spirit. You always thought he didn’t pay you much thought during training, but you were wrong. He knew who you were. Who didn’t to be honest? The only female field agent at the DSO. Doing your best at every training. Hitting your marks every time there was a shooting test. Often even better than the other male rookies.
So yes, you had definitely triggered his interest.
As you make your way through all the abandoned and burned down cars, you can see a large hole in the ground just a few feet up ahead. Bingo.
You reach it. A black hole, approximately six by six feet big, making its way down through the concrete. No sounds come from it, but the smell is undeniable. Rotting flesh.
Ok. You prepare yourself for a few zombies down there. It should be doable with your training and all the weapons you have on you, you tell yourself. Luckily you’re not alone.
You take a flare that’s attached to your belt before igniting it and letting it fall into the darkness. It falls down a few seconds, hitting a few metal objects in its way, before settling at the bottom. You can see a steep wall of concrete going down, followed by a half destroyed ladder that reaches the bottom. You don’t see or hear any infected. For all you know, there could be a rotting corpse down there. You’re not going to wait to find out.
“Let’s go.” you say before squatting, moving one leg into the hole.
“Oh how how wait! You wanna go in there?” Jonathan grabs your shoulder. When you look back at him you can see the uncertainty in his expression. Gone is all the fun and excitement from before, replacing it with a certain form of fear.
“And what else do you suggest?” you question him.
He starts looking around all of sudden. “Well… Maybe there’s another entrance. One that’s more safe than this one.”
“Nothing about our job is safe Jonathan. Look around you. Do you see another way in? ‘Cause I sure as hell don’t. The map led us to this place right here.”
He doesn’t reply after that, just keeps looking at you with the same uncertainty as before.
“You coming or not?”
His only reply is a curt nod, making you doubt if he actually means it or not. He squats next to you, letting go of your shoulder. You take that as your cue to keep going. You descend gently and slowly, one foot in front of the other down the steep concrete wall. Into the lion's den as they say.
You try to make as little noise as possible, making your way down the ladder. Once you have reached the bottom, you take your flashlight so you can check your surroundings better.
The room you’re in is small, also six by six feet. A long dark tunnel is connected to it. You can’t see anything more than a few feet ahead of you, the flare and flashlight only illuminating a small amount of the place. You see water further ahead, making the tunnel appear to be some kind of sewer, which explains the smell as well.
Jonathan reaches the bottom next to you, frantically looking around, hand covering his nose. “What the fuck is this…”
You pick your gun from its holster, aiming it in front of you while also pointing your flashlight. You gesture for him to follow you. “Come on.”
You step into the tunnel. The water around your feet making your steps more heavy, while also producing a little too much sound for your liking. Behind you, you hear Jonathan pick up the flare. You turn around.
“Leave it so we can still see the entrance. Use your flashlight.”
He looks down again, a little frustrated with himself. “I didn’t bring one.”
You blink. “You didn’t bring one? Seriously?" A tiny shake of his head signaling no was your response. Jesus… Try going to war with someone like him.
“How could you possibly-. You know what? Forget it. Let’s go.” You wish this day would be over very soon.
The two of you continue through the tunnel, you at the front, him checking for any threats coming from behind, his gun now also drawn. The tunnel seems to bring you further down, a slight steep to your feet. It goes on for about two hundred feet until it separates into two new tunnels. One going left and one going right. You stop, trying to decide where to go from here. Jonathan bumps into you, not realising you had stopped. A whispered ‘sorry’ before an ‘oh fuck’ fell from his lips once he sees the split-up.
“What do we do now? What does the map say?” He asks, looking at you.
You take the phone again, your flashlight resting between your cheek and shoulder as you hold it in place. You see the thick yellow line bending to the right, signaling your way forward. As you put the device away again, you hear a low rumbling noise coming from the left. It’s far away though, a gurgling moaning sound that gets swallowed by the dark. You don’t have to ponder very long to realise what it is. You point your flashlight to the left, squinting your eyes, but you can't see anything.
“Thank God we don’t have to go in that direction.” You whisper while hearing Jonathan quietly agree behind you. You take that as your queue to continue your way right.
After about fifteen minutes of following tunnels, coming onto new split-ups, going left and right, you have reached the end of the tunnel. A short type of stairs going up with a metal door at the end of it. That must be where the lab is.
You grin in victory, ready to be done with this mission. You turn towards Jonathan, who’s inspecting the door with a certain nervousness. “You go up there and try unhinging the door. Look for any threats inside. I’ll cover you.” You tell him. He looks at you now, lips parted, clearly not wanting to but not deciding if he should fight you on it or not.
Eventually he nods, taking a few steps forward before going up the stairs, it steps creaking underneath his weight. You turn around, your gun pulled, ammo checked and flashlight up. You’re ready if anything dares to come closer.
Jonathan reaches the door behind you. His shuffling and pacing before the small window making you curious to see what’s inside.
“You see anything?” You whisper, before he turns around to look at you.
“No, it seems clear. It’s locked from inside though.” Another pause. “Let me get this door open.” He murmurs as he uses his elbow to break the glass. When that’s done, he puts his arm through it and reaches for the lock on the other side.
The twist of a lock is heard before the metal door screeches open. No sounds come from ahead of you, so you take a few steps back, gun still at the ready if necessary. You go up the stairs, turning around so you wouldn’t trip. Once you’re standing next to Jonathan at the top, you’re able to look into the room as well.
The room contains several desks decorated with various kinds of test tubes. The contents unknown to you as a result of it not being your field of work. Paper documents are scattered on the floor with a few lab coats and plastic gloves here and there. At least you’re sure now that you’re in the right place. At the end of the room, you can see an ever bigger desk with a large computer on it, its screen almost measuring six by three feet.
You’re the first to take some careful steps into the room, checking left and right for anything that might be out of the ordinary. Something that might look like the important piece of information the DSO needs. The air is cooler, more sterile than in the tunnels, but the awful stench remains.
Leon follows everything on the small iPad in his hand, staying a few blocks away from the entrance. This is a job meant for the two of you, as training. He can not interfere.
He can see you have reached the lab, your heartbeat quicker than normal as he checks your vitals. He listens to your steady breathing when you enter the room with your partner right behind you. Jonathan’s heartbeat however goes sky high, his breathing way more rapid than yours. Leon chuckles at the difference between you. The boy still has a lot more to learn. Compared to him you’re a natural. When a man and a woman go into the field together, you’d normally expect it to be the other way around.
Back down, you can’t find anything lying around. So you decide to start with the computer. The piece of information has to be connected to it somehow. Looking down at the keyboard, you type incoherent words trying to get the computer to work since you don’t see an on-switch anywhere.
You don’t have to try very long, the computer turning on at the first key you press. It’s not locked? How weird…
You take the mouse in your hand and go straight for the saved documents, searching for anything that might be valuable. And thank God you’re lucky. Various files were saved, starting from different kinds of chemicals to files about the test subjects they tried it out on. One particular folder takes your interest ‘The Connections Corporation’. You click it open.
Everything is in there. Their IP-adres, the people who carried out their work, reports from several top secret meetings… Guess you hit the jackpot.
You know what you have to do. Bending down, you look underneath the desk searching for the actual computer instead of looking at the monitor. When you find the black object, you take out your machete as you try to get the lid off. When you do, you look for the computer chip, carefully detaching it from the rest so you can take it with you.
You get back from under the desk. Your flashlight producing enough light so you can see it was still in good condition. As you go to put it in your pocket, Jonathan, who has been quiet all this time, steps up, snatching the computer chip out of your hand before putting it in his own pocket.
“I’ll keep this safe, thank you very much.” he cockily sneers.
Fed up with his childish behavior, you turn around, ready to give him a piece of mind. Who does think he is, letting you do all the work and then showing off after?
What you see next however makes your blood run cold and your breath hitch, quickly swallowing the words you were going to say before shouting something else. “Get down!”
He listens immediately, hearing the urgency in your voice. His body goes down by a fraction of a second before you raise your gun and shoot the zombie behind him right between its eyes, its body falling limp on the ground.
Leon’s ears perk up as he hears the gunshot through the little earpieces, his eyes now focused on the screen of his iPad more than ever, his body on high alert. You’re not supposed to run into any infected. He and Chris had scouted the perimeter before dropping you guys here. It’s supposed to be safe. He can see the two dots on the screen signaling where you and Jonathan are standing, but there’s no sign of a third person on the screen.
You’re shaking, your breathing now rapid as you stare at the lifeless body on the ground before you. The first zombie you have ever seen and also your first kill. You take a few steps closer to inspect it more carefully.
It’s the body of what once was a man, aged somewhere in his forties. It looks gaunt, caused by the lack of nutrition down here, its cheekbones pressing through its skin. Soulless, white eyes stare back at you, the skin between them torn by the shape of your bullet. Its jaw is what freaks you out the most, for it’s barely even there anymore. Half of it is still hanging from the upper part while the rest has been broken and torn off, smearing blood all over the neck, as the tongue hangs limply. That thing had been close enough to Jonathan to push him against the ground and kill him. How had he not heard something? How had you not heard something? If you hadn’t turned around…
The creature wears a labcoat, torn to pieces together with its shirt and trousers underneath. As you look better at the clothing, you start to realise one thing. Whatever kind of infected this thing was… It was already in this room before you first entered.
“I… I thought you said this room was clear?” You manage to get the first words out of your mouth when turning to Jonathan. He hasn’t gotten up, still bending forward as you see him trying to wrap his head around what’d just happened.
His lack of response angers you, so you take a step in his direction, now standing right before him as you make eye contact. “You hear me?” Now slightly raising your voice, still trying to be as quiet as possible. “Hey! Talk to me. You said this room was clear!”
His lips tremble when he speaks. “I… I did… It-it must’ve sneaked up on us back in the tunnels.”
“Bullshit.” You spit back. “I checked our backs right until we walked into this room and not once did I see or hear an infected. Look at his labcoat you fucking moron. He was in this room all this time!”
“I’m sorry. I tried- I really…”
“You could have gotten us both killed.” You silence him as you aim your flashlight around the room, going through it a bit more thoroughly, checking behind and underneath all the desks to make sure that one infected was the only one.
When you finish your round, you step back towards Jonathan. “Look… Accidents happen. Just… Don’t let this happen again alright?” You try to sooth him while stretching out your hand, helping him stand up again. Once he’s standing you check your ammo, ready to make your way back out. The sooner the better.
You only make it a few steps back towards the door, before you feel Jonathan grab your hand, stopping you. “That thing…” A tremor in his voice as he whispers “... It was so fucking close. If-if you hadn’t shot it down, I might have…” He can’t bring it in himself to finish that sentence. “Thank you. I’m so sorry I let you down”
You gave him a soft smile. "Whatever. Let’s just go. I think we’ve both had enough of this place.”
As he agrees, you both make your way out of the lab and down the stairs again, starting back through the almost endless looking network of tunnels.
Leon had moved considerably closer by now, being in the same street as the entrance you went through. There’s still no sign of any infected on his screen, so you both have to make it back without any problems.
You go in front of Jonathan as per usual, the water quietly sloshing around you, aiming your gun and flashlight straight ahead. To your relief, you don’t run into any more filthy bioweapons from Umbrella. Which is a godsend really.
Your optimism is short-lived though. WIth only a few more corners to pass, you suddenly stop as you see a figure standing about fifty feet ahead.
Another infected stands right in the middle of the narrow tunnel, its back to you. Your previous gunshot must have alerted it. You curse under your breath, quickly putting your fist up as a silent motion for Jonathan to stop as well. You look at him, quickly bringing your index finger towards your lips as a sign for him to be quiet. He was already distracted though, eyes fixed on the thing that’s ahead of us.
You see him slowly reach for the gun that is hanging from his right hip. As you’re trying to be as quiet as possible, a gun isn’t the best option here. This has to be done as quietly as possible, to not attract any attention.
You quickly grab his arm to make him look at you, head turning as you make eye contact. You shake your head ‘no’, pushing his gun away, before taking your machete where it’s held at your lower back. You point towards his stone hammer, gesturing for him to do the same.
Leon is getting more and more worried now. Why have the two of you stopped again? There’s nothing showing on his screen, nothing that should be in your way. The way back to the exit should be clear.
You sign to Jonathan to stay put and for him to help you when things go wrong. A basic form of military sign language was part of your training back at the DSO.
As Jonathan nods, you take a deep breath before looking back at the creature before you. Thankfully it hasn’t noticed you yet. As you gather all your courage, you grip your machete tighter as you make your way towards it.
It doesn’t make any sounds. It isn’t even moving, standing in the middle of the tunnel like a statue. The light of your flashlight and Jonathan's flare, not alarming it. Just like the one you’d killed back at the lab. Your heart almost pounding out of your chest as you near it, praying to every god above this would go well.
With only a few feet away, you can feel its rotting flesh starting to infiltrate your senses, almost wanting to gag at the repulsive smell. You take the last bits of distance in a hurry, raising your arm before sweeping it down with as much force you could manage. The blade makes contact with its neck, your cut clean, as in one full motion you’re able to cut its head off. The head falling to the side before the body tumbles into the water, the sound of the splash being something you could have avoided. Fuck.
As on cue, you hear a few gurgling moans coming from somewhere in front of you. You take some steps forward, seeing three infected coming from a nearby tunnel on the right that’s connected to yours.
They’re different from the ones you’d seen before, more active and way louder. They seem way more aware of their surroundings too, your flashlight doing nothing to hide yourself as their heads all turn towards you, gaze feral, screeching, raising their arms while making their way to you. Shit.
This hasn’t gone unnoticed by Jonathan either of course. His breathing uncontrollable as he shakes in his boots. “Fuck…” Clearly for him there’s no point in being quiet anymore “…fuck …we’re gonna die. We’re gonna fucking die!”
“No we’re not. Jonathan, man the fuck up. There’s three of them and there’s two of us, we can take them.” Why is it always you that has to encourage him?
The three infected have reached you within seconds, jaws snapping, out-stretched hands trying to get a hold of you. You dodge them and swing your foot into the chest of the first infected on your right, your strength enough to push him down, arms swaying. You don’t waste any time. Standing over it you lift your machete before swinging it down with all your might, planting the knife right into its skull, body going limp.
The reeking hot breath of the second infected tingles your neck. Before it has a chance you’re spinning on your heels, water splashing, as you swing your knife again, the blade finding home into its neck. Not enough to kill it but plenty to imbalance him. As blood seeps from the wound, you pull back your machete, foot kicking its chest so it goes down. You plan to do the same thing you did to the one before. Standing over it you raise your weapon again.
All of a sudden you feel an immense impact on your back, causing you to drop your flashlight and machete, your body being pushed harshly against the stone wall. You’re quick enough to turn around to prevent the flying hands from scratching you, instead grabbing the wrists and trying to pin them down. The third zombie that cages you in is enormous, towering over you by 6.6 feet, dwarfing you completely. Its broad chest and strong arms preventing you from getting away, its power momentarily too strong for your smaller frame. You grunt as you try to push it off, looking past it to see where Jonathan is.
He hasn’t moved yet, still standing a few feet back with his mouth agape, clearly in shock.
“Jonathan, don't just stand there! Help me out!” You shout, making him snap out of it.
He looks at you, then back at the infected on the ground, which is still moving, towards the infected that has you pinned against the wall. He’s shaking like a leaf.
That seems to knock him out of his stupor. Sadly, not in the way you had hoped. Instead of picking up his gun and shooting the brute that holds you hostage, he passes you, almost jumping over the half dead infected lying on the ground. He looks at you almost in shame. “I-I’m sorry.” Are his last words before bolting, leaving you to die and taking the flare with him.
