Just a trans weirdo writing purely indulgent,
chubby/fat reader, monster (and now Leon S Kennedy) smut.
Alot of dark topics, please review pinned.
Enjoy ;)
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As always Credits for Bio Template - @piss-slutt
** I’m 30 now, but I don’t want to update the bio lol
I always welcome requests, ideas, or suggestions. If I vibe with it, I might write it!
*All of my images were just found online, please message if you want me to credit you or remove*
Masterlist:
Longer writing is all tagged with #remiratboi
Unless otherwise stated, all GN Reader is AFAB
There will never be any use of Y/N
🕊️ - means deaddove, can’t make it more clear
Active - I am currently working on this story, and will be posting soon.
Paused - I intend to continue, but currently am not feeling inspired or something along those lines.
Finished - This story is complete, and at this time I have no intention to write any further about these characters (but you are welcome to request, as well as include ideas of what you’d like to see, and if I’m feeling it I might continue)
Coming Soon - I have started writing, but it’s not one I am currently focused on. Will post eventually, but no idea when.
Scrapped - Was supposed to be more/multiple parts, but I stopped and don’t intend to finish (Fair warning for possible never ending cliff hanger if you read a scrapped work)
Fanfics
🕊️ - That kind of day - DSO Agent Leon S Kennedy X DSO Agent GN AFAB Fat Reader - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Active
- Heartbreak next door - DSO Agent Leon S Kennedy X Umbrella Researcher GN AFAB Fat Reader - Part 1 - Active
🕊️ - Unnamed - Stalker Leon S Kennedy X Willing Victim GN AFAB Fat Reader - Coming Soon
- imagines - Leon s Kennedy - sleepy - phone call
Lost Souls Campground - Monster Fucking Series - Paused
*You can read the stories in any order, I wrote them to perform independently. I recommend reading the intro to get a basic premise. TLDR this is a collection of mostly monster fucking stories that take place at the same campground, but follow different characters.
- Intro
🕊️ - Ollidar - Yandere Half Orc Childhood Best Friend M X Fat AFAB G/N Reader - Finished ~ 11k words
- Ricky - Succubus Coworker F X Fat AFAB G/N Reader - Part 1 - Paused
- Booker - Wolf Hybrid Lifeguard M X Fat TransFem Reader - Paused
Other Series
🕊️ - Death - Death Personified M X Human GN Fat Reader - Part 1 - Part 2 - Paused
- The Truth Of The Matter - Minotaur M Best Friend X Human GN Fat Reader - Finished - ~ 7.2K Words - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
One Shots - All Finished Mostly 🕊️
- Filled -WolfHybrid Husband X Human GN Fat Reader
- Trace - Yandere Unknown Monster X Human GN Fat Reader
- Russian Roulette - Human, no monsters, but v dark !gun kink!
- Float - Yandere G/N Tentacle Monster X Human GN Fat Reader
- Debt To Pay - Human, no monsters, !gangbang!
- Yandere Orc Neighbour M X Human GN Fat Reader
- Nightmare - Unknown Tentacle Monster X Human GN Fat Reader
We have a little community discord! It’s been so wonderful! We have brainstorming, beta reading, writing support, and simping 😂 if you’re looking for some community and love Leon, we’d be so happy to see you! 🖤
We have a little community discord! It’s been so wonderful! We have brainstorming, beta reading, writing support, and simping 😂 if you’re looking for some community and love Leon, we’d be so happy to see you! 🖤
- this man can absolutely fall asleep anywhere. He’s seen the darkest depths of humanity and had to sleep during it. He’s used to forcing his body into a state of biological sleep. Rest? Not so much.
- it’s become just a tiny problem though, when he’s not on a mission running on pure adrenaline for days at a time. Now, he’s just basically a toddler.
- you CANNOT wake him up if he doesn’t have a consequence. Like a day off? Nope. You’re stuck in his arms listening to his lil snores until he’s GOOD AND READY
- he falls asleep everywhere. Waiting for you to try on clothes at a store? Snoozin. At your nieces birthday party? The kids are seeing how many stickers they can put on his face before he wakes up. Date night at the movies? Well, you only bother with that on days he has nothing else using his energy, and you miiiiiight get lucky and he’ll make it half way.
- the first vacation you take after you’re married, when he feels truly safe with you, it’s a blessing and a curse. You guess it’s lovely to have a man that’s been betrayed so many times, feel comfortable being so vulnerable with you; but it also ends up being the most expensive series of naps he’s ever taken. You can’t be too upset, however, at the sleepy way his nose scrunches when the clouds drift away, letting the sun shine down on his spot by the pool.
NSFW under the cut 🖤
- Leon looooooves morning sex. He always wakes up with wood, and you’re so cute when you’re drowsy. It’s so easy and comfortable to pull your pliable thighs apart while kissing the back of your shoulder. He’d make sure you acknowledged him consciously, then slip his still hardening cock into you.
- he’s totally a slut for your sounds and the noises you make, and Leon would be extra into your sleepy moans. The way you’d be a little bit more breathy.
- you’re also both needier than usual. Taking you from behind, he’d keep one hand on your chest, pinching and playing absently. The other hand would wrap around your throat. He would squeeze every so often, eliciting sweet whimpers from you, and making you both throb.
- Leon, who usually is a big talker, even if it’s often nonsensical praise and compliments, is quieter during these morning sessions. When the sun is low, and your shared room is still dim. The words he does say are more meaningful. Everything feels more meaningful, more intimate, more passionate. He tells you how much he loves waking up to you every day, and how your body was designed for him.
- or what if you wake him up?
Imagine: He just got back from a mission. It was rough. It’s always rough. He’s basically been asleep for 3 days. You see the pain on his face during the short times he’s awake. It’s starting to dim, now that he’s been in safety for a few days, but you can’t bear to see him in so much pain without being able to help him.
you decide to relieve some stress for him. He’s asleep, of course he is, so you swiftly undress, and climb into your bed. He can sleep through anything, so you wonder how long it will take him to wake up for this?
you pull the blanket back and find him in only boxers. It’s easy to slip his thick cock out and you’re rewarded with a soft puff from his perfect lips. You’d missed him while he was gone, and he’d been recovering for 3 whole days, you felt like you were practically salivating looking as his heavy length.
It doesn’t take long, even in sleep, for Leon to harden, and for you to start working him down your throat. The noises he makes are bliss, spurring you to take him deeper. You can hear them shift along with his stages of sleep. When he finally peaks into wakefulness, you feel his fingers drowsily drag through your hair. A pleased hum and some sleepy thrusts from him have you feeling satisfied with yourself.
- or what about after he’s fucked you, cum and sweat dripping into a pool between you. Leon’s arms like a cage, pressing you against his heaving chest as he comes down. His cock softens, but with his size, it stays in you easily. He nuzzles his head into your shoulder, much to your disdain
“No no, Leon, don’t you dare, I want to clean up!” You push against his chest, soft curls giving way to solid muscle.
“Jus’a min, love, you feel so good.” You already know you’ve lost. His words are drowsy. His pacing slowed. He could fall asleep fast normally, but right after he came several times from pounding you into oblivion, he could fall asleep at light speed.
Hi hello, I too am a Leon fic writer. I’m also a streamer on twitch. I’ve been slowly integrating my smut and my twitch and I’m ready to take the next step!
I’m making a writers discord
It’s not suuuuper flushed out yet, but I’m largely aiming for it to be a place where we can find support from each other, bounce ideas, maybe get feedback, but honestly mostly hang out and thirst over Leon lmao
Recently Misty (you know them as Julymist the resident YGBO writer, I’m not tagging because it feels like weird self promo or that they were involved, anyway) has joined my twitch community and it’s been so fun to just hang out, yap about Leon and our theories and our stories. I’d really like to continue that!
So here’s the deal, if you’re interested, please either comment here or dm me. The server is (almost) ready, but I need more little freaks to come join me!! 🖤
(You don’t HAVE to be a writer, I’ll also accept moots who I know are invested in the various author’s series!)
I am not trying to be self promoy and I’m sorry if this put a bad taste in your mouth. I’m looking for community, shared interests, and my twitch is just the platform.
DSO Agent Leon Kennedy X DSO Agent GN AFAB Fat Reader
CW: (um… so much lol it’s not the main focus but does talk about the plant experience so) monsterfucking, plant monster, tentacle, EXTREMELY DEEP penetration, ok?? Ok, anal, vaginal, oral, non con, breeding, sex pollen, belly expansion, forced orgasm, overstim, other than that, sexual tension, light over the clothes touching, angst, desperate Leon, pathetic Leon, fat reader, usual resident evil warnings, content warnings are chapter specific
GETTING STEAMY NOW but like… barely lol, sorry
Inspired by @julymist and their YGBO series!!
You were back there again. A mildew scented, concrete room full of pipes and nozzles. Leaves lined the walls, the floor and the ceiling. Aside from the odd hiss from the machinery, the only noise in the room was the schlick schlick schlick of movement against flesh.
You weren’t sure how long you’d been there. This felt unending. You couldn’t remember not being there.
Your body, limp, hung suspended in the center of the room, hoisted by several sinewy vines. Three more strange hybrid vines moved evenly, sinking deeper inside of you, before dragging back again. You could feel one down your throat, and even pulled out, you thought it was likely in your stomach. Your belly hung heavy and distended. Two more snaked their way through your intestines and womb, respectively.
Mind long fucked out, you barely flinched as another orgasm forced its way through your nerves. You couldn’t think. Your mind was completely occupied by thoughts of Leon.
He was waiting for you. You knew it. A white hot tempest boiled inside you, begging to be sated by him.
And then you were there, stepping into his room, racing to him, touching him. The pain that filled every cell in your body; gasped at the connection. This was right. This was meant to be. Looking down at his flushed cheeks and the adoration on his face, you could see. He was ready for it just like you.
You poised your dripping cunt over his cock. Leon reached down and lightly gripped your shoulder. He said your name, concern and confusion interrupting your moment.
He was above you? How had that happened? The edges of your vision burned red without the touch of his skin on yours. You needed him again, where had he gone?
You screamed his name, begging the void that had replaced him for answers. You were alone. In a tacky looking bed. Your body had been ignited. Where was he?
