older!leon is handcuffed to the headboard, thick wrists beginning to flush raw the more the harsh metal strikes against his sensitive skin. though he can barely notice the sting anyway from your distractingly tight pussy sucking him whole. up and down, you slip on and off easily like cream on a cob, roughly pacing every thrust to maximize the waves of pleasure that hit him. your fingertips dig strongly into his inner thighs, keeping them from bucking in while you fuck him just the way you like.
he’s probably got spit dripping out his mouth with the way gruff moans carelessly tumble out but you can’t entirely tell when his arms are close together over his face in an attempt to hide himself. poorly done, however, as you can see through the gap in between and catch a glimpse of furrowed brows and lids looking down, intent on watching your pretty lips stretch deliciously around and up his hard cock.
“fuck—“ his voice catches in his throat as your hole continues to torture his clit. short gurgled moans fall from his lips like dominoes every time you inch yourself deeper with every stroke. his hips—far from shy—try to respond with its own thrusts but your hands firmly plant themselves on his trembling thighs, determined on keeping him from having the slightest chance of gaining control of his dick. you engulf his member again and again and take in the view of leon growing into a loud whimpering mess, sharply gasping for air as he braces every bit of burning pleasure where the both of you connect.
“still… think you’ve got the upper hand?” you say in between unstable pants.
he curses, unable to stop another moan from slipping out, “oh.. shit.” the sight of his clothed stomach contracting with every breath he takes makes you want to wrap your palms around his waist. if only he isn’t so stubbornly trying to fuck you on his own. “y-you’re not getting away with this,” he chokes out, “i’m—i’m gonna…” you slam your cunt up far until it hits the base and his voice breaks again, “f-fuckk…”
“gonna what?” you can’t help the laugh that trembles out of you, “officer, won’t you be good and let me go?”
he sucks in air through gritted teeth as he sticks his forehead against his arm and spits, “fuck you.” and you know it’s filled with both shame and hate. “you’re fucking sick,” he chokes out.
and he’s fucking sick. leon knows he shouldn’t be enjoying this. after all, he’s always hated the idea of being a cop. ever since that terrible day that ruined it all, he had never even wanted to think about wearing the uniform again. not until today, when you just so happened to plead with your puppy dog eyes for him to put it on and try whatever the hell this thing is.
it’s a curse that big, old, intimidating man leon can’t say no to you. now he’s got himself stuck in a mess, clad in a navy blue officer polo and pants that fit a little tight on him (it’s not his). his needy dick embarrassingly sticks out the zipper hole. the metal and cloth surrounding it is soaking wet from both of your juices.
no matter how much he thinks this isn’t right, the pleasure coursing through his lower half betrays him. he’s had sick fantasies like this (blame the mass produced taboo porn right?). but surely it isn’t supposed to be this way. it’s supposed to be him who has control—fucking the shit out of the naive criminal you are. and yet it’s the complete opposite: you’re fucking the shit out of him.
and he loves it.
“fuck baby… fuck—you’re—it’s too much…” he can already feel it, “i’ll fucking cum—ngh… soon.”
what a sight it is to see your big boy all messy and helpless like this, weak to the gummy feeling of your pussy swallowing him whole. “yea… you like it,” you exhale with a shiver, your legs gently shaking from an orgasm that just went through you. “mmph, fuck, your cock feels so good,” you mumble, your core tightening around the shaft on its own.
leon can’t fucking take it anymore. his stomach has been clenching for way too long. “holy fuck, i-faster baby please, i wan-i wanna cum.”
you laugh and a hand on his knee goes to rub up his clothed thigh. he’s stopped resisting, or even trying to thrust up into you. instead, he’s spreading his hips even more open, giving you as much space as you need to freely ride his cock. there’s so much cream slipping on and off and it’s so warm… so so warm. leon can feel his dick just aching to explode.