Leon is sprinting towards the entrance, throwing all protocol aside. Technically, he isn’t supposed to help, but fuck that.
Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach.
No, no, oh god no… The dread that fills you is almost enough to pull you down and lose the battle you’re having against the infected. But that can not happen. As long as you’re breathing you won’t go down without a fight. It’s just branded into you like that.
Think. Come on, think!
There isn’t anything around that can help you. You can’t reach for one of your guns either or you risk getting bitten. You have to use your body, your own strength, to get out of here somehow.
When an idea strikes your mind, you do a quick mental prayer, literally jumping into action, all in the matter of two seconds. Pushing your whole body up, using the wall behind you as leverage, you kick the infected right in its chest with both of your feet. The action causes it to take a few steps back, releasing you, giving you a second to recompose yourself. In the little time that you have, you reach for the shotgun hanging from your back, swinging it to your front so you can hold it better with two hands. A simple pistol shot isn’t gonna do the job you reckon.
You raise it, just in time, before the infected reaches for you again, its mouth open as it brings out a gurgling scream. You lift the shotgun right under its chin as you pull the trigger, not knowing what kind of damage it will cause.
The shot is loud. Its recoil pushes you back as you feel the pressure down to your core. The zombie’s face is blown off, blood and flesh splattering on the wall behind it, leaving only partial pieces of the head still standing. You almost gag as the body tips over, water splashing, mixing with blood as it makes contact with the ground. Pieces of brain and bone now scattered around it.
As you pant, you realize that the last infected, the one Jonathan had jumped over, was still alive. As you turn you see its body still wriggling in the water, face down. You pick up your machete again and make quick work of it. Pushing your foot down on its back you raise your weapon and bring it down with full force towards the wound you’d previously made. Flesh tearing and bone cracking as you end its life, fully decapitating it.
Meanwhile Leon has now reached the entrance to the tunnels, a weak Jonathan climbing out like the devil himself is after him. His gaze lifting as he hears the sound of running footsteps. “Mr. Kennedy…?”
Leon forcefully pushes him out of the way without a second glance, jumping straight into the darkness below, heart pounding and gun drawn, moving as fast as he could.
He almost flinches when the unmistakable sound of a gunshot reaches his ears, the loud noise reverberating through the tunnels. Dread filling his heart as he quickens his pace even more. He takes a detour to the right, knowing the tunnels better than anyone as he had gone through them countless times before on previous missions. He realizes you’re not too far away from the entrance. He just hopes he makes it in time before you get hurt.
You stand up straight again, legs slightly wobbly from the exertion you had to go through while also a bit shaken up. You had never seen an infected before and now you had killed 4 of them in the span of 30 minutes. All in your first ever mission as well. Would have been easier if your partner hadn’t left you behind though…
You would show him what you were made of once you got out of here. He would have to run if he wanted to avoid you killing him. That alone was a wonderful motivation for you to move forward.
Being under the assumption it’s finally over, you place your machete back on the straps at your back, before going to retrieve the flashlight lying on the ground a few feet ahead of you.
The splashing of water, moaning combined with screeching fills the air once more, making you stop dead in your tracks. Your eyes widen, not believing the things you’re hearing. You thought that had been it. That you’d get to walk out of here now unscratched. Oh boy were you wrong.
Five new infected turn around the same corner the previous three had come from, all equally disgusting and horrifying in their own way.
You abort mission, leaving your flashlight for what it is. It will only draw more attention. You duck into the nearest alcove on your left, knees touching the wet ground as you kneel down, sogging the material of your trousers. At least you think it’s an alcove... You don’t have time to check, as the infected are now standing in the middle of the tunnel. Your flashlight making sure you can still see their silhouettes in the dark.
You’re lucky enough to survive the attack of three infected all by yourself, but taking on five at the same time is impossible. You can take three of them, but not five… Not five.
There’s no way around them either. They’re blocking your path towards the exit completely. Keeping you hostage. Panic seeps through you again like a cold blanket. You have to think of an escape plan, and fast. The infected won’t be standing there forever. Hunting you down being their number one objective, to go after the noise they heard. They will follow the tunnel farther down in your direction and if one of them dares to look you way, you’re done for.
As you carefully peek around the corner you can see them already stumbling your way. You look behind you, pitch blackness greeting you like a meager solution. The alcove seems to be a narrow hallway of sorts, leading you to god knows where. You don’t have your flashlight on you either. You won’t be able to see a thing. Who knows what you might run into? And fighting something when you can’t see, is like walking up to the gallows. You have to get your flashlight back but that will risk you being seen.
You take another look around the corner. Luckily, they haven’t moved any closer. You figure that trying to fight the infected is your best shot at the moment. To get your flashlight quickly and use the dark hallway behind you as a plan B.
You reload your pistol and shotgun, getting yourself ready for what might be your last few minutes of being alive. Shotgun slung over your shoulder, pistol gripped tight in your right hand, you close your eyes, taking a few deep breaths.
You will try to get your flashlight first. After that your main goal is to hit as many headshots as possible. And if that goes wrong? You’re bolting.
A gloved hand suddenly covers your mouth, preventing the faint scream from escaping your lungs. At the same time a strong arm wraps around you, pulling you against a hard chest, preventing you from moving any further. Your gun falls to the ground, making too much noise for your liking.
Using your body you push back against the hard surface behind you, wriggling your arms as you try to get free. Your head is pushed back, hitting someone’s shoulder. As you try to look up, a familiar face comes into view, blue eyes meeting yours.
Leon releases your face, bringing his index finger towards his mouth, signaling for you to remain quiet. You quickly nod, a little perplexed as you realize he’s here. His grip around you making sure that you’re not just imagining things.
Moving around, he removes the arm that is slung around you and puts you behind him. As he slowly turns the corner he’s able to get a better look, seeing all the bloodshed you had caused, the infected slowly making its way towards you. He moves back, gesturing for you to come closer to him with his hand on your back so you’re squatting next to each other.
He communicates through sign language. Telling you to stay calm and to follow his lead, that everything is going to be alright. You believe him. With two agents against five infected the job will be more doable. When all of this is over, you have to think of a way to repay him. Repay him well.
Moving his hands he tells you his idea. The plan is to be stealthy and make as little of a mess as possible. Being the older and more experienced agent, he will move first with you right behind him. His axe and your machete at the ready. Before you turn the corner, he will throw a rock over the infected and into the other direction, trying to get their attention away from you. Then the two of you will move closer, each trying to take out one infected separately, two if you’re lucky. The rest will probably have to be done with a gun.
You sign back to the narrow tunnel behind you, to the way he came from. Wondering if that isn’t a better option than the danger that lies before you. Leon shakes his head as he brings up all ten fingers before pointing behind him. Your eyes widen, shock clearly visible on your face. Your hands start to tremble. There are ten more back there? Did he sneak past all of them? The thought makes you shiver.
Leon sees the worry in your expression. Quickly putting his hand on top of yours. He makes sure your eyes are back on him. Clear blue staring back at you, he whispers the words ‘we’re going to be ok’. The warmth of his voice feels like a warm blanket around you, emitting a protective and secure feeling. His hand touching yours, sending goosebumps up your whole body.
All of a sudden you realize how close the two of you are actually sitting. Your knees barely touching, his hot breath slightly caressing your face. For the fraction of a second, you allow yourself to admire him. The few strands of hair slightly covering his eyes. The few wrinkles there, around his nose and on his forehead, signaling his experience in life. The light stubble with a few grey strands going through it, down towards his neck. Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. Down to the broad and muscular pectorals. His arms are a piece of art on its own, the muscles under his shirt bulging as he’s preparing for the fight that’s about to come. He is… beautiful. You feel safe with him even though the situation isn’t very bright looking.
To not let him notice you staring, you quickly take your hand away from under his grasp, signing back that you agree with his plan. You put your gun back into its holster and reach once again for your machete, keeping it ready. Leon does the same, his axe now gripped tightly in his hand, the blade still shining in the faint light that is given. You look at him and curtly nod, signaling that you are ready.
He picks up a nearby rock that lies neglected in the water, putting it ready at his feet. Raising three fingers between you, he looks into your eyes, signaling he’s about to count down. Another nod from you is the last assurance he needs.
One. Two. Three.
The rock goes flying. Straight over the heads of the infected, colliding to the tunnel wall with a sharp loud thud. As on cue the five heads turn in the direction of the sound, giving you and Leon exactly the opening you need.
Leon moves first, stalking the first infected on the left. You’re right behind him, your eyes on the one next to it. The two of you move as quietly through the water as possible. The wrinkles betraying your position, thankfully not too obvious for the infected to notice. You try to be efficient, knowing you’re only given a handful of seconds before their attention will fall back to you.
Leon doesn’t turn to look back, feeling your presence now next to him.
Like the two of you had practiced it a million times before, you both jump at the exact same time. Both of your weapons hitting its mark as you attack from behind.
The two creatures don’t stand a chance. Both being beheaded at the same time. The sound of body parts falling brings the others out of their stupor, all of them turning to inspect what happened.
They don’t get much time to act. The one closest to you is forcefully pushed back against the wall as you kick it in its chest. Leon racing past you to take care of the other two.
The one you had pushed against the wall, recovers quickly. Its arms sway as it tries to hurt you with strong perseverance. You swing your machete, the tip aiming down as you impale it right in the chest. A sound something between a gasp and screech falls from its lips as you pull the blade back out. Aiming it, you swing again. This time chopping both of its arms off. You finish with something that’s starting to become your signature move. Blade slicing through its throat, vertebrae and neck. The head rolls into the water as the body slumps down against the wall.
Panting, you turn around, your gaze searching for Leon. He had downed the fourth infected. Now standing over it, foot placed on its chest, he gives the final blow. His axe planting itself into the skull, blood splattering everywhere as pieces of brain fall onto the ground.
Behind him you see the fifth infected taking advantage of Leon being distracted. Its mouth hanging open, blood already seeping out of it, as it starts for him, reaching for his neck. Leon being completely oblivious.
You don’t have time to scream or shout his name. You raise your machete instead before aiming. With a groan you throw it. The blade swinging through the air before sheeting itself into the neck of your target. The strength of your blow causes the infected to fall to the side. Wriggling in the water with a strangled groan leaving its bloodied mouth.
You reach it in no time. Taking your blade out of its neck before lifting your foot. Bringing it down with full force you break the skull, crushing the bone. Its brain is a mash up underneath your boot as you hear the bone crunch. You quickly pick up the flashlight as you look around. Feeling the adrenaline coursing through your body, awaiting a new threat.
As your eyes fall upon Leon, you see him already looking at you, panting as well and eyes wide. A faint look of disbelief on his face, like he almost couldn’t understand how you’d killed the infected before he did.
“You… uh… Well done.” He nodded, casting his eyes to the ground. He takes his own flashlight out of his pocket before lighting it. Inhaling sharply through his nose, he takes a few steps forward, now standing directly next to you. He checks the way ahead before clearing his throat. “We need to get out of here.”
As on cue you hear an immense blast coming down the way you came from. The tunnels shake as dust and a few rocks come down from the ceiling. The two of you both bending over, Leon’s arm slightly hovering over you as a form of protection.
“What the…” you hear him whisper.
“Mr. Kennedy, what was that?”
The next thing you know, multiple screeches and moans fill the area again. The sound coming exactly from where the huge blast had come from. Not just the screeching of four or five infected. No… There are more. Way more. It almost seems as if the blast from before had opened up a gate of some sorts. The gates of hell, freeing its most horrendous kind of demons.
As you hear the thunder of footsteps and snarling getting closer, you realize this is not something the two of you can fight off on your own. Not even with all the guns you have on you. Leon seems to be sharing the same thought, quickly grabbing your arm and turning you around. “Run to the exit, now!”
You don’t have to be told twice. Aiming your flashlight to prevent yourself from falling down, you sprint through the tunnels. Leon right behind you. Occasionally looking behind him as he draws his gun. You do the same as you do not know what kind of surprises might still lie ahead.
The snarls get louder behind you, signaling the infected’s proximity. They are faster than you, you realize. Way faster, even though they don’t see a thing in the dark. Must be some weird type of mutation Umbrella cooked up in one of their labs.
As you round the final corner, you finally get to see the light of day. Literally. The hole in the concrete that you came through, being about two hundred feet up ahead. You run towards it as fast as you can. But sprinting slightly uphill with water to slow you down isn’t very ideal. Both Leon and you are having a hard time getting up.
You’re halfway when you look behind you. Seeing at least 6 infected rounding the corner you just passed yourself, with more to follow. You’re not as brave now as you were before, fear seeping into your bones again. Fear of not making it in time and having to die out here. “They’re getting closer!”
Leon ceases his sprinting and turns around. “Go! I’m right behind you!”
The first shot of his pistol rings through your ears as it hits its target. The one infected running at the front falling down, the rest crawling over its body like madmen. More shots follow as you hear Leon take out one after the other.
You look back down once you reach the top and see Leon still shooting as fast as he can. As the infected get concerningly closer. You take out your sniper rifle, aiming down and looking through the scope. “Mr. Kennedy c’mon, I’ll cover you!”
You wait as you analyze your targets. Waiting for the perfect shot as you don’t have as much ammo on you as you actually need for the rifle. You grin as three infected align perfectly. The red dot of your scope marking the first one's head. The other two running behind it. You take the shot. Your bullet bursting through their brains in one fluid motion, downing them in a mere second. Because of the silencer, your first shot is almost inaudible. But it does not go unnoticed by Leon as you hear him curse under his breath before turning.
As he’s sprinting up towards you, you do everything in your power to make sure he gets up safe. Only needing a handful of seconds to down the first litter. Sniping is something you’ve excelled at ever since you started at the DSO. Being often told your sniper skills are better than anyone else's, you take immense pride in the skill.
Well your training is definitely paying off now.
Leon reaches the top incredibly fast. Grabbing your hand he pushes you towards the ladder. “Hurry...”
You swing your rifle onto your back before grabbing the metals bars and climbing up. You hear Leon fire a few more shots before following suit. Reaching the top, you lean against the steep concrete wall, regaining your balance before bending down. Your hand reaches for Leon’s as you try to help him up. His warm firm grasp embraces yours. With one strong tug you pull him up.
Something counters your strength, Leon groaning as he’s being pulled down again. A loud curse escapes him. One of the infected has managed to gain up on him and grasp onto his lower leg. As it grabs him with both of its claws and tries to climb up, you know he’ll get bitten if you don’t act quickly. Freeing your pistol from its holster, you aim right between its dead eyes. Not hesitating as you pull the trigger. The blow causes the creature to fall back down, taking two others with him who were also trying to get up the ladder.
With Leon now free, you continue pulling him back up. As he gets up next to you on the concrete wall, you grasp for your shotgun again, aiming towards the next filthy infected that’s right behind him. You pull the trigger. The immense blast making it tumble back down in several pieces.
You hear Leon shout next to you. “There’s too many. Run!”
Climbing up the steep wall, you hear the sharp clinging of metal next to you. You look back at Leon. The metal pin of the grenade he’s holding, being the source of the noise. You see him pull out the pin before throwing it carelessly behind him. He pushes you forward. “Go! Shit’s about to blow!”
With a last look behind him, he throws the grenade back at the infected, before taking a final sprint. You see it land right at the bottom of the hole, at least twenty zombies now filling the area that you came from while some were climbing the ladder again. Leon wraps his arm around your middle and pushes you out of the tunnel as fast as he can.