Soft fingers on your shoulder, yeah, you felt his fingers, he was coming back! You reached into the void before you, desperately searching for purchase. Your fingers grazed something, and you pulled.
Leon!
A sob tore from your throat in relief when you felt his reassuring weight on top of you. A strangled cry.
“What the fu-“ you cut him off by wrapping yourself around him. This felt solid. Finally something real. Tears mixed with blankets and limbs. Leon was unmoving in your grip.
It took several minutes, but you started to think this wasn’t a dream any longer. You realized it with body pressed as tightly as you could to his, soft rolls being contoured by hard planes. You considered pretending to stay asleep, but that would be more embarrassing.
You slowly pulled your head back, and opened your eyes. Leon’s shocking blues stared back at you from only inches away. You could feel his breath on your face.
You’d wrapped both arms around his neck, and hitched one leg over his waist. Your other leg was comfortably nestled between his two thick thighs. There were small spots on his shirt where your tears had leaked while you buried your face in his chest.
“Le-“ you started, airy and panicked.
“Hey, s-sorry, you were having a nightmare, I tried to wake you up-“ he cut you off.
“No it’s ok, I guess I got confused.” you answered before he could finish.
Leon pulled one of his arms that were wrapped around your waist, to your face. His eyebrows drew together. You felt his thumb move carefully along the apple of your cheek. Forgotten tears lifted with it. You blushed, eyes dropping.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying.” You used one hand to wipe your eyes. When you finished, you awkwardly tucked your arm in front of you. Leon watched you for a moment, then lightly took your wrist in his, placing it back around his neck, and on his shoulder. Neither of you said a word. Your eyes were found each other again.
“It’s ok to cry.” He said quietly. He repeated his actions on your other cheek. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, making your heart throb at the sweetness in his tone, until you considered talking about it.
“OH” you exclaimed loudly, surprising both of you. “NO, uh, I’m ok, thank you I don’t need to talk about it.” You gave him a lame attempt at a smile.
“What was that?” He chuckled, the seriousness of the moment fading.
You could feel how hot your ears were.
“Are, are you embarrassed?” He asked so genuinely you knew it wasn’t mockery. “It’s ok, you don’t need to be embarrassed, everyone has nightmares.” He was so sweet and so, so stupid sometimes.
“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t need to be embarrassed about a nightmare, heh.” You lied poorly.
Leon’s eyes narrowed as he took in everything. Lip caught between teeth, you watched circuits in his eyes light up slowly, and soon his cheeks were glowing like yours.
Still, though, neither of you pulled away. You were pressed against him. Your cunt clenched at the closeness. It wasn’t voluntary, but you swallowed, and shifted your position, just barely grinding down onto Leon’s hip that you still had your leg thrown over.
Leon breathed raggedly at the action, his eyes dropping and roaming over your intertwined bodies. When he looked back up, his pupils were wide, a similar adoration you’d dreamed of, on his face.
Maybe it WAS the dream. Or the trauma of what you’d been through, both emotionally and sexually. Maybe you were trying to reclaim what the plant had taken away from you, by forcing you to act on these very real feelings before you were ready. Maybe you were just in love with him, like you’d been for the last 7 years.
You thought it was probably the way he looked at you. And how his fingertips trembled reverently on your lower back. Leon held you firmly against him, pulling you impossibly closer. You felt his bulge press into your soft flesh. His breath hitched, and eyelashes fluttered. You thought he had never looked prettier.
Whatever it was, you knew, for the first time since you’d met the man, that he felt something for you too. So you decided to cross the line.
You pulled in your own shaky breath, and tucked an arm down from his neck, slipping it between you. Your fingers grazed his clothed length. Leon couldn’t hold back a cracked whimper. You could feel yourself getting soaked at how eager he was for you.
Leon blinked slowly, then started to lean closer to you. He moved at a painstaking speed. It was both years and seconds before you felt his breath against your lips.
“Leon..” you practically breathed it, and you felt the way he throbbed against you. He still wasn’t kissing you, however.
When he spoke, his voice was rough, heady. “Y-you’re, you, right?”
Your chin dipped “yes, I-I’m me.” The air hung heavy with your words, the meaning behind them.
Leon’s left hand ghosted up your spine and cradled the back of your head. Neither of you had looked away, both enthralled by the other, until his eyes dipped to your lips. Barely an inch from connection, he cracked a small smile, tinged with nerves. You felt your heart throb.
This was why you loved him. Of course he was gorgeous, but he was so good. You loved his heart. Why he would be nervous of anyone, was beyond you. But there he was, bodies as close as they could be, tangled together, and still anxious to kiss you.
An innocuous sounding trio of beeps shot ice through both yours, and Leon’s veins. You didn’t speak. Both of you moved on instinct. A red alert flashed on the laptop's screen.
DSO Agent Leon Kennedy X DSO Agent GN AFAB Fat Reader
CW: (um… so much lol it’s not the main focus but does talk about the plant experience so) monsterfucking, plant monster, tentacle, EXTREMELY DEEP penetration, ok?? Ok, anal, vaginal, oral, non con, breeding, sex pollen, belly expansion, forced orgasm, overstim, other than that, sexual tension, light over the clothes touching, angst, desperate Leon, pathetic Leon, fat reader, usual resident evil warnings, content warnings are chapter specific
GETTING STEAMY NOW but like… barely lol, sorry
Inspired by @julymist and their YGBO series!!
You were back there again. A mildew scented, concrete room full of pipes and nozzles. Leaves lined the walls, the floor and the ceiling. Aside from the odd hiss from the machinery, the only noise in the room was the schlick schlick schlick of movement against flesh.
You weren’t sure how long you’d been there. This felt unending. You couldn’t remember not being there.
Your body, limp, hung suspended in the center of the room, hoisted by several sinewy vines. Three more strange hybrid vines moved evenly, sinking deeper inside of you, before dragging back again. You could feel one down your throat, and even pulled out, you thought it was likely in your stomach. Your belly hung heavy and distended. Two more snaked their way through your intestines and womb, respectively.
Mind long fucked out, you barely flinched as another orgasm forced its way through your nerves. You couldn’t think. Your mind was completely occupied by thoughts of Leon.
He was waiting for you. You knew it. A white hot tempest boiled inside you, begging to be sated by him.
And then you were there, stepping into his room, racing to him, touching him. The pain that filled every cell in your body; gasped at the connection. This was right. This was meant to be. Looking down at his flushed cheeks and the adoration on his face, you could see. He was ready for it just like you.
You poised your dripping cunt over his cock. Leon reached down and lightly gripped your shoulder. He said your name, concern and confusion interrupting your moment.
He was above you? How had that happened? The edges of your vision burned red without the touch of his skin on yours. You needed him again, where had he gone?
You screamed his name, begging the void that had replaced him for answers. You were alone. In a tacky looking bed. Your body had been ignited. Where was he?
Soft fingers on your shoulder, yeah, you felt his fingers, he was coming back! You reached into the void before you, desperately searching for purchase. Your fingers grazed something, and you pulled.
Leon!
A sob tore from your throat in relief when you felt his reassuring weight on top of you. A strangled cry.
“What the fu-“ you cut him off by wrapping yourself around him. This felt solid. Finally something real. Tears mixed with blankets and limbs. Leon was unmoving in your grip.
It took several minutes, but you started to think this wasn’t a dream any longer. You realized it with body pressed as tightly as you could to his, soft rolls being contoured by hard planes. You considered pretending to stay asleep, but that would be more embarrassing.
You slowly pulled your head back, and opened your eyes. Leon’s shocking blues stared back at you from only inches away. You could feel his breath on your face.
You’d wrapped both arms around his neck, and hitched one leg over his waist. Your other leg was comfortably nestled between his two thick thighs. There were small spots on his shirt where your tears had leaked while you buried your face in his chest.
“Le-“ you started, airy and panicked.
“Hey, s-sorry, you were having a nightmare, I tried to wake you up-“ he cut you off.
“No it’s ok, I guess I got confused.” you answered before he could finish.
Leon pulled one of his arms that were wrapped around your waist, to your face. His eyebrows drew together. You felt his thumb move carefully along the apple of your cheek. Forgotten tears lifted with it. You blushed, eyes dropping.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying.” You used one hand to wipe your eyes. When you finished, you awkwardly tucked your arm in front of you. Leon watched you for a moment, then lightly took your wrist in his, placing it back around his neck, and on his shoulder. Neither of you said a word. Your eyes were found each other again.
“It’s ok to cry.” He said quietly. He repeated his actions on your other cheek. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, making your heart throb at the sweetness in his tone, until you considered talking about it.
“OH” you exclaimed loudly, surprising both of you. “NO, uh, I’m ok, thank you I don’t need to talk about it.” You gave him a lame attempt at a smile.
“What was that?” He chuckled, the seriousness of the moment fading.
You could feel how hot your ears were.
“Are, are you embarrassed?” He asked so genuinely you knew it wasn’t mockery. “It’s ok, you don’t need to be embarrassed, everyone has nightmares.” He was so sweet and so, so stupid sometimes.
“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t need to be embarrassed about a nightmare, heh.” You lied poorly.
Leon’s eyes narrowed as he took in everything. Lip caught between teeth, you watched circuits in his eyes light up slowly, and soon his cheeks were glowing like yours.
Still, though, neither of you pulled away. You were pressed against him. Your cunt clenched at the closeness. It wasn’t voluntary, but you swallowed, and shifted your position, just barely grinding down onto Leon’s hip that you still had your leg thrown over.
Leon breathed raggedly at the action, his eyes dropping and roaming over your intertwined bodies. When he looked back up, his pupils were wide, a similar adoration you’d dreamed of, on his face.
Maybe it WAS the dream. Or the trauma of what you’d been through, both emotionally and sexually. Maybe you were trying to reclaim what the plant had taken away from you, by forcing you to act on these very real feelings before you were ready. Maybe you were just in love with him, like you’d been for the last 7 years.
You thought it was probably the way he looked at you. And how his fingertips trembled reverently on your lower back. Leon held you firmly against him, pulling you impossibly closer. You felt his bulge press into your soft flesh. His breath hitched, and eyelashes fluttered. You thought he had never looked prettier.
Whatever it was, you knew, for the first time since you’d met the man, that he felt something for you too. So you decided to cross the line.