“and what will I get if I m-make you cum,” you say breathlessly going to slow your thrusts again. you’re already on your way to cumming for the 4th time. you don’t even know if leon notices, clearly lost in his own world of pleasure.
there’s a growling sound out of leon likely out of growing impatience and frustration. he knows what you’re asking for because that’s the point of this all, having him dressed up in a police uniform and handcuffed to the bed.
you hear a hiccup from him, like you’ve got him all nervous and woozy from all the fucking. “i… fuck—i’ll let you fucking go, okay. I-I’ll let you do whatever just—baby,” he groans, feeling his cock grow numb the slower you pace yourself, “make me cum sweetie, please… please make me cum. i fucking need it.”
there’s a proud smirk on your face. a voice inside of you tries to convince yourself to have him say it again… have him beg. but god, does he already look so pathetic. you can’t help but give in so easily.
you start increasing speed once more. your legs are getting tired and so slowing down a bit helped you regain your energy. doesn’t matter to you though. soreness isn’t going to stop you from doing whatever it takes to get your man to cum.
it isn’t long before leon’s head is spinning, moaning and rambling strings of curses as you work yourself over his length that seemed to get even harder and bigger. you don’t forget yourself either, focusing on making his dick hit the best spots inside you, not only because you need it but you know leon gets off to that too. knowing his dick is making his girl feel like she’s in heaven; it drives him crazy.
“mmfuck honey, you’ll make me want to stay,” your right hand crawls up his pant and grabs onto the hem of the polo shirt. you tug a button off to gain access to the rough skin on his tummy.
“st-stay…” leon gasps, “stay here with me.”
you can feel leon’s muscles tighten further under the uniform and you begin putting more intention in every thrust down his cock. you circle and push yourself around the upper length, going as far as to use your other hand to jerk off the bottom half. your knees lift to kneel on his thighs, which you realize is a much better way to keep him still.
“want me to stay? pretend im your prisoner and when the others are gone, you’ll let me out and have me fuck you like this huh?” your cunt sloppily focuses on his tip while your hand slips up and down faster at his base. leon’s body is twitching and you’re sure you heard him cry for a second.
“mhm,” he hums, stiffly nodding his head behind his arms. “ffuck..” he’s getting at a loss for words, only managing to utter sounds every now and again with the way his whole body is reaching to cum.
“so so pretty,” you let him know. the sight of leon close to finishing gives you the extra push to keep going. you purposely push your hard lump of a clit against the slit on his head and you whine, “i’ll make you cum so good officer… cum so fucking good for me.”
leon’s back is arching off the bed. then, there’s another one of his pretty whimpers, “i-i’m so fucking close—“
“yea?” your hand moves to work on his whole length while your puffy lips grind over and on the sides of his throbbing head.
“oh ffuck p-please i’m—“ leon’s thighs start to buck up below you once more and you have to use all of your strength to keep him down. you barely succeed this time, but it doesn’t matter. thumb swiping over the sensitive spot below the head every time you stroke his wet hard dick, you jerk him off faster with movements that wrap slippery around him.
“baby i-im cummi—“ you feel his dick pulse on your palm, and before he can finish his sentence, you push him back inside you, dropping to the base so hard he chokes on his words and loses it.
“o-oh my fuck—“ you feel his hot cum spill. your legs are trembling (you cum again), and still you don’t stop. “sweetie i—mmph fuckFfuck…” leon’s moans are so loud it overpowers your own softer ones. his body twitches and so does his cock inside you. you slow down, breathing heavily.
“cum good honey?” you manage to ask.
there’s a pause and you watch as leon’s chest heaves up and down in sync with yours. “…fuck… you’re,” another pause, “… insane.”
you pry through his arm shield to hold his cheek against your palm, noticing how quickly he gives in to nuzzling into your grasp. “that was really fucking good baby,” he mumbles, voice sightly muffled as his lips press against your skin.
you smile, chest beaming with pride. “im glad,” you reply, leaning against the sticky mess on his stomach and kissing his jaw (dick still inside). “can’t wait for the next time.”
leon lets out an audible scoff, “next time… i’ll be fucking you dumb, lil criminal. now get me out of these.” the metal rattles with a shake of his cuffed wrists.
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leon is going to suffocate—smothered under your squirming pussy—but he still holds your shaking thighs tight to keep you on his face. the rest of your cum that doesn’t spill onto his tongue drips off his chin and down his neck. his throat bobs up and down as he tries to swallow every bit of what’s coming out of you. unstable grunts and groans are muffled over the sound of your slippery cunt and indecent moans. his tongue fucks you deeper, swirling around your walls and sucking your clit hard as you grind out another orgasm.
leon pulls you by your thighs and off his face, gasping up the air he desperately needs. as you, too, try to catch your breath, your hands tangle itself in his messy damp hair. “Fuck,” his gaze peering up at you looks drunk, “Again.”
synopsis | leon kennedy, a government agent ordered to rescue you, keeps you safe while waiting for the storm to die down in an old abandoned cottage.
tags l backstory, rough, intimacy, cream🥧, soft
word count: 6763
fic is mine alone, no repost~
—— enjoy! ——
The sky is dark and thunder echoes from high above. With hands over your ears, you follow the steps of the agent who was sent to rescue you. You feel your body jolt every time he shoots or knifes one of the monsters along the way. Uneasy, you take a look behind you; thankfully, there’s nothing and nobody there.