Finally reaching the top, the two of you climb out, leaving the evil darkness behind. Now running on the street you only manage a few more steps before your body is catapulted. As the bomb goes off behind you, you hear the deafening sound of rubble coming down. Shaking the asphalt below your feet. You fall on your front. Your arms wrap around your head to prevent yourself from getting hurt. Leon falls on top of you. His body now involuntarily protecting yours from any flying debris.
After a few seconds the rumbling and screeching from the infected quiets down. You feel the pressure of Leon’s body slightly crushing you. The smell of sweat and dirt mixed with the smell of freshly washed linen fill your senses like a warm blanket that’s being wrapped around you. Oddly enough, you don’t mind his crushing weight.
A few more moments pass before you feel him shift above you. Slowly lifting himself up as a groan falls from his lips. One hand positioned at your waist as the other holds himself up. You dare look up yourself.
Smoke fills the air, providing an even more thick and impenetrable fog than there already was. Pieces of rubble and dirt all scattered around the place. As you look back at the hole in the ground that you came through, you only see a big pile of debris left. What once was an entrance to one of the Umbrella labs had now caved in, taking the infected with it. The grenade had sealed them in like a tomb.
You feel Leon’s firm grip as he lifts you from the ground. Once back on your feet, you’re turned towards him. One hand still on your shoulder as he starts inspecting you from head to toe. Brows furrowed as he’s looking for any sign of injuries. “Are you alright?” He asks hurriedly, his gaze now coming up to meet yours. Searching your eyes to make sure you’re not hurt.
You nod, slightly nervous because of his touch. “I-I’m fine…” You say before looking at your feet. The intense eye contact a bit too demanding for you to hold. Looking back at the destroyed entrance you huff in approval. “Good thinking, throwing the grenade back there. I thought we were goners.” You joke, trying to lift up the mood. His hand leaves your shoulder as he quietly hums. Looking back at the pile of debris, a frown is edged on his face. Still cautious that anything might come through the rubble and attack you. You admire that about him, just as much as you find it very attractive.
“Mr. Kennedy…” He looks back at you. His gaze making you slightly weak in the knees. “… I- Thank you. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve never made it out of there alive.” Your words seem to soften something inside of him. The frown on his face now slowly vanishing.
“No need to thank me really.” He says, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t have had to go through that. Chris and I, we checked the perimeter for any danger before you guys even came here. If… If I had known there were so many infected, I would have never sent you down there. I’m so sorry.” You see the regret in his eyes, the immense disappointment in himself for failing you like that. As your superior it is his responsibility to look after you and keep you safe during training. To adjust your tactics and give you tips in any way he can. He couldn’t even do that.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen?”
Your eyes widen as he shakes his head no. You suddenly realize what kind of catastrophe you had just avoided. Your whole mission was to just get the computer chip back from the lab and return without scratches. No zombies blocking your path whatsoever. No wonder Jonathan ran off like a pussy.
You see Leon having difficulty with the situation he had put you in. Not daring to meet your eyes, he averts his gaze to somewhere slightly above you. His shoulders a little bit tense, as his hand goes behind his neck to awkwardly start scratching at the skin. You feel bad for him... This man, who saved you when no one else did, did not deserve to feel this distraught. According to the many stories from his past missions when he was younger, he’d already felt enough of that.
“You shouldn’t feel guilty. No one can predict something as horrifying as what has just happened.” Your words are honest and warm as you try to gain his attention.
Leon curtly nods, looking for the way ahead. “Let’s go.” He mumbles before taking a few steps through the mist, discarding your words.
Having none of it, you quickly follow his steps. Reaching out to grab his lower arm, you make him turn, forcing him to lock eyes with you before saying your next words of truth. “Mr. Kennedy… Please believe me when I say it’s fine. Really. You did everything you could. If it weren’t for you I’d be dead.”
“If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be in this situation right now.” He grumbles, eyes cold.
“But I am.” You take a step closer before continuing. “And that’s not because of you, but because I chose to be here. I chose to become a DSO agent and to do this mission with you. I chose to step into that tunnel and continue the mission. If I wasn’t prepared to face any danger, I would have just dropped out of the program.”
Leon sighs before clenching his jaw, not very much convinced. “Still… I should have known.”
“But you didn’t. And that’s ok. Mistakes happen. Look, Jonathan didn’t check the lab for threats very well when we were down there and I still forgave him…”
You’re interrupted as Leon’s gaze fixates on something moving behind you. “Speaking of which…”
You turn around, a gasp escaping you. There, sitting on a withered metal bench, was none other than Jonathan. His hunched over form taking shape through the mist. He notices you at the exact same time. Eyes wide and mouth agape as he sees you’ve made it out alive with Leon standing right next to you.
You inhale sharply, eyes narrowing as you feel your head getting warm. You grind your teeth as he stands up. His lips forming a small smile, hand on his chest almost like he’s relieved. Like he forgot what he’d done to you. How he’d abandoned you. A strange feeling of rage flows through you, blood pumping through your veins as you march towards him. You roll up your sleeves before clenching your fist, holding it steady at your side. With only a few feet away, he opens his arms in mock gesture, inviting you in, believing you to be a dumb rookie agent. “Oh thank God, I was so worr-“
You don’t give him time to finish his sentence. Your fist colliding full force against his upper jaw, nose breaking as you give him the hardest punch you could muster. A cry, that sounds anything but manly, bursts from his lips. His body tumbling over as he falls to the side.
“Tell someone who actually gives a shit.” You snarl, desperately trying to stay calm before you do anything worse.
Blood seeps from his nose, his hand reaching for it as he inspects the damage. A look of dismay is thrown at you when he sees the blood coating his fingers. His eyes search for your superior. Leon, standing only a few feet behind you, who’s been watching you the whole time. He doesn’t interfere. You’ve earned it.
“Hey! You’re just letting her get away with this? You got nothing to say about that?” Jonathan says in disbelief. Voice raising as he throws the words at Leon.
You have to do your very best to hold yourself back. Your hand itching to punch him again. You hear the sturdy footsteps of Leon’s boots behind you as he comes closer. Turning your head to see him stop right next to you, you notice the tiny smirk he’s holding. His eyes turn as cold as ice before fixating on Jonathan. “You’re out.”
Jonathan scrambles to get up as his brows furrow and his mouth falls open in shock. “What?”
Leon doesn’t miss a beat to repeat himself. “You’re out. When we get back to the DSO, you take your bags and leave.”
“What? Wait! No-no-no…” He panics, hand reaching inside his pocket, taking out the computer chip he had taken from you. “... I got the computer chip. The important piece of information you guys were searching for. I completed the mission!”
Leon chuckles while shaking his head, staying very calm. He takes the chip out of Jonathan’s grasp, collecting it in his own pocket. “You didn’t do shit kid.” He takes another step closer. Looking Jonathan dead in the eye. “You abandoned your partner in a situation where she needed you most. Running off like a little bitch you left her there to die. The number one rule in a partnership is you both complete a mission and leave no one behind. She-” he says while looking at you for a split second “-has more courage and intelligence in her than you could ever fathom. If it weren’t for her you’d be fucking dead. And that’s how you repay her?”
You see Jonathan’s Adam's apple bob. Probably swallowing the last remnants of pride he has left. A look of betrayal is shot at you. “You told him?”
As much as you want to reply, Leon beats you to it. “She didn’t have to tell me anything. I heard everything that was said between the two of you.”
As both you and Jonathan stare at him with a questioning look, he raises his hand and points towards the little earpiece. You chuckle as Jonathan curses. “Son of a bitch…”
You have to refrain yourself from laughing too hard. Instead your lips part as you smirk, staring back at Jonathan with a satisfied look on your face.
Leon grabs him by the shoulder and pushes him forward. “Now get back to the dropping site and after that I don’t want to see you ever again.”
A low grumble falls from Jonathan’s lips as he starts walking, shoulders slumped, his head bent down in shame. You and Leon follow suit. Just a few feet behind him. With the adrenaline slowly wearing off and your skin still sweaty, you start getting goosebumps. Even now with the sun at its highest peak, it’s still not enough to keep you warm.
“You ok?” A little bit startled by his question, you look back at Leon, his eyes already on you.
“Yeah…” You nod quickly, not wanting him to worry. “Just a little bit cold, that's all.”
He frowns at your words, gaze dropping towards your bare arms, seeing the hairs on your skin standing up. He moves a bit more towards you as you’re walking, dropping his voice a little so only you can hear him. “Just a little longer and we’ll be back at the car in no time. You can warm yourself up there.”
He doesn’t know why he tells you that. Why he says those words of comfort or why he suddenly feels the strange need to look after you. Is it because you’re a woman? Or is there something more? Something hidden. Something buried deeper within himself that he’s desperately trying to ignore.
When he’d found you back in the tunnels, he was impressed at how well you were able to hold yourself up. At how well your resilience was in the midst of danger. The massacre you had caused all by yourself was something on the level of more experienced and seasoned agents. The way you had moved and used your machete, like you had been doing it for years. The way the faint light of your flashlight had reflected the sweat on your pale skin. How your biceps, which were considerably smaller compared to his, had moved when you parried every attack. And don’t get him started on that precision kill you did with your sniper rifle. Killing three infected with just one shot? You had outdone yourself, immensely. It had triggered his attention.
And when you got up to punch Jonathan in the face? He hadn’t moved. On the contrary, he had found it very amusing. Seeing your smaller frame march up to him like a little pitbull before breaking his nose. He even found it a bit attractive as well, though he didn’t want to admit that to himself. You were twenty years younger for goodness sake. You probably thought he was an old creep you had to train with.
Despite his worrying, he can see your eyes soften at his words. A warm smile now covering your face that manages to shake something in him. You also lower your voice. “Thank you again Mr. Kennedy. For everything, really.”
He wants nothing more than to tell you that you can just call him by his first name. To be more familiar with him. But he’s your superior… He has to stay professional. So he answers in the best way he can. “It’s nothing. I’m glad I was there.” Offering you a warm smile in return, you continue your way back to the dropping point.
He feels guilty. So immensely guilty. There’s no way to describe it. He should have known better. Should have seen the bioterrorism pop up on the scanners when he and Chris had first scouted the area. Years of being in the field, facing danger and managing to survive every single day, years of training… and he’d still failed. Had failed you. He tells himself he’s no better than Jonathan. No better than the men at the DSO who think less of you just because you’re a woman. He doesn’t deserve your kind words and compassion. If anything he should be thankful you’re still looking at him with such respect.
With you walking slightly in front of him now, he lets his eyes wander to your smaller frame. Resting on your hair, slightly dirty from all the dust and debris, neatly woven into a French braid. A couple of strands have come loose, framing your face. The color of your hair is a pretty contrast to the dark navy blue of your shirt. As he looks up, he admires your youthful face. Adorning a few little freckles, mostly around your nose, with eyes that shine bright even in the darkest of places. The pale skin of your arms and neck, decorated with a few beauty marks here and there.
The black harness holding your weaponry is tight around your chest, showing off your slim figure and small waist. He notices the zipper of your shirt had come down a bit, revealing the sheen of sweat on your chest caused by all the exertion. A single drop running down, disappearing between the swell of your breasts. He lets his gaze drop lower. To the shape of your hips. To your machete that’s carefully placed above your gorgeous behind. The knife softly swaying from side to side with each step you take.
And when the grenade went off… When he lay on top of you… When he felt your warmth pushed against his crotch…
Jesus Christ.
“What do you think of me?”
“What?” Leon says, startled by your voice. He shakes his head, almost like waking up from a dream. Eyes coming back up to meet yours with a faint blush already starting to form.
“The mission…” You say. “How did I do?” Fuck. Focus Kennedy. Get your act together.
He clears his throat, swallowing the last bit of spit, his mouth going dry. “You uh… You were great. Amazing in fact.” Is that too much for him to say as your superior? Does it sound weird? A simple ok as Chris always says to the rookies won’t do you any justice. He can tell you the truth, right?
You look at him with these big doe-like eyes, almost knocking the air straight out of him. He has to admit it to himself. You are… beautiful.
“So… I passed then?” You question him. “Oh you did more than just pass.” He chuckles, keeping the double-sided meaning of that sentence as a joke to himself.
“What do you mean?”
He sighs. How do you not realize how good you are? “Let me put it this way. Out of all the agents back at the DSO… There aren’t many with as much resilience as you, who would have faced a horde of infected alone on their first ever mission. You held your own back there. Aiding me and complementing my strategies. Following my directions, moving the way I wanted you to, like you’ve been doing it for years. You’re the perfect partner I have missed for so long. So no, you didn’t just pass. If anything I would almost say you’re a full fletched agent who doesn’t need any more training.”
You stop dead in your tracks. “What are you saying Mr. Kennedy?”
“I’m saying that as far as I’m concerned, you have passed your training. Let me have a talk with Chris. Let’s see what I can do. Maybe… I could secure you a good position at the DSO. Give you security.”
You smile at him. “Thank you sir, and I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but… I don’t think an office job is really it for me.”
He returns your smile. “No… I don’t think it is. But I didn’t mean a position at the office. Sadly enough, it is clear you were made for the field.”
It should feel weird to have someone tell you you’re good at killing. That you’re ‘made’ to fulfil missions in very dangerous circumstances. Instead, his words feel like a compliment to you. A feeling that’s so refreshing after the various laughs and sneers from your fellow male DSO colleagues.
“Thank you Mr. Kennedy. For everything. I don’t know how I can repay you.”
“You never have to.”
After a small hour of walking, the three of you make it back to the dropping point. Chris and his two rookies are already waiting.
At the sight of Jonathan’s miserable expression and bloody nose, Chris’s smirk starts to form. “Well well well… Seems like the mission was a disaster after all. Where the hell have you been Kennedy? We already finished an hour ago.”
You huff, a little irritated by his remark. If only he knew how Jonathan got that broken nose. What you have been through…
Leon walks up to him. “Shut up Chris.” His gaze flickers to Jonathan then back to you. He lets it linger there for a second. Blue eyes demanding your attention. Sending shivers down your spine. There’s a message in them. One of certainty, of protection… of dominance. He sends you a comforting smile before looking back at Chris. His voice is deep and steady as he speaks.
“We need to talk.”
Thank you for reading. <3 I'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors. Please feel free to comment so I can correct them.
{warnings: none, just fluff! previous parts can be found here}
Leon loves to watch movies with you. Like, the perfect date for him would be to have a literal sleepover with you, with sex, without sex, it doesn't matter. He loves cuddling with you while watching shitty rented blockbusters and laughing at the terrible acting and quality. He'd rejoice in your smiles and comments, and he'd wish it'd lash forever.
This would be in the case that you didn't live with him/with your parents/alone. If you did, he would absolutely pour so much sugar on you and just baby you alot. He's a gentleman, a cheesy handsome gentleman, yk?
Idk why the idea of watching TV with him is so comforting to me. He would definitely watch Family Guy with you or something, I see it.
Wants to know all your interests so he can impress you by knowing about them. Anything you like he wants to get into immidietly so you can talk about it. He cares alot about what you like, and very rarely talks about his interests because he feels he bores you (he doesnt).
On your birthdays, he gives you the most meaningful stuff ever. I like to think he gifts simple things, like a bouquet of roses and a box with things you like inside (I like to think the box is porcelain and heart shaped). Like I've said in previous headcanon posts, gift giving is like essential to him. He unintentionally and unconciously will spend money on you.
Likes it when you wear pearls around your neck for some reason. Actually, he'd buy you a pearl necklace, or a heart necklace. Pretty much anything he sees reminds him of you, whether it's that tv show you hate or that clothing brand or store you're obssessed with.