You pulled in your own shaky breath, and tucked an arm down from his neck, slipping it between you. Your fingers grazed his clothed length. Leon couldn’t hold back a cracked whimper. You could feel yourself getting soaked at how eager he was for you.
Leon blinked slowly, then started to lean closer to you. He moved at a painstaking speed. It was both years and seconds before you felt his breath against your lips.
“Leon..” you practically breathed it, and you felt the way he throbbed against you. He still wasn’t kissing you, however.
When he spoke, his voice was rough, heady. “Y-you’re, you, right?”
Your chin dipped “yes, I-I’m me.” The air hung heavy with your words, the meaning behind them.
Leon’s left hand ghosted up your spine and cradled the back of your head. Neither of you had looked away, both enthralled by the other, until his eyes dipped to your lips. Barely an inch from connection, he cracked a small smile, tinged with nerves. You felt your heart throb.
This was why you loved him. Of course he was gorgeous, but he was so good. You loved his heart. Why he would be nervous of anyone, was beyond you. But there he was, bodies as close as they could be, tangled together, and still anxious to kiss you.
An innocuous sounding trio of beeps shot ice through both yours, and Leon’s veins. You didn’t speak. Both of you moved on instinct. A red alert flashed on the laptop's screen.
Hi hello, I too am a Leon fic writer. I’m also a streamer on twitch. I’ve been slowly integrating my smut and my twitch and I’m ready to take the next step!
I’m making a writers discord
It’s not suuuuper flushed out yet, but I’m largely aiming for it to be a place where we can find support from each other, bounce ideas, maybe get feedback, but honestly mostly hang out and thirst over Leon lmao
Recently Misty (you know them as Julymist the resident YGBO writer, I’m not tagging because it feels like weird self promo or that they were involved, anyway) has joined my twitch community and it’s been so fun to just hang out, yap about Leon and our theories and our stories. I’d really like to continue that!
So here’s the deal, if you’re interested, please either comment here or dm me. The server is (almost) ready, but I need more little freaks to come join me!! 🖤
(You don’t HAVE to be a writer, I’ll also accept moots who I know are invested in the various author’s series!)
I am not trying to be self promoy and I’m sorry if this put a bad taste in your mouth. I’m looking for community, shared interests, and my twitch is just the platform.
DSO Agent Leon Kennedy X DSO Agent GN AFAB Fat Reader
CW: two idiots down bad for the other, talks about masturbating, mutual pining, being lil freaks about it, fat reader because all my readers are fat, general resident evil warnings, slow burn, desperate Leon, pathetic Leon, eventual smut, angst, miscommunication, Leon watching reader while they sleep without them knowing
IM SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG I’m really working on the things, and trying to rotate the parts I’m posting!! I’ve got this, then the next part of heartbreak next door will be up in the next couple days AND (rip) I’m working on a deaddove stalker Leon x willing victim reader AND IM SO EXCITED!! Its juicy 🥵 Leon’s a certified creep
Anyway, this story 😂 I hope you enjoy part 4!! As always, this was inspired by @julymist and their YGBO series!! Do yourself a favor babes!!
Your heart pounded as you heard Leon shuffle to the bathroom. Why did he have to look like that?! It was seriously cruel. Especially since you knew he was beautiful everywhere.
You shook your head trying to keep your thoughts together. You were just coworkers. That’s the point you were making, wasn’t it? That nothing had changed between you two, and you could carry on like normal. Because you could. You would.
After seeing the way he looked at you while you said so many things to him, you knew without a doubt now that Leon wasn't interested in you. That was good. You could move on finally. Bury this adolescent crush.
“I, I didn’t know you felt the same w-ay I did”
Leon’s desperate undertone played in your head again. A sound you hadn’t been able to get out of your mind. What if…?
No, you couldn’t allow yourself to let your imagination wander. Leon was off limits for any of several reasons.
He walked back into the room, your inner turmoil apparently having taken long enough for him to get dressed in grey sweats and a black tee shirt. You practically screamed internally at how unfair it was for him to look that good in sweats. You swore you would have looked like a gremlin. But he was still an Adonis.
Leon chuckled. “That’s the second time that’s happened.” He said while playfully snapping his fingers in front of your face.
You swatted his hand away. “What’s happened?” You defended more than asked.
“You saw me and froze.” His brows knit together in sudden concern. “Wait, uh, do you need me to give you space?” Raising his hands, he took a couple steps back from you.
You chuckled fondly. “No, sorry, I.. I guess I just got distracted. I’m fine.”
Of course he’s worried about you. He’s perfect. He’s fucking goddamn perfect.
Leon cocked his head to one side. It wasn’t the first time the man had reminded you of a very cute dog. “Distracted by…?” He encouraged.
Several things crossed your mind to say.
“Not sure? Some fleeting thought that I’ve lost!”
“The void.”
“Our mission.”
“I’m just tired still I guess”
But none of those came out of your mouth.
“Leon, I just, you’re so hot.” What the fuck?
Leon pulled up short, his cheeks reddening. A confused smile started to draw his lips up.
“No, I mean, ok, I guess I’m not as alright with the whole, ‘I had your dick in my mouth and now we are working again’ thing as I thought. You’re right.” You started word vomiting. You didn’t even know the end goal. Were you confessing your feelings? Were you backing out of the mission? Were you backing out of your partnership? Maybe.
“And then I show up here, determined to get back to normal, and you’re there,” you gestured to his midsection “shirtless, and g-glistening” Leon winced at the memory. “I just, I don’t know what to do, or how to act.” You tried to catch his eyes, and after a moment he let you. “I just want to forget any of this happened and go back to normal, Leon. Is that possible?”
He took a second longer than you expect to answer. But after the brief pause, and something that looked like a wince, he nodded. “Yeah, of course.” Leon spoke roughly with an edge you didn’t understand
You pushed a smile that almost felt real and motioned to the computer behind you. “Great. Um, wanna make sure I didn’t miss anything?”
~
You and Leon worked in shifts. You each slept about 6 hours of the day, which left the other 12 spent together, always. If it were someone else, you’d kill them. But that’s why you and Leon were partners. You could spend these long periods in high stress, life or death situations. Not that this was life or death. More like edged to death.
The man was always there. Right next to you. Orbiting you. You’d been in close quarters before but this was different. There was a thick layer of sexual tension right under the surface, and Leon seemed to be doing his best to dance all over it.
The closeness that had always felt comfortable, now felt charged and stifling. You get up to make coffee? He’s penned you in against the counter reaching for the cream cause “I’ll have one too.” You bend over the desk to get a better look at the cameras on screen? He’s rubbing up against your ass because there’s not a lot of room, with a quick “excuse me”, and a hot flush crawling over your skin.
And showering. Gods save you, the showering. Did he always shower twice a day, then walk around with only a towel loosely around his waist for an hour because "I like to air dry”?!?! You think you’d remember that. At this point you were always wet.
The only saving grace of the showers was Leon took forever. You had a solid hour alone while he did all his skin and hair care. As embarrassing as it was, you would spend every second that you could of it, tangled in the sheets that smelled like him. Your fingers between your thighs, expertly rubbing out as many orgasms as you could handle before overstimulation threatened to raise your volume to dangerous levels.
When you heard the bathroom fan turn off, you’d know he was almost done. It gave you just enough time to straighten the bed, and slip back into your seat at the computer.
It was one such moment, you were 3 and a half days in to the assignment. Leon had showered, after sleeping. You had just came in the bed 3 times while trying not scream his name. Missions had always been like this. You both knew that humans had needs, he probably jerked off when you slept or showered or something too… but it just felt so dirty now. It felt like you were using him, and you kind of were.
You fidgeted with a pen, doodling little bubbles all over a cheap motel pad. The bathroom door cracked open, and after a second, humid air rushed over your back, making your already flushed skin feel fiery.
Leon made an exaggerated yawn and stretch noise. “Alright, looks like it’s your turn for some shut eye.” He sauntered towards you. You couldn’t see it, with your back turned, but you knew. He was being so damn cocky?!
You turned and nearly swore. The towel he wore was slung even lower than normal. SOMEHOW. Light brown hair peeked over the edge, framed by hard lines of muscle. You glared at his face pointedly and he smiled back at you. “Oh, sorry, the bathroom gets so humid here, you know, and I need to finish-“ Leon started
“Air drying, yeah I know.” You finished and shoved your way past him. It was childish. You knew that, but you just couldn’t take the smug bastards teasing. And you didn’t understand it either. It seemed to really start after you told him you thought he was hot. Was he flirting? Why were you so bad at this shit??
You made a quick retreat to the bathroom, a low chuckle just making it through the door before you closed it. He was enjoying this. You groaned and glared at your reflection. You were so sure after the faces he made while you were in the infirmary, that he was disgusted by you. But the way he was acting now, and that one thing he said, kept playing. How he didn’t know you felt the same.
The mature thing to do would be to ask him. But the consequences of that were too high. Your entire working relationship, the well oiled machine you’d developed, hung in the balance.
You splashed cold water on your face instead of dealing with your feelings. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next day. Maybe one day you’d deal with things. But for now, you wanted to sleep.
After changing and washing your face you headed back to the small bed you’d just been in, red creeping up your neck and cheeks. Leon leaned, still barely clothed, half sitting on the edge of the desk. His arms were crossed. You felt his eyes follow you to the bed.
“Have a good sleep.” His voice was deep, husky, and you groaned internally. HOW WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO SLEEP 3 FEET AWAY FROM THAT??
“Thanks.” You clipped. The blankets were over your head in a moment, and soon you could just hear the odd shuffle as Leon moved around.
You could sleep. Yeah. You just had to focus and forget the man at the foot of your bed. Yeah. Easy.
~
The only light came from the laptop monitor. It was enough for Leon to just see your form through the kitschy comforter on the bed. The bed that smelled like you. The whole room smelled like you. He was going crazy.
He was acting crazy too.
“Leon, I just, you’re so hot.”
He’d be lying if he said a single second had passed since you’d said that, where he couldn’t hear it playing like a beautiful lullaby in his mind. 3 and a half days he’d been selfishly enjoying the newfound knowledge that you were physically attracted to him. He knew it didn’t go past that. He had lived enough life and been told enough times, to sort of accept it. He knew he was conventionally attractive.