The sound of static pulls you back to face ahead of you. Leon is holding a talking device close to one side of his face. “Yea, like I have any other choice. I’ll give you an update when I find one.” There’s a pause while the person on the other end replies. No matter how hard you try to pick out the sound, the strong wind and rustle of leaves overpower the caller’s voice. “I’ve been doing this job for years. You don’t have to tell me again… Copy that. Condor one out.”
Though shivering and slightly numb, you muster up some strength to close the small distance between you and Leon. “What’s happening?”, you ask.
“Chopper can’t land because of the incoming storm. We’ve gotta find some place to stay and wait. Come on, just stay close behind for now.”
Your stomach twists when you hear this. How long do you have to endure this?! How long do you have to be afraid? You watch as Leon carefully treads the path, hands gripping around his revolver, ready for any enemy. It surely is going to rain soon, you think, as you look up at the sky which seems even darker now than earlier.
Luckily, as the both of you slowly make your way down the path, there aren’t as many monsters needed to be dealt with. Most of them were found alone so Leon was able to easily sneak up behind them and stab them in the throat. Soon enough, your sights stumbled upon an old wooden and stone cottage. For a second, you feel relief. You’ve been running away from the monsters for a long while. You’ll finally be able to get some rest—try to, at least.
Leon tells you to stand still, and so you do, arms now wrapped around yourself. You watch as he goes around the house, checking to make sure there aren’t any monsters lurking nearby. When he’s done clearing the property, he goes up to the front porch. Once again positioning his handgun, he slowly opens the door to check the inside. The moment Leon’s body vanishes in the house, fear starts to bubble up within you. But it isn’t long until the door opens wider and Leon comes out.
“It’s safe. Come in.” He says, gesturing with a nudge of his head.
You don’t wait a second before you’re making your way up the porch and into the cottage. It’s definitely much warmer in here so you loosen the tight grip you have around yourself. There’s a musty smell to it but it’s probably because of the wet wood. There’s a table, a sofa chair, a chimney, a sink, a bed… everything a human would need to live decently, except there was no more human living in it.
“Make yourself at home,” Leon says, waving over to whatever still exists in the house.
“It’s not your home,” you say.
“Well, finders keepers.”
You sigh, which seems to help warm you up even more. Leon’s making some noises again and when you turn to look, he’s busy rummaging through his things on one of the work benches.
Walking over, you peer from behind him and watch as he starts mixing some ingredients together. “What’s that?” You ask.
“Medicinal herbs,” he replies, “If you mix them they become more potent and effective.”
He stuffs the mixed vials back into storage. Then, he takes some other stuff and starts forging them together. “And that?” You can’t help but ask.
Leon huffs a sigh. You think he might be getting annoyed, but he replies, “I’m making more ammo. In case, they get in here.”
You freeze up and from his peripheral, Leon notices. “And for the journey ahead,” he adds, “Don’t worry. I won’t let them hurt you.”
Unfortunately, his words don’t reassure you. Instead your stomach turns even more, now with a growing guilt. You’re helpless, just a maiden in need of rescuing.
“Do you think, maybe, you can give a me a gun to use?”
“Just keep doing your thing, princess. I don’t want to have to worry about being accidentally shot by the one im protecting.”
You grumble a, ‘im not that stupid’, under your breath but secretly you know Leon’s right to worry about that. And, princess? Really? You’re capable of handling yourself, to some extent. Surely, if only your opponent weren’t flesh eating monsters and cultish mutation-obsessed maniacs.
Leon turns to look at you after setting the ammunition he just made down on the table, “You should go get some rest. I’ll be awake so you can rest easy.”
Your eyes lift to look at his face. You’ve never been directly in front of him like this before. It’s also the first time you ever saw him clearly. You already knew he was a handsome man, just from his build alone, but even his face is good looking. Chiseled jaw, tall nose, and with sharp piercing eyes. Silver, almost overgrown, strands of hair frame the sides, which was probably why you never certainly saw his face. You flinch, spotting the still open gashes and scratches on his face.