I mentioned Leon has a sweet tooth in a past headcanon post, I feel like he loves milk chocolate and cotton candy. He'd probably get tears in his eyes if you ever gifted him anything, he would melt, his heart would drop.
He'd be a "this song reminded me of you" kind of guy. Dedicating a bunch of songs to you. I feel like he'd probably say "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" by Frankie Valli (this is inspired by a fic I read), and "Bed Of Roses" by Bon Jovi.
Lets you do his skincare. If you wanna straight up put cucumbers on his eyes and a pink facemask he'd be okay with it, because it's you. He does have soft skin, with some bumps and pimples, but that just makes him even more perfect.
uses vanilla chapstick. yep. we've all seen how shiny and smooth and kissable his lips are so I figured he takes good care of them. Most of the times he kisses you he has it on. He'd leave it on your neck and collarbone too.
{I've had ts in my drafts for days, while I'm still working on the dbf!leon fic and another re2r leon fic, here's these hcs of re2 leon!!! I hope u enjoy these, If I dont upload as much it is probably because of the nasty throat ache I have. love u guys}
leon kennedy [post-re2r] x ex-gf!reader (no y/n used) — 3k words
leon broke up with you right before raccoon city. but that's not the end of the two of you, not by a longshot.
SMUT 18+ MDNI; p in v unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m receiving), cowgirl, leon caught masturbating lol. confessions during sex. post-raccoon city leon hurt/comfort/angst. let me know if i missed anything
♪ feel the pain by dinosaur jr. [spotify] [youtube]
The first thing Leon hears when he wakes is the soft patter of the shower running in the other room, and your sweet humming floating above it.
His eyes blink open slowly, and he rubs some of the sleep out of them. It’s a mere 9:12 in the morning. He hugs the pillow underneath his chest and buries his face back in it. It smells like you.
You had answered half a second after the first ring when he called you back finally. You rambled about seeing what happened in Raccoon City on the news, how you were so worried about him, nearly half crying from relief that he was alive. Leon was honestly shocked that you had reached out, so soon after he had broken up with you.
“I think… I think it’s best if we end things. Here.” The words escape his throat as if he’s choking on a pill. Your face falls into something he hasn’t seen before; true shock, followed by confusion.
“Are you fucking with me, Leon?” It’s a harsh question, words edged sharp as a knife. You can tell he’s not joking, but you are in such disbelief at what he’d said that you have to know it’s for real. Have to make him say it. That after months of finally feeling seen and held by someone who truly cares, he’s throwing it all away because of what ifs.
“No,” he swallows and stares down at his hands, fidgeting on the table of the coffee shop. An impersonal place; one you’ve never been to together. No attachment, something he thought would make this all easier. To part and become strangers again. It only creates a thicker tension. “Look, I’m-I’m moving all the way to Raccoon City, and I’m going to be working weird hours. There’s risks involved— you deserve something more stable—”
“I don’t want stable,” you reach for his hand, but he yanks it away before your fingers touch. He can’t bear to do this with your warmth on him. He won’t be able to. “I want you, Leon. Isn’t it obvious? Why can you take risks on your job but I can’t with you?”
“I don’t—” There’s no good answer from him. You’re right; you nearly always are. But he’s dug his heels in. Maybe it’s the fear of attachment, or the fear of abandonment. Maybe it’s being used to being alone. Maybe it’s wanting to be the hero, to save people of something like his youth. “Listen. Just go home. You’re better off without me. I’m sorry.” And that’s how he left it. Left you, sniffling at that café, while he found himself at a bar to drink away the pain.
You could tell he was still reeling from the events of his first day at… work. There was something shaky in his voice, something quieter about him. Even over the phone it was obvious. It pulled at your heart. There was no way in hell you wouldn’t be there for him when he’s going through this. Fuck the break up. And you’d told him as much.
Leon feels stupid for thinking that letting you go was a smart decision. But he also feels a pool of guilt, of selfishness in his stomach for asking you to come over. For pulling you back into his bullshit. Yet here you were, showering in his newly acquired, much nicer hotel room paid by the government as part of an uncomfortable exchange for his recruitment to STRATCOM. They’d promised him an apartment soon enough, but he imagines it will feel just as hollow.
At least with you here, it felt a little more like a home.
The second he opens the door, he’s struck dead in his tracks. You’re in front of him again, by some miracle. Really there. Hair a mess from the wind, your jacket falling off your shoulder, and a container of food gripped in your hands. Even through the long pause of you looking at each other, the pull is obvious. You have tears in your eyes again, like the last time he saw you. But they’re different this time; something along the lines of relief rather than frustration.
Your arms reach for him and he can’t stop himself from falling into the hug. Your fingers are warm. They’re steady. Your wrist thrumming with a pulse against his back. The last touches he’d had were ones of the undead; cold and hungry grabs that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Even Ada’s stray brushes hadn’t been something to fawn over; although she’d had a semblance of care for him, they were marred in his memory by her betrayal.
Even just a week out from his last day with you, it felt like a lifetime ago since he’d last felt genuine touch. So much has happened since then. Holding you in his arms is, at the very least, surreal, and at the most, a heaven he’s not sure he even deserves. Not when so many lie dead, slipped from his grasp.
“I thought I wasn’t going to see you again for a second, there.” The weight of your voice nearly sends him to the floor. Real and close, buried in his chest like before he’d turned everything into a mess. He squeezes you tighter, a little afraid you’d turn tail and run when you discover he isn’t quite the same man as he had been before. Something had shifted, something darker and quieter at the forefront now. But when you pull away just enough to look at him, it’s like nothing has changed for you. There’s worry, a little frustration, pulling at your expression. But the fire in your eyes is a warm one; a fight he’d come to be too familiar with. He can’t bring himself to make a bad joke. He can’t think of much of anything except your hands on him. You fill the space for him. “Can’t get rid of you that easy, I suppose.”
“I’m sorry,” is what eventually falls out of his mouth, like a bowling ball through a weak laminate floor. Your eyebrows raise and a sigh blows from your lips. A small smile curves your mouth upwards, and it’s tinged with affection in a way that makes Leon’s knees weak. He lets himself go now, crumbling to the floor and gripping your legs like they’re the only thing holding him upright. And they may as well be. “I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, Leon,” his name said so sweetly, like its own kind of hug, breaking a dam in him. A choked sob leaves him and you kneel with him, taking his head into your chest. You don’t tell him it’s going to be okay, you don’t shush him. Nothing is okay for him right now, and it’s just a fact you’ve accepted. But regardless, you’re here. You’re here to help him get there. And he’s never been so grateful for something in his entire life.
It’s laughable, really. That he’d thought he could get away with ending things.
You’re more stubborn than he is, especially when given enough reason to know better. And you can read him like a picture book.
From the bathroom now, your humming turns to singing as another song pops in your head. It drags him from his deep well of thought, pulling him up with a kind, open hand to your dazzling smile etched in his memory.
He rolls onto his back and sighs again, then feels his ears reddening when his thoughts trail back to last night. Your body on top of his, the both of you desperately kissing, and near tears with the need to be close. Your hands trailing down his back, crying his name like he hadn’t broken your heart not even a week ago.
He’d kissed you hard like he regrets ever pushing you away. And he does.
You’d kissed him like he’s your whole world, like forgiveness is as easy as taking a breath. Because it is.
You know why he pulled away. And you managed to reel him back in. Because you know Leon. You know he goes cold when he’s scared. But you don’t take your pull for him lightly. You’re in it for the long haul. And even if you hadn’t said as much yet, you love him.
The risks don’t matter. You just want him.
The night prior had been an illustration of that much. All intimacy and yearning. And your suspicions were confirmed; he feels the same. He was just as frenzied, hands all over you and pressing you closer and closer until you were sure you’d meld together.
Leon feels morning wood straining at his boxer briefs, absentmindedly brushing his hand over his erection as he thinks of you. All teasing smiles, with something deeper underneath. Your eyes sparkling and your scent slipping around him like a trance. Soft fingertips slipping underneath his shirt, and a velvet smooth voice asking if what you were doing was okay. Because you know he’s not. But he’d wanted— needed the closeness regardless. Not just because you were a warm body, no. He wanted you.
The shower’s still running.
He pushes his hand underneath and tips his head back in a low groan.
Flashes of you play in his mind like a dirty movie and he spits in his hand to go in for a stroke. His eyelids slip shut and he jerks his cock slowly, trying to recreate the hot, intimate pace you’d set last night. Sweaty skin sticking to each other, warm breath all over his neck, moaning sweetly in his ear. Kisses on his jaw.
Fuck, he’s in love with you.
The drag of his palm against his length is nothing compared to your heat. And it’s a shallow version of the pleasure of you, his skin feeling egregiously bare without your hands on it, tracing all over until you’re grabbing him. Holding him like he’s your anchor, like he’s something stable.
A deep groan comes from his chest at the vision of you holding him. Your hands clawing at his back as you nudge him further inside of you, to be as close as possible. A confirmation that you’d missed him just as much as he’d missed you, that the separation was indeed, too, a devastating misery for you. And yet you’d met his eyes with nothing short of confidence. There’s a spark there, a sense of trust that he feels he must have damaged when he left. But you’re so forgiving with your touch, so easily understanding and patient with him. The tears that prick his eyes when you’d shown up, when you were underneath him, when you woke at 2 in the morning from his restless tossing. None of it fazed you, and, in fact, you welcomed him into your arms easily. Like he’s meant to be there.
The desperation and need to be close that you display sends a heat wave through his already knotted lower stomach. Begging him for more, giving him praise, like he was anything but a failure. You still want him. With an enthusiasm that matches his own. Your babbled, pleased sighs play on loop in his mind, and he picks up the pace beneath the fabric of his briefs with a whimper.
He doesn’t hear the bathroom door open once you’ve finished showering, and he’s still got a hand moving beneath his boxers as you stand and watch. You almost think you’re making it up when you see him like that; eyebrows pulled upwards and heavy sighs escaping his lips. You shift your feet, clutching your towel tighter around you. You clench your legs together when Leon lets out a breathy, quiet moan of your name. It takes you a few seconds, but the horniness instills some kind of bravery in you.
“Need some help, handsome?”
Leon feels embarrassment run up his spine in a hot flash, and his eyes fly open, his hand freezing in his underwear. Still glazed over with desire, but wide with surprise. He feels like he can’t speak as you drop your towel and your nude form is climbing into bed, slinking between his legs. Your hand covers his, a layer of fabric between. You kiss him slow, pulling down his underwear as you lick open his mouth. His length peeks out from beyond his fist, weeping arousal. You pry open his fingers and slip your own through his, your other hand coming to stroke up his length once, twice, using your thumb to swipe his precum with it. He shivers at the slick coating his cock and inhales sharply at your touch.
“I-” He begins, breathing heavily on your lips. You shut him up with another kiss.
“It’s okay,” you silence any of his apologies that were on the edge of his tongue. “‘s hot.” Leon’s hand tightens where it’s been at the back of your neck as you kiss down his chest, all the way to his leaking tip. You take him in your mouth and he lets out a high-pitched whimper.
You bob your head up and down at a deliciously steady pace, stroking the remaining of his length as you go. He watches you with sex-dazed ocean eyes, holding your hair back to keep it out of your face. He wants a clear view of you, your misty lashes from the depth you’re taking him, the way your back is arched, your hand on his thigh. He thinks he must have died because surely there’s nothing he’s done to deserve this in the waking world.
“Fffuu- fuck, baby,” he sighs, he’s rambling now. Mouth running with sweet things like so perfect and you feel so good and then, suddenly it manifests aloud this time:
“God, I’m in love with you.”
You come off him with a grin on your face. You’re still stroking his cock when you kiss him, tongue pushing past his lips greedily. There’s something soft in your eyes despite the position you’re in when you pull back to look at him.
“You mean that? Or is it just ‘cause I’m giving you head?”
“Both,” he sighs. Then he shakes himself from the haze, realizing the can of worms he’s just opened. “I mean- um, yeah. Yes. Yes.”
“You break up with all the girls you’re in love with?” Your tone is light, teasing, but Leon can’t rid himself of the guilt sitting heavy on his shoulders.
“I thought it was for the best, I-” he looks down and shakes his head. “I’m sorry, I just thought it’d keep you safe.” You’ve let go of him now, in favor of straddling his lap. You take his face in your hands.
“I know,” you say, like it’s so simple. A pause hangs in the air as you kiss his cheek. “I’m here for you, Leon. I don’t care if there are risks, or if it’s going to be hard. I want you. All of you.”
Leon’s heart cracks open. He clings to you like sticky caramel, pressing his face into your neck. You hold the back of his head against you to encourage his touch. He takes in a shaky breath, and the exhale has words alongside it.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“You deserve to be loved,” you run your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. He sighs, squeezes you tighter. “And I love you, too, by the way.” He looks at you now, blue eyes all soft and teetering on something like a puppy who’s just got his ears scratched for the first time. Just like that, you’re kissing again, deeper with something more passionate awakened. You grind on his lap, and your moans layer on top of each other at the feeling.
“I need you,” Leon breathes. You pull his hand between your thighs, right where it’s burning hot with need.
“You've got me,” you lean into his ear, riding his hand as he rubs you. Your slick is everywhere, on your thighs and his, and now, as he presses his cock against you, slipping down his length.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he whines. “Can I-”
“Please, Leon,” you don’t let him finish his question. You can feel your pussy clenching around nothing just at the feeling of him so close to you. He goes back in for a kiss, all tongue and teeth as if he wants to swallow you whole. It’s not pretty. It’s frantic, begging. And it’s unbelievably sexy to know he wants you just as bad as you want him.
You grind on his length as he presses it against your vulva, letting your slick lube him up. Everything is hot and wet; his kisses, your most intimate areas. The beads of your shower clinging to your shoulders. And it’s punctuated by the wet, squelching sound of him sliding home inside of you. The stretch is unbelievably good; like coming home after a long day. Your moans against each other’s skin completes the chorus of filth.
Leon’s hands grip desperately at your ass as you begin to ride him. You move your hips in slow, deep circles that have your noises turning breathy. He watches you like a painting; taking in each detail, every freckle and texture of your skin, the pattern you move in. Eyes half-closed in pleasure, meanwhile your mouth is slack from how good it feels to be loved like this.
“You are so beautiful,” he sighs. Your hands slide up his pecs, over his shoulders. His muscles are strong, secure from his training. He’s built, but only the beginning of what he’s talked about having as a goal. There’s still a bit of baby fat that clings to his cheeks, his tummy. And you secretly hope it’ll stay. It’s a remnant of the boyishness you’d fallen in love with. Maybe, just maybe, something this quieter, troubled Leon can hang on to. For his own sake.
“You’re gorgeous,” you gasp into another kiss, then trail down to his jaw, the length of his neck. He tips his head back eagerly for you to take what you want. Suck a bruise onto his neck. He nearly whimpers at being marked, thrusting upwards into your downward moves and loosening your lips in a groan. “Fuck, Leon, right there.”
“Yeah?” His voice is airy and swims with lust. He grips your hips tight and nearly growls as he continues to meet your movements. “Shit, you’re squeezing me.”
“‘M getting close,” you whimper. He throws head back to the wall when you begin to bounce faster. Your hands find purchase on his chest, and he brings his own palms over them. His fingers slide into the gaps of yours easily, and you squeeze tightly as you ride closer and closer to the peak. “Look at me, baby.” All Leon can do is obey, and he nearly melts at the way your sweet eyes are already boring into him. One of your hands leaves his to cup his cheek, slipping fast into his hair when he thrusts upward into you again. The noise of pleasure that escapes your mouth encourages him, and he does it again. Again. Again. Again. Until a drawn out whine is leaving you and a jumble of words afterward as you frantically chase your high. “Fuckfuckfuck, Leon, ohmygod, I’m gonna—”
“Please, please, please,” is all he can manage to get out. Your walls squeeze like a vice and trap his throbbing cock. All he can do is rut upwards as your release wets his shaft and runs down to his balls.