So here, where no one else could see, and you couldn’t be embarrassed by it, he thrived on flustering you. Leon kept telling himself, it was just for this mission. Just in this hotel room. He’d play with you, in the only way he’d get to again.
It was harmless. Yeah. It was harmless, he thought, while watching your sleeping body for close to 4 hours now.
Leon adjusted himself in his pants for the 100th time. Having you so close, the flirting, your blush, the way your eyes widened when you looked at him, it kept him in a permanent state of half chub. He started showering twice a day now, just to have a second breath of privacy. He would spend about 20 minutes of it on hygiene, and the rest with a towel in his mouth and a fist on his cock.
How was he going to make it a whole week?
Leon breathed in time with you. He didn’t mean to. It was habit. He threw a glance over his shoulder at the screen, and the cameras you were monitoring. Nothing. Just like earlier, and last night, and yesterday morning. It was becoming clear the intelligence was wrong. This facility hadn’t lit up. But a week of surveillance was protocol. Then you’d both visit the site directly for a thorough physical investigation.
After, you’d go home. You’d have a few days off. He wouldn’t see you. When he did next, it would be in the office, as coworkers. It would be reality. You’d be his partner, someone he was supposed to be honest with. Someone he wasn’t supposed to love.
He knew this fantasy he was frantically holding onto, this week of flirtation and tension, was dangerous and unhealthy. He knew. He would give anything to be a stronger man, strong enough to leave you alone.
He would leave you alone. He’d already decided. Despite it hurting worse than any wound he’d taken, he would get over you. He’d realized somewhere in all this, he always had a little bit of hope. Hope that you loved him, that you wanted him. Hope that something would crack the glass case he’d placed around you in his mind and you’d finally be together.
But you told him. You told him that’s not what you wanted. You were explicit this time.
“I just want to forget any of this happened and go back to normal, Leon. Is that possible?”
Normal. Normal was him pining silently, praying he retired before you ever found someone else. It was comfortable and safe. It was a lie. Where none of this was tactile and you’d laugh at his jokes forever. He wanted normal too.
That’s why, he promised himself again, Leon would only allow this one week of bliss, before returning to normal.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft whimper. Your soft whimper. He felt his pants tighten and a wave of nausea rolled over him. You were probably having a nightmare, and he was getting hard?!
He turned to face the monitor, hoping it was a one off, but he wasn’t so lucky. It sounded like you were crying. Leon’s knee bounced in time with his fingers tapping the desk. Should he wake you up?
Small movements joined the gentle sobs and he looked back you, covered in the blanket, curled into a tight ball now. He didn’t mean to stand up. You were probably scared, that’s why you curled up.
He should wake you up.
A few hesitant steps took him to the side of your shared bed. Leon debated ways to wake someone up. He said your name, quietly, trying not to startle you, while lightly squeezing your shoulder.
“Leon?!” Your voice cracked out, thick with sleep, rough and uncontrolled. Before he had a chance to explain, you grabbed the hand on your shoulder, and pulled him into the bed on top of you.
DSO Agent Leon Kennedy X DSO Agent GN AFAB Fat Reader
CW: two idiots down bad for the other, talks about masturbating, mutual pining, being lil freaks about it, fat reader because all my readers are fat, general resident evil warnings, slow burn, desperate Leon, pathetic Leon, eventual smut, angst, miscommunication, Leon watching reader while they sleep without them knowing
IM SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG I’m really working on the things, and trying to rotate the parts I’m posting!! I’ve got this, then the next part of heartbreak next door will be up in the next couple days AND (rip) I’m working on a deaddove stalker Leon x willing victim reader AND IM SO EXCITED!! Its juicy 🥵 Leon’s a certified creep
Anyway, this story 😂 I hope you enjoy part 4!! As always, this was inspired by @julymist and their YGBO series!! Do yourself a favor babes!!
Your heart pounded as you heard Leon shuffle to the bathroom. Why did he have to look like that?! It was seriously cruel. Especially since you knew he was beautiful everywhere.
You shook your head trying to keep your thoughts together. You were just coworkers. That’s the point you were making, wasn’t it? That nothing had changed between you two, and you could carry on like normal. Because you could. You would.
After seeing the way he looked at you while you said so many things to him, you knew without a doubt now that Leon wasn't interested in you. That was good. You could move on finally. Bury this adolescent crush.
“I, I didn’t know you felt the same w-ay I did”
Leon’s desperate undertone played in your head again. A sound you hadn’t been able to get out of your mind. What if…?
No, you couldn’t allow yourself to let your imagination wander. Leon was off limits for any of several reasons.
He walked back into the room, your inner turmoil apparently having taken long enough for him to get dressed in grey sweats and a black tee shirt. You practically screamed internally at how unfair it was for him to look that good in sweats. You swore you would have looked like a gremlin. But he was still an Adonis.
Leon chuckled. “That’s the second time that’s happened.” He said while playfully snapping his fingers in front of your face.
You swatted his hand away. “What’s happened?” You defended more than asked.
“You saw me and froze.” His brows knit together in sudden concern. “Wait, uh, do you need me to give you space?” Raising his hands, he took a couple steps back from you.
You chuckled fondly. “No, sorry, I.. I guess I just got distracted. I’m fine.”
Of course he’s worried about you. He’s perfect. He’s fucking goddamn perfect.
Leon cocked his head to one side. It wasn’t the first time the man had reminded you of a very cute dog. “Distracted by…?” He encouraged.
Several things crossed your mind to say.
“Not sure? Some fleeting thought that I’ve lost!”
“The void.”
“Our mission.”
“I’m just tired still I guess”
But none of those came out of your mouth.
“Leon, I just, you’re so hot.” What the fuck?
Leon pulled up short, his cheeks reddening. A confused smile started to draw his lips up.
“No, I mean, ok, I guess I’m not as alright with the whole, ‘I had your dick in my mouth and now we are working again’ thing as I thought. You’re right.” You started word vomiting. You didn’t even know the end goal. Were you confessing your feelings? Were you backing out of the mission? Were you backing out of your partnership? Maybe.
“And then I show up here, determined to get back to normal, and you’re there,” you gestured to his midsection “shirtless, and g-glistening” Leon winced at the memory. “I just, I don’t know what to do, or how to act.” You tried to catch his eyes, and after a moment he let you. “I just want to forget any of this happened and go back to normal, Leon. Is that possible?”
He took a second longer than you expect to answer. But after the brief pause, and something that looked like a wince, he nodded. “Yeah, of course.” Leon spoke roughly with an edge you didn’t understand
You pushed a smile that almost felt real and motioned to the computer behind you. “Great. Um, wanna make sure I didn’t miss anything?”
~
You and Leon worked in shifts. You each slept about 6 hours of the day, which left the other 12 spent together, always. If it were someone else, you’d kill them. But that’s why you and Leon were partners. You could spend these long periods in high stress, life or death situations. Not that this was life or death. More like edged to death.
The man was always there. Right next to you. Orbiting you. You’d been in close quarters before but this was different. There was a thick layer of sexual tension right under the surface, and Leon seemed to be doing his best to dance all over it.
The closeness that had always felt comfortable, now felt charged and stifling. You get up to make coffee? He’s penned you in against the counter reaching for the cream cause “I’ll have one too.” You bend over the desk to get a better look at the cameras on screen? He’s rubbing up against your ass because there’s not a lot of room, with a quick “excuse me”, and a hot flush crawling over your skin.
And showering. Gods save you, the showering. Did he always shower twice a day, then walk around with only a towel loosely around his waist for an hour because "I like to air dry”?!?! You think you’d remember that. At this point you were always wet.
The only saving grace of the showers was Leon took forever. You had a solid hour alone while he did all his skin and hair care. As embarrassing as it was, you would spend every second that you could of it, tangled in the sheets that smelled like him. Your fingers between your thighs, expertly rubbing out as many orgasms as you could handle before overstimulation threatened to raise your volume to dangerous levels.
When you heard the bathroom fan turn off, you’d know he was almost done. It gave you just enough time to straighten the bed, and slip back into your seat at the computer.
It was one such moment, you were 3 and a half days in to the assignment. Leon had showered, after sleeping. You had just came in the bed 3 times while trying not scream his name. Missions had always been like this. You both knew that humans had needs, he probably jerked off when you slept or showered or something too… but it just felt so dirty now. It felt like you were using him, and you kind of were.
You fidgeted with a pen, doodling little bubbles all over a cheap motel pad. The bathroom door cracked open, and after a second, humid air rushed over your back, making your already flushed skin feel fiery.
Leon made an exaggerated yawn and stretch noise. “Alright, looks like it’s your turn for some shut eye.” He sauntered towards you. You couldn’t see it, with your back turned, but you knew. He was being so damn cocky?!
You turned and nearly swore. The towel he wore was slung even lower than normal. SOMEHOW. Light brown hair peeked over the edge, framed by hard lines of muscle. You glared at his face pointedly and he smiled back at you. “Oh, sorry, the bathroom gets so humid here, you know, and I need to finish-“ Leon started
“Air drying, yeah I know.” You finished and shoved your way past him. It was childish. You knew that, but you just couldn’t take the smug bastards teasing. And you didn’t understand it either. It seemed to really start after you told him you thought he was hot. Was he flirting? Why were you so bad at this shit??
You made a quick retreat to the bathroom, a low chuckle just making it through the door before you closed it. He was enjoying this. You groaned and glared at your reflection. You were so sure after the faces he made while you were in the infirmary, that he was disgusted by you. But the way he was acting now, and that one thing he said, kept playing. How he didn’t know you felt the same.
The mature thing to do would be to ask him. But the consequences of that were too high. Your entire working relationship, the well oiled machine you’d developed, hung in the balance.
You splashed cold water on your face instead of dealing with your feelings. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next day. Maybe one day you’d deal with things. But for now, you wanted to sleep.
After changing and washing your face you headed back to the small bed you’d just been in, red creeping up your neck and cheeks. Leon leaned, still barely clothed, half sitting on the edge of the desk. His arms were crossed. You felt his eyes follow you to the bed.
“Have a good sleep.” His voice was deep, husky, and you groaned internally. HOW WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO SLEEP 3 FEET AWAY FROM THAT??
“Thanks.” You clipped. The blankets were over your head in a moment, and soon you could just hear the odd shuffle as Leon moved around.