“You’re hurt,” you start as your hand reaches up to his face. But Leon grabs your wrist, stopping you from going any further.
“I’m fine. I’ll be healed sooner than you think.” He lets go off your arm, but your limb still hangs in the air. Leon brings his attention around the room, looking for something that you can rest on. Again, you watch as he searches through drawers and cupboards until he finds a soft piece of cloth—for sleeping or for the table, you’re not sure.
“You can lay on these,” he points to some rice bags in the corner, “and use this to keep yourself warm,” he hands you the cloth he found.
“Thanks,” you manage to say. The cloth in your hands doesn’t feel as dusty as you thought it would. It’s probably because it was kept shut in a cupboard. Might be even better to hide in a cupboard forever rather than face those monsters again, you think.
You walk over to the pile of empty rice sacks in the corner of the room. Those look dusty. You look back over at Leon but he’s back to being busy with his stuff again. As you crouch down and plop yourself onto the floor by the bags, you start to feel the exhaustion truly set in. Your feet and legs burned in soreness. Your shoulders drooped and your eyelids grew heavy. You lay on the sacks and you aren’t even able to fully cover yourself with the cloth before you fall into a deep sleep.
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The monsters are heading towards you. And that powerful man, floating, he’s coming from the opposite way. And what are those? More of them screeching with what looks like tentacles sprouting from their heads.
You run, run as you fast as your legs can take you. But they are feeling sore and your heart can’t seem to catch up. You have to run, but you can’t breathe well. As you stumble, you take one look at your arm which terrifies you even more to your wits end. Your veins are turning a deathly black. It’s the mold.
“yn!”
Quickly, your head turns. “Leon!” You cry out.
Where is he? Where’s Leon? Your head feels like it’s spinning as you try to look around the fog and the hoards of scary things coming your way. His voice calling out to you echoes in every direction. You can’t find him.
Until you do, and he appears almost entirely consumed by the same mold as the one creeping up your arm. And all of a sudden, the monsters aren’t right behind you. They’re charging straight towards Leon, running right past you with a speed so quick that wind almost knocks you over. You know that he can no longer run.
“Wait, no! Leon!” Your cry is louder, clearly ringing in your ears this time, and your eyes snap awake. Breathing fast and heavy, your hands try to reach for your face but somebody else’s beat you to it. Leon is sitting next to you with a grip on your arm with one hand while the other is muffling out the sound of your voice.
“Hey, hey, shh it’s a dream. It’s a dream.” Your eyes twitch around until it finds the surprisingly soft gaze in Leon’s own pair as he holds you and your face in his hands.
As you quiet down, Leon slowly removes his hand from over your mouth. You start to gasp and hiccup, feeling tears welling in your eyes. “Leon…” you say and you throw your arms around his neck because you thought he had died just seconds ago. “You’re here.” You try to sniffle up your tears because you don’t want them to fall and wet Leon’s shirt.
“Of course, I’m here.” Leon says, pushing past his surprise at your sudden action of skinship. His arms which hung awhile in the air in hesitation, begin to softly pat and rub your back in an attempt to console you.
You hiccup some more, burying your face into Leon’s shoulder. There’s no way his shirt isn’t getting a little damp. His big hands rubbing on your back feel nice, and you can already feel your heart rate calming down.
“Don’t you ever think about yourself?” You mumble against him.
“What are you talking about?”
“In my dream… you were going to die. You had no chance. You were dead.”
You feel his chest rise and fall beneath you. “That’s not gonna happen. It’s my job to keep you safe until I get you home. I can’t do that if I’m dead.”
You pull your teary face away from his shoulder, looking straight into his determined eyes. Your heart skips a beat, you think. “You’re going to stay alive for the sake of this mission.”
“Yes, I don’t plan on failing any of my missions.”
You chew on the inside of your lip and stare at him before saying, “Promise you won’t die. Or get fatally injured. Or injured at all.”
Leon frowns, wondering where the hell these words are coming from. “I can’t promise that. What i can promise is that I’m going to get you home, no matter at what cost.”
This time it’s you who frowns. He can’t seem to stop thinking about fulfilling his mission and keeping you safe. But what about him? How is he faring with all these wounds and having to worry about himself and you at the same time?
Leon notices your stare spacing out so he knows you’re thinking about something. Are you still not reassured? “Try to get some more rest. The rain hasn’t stopped,” he says.