"Let go for me, baby, I'm right here," your voice in his ear breaks something in him, and his eyes go misty.
Relief, pleasure, love flood him all at once and he lets out a strangled noise that he's not sure he could recreate. The warmth, the wetness, the sharp tingle of your nails into his pec have him orgasming before he can even think to warn you, and you let out a high-pitched noise of pleasure at the feeling. His cum spurts hot and never-ending into you as you grind down. He sucks in a breath through his teeth at the overstimulation. His hips twitch upward as he devours you in a messy kiss.
“I love you, shit, I love you.”
“I love you, Leon,” you reply easily, a breathy laugh on the edge of your words at his eagerness.
The two of you slump over once he’s finally spent, and you match your breathing to his heaving chest as you both try to catch your breath. His heart thrums against his ribs like a kick drum. The rhythm is rife with solace.
It’s quiet for a moment, the hum of the ceiling fan smooth against your hurried breath. Leon’s fingertips skim upwards across your back. They’re rough now; callouses forming where there once was soft skin. A mark of the long hours spent clutching a gun in Raccoon City. Even the academy hadn’t given him such visible signs of his training.
“Do you… want to talk about what happened? That night?” You didn’t have to specify. It looms over the two of you regardless, even through the comfort of each other. His muscles tense at your question. His arms circle around you tighter, like a child and his well-loved teddy bear.
“Another time,” he manages to say after a long pause. The words are thick with unspoken fear; something he’s attempting to bury deep in his chest. You decide to give him a little more time; to not press further when he’s already got a million things going on as his world spins faster than before. He's safe, here in your arms, and that's enough for now.
“Okay,” you murmur. Your fingers curl against his chest and you bury your nose into his neck. “I’ll be here when that time comes.” Leon swallows another round of tears at that. They’re almost drops of relief this time. He grounds himself with your scent, breathing deep in your hair. The cheap hotel shampoo smells of fake lavender, but there’s hints of you coming through now. Of your love and devotion. Sweat, and a bit of sex. It’s warm. Heady. And still so comforting.
sum; being inexperienced meant you didn't know your true limits. being with Leon meant you wanted to push those limits.
content; size kink, unprotected sex, overconfident!reader, sort of bratty!reader, inexperienced!reader, there's a hint of Leon being pushy/mean, but in a consensual way (idk how to tag that LMAO), squirting, a little degrading, no specific leon era for this one, this is really just pure filth because I drove myself insane last week LMFAO
wc; 3.5k
a/n; GOD, this choice was hard, guys... im so sorry to those who chose chris for my poll, but I hope this & my last chris post made up for it!!
Leon knew you were a bit of a special case from the moment he met you. Where people would usually be shy, nervous, not confident enough to approach someone, you were... quite the opposite. You approached with a fire in your eyes and a buzz rushing through you and into him, and you weren't even drinking. The moment you approached him at that club, he knew you'd be a problem. And a problem you were. A good one. A problem he was lucky to have.
Until it came to things like intimacy. You'd managed to score a few dates, and eventually, you two ended up dating. The only problem? Once it was official, you became a little insistent on intimacy. Not forcing, but definitely making moves more often. Leon wanted to, he really did, but given the talks you'd had in the past about your lack of experience and how you didn't know what you could and couldn't take because you had never even felt the need for a sex toy on your own, Leon worried that it'd stunt your intimate moments as a couple.
Eventually, of course, Leon gave in, but only to an extent. He'd eaten you out, finger fucked you like his life depended on it, fucked your thighs, and yet, he refused to let you even suck him off, let alone take him into your impossibly achey and needy pussy. He always told you he was too big. He worried it'd hurt you, whether it was your mouth or your pussy. You knew he was big, and you still insisted.
You crawled into bed with him, just like normal, snuggling into his side as he read the book you'd recently recommended to him. He tugged you closer, leaning down to kiss your temple as he closed the book, seemingly ready for bed. It was approaching 9 o'clock, and he had an early meeting, you knew. The early meeting didn't stop you from snuggling up closer until you shuffled into his lap, straddling his hips and looking down at him with a grin. His hands rested at your hips.
"Really? We're doing this again?" He mused, low and laced with exhaustion.
"For real this time, because I'm tired of you giving me excuses." You huffed, hips already beginning to move in slow, easy motions back and forth.
"They're not excuses, they're honesty and protection. You think I haven't wanted so badly to bend you over and take you? Of course I have." He scoffed, hands soothing up your sides as he exhaled slowly.
"So why haven't you?"
"Because I'm too big for you. We'd need to take a lot of time to get you ready. You can barely take three of my fingers before you tell me it's too much." He explained simply, like it was a choice between what deal to go for in a grocery store.
"So what? The shapes are entirely different! How do we even know if I could take it if we don't try?" You frowned, hips wriggling incessantly.
"No, honey. I'm not gonna let your confidence get the better of you." He moved to lift you off his lap, but you grabbed his hands and pinned them beside his head. He raised a brow at you.
"Just the tip. That's all I wanna try." You insisted.
"You know, you holding me down has no change on my answer. It's sexy, but no." He laid his head back and hummed idly.
"Leeooon!" You pouted, hips grinding harder. You could feel his cock stiffening in his sweats. "Please, Lee, just the tip, and if it doesn't fit first try, we can stop."
"Usually, the guy begs for 'just the tip'," he chuckled. "Poor thing, I've really ruined you, haven't I?" He clicked his tongue, feigning guilt.
"Not yet 'cause you won't fuck me right." You grumbled.
"Oh, is that so? I don't fuck you right? Then how come I've got you cumming on my fingers and my mouth and my fucking thighs every other night? Huh? Care to explain that, if I don't fuck you right?" He took his hands from your grasp, one hand grabbing your chin and making you whine, brows furrowing.
"You won't fuck me the right way 'cause you think I can't take it."
"I really don't think you can." He agreed.
"Please, baby!" You shifted, only for him to stop you. "Please, I promise, if it doesn't work, I won't ask again, not until you can prep me right."
"You," he exhaled, grabbing you by the waist, sitting up. "Are such a fucking brat." He cursed, rolling over so that you were flat on your back with his body pinning you down.
You looked up at him, biting at your lower lip. He watched you for a moment, squinting. "Please?" You barely whispered.
"Fine. But don't think you're not gonna get something in return for your behavior. I'm only stalling because I don't have time to fuck around."
"But you have time to fuck me? Good, I wasn't sure I'd be able to wait much longer." You grinned, giggling like a kid who'd just been told they won a million dollars.
"Fuckin' brat." He chuckled, leaning in for a kiss. You met eagerly, lips pressing into his while your arms came to wrap around his neck. Despite his rough words, his hand came to tenderly cup your cheek, deepening the kiss. His other hand worked its way downward to the hem of your night gown, pushing it upward to expose what he expected would be a lace pair of panties—tonight it was bare in two different ways. How did he not feel that through his sweats? Jesus, you knew he'd give in.
He didn't bother trailing his hands up and down, teasing, instead going straight in to press his hand against your mound. You shivered slightly, mouth falling agape at the feeling of his cold fingers pressing between your folds. Of course, he didn't take any time to prep you with his fingers, just simply using two fingers to spread your arousal and massage your clit to accumulate more to act as lube. He knew it probably wouldn't work too well at first, but it'd have to do.
Your hands reached down, pushing lazily at the waistband of his sweats. "It's unfair." You pouted.
"Unfair? Honey, you came to me like this. You came to me all shaven, no panties, not even shorts." He took your complaint, shifting to push down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free. He shimmied out of the clothes and kicked them aside before settling his cock against your lower belly, letting you see the size properly. You swallowed, biting your lip as you looked up at him. He had a cocky look, like he expected you to change your mind.
"What? I didn't say stop. Keep going." You huffed, but Leon could hear the faint waiver of your voice as you spread your legs wider.
"God, you really are a needy little brat." He pulled his hips back, sliding his cock between your folds to gather some of your wetness along his length, focusing on coating his tip thoroughly. "You can still back out." He looked back up at you as he lined up with your entrance, using two fingers to carefully hold your folds open for him.
"No. Now hurry up and put your dick in me before I fall asleep." You huffed up at him, hips wriggling eagerly.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
With that, he made the first move, careful as he pushed in, his tip nudging into you. His tip didn't even get inside before you gave a whimper, thighs shaking unexpectedly as your pussy twitched against his tip. He looked down at you, brow raised.
"Shut up. Try again." You demanded, teeth gritted slightly.
Despite that not being the original arrangement, he tried again, hissing as he nearly notched the tip inside, only for your hips to twitch away, overwhelmed at the way his tip tried to intrude so suddenly.
"What did I tell you?" He deadpanned down at you. "Come on, honey, let's just do it the normal way."
"Noo! No, this is the normal way!" You insisted. "'S not my fucking fault you've got a fucking monster cock."
"Mmh, you flatter me, sweetheart." He chuckled, leaning in to shut you up with a kiss. You expected him to pull away and call it a night, but his hand crept down again, thumb pressing to your clit and getting your walls to ease up ever so slightly, a soft mewl leaving you. With you melting into the pleasure, he took a selfish opportunity to push again. You gasped, a choked sound leaving you as his tip notched inside of you finally. You gave a stifled cry, hands flying to claw at his shoulders as your eyes squeezed shut.
"Fuck—okay, I-i don't know if I can do it anymore." You admitted, huffing with uneven breaths as you looked down where you two met. It really was just the tip, and you were already backing out.
"Oh, no," he pulled back, faux pity on his face. "Poor thing, you bit off too much, and now you can't chew? What a shocker." He watched you shiver and twitch, breath shaky as his tip stayed barely notched inside your impossibly tight, unadjusted cunt. "You told me I didn't fuck you right, so now I'm gonna show you just how well I can fuck."
"'M sorry, I thought I—"
"You thought you could take it? Yeah. And you didn't listen to my warning? Of course not. You never listen." You felt him push forward again, and another squeak left your lips, followed by a gasp. He didn't even push in another inch and you were pushing at his hips to get him to pull out.
"Fuck! I'm—haah—I'm sorry!" You looked up at him, brows furrowing.
"Admit it." He demanded, cock pushing its way in ever so slightly, but the burn was far from slight. You choked on something akin to a cry, and he swatted your thigh. "Admit that you've been nothing but a bratty little bitch and now you're whiney because you can't fucking take it."
Tears brimmed your lash line, lower lip falling and letting a small whine fall from your throat. "I-i can't take it, and I.." you paused with a gasp, walls squeezing around the first inch and a half of his length. Your head fell back, nails dragging down his front as your thighs trembled. "Fuck!"
"It's too late. If I stop now, all your progress will be lost. You don't want that, do you, honey?" He teased. You shook your head desperately. The stretch burned, his cock insistent as he felt you twitching and trying desperately to make room for him inside of you.
"Please," you whispered, eyes fluttering closed.
"Please, what?" He prodded for more from you. "I can't do what you want if you don't tell me. You were so eager earlier, now you can't talk? Typical." He scoffed.
"Please, just fuck me already!" You cried, breath hitching as his hips nudged back and pushed forward, allowing another inch to fit. He went through that cycle for a while—pulling back, pushing deeper, every push forcing a gasp or a stifled moan from you—until he was fully sheathed inside of you, your pussy impossibly stretched past every limit you didn't know about. His cockhead was snug against your cervix, barely fitting him all the way in. It was a good thing Leon knew how to properly get you going, or he'd be struggling to fit more than he already was.
By the time he was snug, fully pushed inside of you, your head had fallen limp, eyes closed, lips open with heavy breaths falling. He found it amusing, given he hadn't even tried to fuck you yet, and you were already beyond spent and shaky. He chuckled, watching you finally lift your head to look down where your bodies met.
"Holy fuck." You breathed. You could see a small bulge in your lower belly where he had somehow miraculously managed to fit inside of you, now bulging with his massive he was. Not only that, but you had never felt this full. Even when he was using his fingers to fuck you and you complained that his fingers were too thick and you felt 'sooo full'.
"You happy now? Now that you've got a proper cock inside of you?" He taunted quietly, bringing a hand to grasp your chin and tilt your head back and forth, he fingers lightly squishing your cheeks together.
"Uh-huh." You tried to nod in his grasp, dazed and, although embarrassingly, cock-drunk without even being properly fucked. He wasn't even grinding his hips, making no attempt to move, and he relished in the way your body responded to him. He thought it was the best thing ever when you'd cry and squirm, and this made things a whole lot better. He leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of you stretched out around his cock.
He dropped one hand, thumb finding your clit. You twitched, whining slightly as your walls clamped down around him. "What, you're already that fucking close? You're getting all twitchy and whiney so soon." He purred, hips pulling backward slowly, cock dragging out of you until his tip was all that was left. You looked down and watched, brows furrowed with need.
It burned with both pain and pleasure as he pushed back in faster than before. You moaned louder this time, back arching as your hands flew to grab his shoulders for support. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape as he fucked his cock into you at a pace that overwhelmed your senses. Pain burned away and morphed into a new kind of pleasure that you didn't know you could achieve.
He angled his hips lower, his leaky cockhead pushing up against your g-spot as he thrusted into you, his thumb still focused on your clit. He meant it as a tease originally, but with how twitchy and shaky you'd become in just a minute or two of slow, rough, deep thrusts, he could feel that you were already close. His tease ended up being right. He growled slightly at the thought, brows knitted and nose scrunched in a focused manner as he looked down where your bodies met. You became oversensitive quick, your orgasm building. You tried to reach down to get his hand to slow down its abuse against your puffy clit, but he simply pushed your hand away and swatted at the throbbing bundle of nerves.
You cried out, hips bucking. "Lee—oh, fuck, please!" Your body locked for a moment, eyes rolling back as you bit your lip and fell into stifled whimpers and sobs, your orgasm quiet but intense, rippling through your body so fast you didn't even warn him. He fucked you through it, hips speeding up as your cunt clenched around him. Once your vision cleared, you looked up at him, dazed and mushy.
"And you think I cum too fast?" He chuckled. "Look at you—damn near squirting on my cock just because it's so, so big, and your poor little pussy can't take it." He purred deeply and reached with his other hand to your face, holding your head still by your chin so you couldn't look away as he pumped his cock back and forth, fucking you into overstimulation without even offering a breather. "I wonder—" He paused with a grunt, examining your face with a devilish look you didn't recognize. "You think I could make you squirt just from using my cock?"
Your cheeks flushed, eyes widening with tears that had spilled already. "Wait, n-no, no, 's too much, Lee!" You gasped, hands pushing at his lower torso, another sob ripping from your throat. "No—ooh!"
"C'mon, pretty girl, didn't you say I couldn't fuck you right? Isn't that what you wanted? To be fucked dumb on a fat cock?" He let go of your chin and brought a hand down just a little to wrap around your throat. You squeaked, pussy fluttering around him at the threat of him constricting your airway. He didn't, though. You got more than enough excitement from just the threat alone.
You couldn't be bothered with answering him. You simply laid there and took it—relishing in the sensitivity and the way he was absolutely ruining your pussy. Leon knew he was ruining you for anyone else, and that alone drove him crazy. He could feel his own orgasm building, cock twitching and balls drawing tight to his body. He denied himself the release, persisting in order to make sure he proved just how good he could make you feel.