You could sleep. Yeah. You just had to focus and forget the man at the foot of your bed. Yeah. Easy.
~
The only light came from the laptop monitor. It was enough for Leon to just see your form through the kitschy comforter on the bed. The bed that smelled like you. The whole room smelled like you. He was going crazy.
He was acting crazy too.
“Leon, I just, you’re so hot.”
He’d be lying if he said a single second had passed since you’d said that, where he couldn’t hear it playing like a beautiful lullaby in his mind. 3 and a half days he’d been selfishly enjoying the newfound knowledge that you were physically attracted to him. He knew it didn’t go past that. He had lived enough life and been told enough times, to sort of accept it. He knew he was conventionally attractive.
So here, where no one else could see, and you couldn’t be embarrassed by it, he thrived on flustering you. Leon kept telling himself, it was just for this mission. Just in this hotel room. He’d play with you, in the only way he’d get to again.
It was harmless. Yeah. It was harmless, he thought, while watching your sleeping body for close to 4 hours now.
Leon adjusted himself in his pants for the 100th time. Having you so close, the flirting, your blush, the way your eyes widened when you looked at him, it kept him in a permanent state of half chub. He started showering twice a day now, just to have a second breath of privacy. He would spend about 20 minutes of it on hygiene, and the rest with a towel in his mouth and a fist on his cock.
How was he going to make it a whole week?
Leon breathed in time with you. He didn’t mean to. It was habit. He threw a glance over his shoulder at the screen, and the cameras you were monitoring. Nothing. Just like earlier, and last night, and yesterday morning. It was becoming clear the intelligence was wrong. This facility hadn’t lit up. But a week of surveillance was protocol. Then you’d both visit the site directly for a thorough physical investigation.
After, you’d go home. You’d have a few days off. He wouldn’t see you. When he did next, it would be in the office, as coworkers. It would be reality. You’d be his partner, someone he was supposed to be honest with. Someone he wasn’t supposed to love.
He knew this fantasy he was frantically holding onto, this week of flirtation and tension, was dangerous and unhealthy. He knew. He would give anything to be a stronger man, strong enough to leave you alone.
He would leave you alone. He’d already decided. Despite it hurting worse than any wound he’d taken, he would get over you. He’d realized somewhere in all this, he always had a little bit of hope. Hope that you loved him, that you wanted him. Hope that something would crack the glass case he’d placed around you in his mind and you’d finally be together.
But you told him. You told him that’s not what you wanted. You were explicit this time.
“I just want to forget any of this happened and go back to normal, Leon. Is that possible?”
Normal. Normal was him pining silently, praying he retired before you ever found someone else. It was comfortable and safe. It was a lie. Where none of this was tactile and you’d laugh at his jokes forever. He wanted normal too.
That’s why, he promised himself again, Leon would only allow this one week of bliss, before returning to normal.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft whimper. Your soft whimper. He felt his pants tighten and a wave of nausea rolled over him. You were probably having a nightmare, and he was getting hard?!
He turned to face the monitor, hoping it was a one off, but he wasn’t so lucky. It sounded like you were crying. Leon’s knee bounced in time with his fingers tapping the desk. Should he wake you up?
Small movements joined the gentle sobs and he looked back you, covered in the blanket, curled into a tight ball now. He didn’t mean to stand up. You were probably scared, that’s why you curled up.
He should wake you up.
A few hesitant steps took him to the side of your shared bed. Leon debated ways to wake someone up. He said your name, quietly, trying not to startle you, while lightly squeezing your shoulder.
“Leon?!” Your voice cracked out, thick with sleep, rough and uncontrolled. Before he had a chance to explain, you grabbed the hand on your shoulder, and pulled him into the bed on top of you.
desperate lonely leon, calling you while on a mission, it’s three am, you’re asleep
his voice hoarse on the other side until he hears yours, and he melts
leon who calls you even though you’re not together
leon who just needed to hear your voice anyway, to hear something soft and good in the middle of all this tragedy
you who humors him even though it hurts, physically, even though every time you entertain this emotional limbo with the worlds most unavailable man, you sob for days after, feeling wrung dry of every bit of love you’ve ever held
leon who knows the guilt will eat him alive for dragging you into this again, who does it despite this, who is too selfish in this regurgitated moment of weakness he keeps living again and again, whenever the time spent away from you gets too long
you’re both quiet on the line, everything you know but don’t, a cacophony in the silence
“please, i,” he breaks it, but then fails, in the same way he always does, getting one step away from the edge, one dive away from the water, one breath away from the kiss
you listen to the sound of his breathing, laboured, you ask him if he’s safe, and he doesn’t answer
leon who knows why you ask him, when you both already knew he wasn’t, you ask to state, to draw a line in the dirt, to clearly say the same thing he had said all along, his lifestyle did not fit you
so he called, at three am, just to hear something soft and good in the middle of all this tragedy.
xxx
ahhhhh hiiii i did something a little different! It’s a very different writing style than I normally use but it was fun!! I love desperate, pining leon so mmuuuuccchhhh, ok, ily 🖤
DSO Agent Leon S Kennedy X Umbrella Cosmetics Researcher GN AFAB Fat Reader
CW: regular resident evil monsters and death, loosely mentioned dead coworkers, guns, very lowkey obsessed Leon, very tame, just intro chapter, fat reader, warnings are chapter specific
YALL it’s heeerrreeee im so sorry it’s so much later than I originally thought, but life stuff happened this weekend. ANYWAY HERES MY NEW OBSESSSIIOONNN I have three main “Leons” I’m writing about now. I’ve split the MANY ideas I’ve had into them. This and that kind of day will be chronological series, and then I have a collection of musings, headcanons, blurbs for police academy Leon and his college girlfriend. I am going to try to work on posting more regularly, sorry yall 🖤
I HOPE YOU ENJOOOOYYYY
You dropped down, back sliding along the wall, until you were slumped on the ground. The paper plate in your hand jostled, but thankfully the plastic wrap kept the single slice of cake safely in place. Something groaned from the other side of the room and you rolled your eyes.
“I put enough bullets in you to take down two elephants, I swear to every unholy creature, if you’re still alive…” you muttered while digging in your pocket for your utility knife.
The plastic around the cake peeled off, specks of cheap, hardened frosting following. You didn’t care. You bundled up the plastic and threw it into the burning pile. Let it join the mess. Umbrella would have to build you a whole new lab now anyway. You were gonna ask for a hell of a lot after this bullshit.
Blood caked in a trail down your chin, and you spat to the side, trying to rid your mouth of the metallic taste. You flipped the blade out of the knife.
“AP
RT
30”
The middle slice. It was a thing you guess. To eat the slice that says your new age. 30. You were thirty now. It happened sometime between your lunch break 3 hours ago, and a giant sludge… thing… bursting through your floor.
You jabbed your knife through the “30” and sawed off an end. Grubby fingers picked up the piece and shoved it into your mouth. It was pure, grocery store bliss. Sickly sweet frosting between dry cake. You grinned dumbly and couldn’t hold a giggle in.
The cocking of a gun almost made you jump, but you were pretty wired by then. “What the fuck?” His voice was warm, even when grossed out. You looked up, across your large, ruined lab, to see a man, though “man” doesn’t do it justice, stepping gingerly around sludge monster... gunk.
“Thowwy!” You thought you called cheerily, but it came out weirdly monotone and emotionless. Also you had cake in your mouth.
His gun was trained on you, though he didn’t seem to consider you much of a threat. His head turned from side to side, assessing the situation and room. There was something about his eyes.
“Identify yourself, now.” He spoke with authority. He was pretty hot. As he got closer, and your foggy vision from your fight continued to clear, you could see just how chiseled he was. Thick arms and even thicker legs. Shoulders that would have suited a linebacker. You swallowed, hard.
“Uh, I’m a researcher here.” You told him your name and showed your employee ID, though you weren’t sure what authority he had to ask for them. He started rummaging around the room while you spoke.
“Hey, what are you doing?” You asked as he pocketed a container of something from a drawer. “You can’t just take things, I have to mark it off on invent-“ the man wasn’t listening. You grumbled but put the plate on the ground next to where you had been sitting, and stood up.
“Alright, I’ve had a REALLY bad day, I’ve already killed one thing tonight, and if you don’t stop touching my shit, I’m going to add you to the list.” Your arm shook a little as you raised the, empty but he didn’t know that, gun and aimed it at his pretty face.
He raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. “Well I didn’t expect the dnd nerd from band class to point a gun at my head one day.” Your mouth popped open, going slack jaw. The man’s smile grew. “Don’t remember me? That stings.” Those eyes… you glared at them trying to discern a history. Was there a flash of pain? Hurt?
“Leon.” He offered, simply.
Leon. Your heart pounded. No way. No fucking way the popular boy you loved for 3 years of high school, who didn’t even know you existed, was now at the end of your barrel.
You dropped the gun almost like it was hot. You couldn’t stop the childish flush that raced up your spine and covered your face. It had been 14 years, were you really still that immature??
“Kennedy.” You affirmed. “Sorry.” You motioned to the gun.
He shrugged, then continued rifling through your drawers.
“HEY!” You shouted and stormed up to him, grabbing his wrist off the drawer handle. You slammed the drawer shut, still gripping his wrist. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, and I don’t care that we knew each other a thousand years ago, stop touching my shit!” The gun waggled in the small space between you.
Leon’s eyes dropped from your face, to the gun, to your hand then back to your face. “That isn’t loaded. Not too scary.” He smirked at you.
You groaned and shoved the empty weapon into your waistband. “You shouldn’t have to be scared-“ you shot back while trying to push him away from your cabinets “to respect someone’s space!”
The man, er, Leon barely moved as you pushed. He was built like a mountain. “I’m just looking for ammo, bandages or components. I have a long way to go still, and it’s good to be resourceful.” He shrugged you off.
“So go look somewhere else!” You snapped back and snatched the bottle he picked up from his hands. “And leave me alone!” You felt like a preschooler on a playground letting the boy tug your pigtails.
Leon raised his hands, palms splayed, in a gesture of patronizing surrender. “Fine. Nice reunion.” He smirked. “Too bad you're working for Umbrella though.” The teasing tone slipped away. “That’s pretty disappointing.”
DISAPPOINTING??