It’s only now you notice the strong pitter
patter of rain outside. The wind blows as equally intense. “I can’t,” you say, because you’re scared the nightmare will happen again and you’re scared that when you wake up, the nightmare would have come true while you were sleeping.
You stare at your hand that is resting close to Leon’s chest, now only realizing how close the two of you are. It’s been a while with the both of you like this and Leon’s hand is still on your back. Does he have no intention of pulling away? Suddenly, your heart feels warm, not only because of Leon’s body heat creeping over to you but because he most definitely cares. He’s intent on keeping you safe.
“Thank you, Leon… for doing all this.” You position your head on his chest this time. Before he could open his mouth to tell you that it’s his job, you continue, “I know my father paid you to do this, but still… it must be difficult.”
You feel him breathe deep again. “You’re welcome,” he says, and you smile softly to yourself.
For a while, the both of you sit still and close. The rain continues to pour outside but you both can hear each other’s breathing. It’s so calming you can almost forget the nightmare you just had. You take a large breath in; Leon smells like dirt—the good kind. You watch, hypnotized, as your finger draws small imaginary circles on Leon’s shirt. When falling out of the trance, you shift your head up to check on how Leon is doing.
He isn’t looking at you or particularly anywhere. His expression is the same cold one he usually wears, but he appears less guarded and distressed. The cuts on his face are still open but he’s wiped off the dried blood and dirt surrounding them. He huffs out another deep sigh. You lightly frown before saying, “Are you comfortable like this?”
Leon’s gaze flicks over to you. You realize you’re so close to him you can even notice the slight twitch at the front of his brow.
He clears his throat, takes his hand off your back, and moves you off him. “Rest. I should get back to keeping watch.”
He pushes himself off the floor leaving you on the ground. Not even a few seconds of him away from you and you feel a shiver run through you. “Wait, don’t go!” You say, grabbing onto his leg because that’s the farthest you could reach. “Did you not like it?”
Facing you, he looks at your hand grasping his pant leg and then back to your concerned face. “I need to stay alert for our safety.”
Your eyes fall to the ground, but you don’t let go of him just yet. You look at his pants and catch sight of his pockets. “Can’t you just keep watch while you’re beside me. You have a gun in your pocket anyways.”
“Gun? I don’t have any with me right now. They’re all on the workbench.”
Huh? You think, and your head snaps up to look at him… then down to his pockets. That is not a… gun?
“I’ll just be by the door,” Leon says and he starts to move to step away. You’re clinging on strong, however, and you try again, “No! Just bring a gun with you here and stay here. Please, I still don’t feel safe being by myself.”
“I will only be a few feet away,” Leon states, like that isn’t obvious.
“Still…” you mumble, “you know what i mean.”
Leon sighs for the nth time and gives you a disapproving stare before saying, “You’re really a princess, aren’t you?”
You open your mouth to argue but Leon tugs his leg away (apparently you weren’t holding strong enough), grabs a rifle gun and revolver from the workbench, and tosses it on the floor beside you. In seconds, he’s back on the ground with his back leaned on the wall. “Better?” He says with those sharp eyes again.
You feel a blush heat up your cheeks. You didn’t think he’d actually give in… and without much argument. You stayed sitting upright, however. You aren’t sure if you could just resume the position the both of you were in earlier. Leon’s squinting out the window on the opposite end of the room. He sure is keeping watch.
Then a shiver runs up your body again. It must be the rain making the air so cold. You take your makeshift blanket and put it around yourself, eyeing Leon as he grabs his weapons and starts pulling some levers and fitting pieces of metal in.
With him busy, you keep on looking. At first, you were locked on the sight of his arms, a vein peeking out whenever he exerts a certain amount of force. But then your eyes wander and it lingers at the thing you saw in his pants. That isn’t a gun, you remind yourself, and you feel a little bit of warmth wave over you for a second. It’s huge… or is it because he’s wearing tight pants. Something faintly pulses inside you and you bite on your cheek, knowing what it means.
You shiver again. The cold isn’t being fought off. You press your hands together, trying to eliminate the chill in your fingers.
Leon, noticing this, says, “Are you okay?” There he goes being concerned again.
“Yea, just…” your words trail off as Leon puts down his weapons and reaches for your arm under the cloth. His fingers run up and down your arm as he inspects for any sign of mold. You blush as his fingertips tingle on your skin. His hands are quite big too, probably almost twice as big as yours.