He had a point to prove. His thumb resumed the previous ministrations on your clit, two fingers rapidly strumming with a firm pressure. You twitched, gasping as your eyes rolled back and fluttered. Your hands grabbed tightly at his forearm of the hand that was around your neck, looking up at him with an abrupt sob leaving your lips.
"Lee, please," you choked out, brows furrowing as you quivered beneath him, abdomen clenching as your body built up to the peak of the coil in your belly.
"Go on, take it. Take what you asked for and I'll make sure you're satisfied for fucking weeks." He slammed his hips harder, the skin slapping lewdly with the added sounds of your arousal coating his balls as they smacked against your ass. You tried to stifle it, but a scream of pleasure ripped from you as he subconsciously tightened his hand around your throat. Still not constricting, but it was enough to make you dizzy.
"Leon! Fuuuuck, fuckfuckfuck—'m cumming!" You sobbed, legs jolting outward as your hips tried to pull away, your orgasm rushing through you like never before. What you didn't process yet was the stream of clear liquid spurting from your sopping cunt, making an absolute mess out of his lower abdomen, your own abdomen, and the sheets below. He fucked you through it, both hands finally coming to grab your hips and properly use you like some kind of cock sleeve as he chased his high. Tears stained your cheeks, your moans becoming higher and longer as you squirmed and tried to run away from the pleasure.
"Stop fucking moving." He dug his nails into your hips. His demand was quickly followed by a growl, hips slamming and his thrusts becoming uneven as his balls twitched and his cock pulsed, his heavy load finally spilling into you. He had you so full that his cum seeped out around him as he bottomed out and let your pussy twitch and pulse, milking him of every last drop. Both of you were shaking. He stayed buried inside of you as he leaned down and mouthed as your neck. He lazily ground his hips, and you cried quietly, thighs squeezing around his hips.
"Lee," you sniffled, shaky hands searching desperately for his.
"Shh," he soothed, slowly pulling out of you as he grabbed your hands. You felt so empty, but so unbelievably satisfied. "Breathe, honey. I've got you." He mused softly, kissing along your collarbone until he found his way up to look at your face and assess the final product.
You were a mess. Tears down your cheeks, drool spilling down the right side of your face, hair messy and sticking to the sides of your face, lips kiss swollen and still wet. If he didn't know better, he'd try to start up round three, but given your sniffles and the way you shook your head, he didn't even try. He got more than what he thought.
He took his hands away only for a moment so he could brush your hair out of your face and gently wipe the tears and drool from your cheeks. When he sat back and guided you to follow into his lap, you curled into his hold, his arms wrapping around you delicately.
"You took me so well." He whispered, kissing the side of your head. "I know I got a little mean," he sighed, prepared to apologize for not listening to your cries.
"Can we do that more?" You asked, looking up at him as you shifted shakily in his lap. "The.. the whole.."
"Baby, we just did a lot." He chuckled. "But we'll talk more tomorrow." He scooted away from the mess and hoisted you into his hold, standing from the bed. "How about a shower?"
You nodded, falling into his hold as you closed your eyes. He really fucked the energy out of you. "Told you I could handle it. Might not be very experienced, but I can take what's given to me." You mumbled quietly.
Clearly, he didn't fuck the attitude out of your system yet.
"Brat." He lazily swatted your butt, only to lean in and kiss your nose with the utmost care.
"You like it."
"Only when it results in you shutting your mouth."
"Jerk."
He chuckled, setting you on the bathroom sink counter to start the shower.
Leon has had to coax your voice during intimacy in your relationship, had to let you know that it’s okay to be sexual and openly communicate with him, no matter your preferences. He also made it clear that he’d never persuade you into doing things you weren’t comfortable with, and if you wanted to remain more vanilla, he’d be fine with it. So when his good girl, his princess, requested that he be a little rougher tonight, he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity, not when you’ve always been so reserved when it comes to sex.
❥Labels & Warnings: 18+
Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Resident Evil 9 Leon, Reader insert, Reader is on the shy/reserved side, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Spanking, Age gap relationship, References to the age gap, Use of daddy, Use of princess, Use of baby/good/dirty girl, Small mention of Leon putting a baby in you.
The sounds coming from your mouth are as vile as the gentle smacks and squelches that fill your shared bedroom with Leon. Clinging to his pillar-like body, you press your face to his, feeling the prickly scratch of his stubble against your cheek, lips, and chin. Large and rugged, his hands cup your ass with your legs hooked over the crook of his elbows. The unfamiliar position maddens Leon, driving him to handle you with a roughness he isn’t used to using on you. You’re forced to take the girth that splits you wide, the stretch more intense in this position. Your body jostles with his muscular frame, breasts pressing into his hard pecs. He’s hot against you, barely breaking a sweat while he’s carrying you and sinking into you with soft grunts. Every thrust pulls on your heart; the pleasure he delivers encompasses your mind, body, and soul. You’re like a melted candle in his big, firm arms, shaking while he’s sturdy as can be. He’s so strong; he can handle the powerful recoil from Requiem after all.
“Too much, princess?” Leon checks in with you, the grip on your ass creating handprints.
“N-no,” you shakily respond, toes curling from their position at his lower back. “Can you do it h-harder,” you stutter, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. “Please,” you whimper out, your voice sweeter than candy as his glossy cock glides through your taut walls.
Leon’s hips stutter, only for a second before they begin smacking against you at a faster, harder pace. The request, paired with your hips trying to meet his pelvis, is downright explicit coming from you.
“Thought you were my good girl,” he grunts, swiftly smacking your ass.
“I am,” you pathetically and eagerly moan, the sting on your cheek ringing through your skin.
Leon scoffs playfully, his bangs tickling your ear. “Good girls don’t moan like you’re moaning, and they definitely don’t try to ride their old boyfriend’s cock like this.”
Your hips pause their movements, tightening your arms around his neck and burying your face into his neck. “You’re not old.”
The way you said it in a hushed tone makes him chuckle.
“Too old for you.”
“Just right for me,” you correct, walls clamping down on him.
“Fuck, you’re perfect for me,” Leon growls, delivering a single, harder slap over the same spot he smacked you earlier.
You squeal and dig your nails into his skin, drawing vibrant red marks over old scratches on his trapezius muscle.
“Let me look at you, baby,” he rasps.
You straighten your back so he can see your face, his thrusts slowing but still deep. Sharp and dark, his eyes lay their wonderment over your pretty features, taking in how divine you look. Your hair’s a mess, your eyes are watery, your mouth is agape; you’re in awe.
“Mmm,” he hums, inspecting the obscene expression you wear, voice deeper than the vast ocean. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”
Leon often gets lost in how pretty you are, and right now is no exception, seeing you so fucked out is ruining any self-control he has left.
“My baby girl wants it rough, hm?” Leon’s question is punctuated with a brutal slam, resuming the speed he was at.
You can tell he’s far gone as his tongue drips with lewd words like honey.
“Y-yeess,” your stutter grows into a drawn-out moan, feeling the fat end of his cock push into a sweet spot that makes your heart flip, and your eyes roll back.
Leon’s pale blues observe your lips, traversing upward to your eyes, lost in thought, as if he’s thinking whether or not he should ask what he’s about to ask.
“Want me to ruin you?”
The million-dollar question sets the atmosphere ablaze.
You nod, tears threatening to spill past your lash line. “Ruin me, Leon.”
Hissing through gritting teeth, Leon’s last threads of restraint snap. If you want him to break you, he will, just for his princess.
The sharp jut of his pelvis catches you off guard, and you choke on your breath. Leon’s thick tip reaches deeper than ever before, a bulge threatening to show itself in your lower belly as he grows ruthless. You never felt him be this rough before, and it’s something else compared to his usual gentle yet dominant demeanor. There have been many times he wanted to be rough with you, but you were his fragile princess who couldn’t take too much. To finally feel his force, the one he uses during training and missions, is making your entire body vibrate.
Your hands slip down to his firm pectorals from the impact, making Leon pause to make sure you have a good grip on him.
“Make sure you hold on tight, princess,” he rumbles, kissing your cheek sweetly.
Leon lets go of your ass to wrap a hand around your wrist, pulling it over his neck, his touch soft and gentle. You secure your hands together around his neck, your arms bending around his wide shoulders as you become flush to his body, your heart pounding against the hard planes of his chest. His steely fingers slowly skim down your arm, following it down to your ribs, waist, and hips until he’s cradling your ass with both hands.
“Gonna need it,” he grumbles, squeezing your cheeks.
Leon’s hips pull back before pushing back in, renewing the tempo. He uses your ass as leverage to hoist you onto his cock while his pelvis meets you halfway for a hard smack. The whimpers that hit his ear as he fucks you nasty drive him crazy. You’re so incredibly wet, dripping down his balls as they smack against you with appalling squelches.
“So fuckin’ wet,” he grunts, the force of his savage drives breaking up his words.
Leon’s mouth falls open with pants, savoring your heat that’s stretched over him like a glove.
“Makin’ a mess on the floor,” he says, grunting at the end of each strike of his ravenous hips.
Sliding through your constricting walls, his cock pulses with a need to smear your insides with his semen.
“Let me see that pretty face of yours,” he asks you again, unable to help himself as he needs to see your face unravel.
You shift back, but only enough to be a couple of centimeters away from his face. Seeing his handsome face causes you to moan aloud. With his bangs messy against his cheeks, his eyes are intense, mimicking the expression he has when a zombie is in his gunsight. The peppery stubble across his handsome face accentuates his features, and his charming wrinkles make you want to kiss every inch of them. He’s all yours, this beast of a man that’s capable of unimaginable feats, and he’s fucking you like his life depends on it.
“Leon,” you whine, your heart skipping several beats as your fingers dig into his muscular back.
You almost want to tell him it’s too much, because it is, too much in terms of how good he’s fucking you. By now, he’s sure you’ve made him bleed from the scratches that sting his back, shoulders, and trapezius.
“Feels good, baby?”
Leon’s eyes falter to your lips, watching you chew on your bottom lip as you try not to scream from the overwhelming amount of pleasure shooting through you when he bottoms out.
“None of that.”
Leon’s authoritative tone makes you snap out of it, and you leave your poor lip alone. Breathless gasps start escaping you every time his taut balls press up into you after he bottoms out.
“Wanna hear you, baby,” Leon hums.
As if he wasn’t already ruining you enough, Leon’s thrusts quickly evolve into rapid successions. He knocks the air out of you, your voice reducing to short, broken cries as you try to breathe normally. Clapping skin rings through the room like dynamite, inciting a frenzy within Leon.
“Pretty little pussy swallowing daddy’s cock like a good girl,” he snarls, a scowl painting his face.
The sudden drop of ‘daddy’ makes you cum instantly. Leon lets out a fierce growl that complements your scream as he bludgeons you with blinding pleasure. Your hips jitter uncontrollably against his pelvis, your pussy trying to close in around him. Small droplets leak out of you and around his gliding cock as his girth fights your walls from closing in on him. Clutching his muscled back, your hips' involuntary roll makes Leon’s rhythm stutter.
“God damn, baby,” he laments, watching you cum harder than ever before.
Shaking like a leaf in the ample muscle of his arms, you whimper from the aftershocks of a mind-numbing orgasm.
“Leon,” you blubber out, tears rolling down your cheeks as you hide your face from him.
“Sweetheart,” he coos, rushing to cradle your cheek with a hand he frees from clutching your ass. “Are you okay?”
With tears glittering across your eyelashes, you look at him helplessly, nestling into his large hand.
“Mhm.”
Leon scans your face for any pain or regret you might have after he treated you roughly for the first time. “Why the tears, hm?”
His tender tone of voice makes your pussy quiver all over again, and he feels it. You catch one of his eyebrows perking up, and his mouth growing into a lop-sided grin.
“You fuck me so good,” you utter, eyes glossy and far gone.
Leon whistles to himself, chuckling darkly as he shakes his head. You usually don’t say things like that, but you’re completely dazed and drunk off him that you don’t care.
Though his reaction wakes you from your trance, and you soon realize the weight of your words, making you recoil in his arms.
“Uh-uh,” he scolds you for trying to hide from him after all that, returning his hand to your ass and spanking you.
You gasp, clutching to his shoulders as he steps over the little mess of droplets on the floor. Leon lays you in a sea of sheets on the bed, and he doesn’t wait until your back hits the bed before he’s driving into you again. Such explicit whines fall from your lips, and his groans turn guttural and frequent as your sensitive pussy sucks him in. While embedding his cock into you, he maneuvers you into a position he wants you in. Sliding his palms up the bed, he pulls your legs up with his arms and plants his hands beside your ribs. Your legs are stretched out like your pussy is, allowing him absolute dominion over your body.
You go silent for a few seconds, turning your head away as his cock burrows itself inside of you at a different, more pleasurable angle. Encircling the expanse of his vast shoulders, your nails rake his skin into new scratches, and it only pushes him further into you. Tears fall past your temples as he planks his body above you, putting his delicious weight on you. Leaning into your neck, his grunts vividly hit your ear with each slam of his hips.
“My dirty girl,” he whispers in your ear, the plump of his lips pressing against the shell of it. “Wanting this old man to fuck you like he hates your guts.”
You squeal in delight from his words, the tension in your core already building as it had no time to dissipate from your last orgasm. The mattress shifts off the bed frame with every merciless blow to your body, Leon fucking you like a complete animal. He’s never done you like this before, and it’s destroyed your state of mind. Your hips begin to shrink into the mattress, wanting to get away from the stunning pleasure as it amounts to something so intense that it’s scary. Your face contorts, and your eyebrows furrow severely, your permanently open mouth gasping for air as another orgasm starts to blur your vision. You shift your gaze to his face, and the two of you maintain explicit eye contact. His fine, but aged features harden into a smoldering expression that makes your heart swoon.
“C’mon, baby, cum on daddy’s cock,” he thunders, voice cracking through the air, feeling your pussy constrict him in repeated pulses.
Your eyelashes flutter, and the world around you pauses, and you wail out. Sobbing as Leon fucks bliss into you, your pussy chokes his cock in unyielding convulsions. The ebb and flow washes over you like nirvana, splitting you into two and putting you back together again, leaving you changed. Leon lets out a groan that is damn near a moan, his cock spasming within your blistering walls.
“Fuck, I love you,” he roars, kissing you madly and sending a series of groans into your disjointed mouth.
Goosebumps prick his agitated body while torrents of semen spurt from his tip and through your cervix. You moan with delight, your womb accepting his seed with utter joy. Possessively, Leon pumps in and out of you, his swollen cock throbbing in tandem with his erratic pulse. His breath stutters across your lips, stubble grazing your mouth and chin as you milk every lost drop of him like you were made for him.
As your respective heart rates calm, the two of you are lost in each other’s eyes, swimming in the shared afterglow. He’s looking down at you with reverence, his messy hair curtaining around his face, tickling you. Leaking out of you in thick globs, his cum drops down his balls and onto the bed as he stays buried in your delightful pussy.
“Maybe I can get you to call me daddy next time,” he huffs, looking down at your body like it’s a work of art.
You sigh, panting with your breasts heaving under his gaze. “Whatever you say, daddy.”
Leon’s sharp eyes roll across your body and up to your face, and you feel him stiffen inside you.
“You keep that up, n’ I’ll put a baby in you.”
Your glossy eyes widen, and your heart rises to your throat, your pussy squeezing him.
“Leon,” you chide, your cheeks growing hot.