Your jaw dropped again and you floundered in utter shock for a moment. “DISAPPOINTING? I am a highly respected scientist in a competitive and lucrative position.” You jabbed a finger in the middle of his chest. “And what are you doing here anyway? Who the fuck asked you to waltz in and steal my shit?!” Even in the heat of rage you could feel yourself losing it a little. It had been a really long day.
Leon’s eyes dropped to your lips while you accused. The same unbothered attitude dripping off of him. “Unfortunately, the government requested this particular waltz.” He gestured to the disaster that once was your lab. “Clearly with good reason, someone’s gotta clean up your mess.” Some of his flippancy dropped.
“MY mess?!” You were fully yelling at his face now. You felt only a bit bad about taking everything out on him, and it wasn’t enough to snap you out of it. “I came here today to work on my fibers, eat my silly little cake with my coworkers, probably slack off too much, then head home with my favorite take out. Instead I got a creature from someone’s nightmares, literal d-dead friends on my floor, and an empty gun in my belt because I killed someo-thing to save my own life. And the finale? The obnoxious, pretty boy who peaked in high school shows up and says I’m a disappointment. Fuck you, just absolutely fuck you” you poured every ounce of malice, pain and devsastation you felt into those words. And guilt was gone. You wanted to hurt him, wanted him to feel bad. There was so much fury and pain boiling inside you, with a perfect outlet.
You stared at him, not ready to walk away from your own outburst, but out of ammo. The holier than thou look he’d been touting before slid away as he looked from you, to the lab around you, to the slice of cake on the floor. He glanced up to notice the shreds of a birthday banner barely hanging on from the ceiling.
“It’s your birthday.” He stated simply.
A long pause. “Yeah.” You breathed out, long and slow. Leon looked back at your face, something new in his expression. You couldn’t place it. Somewhere between empathy and recognition.
“Happy birthday.” He gave you a crooked smile. You could see it now. So clearly you didn’t know how you’d missed it before. That boy. The boy he’d been, who you’d loved. He hadn’t known you existed like that.
“You recognized me?” You asked, not sure what the question was.
Leon’s brows pulled together. “We went to high school together?” He replied like it was obvious.
“Yeah, but I didn’t recognize you?” You stated, then immediately kicked yourself.
“Ouch” he smirked and chuckled.
“No, I mean, it’s been like 15 years or something, I’m just surprised you recognize me” You shook your head.
Leon’s cheeks reddened, just barely. “Ah, yeah, well, I guess I notice things. Always have.”
You hummed, still suspicious. You were probably just over analyzing. Your adrenaline must be coming down now, putting you on edge.
“There’s more, of those.” He gestured to the creature you’d killed. “Deeper in the research facility.” Fear washed through you. You had to leave.
“I need your id badge.” Leon wasn’t asking.
“You’re looking for them?” You balked, the images of your desperate scramble earlier playing behind your eyes.
“I told you, someone’s gotta clean up this mess.” You noticed he didn’t say ‘your’ this time.
“Where did they come from?” You ask, finally stepping back, and releasing Leon from where you’d backed him against a desk. You returned to your sad cake plate.
“Wha, wait, are you…?” Leon started a few sentences.
You shrugged and picked up your plate.
He cleared his throat. “They came from here. They belong to umbrella.”
You snapped to look at him, disbelieving. “What? No, we,” you shook your head “no we work with developing nanofiber materials and technologies, we don’t even have animal testing here?!”
Leon scoffed, his turn for disbelief. “You’re lying or being lied to.” He walked up to kneel in front of you. “Either way, I need your id card.”
“There’s nothing here?!” You demanded.
He sighed and cocked his head. “Don’t make me take it.”
You huffed out an exasperated breath. He clearly wasn’t going to change his mind. You pulled the lanyard off your head and petulantly dropped it in the ground.
Leon smiled at you.
Not smirked. Not laughed at. He watched you drop the lanyard, looked back at your face and grinned widely.
“The only benefit to you working at umbrella.” He said as he picked it up. “Well, that, and maybe our paths will cross again.” His grin turned sweet. You felt your stomach flip.
You groaned internally, and looked at him like he was the one who’d slashed your birthday banner. “This is by far the weirdest day I've ever had.” You shoved past him, standing up and swiftly grabbed your things. You kept throwing glances to where he now stood, watching you on a pivot.
You were about to leave, Leon watching still, but paused. “Uh.. don’t, don’t die. Ok?” You felt ridiculous.
“Yes captain.” He gave you a mock salute which you missed the end of, due to your rolling eyes.
The door to your lab shut with a finality Leon wasn’t ready for.
He had never imagined he’d walk in to find the first person he’d ever loved, bloody, eating shitty cake on the floor of an umbrella research lab.
DSO Agent Leon S Kennedy X Umbrella Cosmetics Researcher GN AFAB Fat Reader
CW FOR SERIES: (Ngl I don’t know them all yet, but generally) smut, friends to strangers to enemies to friends to lovers (shut up), bratty Leon, umbrella never shut down in this au just got sneakier and more legit, reader doesn’t know know that umbrella is bad at start, morally grey reader, moral dilemma, death, all the regular resident evil horror, monster and gore warnings, Leon’s down BAD for reader as always, lowkey Yandere Leon, pathetic men, desperate men, horny Leon, fat reader as always, no use of y/n, reader insert, afab but gender neutral, takes place when Leon is 31 between re4 and re6
Ok oops, I have 6 different Leon fics on the go now 😳 BUT ok this one will be a series as well! It was inspired by this by @menmadeofwarninglabels ITS SO GOOD UUGGHHH the ambiance of that single voicemail they wrote inspired this entire fic!! It will be a bit until we get to the scene where you’ll see the inspo, but I’m very excited for this!!
Here’s a little teaser!! I plan to post part one sometime this weekend!! 🖤
Leon S Kennedy.
The boy of your dreams. Literally. You’d spent most of high school dreaming about him. A year older than you, popular, handsome beyond any reason, but also sweet. He never treated you the way other popular kids did. You’d grown up with him, living next door, and while you didn’t stay friends into high school, he was always kind. That’s probably why you latched onto him in fantasy.
But fantasy ended when he graduated before you did, and disappeared into the world.
Fast forward 14 years or so, you were about to turn 30, with a fantastic, high paying job in cosmetic research, and Leon Kennedy hadn’t crossed your mind in at least a decade.
Then the floor of your lab exploded. A creature, a monster. A risk working for Umbrella Corp, apparently. The armed guards didn’t make it, but using their weapons, you did.
And now that the hard work was done? Look who showed up? A pretty boy with a knack for stealing your things and pissing you off, who looked awfully like your high school crush.
All you wanted was to get your lab back, and return to the mundane, comfortable little life you’d developed for yourself.
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Leon put his phone away, tucking it into his pocket. He felt awful. He knew he shouldn’t have left without you. He had read over the manifest outlining the mission. It would be three weeks holed up in a tiny motel room, conducting surveillance. He just couldn’t do that. He couldn’t spend a minute locked up with you right now, let alone 3 full weeks.
Not after everything that had happened. Not after everything you’d told him. The way you’d begged him.
He was devastatingly ashamed at the way his cock sprang to life at just the memory of the things you’d said. He knew now, it wasn’t you. It had never been you. It was some fucked up plant. You’d been taken over by some crazy chemical and he’d taken advantage of that.
He groaned quietly as his mind flashed back to the feel of your lips around the head of his cock. He needed to pay attention. He was on a job. He had work to do.
Leon lasted maybe 3 minutes before his eyes were shut again, picturing you hovering over his body, command and desire rolling off of you in waves.
Fuck
He needed to deal with this, quickly, and get back to work. It wasn’t cause he wanted to. He had to. Yeah.
Leon left the computer he had been monitoring, and made his way to the double bed that took up most of the miniscule room. He debated trying to pull up some porn, but he didn’t need to. And as bad as he felt about it, he didn't want to either. He hadn’t been able to get you off his mind for days.
Well, really since he had met you, 7 years ago, but now it was something else. For a few moments, he decided, he would indulge himself. Just this one time. Get it out of his system, then go back to being a normal fucking dude instead of this pervert he was becoming.
He tossed his phone to the nightstand and undid his jeans zipper. His dick was already hard. It had basically been hard since you’d burst into his rooms. He felt like a dumb teenager.
Leon laid back, shutting his eyes once again. Your image filled his mind instantly. The sultry way you had walked towards him, pushed him down to the bed, eager beyond reason for him. The unimaginable warmth when your perfect lips took him in. He imagined you hadn’t been interrupted. You’d kept going.
You had wanted his cock so badly, he pictured you finally sinking down into his length. The way you’d flush with his fullness. Leon knew the determined look he’d soon see, as you focused and lost yourself in the pleasure. He raised and lowered his hand with your imagined form.
He wished so badly he had gotten to see you fully, or taste you, but he dreamt about the way you tasted. He always had. Sweet, clean, perfect, sinking into spice, sweat and heat.
Leon moaned, half of your name slipping from his lips. Why couldn’t it have been real? Why couldn’t you love him too?
He shook his head, trying to focus. You’d get faster, more desperate as you worked yourself up, he thought, speeding his own pleasure in time. What would you sound like? His name on your lips.
“KENNEDY?!” No, that was too angry.
Pounding at the door.
“LEON?! Open the damn door!” You shouted.
Leon’s eyes whipped open. He could see a shadow outside the curtained window of the motel room. You paced, knocking the door again.
“W-WHAT ARE,” he coughed “What are you doing here?” Leon panicked. His cock was rock hard, precum coating it and his hand. He had been close. He scrambled to shove himself back into his pants, but they were tight, and he was… large.
“I’m here for the mission that we are BOTH assigned to.” You said angrily. “If you’re going to be childish-“
He couldn’t hear you anymore as he ducked into the tiny bathroom. Leon looked frantically around the room. He had to do something. He turned the shower on straight cold, and stripped his pants off.
Ducking his head back into the room, he inturupted your string of expletives “I was just getting out of the shower, one sec!” That seemed to work and you quieted down.
He turned back into the bathroom and stepped into the grungy shower stall. It was freezing. So cold it hurts. A painful shiver tore through his body at the sudden temperature change. It worked though, thank fuck. His dick quickly shrunk to a more manageable size.