He looks up at your face. “Do you feel sick? You’re face is red,” his hand moves to check the temperature on your face. It’s warm alright. He takes your chin and moves your head up and around.
“What are you doing?” You say, finding it a bit too hard to keep a calm composure.
“Just checking,” He says.
He won’t seem to stop pushing your face in different directions, checking on and behind your neck, so you grab to stop his arm.
Something twitches on his face in what seems like surprise. “You’re cold,” he says, and he in turn takes your hand off his arm. He encloses both your hands around his, and almost immediately it warms your fingers up.
How is he so warm? He doesn’t even have a jacket on. “Don’t want you getting hypothermia,” he says, and you feel like scoffing. Great, another way you could die.
Just as he says this, you shiver for the third time, and you wonder if he noticed. Even if he did, he doesn’t say anything and sits still holding your hands in his. A shiver for the fourth time comes by, then, all of a sudden, Leon lets go, and he puts his arm around you to pull you close to him.
“Leon!” You exclaim in surprise.
“Just stay still if you want to warm up,” he says. With one hand wrapped around you rubbing heat, he fixes your blanket, making sure it’s covering you well, over your head, shoulders, and half your face. When he’s done, you’re snuggled up under the cloth and in Leon’s arms. For the first time in a while, you’re so comfortable.
Like this, you feel even more grateful for Leon. It’s like every part of you is warm now: your heart, your face, and your body. Leon’s still soothing you when he asks, “How is this?”
“Better,” you mumble into the cloth hovering over your mouth.
Leon sighs, and you think it sounds like one of relief. This would be the perfect time to fall asleep again, but for some reason your eyes won’t stay closed. Looking off in front of you, your sight is directed towards the floor, and how conveniently (lol) at Leon’s crotch. Is it just you or did it grow even bigger?
After a while more of staring, you come to the assumption that he is… hard. No man just exists with that big of a…
Leon clears his throat, causing u to jolt a little. You shift your head to look up at him. You seem to be looking up at him a lot of the time. The blanket on your head falls out of place.
You make eye contact, but you can’t tell what Leon is thinking. The both of you hold your gaze until it’s been too long and a tension snaps you both out of it. Your eyes fall back down, and you think… maybe, if he would like…
“Leon,” you say, and your hand thats all warmed up peeks out of the cover of your blanket. It hovers lightly somewhere on Leon’s chest. “Could I, maybe, show you how thankful I am?” Your finger lands on his chest, and slowly, cautiously, you start tracing a random path down his torso. His stomach softly rises and falls.
You don’t dare to look up to see Leon’s reaction just yet. But surely he knows what you mean, right? And you know he can stop you if he doesn’t want this.
“Show me?” You hear his voice, low, almost like he’s hesitant to speak.
You get to the end of his shirt, your fingers lightly picking at his belt. The bulge in his pants is only inches away from your touch. Your heart beat is speeding up with every second that passes in which Leon hasn’t pushed you away.
Mustering up courage, you pull your face up to meet his eyes again. Leon is staring back, and you try desperately to tell him what you mean with your own. You notice Leon shift his jaw, exhaling a breath through parted lips. You bite down on your lower lip as you start to feel that pulse again. He still isn’t moving away.
It’s now or never. You push yourself up with the hand on Leon’s belt, and it doesn’t take more than a second for you to lean in and put your lips on his. Your nerves freaking out at what you just did almost makes you yourself pull away but then Leon presses his mouth willingly onto yours and kisses you back.
He’s found a hold on your lower back as the two of you are kissing, the pulse inside growing stronger when you sense Leon’s obvious desire for your lips. His breaths in between every kiss is causing an electric feeling to run across your skin. It’s exciting you more that it really should. Well, this all shouldn’t be happening in the first place, but how can you stop yourself now.
Like Leon magically heard your thoughts, he pulls himself away. You guess it’s because he’s thinking exactly about that. “This,” his chest rises and falls quick as he tries to catch his breath, “We shouldn’t be… your father is not going to like this—“
“Of course he won’t,” you quickly say, “But why would we even tell him.” You don’t want to make it out to be but you’re desperate to feel him again.
“You’re my client.” He says with a frown. Who is he trying to convince?
“No, my dad is your client,” You reply, “I’m… I’m the one you’re trying to keep safe.” You go to hold his face in your hands, meanwhile his stare is still unsure, so you say, “And I need you to make me feel safe… right now.”