Chuckling, he leans down and presses a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Guess you’ll be my only baby for now.”
summary: Leon had planned to propose properly: flowers, dinner, the perfect speech. But after nearly dying in Spain with only your name in his mind, he realizes the perfect moment doesn’t matter anymore. Only coming home to you does.
warnings: re4!Leon x reader, established relationship, proposal, emotional hurt/comfort, Raccoon City trauma, mentions of injury and blood, Leon’s past trauma, references to parental substance abuse, nightmares, RE4 events, Las Plagas/infection mention, near-death thoughts, angst with a happy ending, soft intimacy mentioned but not explicit, marriage talk, children talk, Leon being deeply in love and emotionally wrecked, english is not my first language.
wc: 3.1k
author’s note: This was requested by @xfadesposts in here and I actually CRIED while writing it because I’m so weak for emotionally destroyed for yearner Leon. I hope I make you guys feel as much as I felt with this work. Thank you so much for reading and for being patient with my requests. I’m slowly working through them, I promise. ♡
I reccomend you to listen to Turning page of Sleeping at last for the part when Leon comes home spotify youtube 🖤.
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Leon remembered Raccoon City for many things.
For the rain falling over a city that was dying in plain sight, while no one could do anything to save it, even though he tried with everything he had to stop a tragedy that had been doomed to spiral out of control from the moment it was planned.
But above all of that, he remembered you.
It didn’t make much sense, maybe. Not when that night had been made of death and monsters that seemed pulled straight out of some sick nightmare, monsters that had once been innocent people, victims of a fatal fate. It didn’t make sense either because he had barely been a rookie cop, full of dreams that were ripped away from him in a single night. Leon S. Kennedy had walked into Raccoon City believing he was about to start a life, and in just a matter of hours, that life had been buried beneath broken glass, dark hallways, and corpses rising from the floor.
And then he found you.
You were hiding in one of the back rooms of the police station, your back pressed against the wall, one hand clutching your side, your eyes wide with pure terror. There was blood on your shirt, on your fingers, along the trembling line of your jaw, but you weren’t infected. Leon knew it before you could say anything. He knew it from the way you were breathing, from the human, clean fear on your face, from the way you tried to move away from him when he came in with his gun raised.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he told you then, slowly lowering his weapon.
You didn’t believe him at first. How could you? That night, everything that moved was a threat.
Leon crouched down in front of you carefully, his face stained, his hair wet from the rain, his blue eyes filled with a sincere kind of concern, though not enough to make you stop shaking.
“Were you bitten?” You shook your head quickly.
“No. Someone pushed me against a window, and I-I cut myself.”
He swallowed, looked at the wound, and then looked back at you, unable to understand how you were still conscious after how deep the cuts were and how much blood you had lost. He bandaged you as best as he could — badly, probably — but even so, he did it with gentleness, murmuring for you to breathe, telling you that you were doing so well, that it was okay, that he was going to get you out of there.
And somehow, he did.
Life after Raccoon wasn’t easy for either of you. You carried your own nightmares: the memory of empty streets, the wound burning at your side, Leon’s hand holding you up when your legs almost gave out. He carried something darker.
Leon didn’t talk much about his childhood.
At first, you didn’t ask either. Over the years, you learned to recognize those wounds in the little things: in the way he tensed whenever someone raised their voice too much, in how uncomfortable he looked around any kind of affection he didn’t know how to return, in the way he punished himself for mistakes that hadn’t even been his. He had a complicated childhood, losing his parents to substance abuse.
And then you came along, stepping into his life like a ray of sunlight through a window that had been closed for years.
Not because you were perfect, but because, even after everything you had been through, there was still something warm inside you. You were beautiful in a way that left Leon breathless, yes; with the kind of beauty that made people look twice, the kind that seemed to light you up even on the days you didn’t realize it yourself.
For years, the two of you kept getting to know each other. At first through slightly awkward phone calls, nervous messages, and meetings that seemed casual even though neither of you truly felt them that way. You would meet for coffee, go on walks, talk about small things. Sometimes you laughed, and one thing led to another.
There wasn’t one exact moment when Leon realized he had fallen in love with you, but one of the biggest signs was when he started noticing that he thought of you when something went right, and also when everything went wrong. Or even the simple fact that he wanted to call you after a mission just to hear your voice.
And one night, after having dinner together, he walked you to your door. It was cold, and you had your hands hidden inside your sleeves, while Leon couldn’t stop looking at you, the nerves written all over his face.
“What?” you asked, with a shy smile.
He shook his head, but he smiled too. That small, embarrassed smile of his.
“Leon…” you said, giving him an even warmer smile.
“It’s just…” He ran a hand through his hair, nervous. Leon Kennedy, who had survived Raccoon City, who had faced things no human being should ever have to see, was standing in front of you like a boy who didn’t know what to do with his hands. “It’s just that I like you.”
You went still.
Leon let out a low, humorless laugh, looking down at the ground for a second before lifting his eyes back to yours.
“A lot. And I know everything is complicated, but I don’t want to keep pretending I only meet up with you because we have something in common, or because of Raccoon…” He stopped, swallowing hard. “I meet up with you because I’m dying to see you.”
You didn’t know who moved first. You only knew that, all of a sudden, you were kissing him.
It was a clumsy kiss at first, soft. Leon touched your face, and you moved closer, and then he let out a breath against your mouth that sounded like years of restraint finally collapsing on top of him.
After that, Leon asked you out in such a Leon way that it still made you smile whenever you remembered how beautiful it had been.
He showed up with a bouquet of peonies, your favorites, because once, months earlier, you had mentioned almost without thinking that you found them beautiful, that there was something delicate and full of life about them. And Leon had remembered.
He also had a simple ring with him, a delicate, pretty piece. He gave it to you with his ears slightly red and the most vulnerable look you had ever seen on him.
“I don’t know how to say this, but…” he told you. “I just… I want to do this right with you. I want you to know I’m serious.”
You looked at the flowers, then at the ring, then at him.
“C-can I be your boyfriend?”
Leon turned even redder. You laughed, and he smiled in that way he only did when you were the one making him feel safe.
“Of course, Leon,” you said, with a smile that showed all your teeth.
From then on, you became his anchor.
You were the person he came back to when everything fell apart, the one who reminded him that he was still human when his job tried to turn him into a killing machine, the one who touched his hand in the middle of the night when nightmares tore him out of sleep.
Your first time together was just as imperfect and beautiful as everything about the two of you.
Neither of you really knew what you were doing, not truly. There were nerves, soft laughter, hands trembling a little, and tenderness in every single gesture. Leon asked you several times if you were okay, if you wanted to stop, if this was alright, looking at you as if you were something sacred, as if he was terrified of hurting you even when you assured him that you trusted him.
Leon held you carefully, kissed you, and made you feel wanted in every possible way. And when it was over, he didn’t pull away from you as if it had only been desire. That night wasn’t perfect because either of you knew exactly what to do. It was perfect because you loved each other with an enormous kind of honesty.
And for a while, Leon allowed that happiness to exist. After so many years, he let someone into his life through things as simple as your clothes in his laundry basket, the scent your shampoo left in his shower, mornings when he woke up before you and stayed there watching you sleep, wondering what kind of twisted miracle had led someone like him to end up with someone like you.
Sometimes, he thought about marrying you.
He thought about a quiet house far away from the horrors that seemed to chase him no matter the country, a dog sleeping at the foot of the bed, finding you in the kitchen, kissing the back of your neck, listening to you complain about some everyday little thing as if life had never been cruel to either of you, he even thought about having children.
Before leaving for Spain, Leon had already bought the ring.
It was beautiful, with a diamond, tucked inside a velvet box inside a drawer that Leon opened and closed like an idiot every time he was alone.
He had planned to ask you when he came back.
Not before, because he didn’t want to leave you with a promise in your hand and the possibility that he might not be able to keep it. Leon knew far too well what it was like to wait for a phone call that could destroy your life, so he left without saying anything. He kissed your forehead, promised you he would come back, and took the ring with him.
But Spain was worse than he had expected.
The mission began with the search for Ashley Graham and ended up becoming a descent into another kind of hell. Leon moved through mud, blood, and screams in a language he only half understood, his gun always ready and his body running on instinct.
But his mind kept coming back to you.
It came back to you when he washed his hands in freezing water and saw that the blood wouldn’t fully come off. It came back to you when Ashley asked him, during a brief pause between horrors, if he had someone waiting for him back home. Leon didn’t answer at first. He only adjusted the magazine in his gun and looked into the darkness.
“Yeah,” he said at last, his voice quieter. “I do.”
Ashley didn’t push, but she smiled a little, as if that answer was enough to understand something important.
Leon thought about how much you loved it when he brought you peonies and you saw them in a vase in the kitchen first thing in the morning. He thought about the night you had fallen asleep on his couch, your cheek resting against his thigh and one of your hands holding his.
He thought of you when he almost died.
When pain tore through his body and the infection tried to turn his thoughts into something foreign, Leon clung to your name like a rope. Sometimes he repeated it inside his head. Your face appeared to him in the most absurd moments: between gunshots, between running, between being slammed against damp stone walls.
When he passed out before knowing he was going to be cured, you were the only thing in his head. He was angry at the thought of leaving you alone, angry that he hadn’t been strong enough to make it back to you. But when the pain grew so intense that he could barely even feel hatred anymore, he found himself satisfied by the fact that, even if his life had been condemned to tragedy, he had had you. He would die knowing what it meant to love and be loved by someone unconditionally.
Finally, when Leon was cured thanks to Luis’ work, he started to believe in fate, or in any kind of religious entity if one truly existed. Luis’ death had been a tragedy, but maybe it was also a sign that Leon had been given a second chance at life, a second chance to come back to you.
When it was all over, when Ashley was safe, Leon didn’t rest. His body was exhausted, covered in wounds, but he could only think about one thing, getting back to you.
He didn’t remember the drive clearly. He only remembered the steering wheel beneath his hands, the road stretching ahead of him at an almost reckless speed. But after spending days believing he might never see you again, every traffic light, every curve, every second away from you felt like an offense.
The ring was in his pocket, he had stared at it for a moment before he started driving, still carrying the marks of the mission on his skin and his heart beating violently against his ribs.
He had planned something better. In his mind, there had been flowers, probably peonies again, dinner, a speech. But Leon no longer believed in waiting for the perfect moment. The perfect moment was a lie life used to steal the things you wanted to say.
When he knocked on the door of your apartment, it was an impossible hour of the night.
You opened it with messy hair, your face still marked by sleep, fear breaking through your eyes the second you saw him. Because Leon was there, yes, alive, but he was also pale, exhausted, wounded, with such a broken expression on his face that your hand flew to your mouth.
“Leon…”
He didn’t say anything at first. He only stared at you, as if he needed to make sure you were real, as if everything he had endured in Spain had been for this exact point: you standing in the doorway, breathing in front of him, looking at him with tears in your eyes.
You took a step toward him, but before you could touch him, before you could hug him, before you could even ask where it hurt, Leon dropped to his knees in front of you.
“Leon!” Panic shot through you.
You crouched down immediately, thinking he was collapsing, that he was worse than he looked, but he lifted one hand, stopping you with trembling gentleness.
“No. No, I’m okay. I’m…” He swallowed, and his eyes filled with tears before he could pretend otherwise. “Fuck…”
Your breath caught when you saw him pull the small box from his pocket.
The world went still again, like the night you met, like the day he showed up with peonies and a simple ring, nervous and beautiful, asking you for a chance. Only now, Leon was looking at you like a man who had almost lost everything and had decided never to keep quiet again.
“I had a speech,” he said, his voice breaking. “I had it planned before I left. I was going to do it right. Take you to dinner, buy flowers…”
A tear slipped down your cheek.
Leon opened the box, and the diamond shone beneath the warm light of the hallway, so beautiful it almost looked unreal between his fingers, which were still covered in tiny cuts.
“But I almost didn’t come back,” he continued. “And all I could think about there, every time I thought I wasn’t going to make it out, was you. I could only think that I couldn’t die without seeing you again.”
You covered your mouth with one hand, trying to hold back a sob.
Leon took a deep breath, but everything about him was shaking: his voice, his hands, his shoulders. That man, the one who had survived Raccoon City, monsters, and wars no one would ever know about, was kneeling in front of you as if you were the only thing capable of destroying him.
“I’ve wanted a life with you for a long time,” he said. “And I’m scared to admit that, because every time I’ve wanted something real, life has found a way to rip it away from me. But you… you’ve been my home since before I even knew I needed one.”
Your face crumpled completely, he swallowed again.
“When I found you in Raccoon, you were hurt and terrified, and I still remember looking at you and thinking I had to get you out of there. I didn’t know why it mattered so much. I didn’t know anything about you. But there was something in you that was still alive in the middle of all of that. Something good. Something warm. And over the years…” He smiled faintly, his eyes bright. “Over the years, you became the best part of my life.”
Leon glanced down at the ring for a second, as if he needed to gather his courage.
“You’ve seen me at my worst. You’ve seen the parts of me I try to hide: the anger, the fear, the nightmares, everything I don’t know how to say without saying it wrong. And yet you love me. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to explain what that did to me.”
You were already crying, unable to stop yourself, so was he.
“I want to marry you,” he said, more firmly, even though his voice was still broken. “I want to wake up with you every day life allows me to. I want a dog that will probably hate me and love you more. I want to argue about stupid things. I want to make you coffee. I want to watch you grow old. I want…” His voice cracked. “I want a life. With you.”
Leon lifted the ring toward you.
“And if someday we can, and if we feel ready, I want children with you too. Not because I think that would fix anything. Not because I think love erases what happened to us. But because when I look at you, for the first time in my life, I think maybe something good could come from me. From us.”
You crouched down in front of him, unable to stay standing any longer.
Leon let out a trembling breath when your hands cupped his face.
“You don’t have to say yes right now,” he rushed to say, as if fear had caught up with him all at once. “I know it’s a lot, and I know I just showed up here in the middle of the night, looking like hell, and this isn’t fair to you. I just needed to say it. I needed you to know because I almost—”
You didn’t let him finish.
You kissed him.
It was a kiss salted by tears, clumsy from urgency. Leon made a small sound against your mouth, something relieved, and let you hold him as if he could finally set down the weight he had been carrying. When you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his.
“Yes,” you whispered.
Leon went still.
“Yes?”
You laughed through your tears.
“Yes, baby. I want to marry you.”
For a second, Leon didn’t react. He only looked at you as if he hadn’t understood, as if his exhausted mind couldn’t process that something this good was actually happening.
Leon slipped the ring onto your finger with trembling hands. It took him a moment, because he was crying, his vision blurred with tears, and because you were shaking too. But when the diamond settled on your finger, beautiful and bright, the two of you stared at it as if it were more than a piece of jewelry.
You hugged him then, tightly, careful not to hurt him, and Leon sank into you as if he had been waiting for that embrace since Spain, since Raccoon, maybe even long before that. He buried his face in your neck and breathed in deeply, once, twice, three times, as if he needed to convince himself that he had really made it back.
And for the first time in a long time, Leon believed that life gave second chances because you existed.
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Leon Kennedy x f!reader (can imagine any version of Leon for this)
summary: your day out in the sun gets interrupted by a large cloud.
wc: 2k
content warning: minor implications of sexual themes, mostly just teeth rotting fluff, no use of y/n
note: something short and sweet for celebrating 100 followers!! thank you guys SO MUCH it truly blows my mind!! it's finally getting warm where i live and of course i was imagining this while i was out tanning in my backyard LOL
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It was hot today. There was a heatwave going on, and everyone was taking advantage of the hot weather. People were walking outside, going to the community pool, going for ice cream, or lying in the sun to start a good tan, like you.