He didn’t have time to waste, so he jumped back out and towelled off, wrapping it around his waist. Then he had some more, er, wiggle room anyway.
He unlocked the door.
Your expression of anger was only visible for a split second before you saw Leon, and froze in place. Your eyes raked over his still glistening chest, to his huge arms, veins carved across them like marble, down to the soft line of hair just visible over the towel. Your cheeks reddened when you noticed that Leon noticed your attentions.
You shoved past him into the tiny room, the place your shoulder touched his, burning like it was on fire. “What the hell, Leon?” You said, annoyance regaining control again. He shut the door softly.
“I told you. I thought you could use some more rest.” He shrugged noncommittally.
“Bullshit.” You stomped towards him and poked your finger in the middle of his chest. “You’re hiding.” You seemed to realise what you were doing and dropped your hand. “I know I made you uncomfortable, and I’m really sorry for that, but we are partners, and we need to figure out a way to get past this.”
You stood only about half a foot in front of him, he gazed down at you. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable?” He asked.
“Oh. Well. Good.” You said, anger seeming to slip a bit. “I’m sorry for what happened anyway.”
Leon nodded. “Me too. I, uh, I want to be clear, I didn’t know it wasn’t.. you.” He ran his hand across the back of his neck and struggled to look at you. “I would have never let you, o-or done anything if I had known.”
You smiled, softening completely, forgetting for a moment why you were even upset at all. “I know, Leon.” You spoke gently, your left hand rose to lightly squeeze his bicep. “I know you.”
Leon swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.
“But if you ever fucking leave me behind again, I will end you,” your voice stayed sweet. “Is that clear? Kennedy?”
He laughed and shook his damp hair. A blush covered his cheeks, and threatened to spread to his collarbone. “Yes, agent.”
You clapped your hands together and made your way to the computer. “Great, let’s get to work.” You leaned down to start assessing what had been done already, where the mission was at, and Leon just watched.
You did know him. You knew him better than anyone. Did you know he loved you? He wasn’t sure. The analyst had told him you shouldn’t remember much from your time under the plants influence, but it was hard to tell. You’d remember basic things, and he was sure you’d been filled in further. Your conversation with him had just confirmed that. But did you remember him saying that he didn’t know you felt the same? Did you feel the same?
No. It was the plant. Just that. Nothing real happened. At least you seemed to genuinely believe he didn’t mean to take advantage of that state. You didn’t think he was a bad guy. Yet.
What if you knew he had just been jerking off and about to cum to the thought of you like that. The things you’d said, done. Would you still think he wasn’t a bad guy? Leon knew. He knew what you’d think. If nothing happened in 7 years, you didn’t want anything to happen. He was just the creepy coworker in love with his partner.
He couldn’t take his eyes off you. The determined focus he’d pictured bouncing on his cock was now focused towards your work. You were-
“Oh and Leon?” You interrupted his spiral.
“Mhh uh, yeah?” He replied slowly, coming back to reality.
“Put some fucking pants on, huh?”
~
Aahhhhhh I hope you enjoooyyy my poor bb boi Leon I love him, ah he’s so thirsty and also… you know he’s got a huge cock fr fr
DSO Agent Leon Kennedy X DSO Agent GN AFAB Fat Reader
CW: noncon, dubcon, sex pollen, monsterfucking, essentially reader is intoxicated but not by drugs or alcohol, trauma, rejection, angst, breeding, multiple pen, tentacles, lots of these are not really explicitly discussed, but mentioned in non vague details, fat reader, warnings are chapter specific!
I have TWO things I’m working on now, sorry this took a bit!! Once again, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do yourself a huge favour and go read everything @julymist has written, they and their YGBO story has been the main inspo for this fic!! As well they have been so lovely to help with some questions!!
Also im very pleased with the text convo lmao
Also also, if people want the actual monsterfucking scene, lemme know, I miiiiight write it
34 hours earlier
You clicked the radio again. Static.
You were stuck in this godforsaken building, alone, with no idea how to get out, or if anyone even knew you were missing. You were SUPPOSED to have your partner, Leon S. Kennedy with you, but he'd had to stay at the office for some bureaucratic reason. You hadn’t paid much attention. You didn’t think t was that big of a deal. You’d done dozens of solo missions before.
But this time, you came across an evolved version of plant 42, previously thought to have been eradicated.
You were sent for intel on a possible bioterrorism sect that was working out of a decommissioned hospital. Seemed like a quick recon trip, but when you’d come across the swollen, malformed, corpses of the researchers, you knew something else was going on. You’d searched through files and computers and ascertained they had acquired a sample of plant 42.
From there it was hazy what their goals were. It seemed like they weren’t quite sure what to do with it. You saw at least 5 different drafted and scrapped plans for the supernatural plant. A key feature seemed to be creating bioweapons organically rather than infection. There was something about fertilization mentioned and hosts?
You did your best, searched through as many rooms as you could get into, and eventually started to work your way back towards the exit.
A thumping near the electrical rooms pulled your attention from leaving. You hadn’t heard that on the way in? What was that?
You made your way towards them and continued following the sounds. That lead you to a large water pump room. You almost turned around, assuming it was just the plumbing system, but something tugged in the back of your mind. This was your job after all, and you were nothing if not good at your job.
A quick investigation of the pump rooms revealed what had killed the researchers. The walls were coated with a slimy layer of foliage, the ground and air thick with moisture. Cracked pipes sprayed mist into the area, soaking everything. Clearly there had been a leak from the research, maybe spores or pollen? And these rooms made the perfect, dark wet breeding ground for them.
Breeding ground. You didn’t realize how apt a choice of words your subconscious had used.
Something thick wrapped around your leg, jerking back. You lost your balance, totally taken off guard. While trying to spin to catch yourself, your head crashed against a pipe, darkness overtaking you.
~
The next several days were not real. The plant, monster? Whatever it may have been, was clearly designed to breed. You spent, well you actually didn’t know how long, hours at least, being fucked in every hole. It was hazy, you were so so hot. You came more times than you knew you could.
You thought you’d die like that. In that strange, unreal state of cumming and being fucked. You’d just eventually stop existing. That’s what you guessed happened to the researchers.
When the plant unceremoniously dumped you to the floor of the pump rooms, all you could think about was him. You needed to find Leon. There was a molten void above your cunt, and you needed him to fill it. There was no consideration. No reasoning.
You mindlessly made your way back to DSO headquarters. He would be there. He had to be there. You’d be ok, you just needed Leon. You’d always needed him, even though he was your partner, but now the feelings you’d previously been able to suppress were unbearable.
You stumbled into the offices and were swiftly escorted to the infirmary. Try as hard as you could to convince them otherwise, everyone seemed certain there was something wrong with you.
The only thing wrong was Leon’s hard cock not being inside of you.
Finally managing to slip away when one nurse wasn’t paying enough attention, you booked it to his rooms. You knew the route instinctually. You felt like something drew you there anyway. Like a string tethering you to his existence.
You would die without him, nothing else were you more sure of.
~
You had been so close. Just inches away from the only thing you needed. And it had been ripped away from you.
You were going to die. The searing heat inside your lower belly would consume you if not tamped. You screamed, thrashed. Your wrists were bound to a gurney and you were locked in a small room. Often, you weren’t consciously present. You were thinking of him. Always him.
7 years of Leon, right beside you, driving you insane. His stupid beautiful face, his smell, his body, and the ungodly way he could undress you emotionally in a second. No one had ever seen you quite like Kennedy had. But you knew it was just because he was good at his job. You had been trained for it too. To analyze. To assess. That’s all it was.
So you were taunted by him, while he existed peacefully unaware, fucking and flirting his way through half the people you met throughout your partnership. Not that you hadn’t had your share of flings, but it always felt so effortless for him. To see other people, like he saw you.
But none of that mattered anymore. You knew the truth now. You needed him, and somehow, he would need you too, his body would. It would bring you together, you were so sure of it.
In the moments of consciousness you could see Leon’s pained expression from the rickety chair he had lived in for the past several days. He was never not by your side when you woke up. His hard gaze would lay on your face until he recognized your clarity, and it would break out in a strained smile. You hated that smile.
You’d ruined everything, hadn’t you? You’d broken the wall between you, the barrier, and you didn’t know why. You didn’t know why he was tormenting you from 3 feet away, when all you needed was him.
You begged him, you pleaded, you seduced, you tried everything you could to make him touch you, but he wouldn’t. He looked nauseous. Some part of your brain SCREAMED at you “HE DOESN'T WANT YOU, LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT THE WAY HE IS LOOKING AT YOU, WHY ARE YOU STILL EMBARRASSING YOURSELF??” But you couldn’t stop. You had no control over the absolutely filthy words that spilled from your lips to his ears. He sat through all of it. Stoic. Uncomfortable.
Near the end, when the fire was so hot you couldn’t feel your legs anymore, you begged him to leave. Tears streaming down both your faces, you asked him why he was doing this to you. You begged him to let you out, or at the very least, to leave you be, the pain of having him just out of reach, too strong.
He didn’t say much back. There wasn’t a point. You weren’t listening anyway.
6 days later
Sun bled through your bedroom curtains, waking you up. Not even a week had passed since you’d fallen victim to a new kind of bioweapon. The DSO didn’t have a name for it yet, but it was based on plant 42 as you’d learned. Apparently it had bred you, trying to birth more of these BOWs. You’d been heavily intoxicated with something the plant had done to you.
The warm rays of sunshine couldn’t pull the cold fear from your heart. Today was your first day back.
Leon hadn’t been there the final time you woke up, when you were you again. You inquired, but no one seemed to know where he had gone. You hadn’t talked to him all week, except a couple work texts. You couldn’t bring yourself to text him about all of…
But today you’d see him. Ice gripped your chest. He was clearly avoiding you. Of course he was. You’d made him so unimaginably uncomfortable. You’d practically assaulted him, then literally assaulted him, which was followed by several days of horrors spilling from your mouth. He probably never wanted to see you again. Neither of you had a choice. The DSO didn’t care about your silly feelings. Agent Kennedy was your partner.
That’s all he was. You could get through that. You’d managed 7 years, this was barely a blip.
Only it wasn’t.
When you arrived at the briefing, Leon was already gone. Confused, you asked around. Apparently he had left early, said something about you not being ready for return to work yet. Frustrated, and a bit hurt, feeling rejected in a whole new way, you chose to text him.