You can feel his hand scratching lightly on your back. With the way he was kissing you, he must want this as much as you do.
“You feel unsafe,” he asks but it sounds like a statement.
“Very…” you almost whisper as you slowly lean back in. His hand on your back squeezes you lightly. “So kiss me”
There’s a spark in his eyes before he does, closing the gap in between both your lips. This time his kiss is stronger, as if he doesn’t wish to think about anything else anymore. He pulls you in even closer and his hands feeling you up brings a good shiver up your spine. As the both of you move to respond to one another’s lips, the blanket becomes a bother so Leon rips it away. Your skin is now only separated with the cloth of your fitted blouse.
You try to push yourself closer because he tastes exceptionally good and you want more. When you start to get up on your knees, still kissing him and playing with the hair at the back of his nape, you feel Leon hooking an arm below your thigh to lift you over and on his lap.
“Leon,” you gasp because you’re sitting on him, and you can feel his rock hard dick beneath you.
“Don’t worry,” Leon says as he starts to move his kisses to and under your jawline, “I’ll keep you safe.”
You can’t help but lean your head back so Leon can kiss you even more. Your fingers are intertwined with his silver locks just above his nape. You can’t stop either from starting to shift against him, especially when Leon’s teeth grazes your skin. He knows what he’s doing, you think as you feel yourself flush in warmth, because as aggressive as he was from the start, his touch on you is also gentle and careful.
Leon’s hand slips under the back of your blouse, inching towards the clasp of your bra. It rests on top of it and you anticipate it to come loose, but it doesn’t and you look down at Leon, though all you see is hair.
Thinking he’s wary, you tell him, “You can… take it off.”
That’s all Leon needs to hear and he unclasps your bra with a tug and flick. Cool air seeps onto the skin under your shirt and you don’t even have time to gasp before Leon’s got hold of your breast.
“Ah, Leon,” you say, because Leon’s big hand feels warm and perfect on your cool chest. He squeezes and his mouth on your neck kisses you like he has to make sure he’s got every spot.
You can’t hold back any longer and your intently moving your hips against his big boner. There’s a low growl from Leon and you feel the vibrations of the sound on your skin. He grabs you from behind your neck and puts his lips back on your mouth. When he caresses the surrounding skin around your nipple, a louder moan accidentally slips from your lips. With your mouth opening, Leon takes advantage, trying to kiss deeper and on your tongue.
Noticing that you particularly liked that, Leon continues to play with the center of your breast. You’re breaths grew more ragged the gentler he touched you. When your lips disconnect to take a moment to breathe, you can’t take any more of Leon’s shallow teasing.
Grabbing onto Leon’s wrist under your shirt, you push his hand onto your chest, your nipple sitting in between his 2 longest fingers. “More,” you breath out.
You gasp as Leon listens, touching you there more purposely. Your back straightens as you try to push your chest closer to his hand while your clothed cunt still rubs on his erection. With eyes closed, pleasure courses through your whole body and you can already feel yourself dripping wet in your pants. You want to get them off.
You open your eyes, and look at Leon. His gaze is locked on you while you breathe heavily and rock back and forth on him. Somehow, him looking at you like this made you feel even better, and even when you close your mouth, you can barely stop the moans from sounding out.
“Ha..” Leon exhales, his hand that found it’s way to your waist squeezes the side of your stomach. You only notice now how his own breathing is rough too. He’s definitely feeling good.
“Leon,” you call his name again because just saying it alone feels amazing.
“yn.” hearing your name in that breathy voice of his makes your stomach flip. You feel Leon put pressure on your waist, likely trying to bring you closer to his dick. This is enough to drive you crazy.
“Leon, I can’t,” you say, “I need…” you don’t know how to say it.
“What yn?” Leon lightly puts his face in your neck again. You feel him breathe you in.
“I… I need you inside me,” hearing yourself actually say it out loud felt insane.
Leon exhales, “Take this off?” He runs his finger in between the rim of your pants and your soft tummy skin.
“Mm,” you move to work quickly with your zipper but you can’t get the button out. Leon helps you with that and you kneel up a bit to get your pants off.
“Is it cold?” Leon says as you sit back down, his big hands running over your exposed thighs.
“No, it’s okay.” You kiss him before he could worry even more.