You were in the backyard, sprawled on a lounge chair under the hot, blistering sun. You had the speaker going with music, a fruity cocktail on the table next to you, and a book you had just put down when you went to flip on your back.
It was times like these where you wished you had pushed Leon more on getting a pool installed in the backyard. He said it would never get used, with the two of you away for work so often, and you would be the one making him clean it everyday. But now here you were, absolutely dripping with sweat, hair sticking to the back of your neck as you endured the sun for a baseline tan.
You took a sip of your cocktail, the condensation from the glass dripping onto your stomach as you leaned up to take a sip. You were in the skimpiest bikini you had, you wanted the least amount of tan lines and the most surface area of skin golden brown as possible. Your skin was so hot you barely felt the cool droplets splash on your tummy, evaporating almost immediately.
You put your drink back down, and settled into the lounge chair on your back as you prepared to tan your front. You closed your eyes, the sun being far too bright to keep them open to read, and just listened to the music.
When you’d tan, and you didn’t have anything to distract your mind, it would imagine away. You thought about Leon; wondering if he would get home from work early, surprise you with an iced coffee he got on the way, you’d make dinner and eat it on the patio as you watched the sun go down for the day.
You wished he also had the day off. You hated wasting beautiful days like these, especially cooped up in that office building where the AC would blast that stale air and sit under those horrific fluorescent lights. But you hated the most that Leon wasn’t here to enjoy it with you.
You’d never catch him tanning next to you, claiming he didn’t need to cook under the sun to get some colour on his Italian skin, but he would be outside with you. Whether it was doing yard work, using his weight set, or cooking something on the grill, he would take advantage of the nice weather just as much as you.
You sighed, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand as you felt sweat cascading down it. You could feel your skin begin to burn, the heat of the sun almost reaching your bones, and you decided a couple more minutes before you’d head back inside for a cold shower.
With your eyes still closed, you hummed along to the music as one of your favourite songs queued up, stretching your limbs against the chair. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a large shadow cast over you, blocking the sun and instantly cooling you off. You frowned, wondering where the hell this cloud came from as the sky was completely blue.
“What happened to the sun?” You muttered, lifting a hand up to your forehead to act as a shield for your eyes. You open them, and although it takes a second for your eyes to adjust, there was no cloud.
In front of you was a large, man shaped outline blocking the sun. But it wasn’t any man, it was Leon.
His suit jacket was hung over his arm, white shirt unbuttoned almost all the way, tie loosened and hung around his neck lazily. He held his briefcase in one hand, and in the other, like he had read your mind, was an iced coffee.
He had seen you not too long after he got home. He called out your name after not hearing the tv going in the living room, or after peeking into your shared bedroom. It wasn’t until he looked out the kitchen window, where he saw you.
His eyes widened as you practically glowed in the sun, skin glistening with sweat, tits practically spilling out of your bikini top. A smile formed on his face as he watched you from the house, how peaceful you looked lying in the backyard and enjoying the beautiful weather.
Although the two of you worked together, and would go to and from work most of the time, there was nothing Leon enjoyed more than coming home to you. He loved walking through the front door, smelling dinner being cooked in the kitchen, or even just catching you having a nap on the couch with a movie playing quietly in the living room.
He just loved knowing there was somebody at home waiting for him. After so long of him being by himself, having nothing consistent in his life, it was a good feeling for him to see your gorgeous face everyday.
He didn’t even think to put his things down as he took off out the back door, striding across the backyard to where your lounge chair was set up on the grass. He smiled as he approached you, not even noticing as he stepped through the grass, the ice in your coffee rattling as he walked.
“Having fun without me?”
You smiled wide, like a dream came true. You sat up on the lounge chair, extending your arm to reach for the coffee.
“You’re home early!” Leon leaned down to hand you the drink, smiling softly. You could see the sweat forming on his forehead, his hair pushed back further than he usually styles it, as if he had been trying to get it out of his face due to the heat.
“Finished up quickly today,” he leaned down further to place a quick kiss on your lips, “looks like you’re having a good day.”
You smiled into his kiss, grabbing onto Leon’s loosened tie to pull him down on the end of the lounge chair.
“Better now that you’re here,” you twirled the tie around your hand, taking a sip of the coffee, “come tan with me?”
Leon chuckled, running his hand through his sweat soaked blond hair, “I don’t know, sweetheart. Not really my thing.”
You pouted your lip, scootching further down on the lounge chair until your sticky thighs pressed against Leon’s slacks.
“C’mon, please? I’m almost done anyways, only for a half hour.” You put on your best pleading face, batting your eyelashes and scratching his thighs with your nails. And how could he say no to you?
“Alright, thirty minutes is all you get,” Leon grumbles, giving you a peck on the cheek before getting up from the chair and heading back inside. You squealed a thank you, settling back down on the chair as you waited for Leon to come back outside.
You could hardly miss the sound of the backdoor creaking open, and Leon’s newly changed figure walking towards you.
He had only his black swim trunks on, the inseam hitting his mid thigh just how you liked it, and black sunglasses to match. You ogled his bare chest, muscles rippling under his sweat slicked skin with each step he took. You didn’t hide the way you were looking at him, eyes half lidded and tongue jetting out to lick your bottom lip.
As Leon got closer, he playfully scoffed at your hungry expression, “You’re gonna catch flies with your mouth hanging open like that,” he grabbed the second lounge chair and pulled it closer to yours, settling down on it.
“Excuse me for admiring my handsome boyfriend,” you raised your hands in protest, watching as Leon laid down on the chair, sunglasses resting on the lower bridge of his nose. His head turned to look at you, trying hard to hide a smirk.
“I’ll let it slide this time.” You laughed, shutting your eyes to focus on the last thirty minutes of tanning.
You had an easy time just relaxing your muscles, listening to the music playing softly through the speaker as you felt the sun heating up your skin.
Leon, on the other hand, was going crazy. He was never good at staying still for very long, so tasking him to just lay down and relax was a lot harder than it should’ve been.
He kept shifting around in his chair, opening his eyes to look over at you lying still, pretending you didn’t notice Leon’s inability to settle down. He watched the way your chest rose and fell, your hair draping behind your shoulders, and the faint tan lines starting to form under your bikini.
He smiled as he got an idea. He quietly rose from the lounge chair, and slid it next to yours as close as he possibly could. Your brows furrowed as you felt the chair bump the side of yours, and gasped once Leon’s weight crushed the side of you.
You fell into a fit of giggles as Leon wrapped his strong arms around your waist, not caring how absolutely sweaty you were.
“Leon! I’m trying to tan!” You said in between laughs, your hands trying to pry his off of your stomach to which you were unsuccessful. Leon just hummed, his lips meeting your neck and planting sloppy kisses along it.
“And I’m bored, don’t like sitting so far away from you.” You turned your head towards him to kiss his lips, smiling uncontrollably as he kissed you back hungrily, hands kneading into the skin of your waist.
Leave it to Leon to interrupt your peace, not being able to handle at most ten minutes of relaxation. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Okay, okay,” you mumbled against his lips, pulling back just enough to look at his face.” His sunglasses were still on, seeing the reflection of yourself through them, and his nose and cheeks were only the slightest bit pink from the sun. “You win. No more tanning.”
“Well it’s not that bad now,” he muttered, tilting his head down to rest on your shoulder. With the heat that was radiating off the sun, and from Leon’s body, you thought you were going to melt. You could feel your skin stick to his, the sweat dripping down your face now not enjoyable whatsoever.
“Now I’m gonna melt,” you groan, grabbing ahold of Leon’s head to pull it off your shoulder, “I think it’s time for a shower.”
Leon’s head perked up, brows raising, and a toothy grin on his face, “I like the sound of that.”
“Of course you do,” you giggle, kissing his lips one more time before sitting up on the lounge chair.
The rest of the day turned out exactly how you pictured it, with a couple bonuses. The two of you had a shower, washing off the sweat from your bodies which inevitably turned into Leon throwing your leg over his shoulder as he dove nose first into your thighs.
After a much longer shower than necessary, the two of you began to work on dinner, pleasantly chatting about work as Leon chopped vegetables and you stirred a pot over the stove.
You ate dinner on the back patio, sitting side by side as you silently watched the sun go down, painting the sky in shades of pink, orange, and purple. Leon kept a firm hand on your thigh as he ate, muttering quiet thank yous as he finished his plate in record time.
As the sun finally went down and the stars came out to illuminate the night sky, you pointed out different constellations for Leon, cuddled right up next to him in your coziest pyjamas.
The night had finally come to an end; the two of you were tangled in bed together, Leon’s chest pressed up against your back, arms wrapped tight around your waist and his face buried in the back of your neck.
As you shut your eyes to drift off to sleep, all you could do was think about just how absolutely grateful you were for the life you had.
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Summary: Leon Kennedy is used to keeping secrets, he’s a goverment agent, for good sake, it’s part of his job, however, you somehow feel like you have the special girlfriend privilege of being his only exception
Or in other words, you’re into conspiracy theories and want to get Leon’s professional answers out of him
An: hey guys!! Hope you like this one, it’s an idea that came to me out of nowhere, so I basically made this in between classes, so let me now in case I made some mistakes 😭😭, love youuu!!!
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There’s nothing you love more than the fact that your boyfriend, the same man who steals the sheets, uses your good shampoo without asking, and once put an entire live snake in a freezer because “I needed the venom for evidence, doll, calm down” is technically one of the most dangerous secrets the U.S. government keeps on retainer.
You finds it hilarious.
Leon Kennedy, the same man who once dropped his entire gun kit down a stairwell because he was half asleep after a mission, has clearance levels that make your own BSAA access look like child’s play.
And Leon hates when you brings it up.
Which, of course, means you do. Constantly.
——
It started the first time you stayed over at his DC apartment for more than two days in a row.
You guys were sprawled on his couch, half a pizza box balanced on the coffee table, some old sci-fi movie flickering on mute in the background. Leon was half asleep, socks on the armrest, hair still damp from his shower.
You were scrolling through you phone, humming to yourself, when a certain video on your instagram fyp called your attention, something along the lines of sharing the most insane theories people had about the government and life, the comments were insane, making you actually doubt if you were real or just living in a simulation.
“Hey.”
Leon groaned. “What.”
“Is Area 51 real?”
He cracked one eye open. “Seriously?”
You shifted closer, grinning. “Come on! You work for the president. You’ve been there, haven’t you? Little green men and all that.”
Leon snorted, turning his face into the couch cushion. “You’re annoying.”
You poked him again. “Is that a yes?”
He sighed, voice muffled. “It’s an airbase, y/n. It’s just an airbase.”
You leaned over, lips brushing his ear. “ ‘Just an airbase.’ That’s exactly what someone covering up aliens would say.”
He flipped you off without looking. You broke down in laughter, kissing his temple.
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The second time you brought it up was during a stakeout, somewhere in the Rockies, trapped in a rattling BSAA van that smelled like instant noodles and adrenaline.
Leon was checking his gear, boots propped on the dash. You were half asleep under a blanket, but your eyes kept drifting to the sky.
“You ever seen a UFO?” You murmured.
Leon didn’t even look up. “No.”
You smirked “Liar.”
He sighed. “The only unidentified flying objects I’ve ever seen are B.O.W.s getting shot out of helicopters.”
You kicked his boot off the dash. “I mean aliens. Not umbrella mutants.”
Leon finally glanced at you, unimpressed. “You know my entire job is making sure you don’t have to find out.”
You grinned, teeth flashing in the moonlight. “So you admit it.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m surrounded by idiots.”
You curled up next to him anyway, head on his shoulder.
——
The third time was back home.
You two were sitting on the kitchen floor one night, pizza again, your Porsche keys on the counter.
You flipped through channels on the TV carefully placed on the big wall in front of the living room couch, a bigfoot documentary, how convenient, perfect.
You jabbed a finger at the screen. “You ever brief the president about this guy?”
Leon didn’t even look up from slicing another piece. “You’re insufferable.”
You took a huge bite, talking around it. “ ‘Mr. President, we have a situation in Oregon, giant monkey man.’ ”
Leon leaned back against the fridge, watching you with that amused exasperation only you get to see. “He’d probably approve an airstrike just to be safe.”
You shrugged. “You’d be the one to pull the trigger.”
He pointed his knife at you. “And you’d be the one stitching up my broken ribs when Bigfoot throws me through a tree.”
You giggled. “We make such a good team.”
——
The fourth time was in your favorite place to test his patience actually, exactly where he’s the weakest, in bed, tangled up in sheets that still smell like him, your hair spread across his chest.
He was half asleep, pulse still thudding in you ear, when you decide to push it.
You trace his collarbone with your finger. “Hey.”
Leon hums, groggy. “Don’t start.”
“Do lizard people run Congress?”
He laughs, an actual, breathless laugh. “Y/n.”
You prop yourself up, face inches away from his. “I’m serious. I feel like you’d know. How deep does this go?”
Leon drags a hand over his face. “Go to sleep.”
“Tell me if there’s an Illuminati.”
“Go. To. Sleep.”
You kiss him slow, a wicked smile pressed to his mouth. “You’re so bad at lying. I love it.”
He rolls you two over, pins you to the mattress, voice low and dangerous. “One day, you’re gonna push too far.”
You grin up at him. “You sure?”
——
The fifth time, a post mission, there was something about the calm that came with the after missions that made your brain go feral.
it was a Friday night at the penthouse, you guys were home for once, no calls, no black bags, no sudden orders to fly out at dawn. Just takeout on the kitchen counter, Leon’s boots kicked off by the door, you cross legged on the living room rug with a glass of cheap red wine.
The TV was playing something pointless, some old conspiracy doc about the real secrets of the American desert. The narrator’s voice drones on about unmarked helicopters, cow mutilations, shadowy figures in the sagebrush.
Your ears perk up with mischief halfway through your second glass.
“Hey, Kennedy.”
Leon didn’t look up from the takeout box. He was sitting on the couch, long legs splayed out, fork dangling lazily. “Hmm?”
You pointed your fork at the screen, grin already mean. “Skinwalker Ranch is real, right?”
“Y/n,” he said, carefully neutral, “we’re not doing this tonight.”
You pretend to pout. “Doing what? I just asked a question.”
He sat down the food, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Skinwalker Ranch is a plot of private land in Utah. That’s all.”
You scuffed. “That’s all? Kennedy, you lie for living.”
Leon leaned his head back, eyes closed like he was begging some higher power to intervene. “I don’t lie for living. I classify.”
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And the time you finally got it
You dragged your lips over his jaw, feather light. “Tell me something classified.”
Leon tried, he really did try to hold the line. He’s the President’s golden boy, the best liar alive, a ghost in a suit when he needs to be.
But you, you are his worst weakness, and you know it.
He caved.
“One time” he started, voice rough. “One time I got called to Nevada for a cargo retrieval. They told me it was a downed drone.”
Your eyes widen, greedy. “But—?”
Leon sighed, mouth twitching at your excitement. “But it wasn’t a drone. It was… I dunno what the hell it was. Weird shape. Weird readings. I still think it wasn’t ours.”
You squealed, actually squealed and kisses him. “I knew it! You’ve seen alien tech.”
Leon rolled his eyes. “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t not say it.”
Aside from that, you don’t ever get your concrete answer
No UFO confirmation. No Area 51 floor plans. No proof the president’s lizard suit zips up the back.
But sometimes, when you’re curled up on the couch with your feet in his lap, or half asleep in bed with his dog tags tangled in your hair, you get a different secret
Leon Kennedy, off the clock.
Leon Kennedy, not the DSO’s hammer, not the president’s secret.
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