You didn’t answer. You didn’t believe him. It took everything in you not to start crying in the middle of the office. You couldn’t help but feel that everything was ruined.
DSO Agent Leon Kennedy X DSO Agent GN AFAB Fat Reader
CW: sex pollen, dub con due to sex pollen but they are both HEAVILY consenting, blowjob, oral, reader threatens Leon with a gun lol, soft dom reader, desperate Leon, lowkey yandere Leon but in a “he’s just so in love he’s lowkey obsessed” way, pathetic man, monsterfucking mentioned but not the main point of story, just how the reader is exposed to the sex pollen, fat reader because all I write is fat reader but not really important, chapters will be tagged specifically!
this is SO HEAVILY inspired by the incredible works of @julymist and their YGBO series, PLEASE do yourself a favor and read everything they have.
hehehe this is baby’s first fanfic!!! I’m so obsessed with Leon. Im playing thru all the resident evil games in chronological order on stream, and recently stated re2r (if you’re a moot and wanna know I miiiiight be open to sharing my twitch, shoot me a dm 💚) and I FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM OMG BB BOI HES PERFECT but since I’m only part way thru that one, I truly do not know that much about the fandom yet, so if there are mistakes in lore and stuff, shush no there isn’t, squint pls, ok thanks.
Leon started and jumped from his chair as you crashed into his room. Concern and confusion pulled his brows together. “Agent..?” He questioned.
You slumped against the door as it swung in. “Agent?” you scoffed. “Leon, it’s me.” You spoke drunkenly. Your words slipping into each other. His confusion bled away a bit when he realized you were intoxicated.
“I know who you are, agent.” He punctuated the word. “Why are you busting into my rooms, drunk, at 1 in the morning?” He couldn’t help the smirk that pulled his lip to the side. You were a mess. Your tank was ripped, one strap hanging impotently. His eyes caught on the dip of your flesh normally covered by fabric. He blinked. Hard.
“Ssnnot drunk.” You slurred. “Jus need you.” You stumbled towards him. His cheeks tinged pink. Leon crossed his arms over his broad chest.
“Agent, you should leave before you do something you’ll regret.” Sternness flooded his tone and replaced the humor he’d had seconds ago. Now he knew you were drunk. There was no reality that you, star of the DSO, by the book, married to the job you, needed Leon S Kennedy. No matter how badly he may have needed you in return.
He shook his head.
You pulled yourself up and stopped your approach. You mimicked his actions, shaking your head. “No, I’m, I, im not drunk Leon, I just-“ it was weird, you suddenly seemed normal to him? Mostly normal. “I’m so tired of pretending, aren’t you?” His heart pounded in his chest.
Was this it? You were finally breaking the glass that had held you two apart for so long? He would always be too good of a guy to try. You both knew that. If, and that was the biggest possible if, something happened here, it had to be you.
He took a shaky breath in, afraid to ruin the moment, to distract you from your words. You closed the distance, placing an opened palm on his chest.
“Please Leon, I need you.”
Before he could process the way his mind, and cock were short circuiting, you pushed the palm you had on his chest, moving him back and towards his bed. Leon’s cheeks darkened further.
“Hey, uh, are you sure? This is-“ the sheer surprise is all that kept him from locking in.
“Of course I’m sure,” your words dripped with seduction. Leon’s pants tightened. “Why? Are you not into me, Agent Kennedy?”
Leon felt like prey. It wasn’t a feeling he was used to, but seeing the pure desire in your eyes made him interested. He could be prey for you. He could be anything for you. He would be anything for you.
He had been in love with you from day one, but you were his coworker, his friend. He knew you trusted him, knew you relied on each other. And he would never taint the connection you had by risking that trust. Leon respected you, trusted you too. And that was more important. As hard as it was, loving someone he couldn’t have, he valued you more than he wanted you.
But finally, FINALLY, he didn’t have to risk anything. You were risking it. He wasn’t the creepy guy friend who’d crossed a line. He wasn’t the coworker who’d made you uncomfortable. He hadn’t expected that fact in itself to be such a relief. Every aspect of this was breathtaking.
The initial surprise easing, he smirked back at your challenge. “You know that’s not true.” His right hand snaked to wrap around your waist.
You pursed your lips in a wicked pout. “I do know, yeah, cause you’re a desperate slut for me, isn’t that right?”
Leon choked on air. “W-what?” He sputtered.
You took advantage of his shock and pushed him down to sit in his bed. With little hesitation, he complied, bewilderment in his expression looking up at you.
“Oh don’t act so innocent, Leon baby” he desperately hoped you didn’t see how his cock jumped at the name, “I know you’ve been watching me, wanting me, touching me.” You kicked his legs open and stepped between them. He didn’t even notice, horrified defenses already coming to his tongue.
“What? No! I’ve never touched you, i-“ he started to protest.
“Give it a rest Leon, I don’t mean inappropriately, but you always found a reason to touch me, no? Fixing a strap, helping me cross, catching me, saving me, touching me…” you trailed off with a knowing smirk. “It’s ok, I liked it, I just wished you wouldn’t stop.”
Leon’s heart hammered in his chest. He didn’t know if he was in trouble or being praised? Was he turned on or anxious? Were you mad at him?
“Agent, maybe we should take a-“ his protest was cut off by a snarl from you.
“Stop trying to reject me, Kennedy!” You shouted. Leon raised both hands to his side.
“I’m not, I’m not trying to, I would never, reject you, I just-“ he stammered trying to keep whatever strange peace would make you happy.
“Good, then,” you spoke with a shudder in your breath. “Shut up and enjoy, okay?” You didn’t give him time to question.
Leon was shoved back again, half laying down. You made surprisingly swift work of his zipper and buttons. He didn't even have time to react before feeling your soft fingers slip into his boxers and graze his already hard cock. He couldn’t help the groan as you eased him from his clothes. His eyes fluttered shut.
“What a pretty boy for me.” You whispered. Neither of you knew what noise he made at that, but you grinned widely. He looked up at you, eyes already half lidded while you slowly, lazily moved your fingers up and down his length.
Was he dreaming? This was crazy.
He didn’t manage to hold onto thoughts like that when you leaned to take his tip into your warm, wet mouth.
“F-fuck” Leon swore and bit his lip. You peered up at him between batting lashes. He threw his head back and let you take him deeper, inch by inch. If he was capable of thinking he might have been disappointed it wasn’t him eating you out first. But he wasn’t capable of thinking.
Well, not about anything other than your velvety lips around his cock. Or about your expert tongue running its way along his length as you bob your head. Or about how much he loved you.
“Fuck baby, that’s amazing.” He started, his right hand moving to gently tangle in your hair. His other gripped the sheets. “I, I didn’t know you felt the same w-ay I did, shhhii…” Leon sucked a sharp breath and arched his hips into you. His eyes rolled when he felt the back of your throat, and how you tried to swallow him further. “I-ve never seen you like th, this. S-so aggressive” he mumbled out between pants.
Leon was losing his mind. That had to be it. No way 7 minutes ago he was telling you to leave, now he’s about to cum in your mouth? Right?
The facility went into lockdown. Leon’s world shattered and reality came crashing through. The lights in his room went dim, flashing red. He could hear shouts and voices from the hall. A blaring, droning, skin crawling siren started.
As difficult as it was to pull himself from the bliss that was you, he started to sit up, reaching for his pants.
You had other plans.
The cocking of a gun ripped his eyes from the door to you. He hadn’t noticed you pull it. You raised from his cock, a vulgar string of saliva connecting you still.
Unintelligible questions fell from his lips as he tried to understand. Everything was happening so fast.
“Don’t worry about that, Leon baby, just look at me.” You purred, seemingly uninterested in whatever emergency the facility was experiencing. The gun was still in your hand, your other moved to push down your own pants. Leon’s breath caught. You managed to distract him for another moment. His cock throbbed at even the idea of sinking into you. “That’s right baby, think of how good you’ll feel” you encouraged.
A new round of sirens started and Leon shook his head. “No, stop this, we need to figure out what’s going on.” He finally spat out. Annoyance rolled off of him.
When I catch whoever interrupted this..
He leaned one elbow under himself and propped his torso up. The other hand went to your thigh, tensing for a split second, then moving to lift you off him.
You pressed the cold metal to his temple. Leon froze.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING TODAY?
“Leon, baby, I told you, you don’t need to worry about all that, it’s for me anyway.” You said in a sugary voice. “Right now, I need you to focus on me, got it?”
You spoke as you moved, shimmying fully out of your pants, no underwear to be seen. His eyes caught on the slick that coated your upper thighs.
Maybe if you were quick?
GET IT TOGETHER KENNEDY
“I don’t know why you’re doing this, but we have to-“ Leon’s words were cut off when his door burst open for the second time that night. This time it was several heavily armed men aiming their weapons at you while his cock practically dangled between your bodies.
“Agent! Step back and raise your hands above your head!” One of the men shouted.
Leon groaned and tried to stand up. “It's ok, they’re fine, we just got carried away, that’s all.” He tried to placate.
Neither you or the men had any interest in Leon at that moment. You hummed playfully like this was all some big joke. The gun waved in your hand as you gestured. “See, just like he said, we are fine.” You stepped towards the rising Leon and pushed him back down again with the tip of your gun. “Run along and let me and Leon get back to playing.” Taking your own words, you moved to lift one leg over his thick thigh where it sat on the bed.
“Agent, this is a direct order. Stand down or you’ll be arrested.” The lead agent shouted again.
Arrested? For fucking your coworker? Come to think of it, how had they known you were here?
You snarled at the man. Leon almost recoiled in surprise. He’d never seen something so animalistic from you. His gaze flashed from you to the armed men, and back again. Finally he half raised his hands in submission and looked at you expectantly. He didnt enjoy surrendering to anyone when his cock was out, let alone his coworkers, but in that moment, his bafflement over encompassed most else.
You rolled your eyes. “Fuck off.” Was all you said. You kept moving forward and reached to position Leon’s barely softened dick at your cunt. Thankfully he didn’t have to consider what to do for long. You moved, and so did the agents at the door.
You were tackled, which meant Leon was tackled. With his rock hard cock out. By his coworkers.