Leon gladly reciprocates, trying to get his tongue in your mouth again. Leon’s hand on your thigh moves it’s way to your front. He softly circles your clit over your wet panties and you moan, feeling more of your juice spill out.
You grind, this time seeking more pleasure from his hand. “More,” you whisper on his lips.
Leon scoffs as he pulls away to look at you. “Needy, princess.” Surprised, you’re about to say something in retort, but then he slips his hand down your panties and his fingers start touching your bare pussy, and you forget what you want to say.
“You’re so wet,” Leon says under his breath. At this point, you think you might actually go crazy. Your moans start to sound more like needy whimpers the more Leon lingers only outside your pussy lips. You push your cunt down onto his hand and he knows you can’t wait any longer.
Leon is immediately able to put two fingers in. You gasp as it shoots right at your g spot. “Ah fuck,” you let out as Leon starts moving his fingers in a circle inside you. Gripping onto his broad shoulders, you steady yourself as he then pulls his fingers out before pushing it up inside you again. As he finger fucks you like this, you can’t control your moans, and you’re quite out of it that you don’t realize Leon focused on your lewd expressions and subtly rubbing himself outside his pants with his free hand.
The longer he fucks you the more you feel your muscles relaxing, and soon, even clenching against his fingers didn’t make you feel as filled up as you like. Your g spot feels good with every thrust of his fingers but you know you need more.
“Leon,” you ride on his fingers and go to kiss his neck this time. “It’s not enough,” you mumble, because you might be starting to feel shy.
“I need you… inside me,” your hand feels behind you until it meets his hand which has been palming his own boner. The cloth on this part is damp from precum.
Leon, alarmed, pulls you off his neck to look at you. “I… don’t have contraception.”
“I don’t care,” you say, and it’s mostly true. How do you tell him it’s even better for you when it’s raw and pounding inside you? How do you tell him you might be fine with risking it just to know how it feels to have his hard and big dick filling you up.
“This isn’t…” Leon starts, and you know he’s trying so hard to hold back.
“Please,” you say, giving him your most persuasive pair of eyes as you start softly palming his hard on in his pants, “Please fuck me.”
“You always get what you want, don’t you.”
You shyly look away because he’s right, being a daughter of a high official, you’re used to things going your way. You’re not that surprised when Leon starts unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. You blush as you watch him do so underneath you, flushed as red and as excited.
“I’m going to fuck you then since you want it so bad,” he says and he lifts your body up with one hand, surprising you with how easily he does so, before slipping your panty to the side and positioning his raw cock right at your entrance.
You don’t have time to say anything as he helps you fit his cock inside. You can only gasp and shake when you realize the size and length of what was about to fuck you.
“Fuck,” Leon moans and you say “shit” as well because how the hell does it feel like there’s three fingers inside you. When you push down and his dick hits the end of your pussy, you exclaim and Leon has to put his hand over your mouth again.
“Quiet,” Leon shudders, “They might hear us.”
Suddenly, you remember the reality you are in. You’re not fucking Leon in a safe place. You were just running from mutated monsters hours ago. What would happen if one of them came in here while this was happening? Your heart rate speeds up at the thought, but you can’t keep it there as you get distracted every time Leon’s dick hits deep inside you again.
You continue this slow and steady pace of riding his cock. Just a bit more up and downs and you know you’ll get used to it. You breathe shakily as his thick member stimulates the nerves on your walls.
“You’re squeezing tight,” Leon exhales.
“N-no,” you stutter, “you’re just big.”
“Are you okay?” He asks in between heavy breaths, sweeping a strand of hair away from your face.
You nod, “I’m okay. It… It feels good, Leon.”
Just like you thought, it’s starting to become easier along the way, and before you know it, you were heading towards bouncing up and down his dick. As much as you try to keep your moans down, it was difficult since Leon is filling you even better than you thought he would. Every time you think he’s hit the deepest part, the next stroke goes even deeper. Though after a while, your pace starts to slow down. The position you are in is starting to bother you.
“Leon.”
“Do you need help?” he asks. Can he actually read your mind? You give him a nod and he grabs you by your waist again. “Lean on me,” he tells you. You lean forward wrapping your arms around his neck before kissing him softly.
Leon starts moving on his own, pushing his whole length into you. At first its slow, and you can keep most of your voice down. But he’s gradually speeding up, making sure to not leave any feeling of emptiness in your cunt while also directly hitting your gspot. It must be the position you two are in. The lack of rubber between your parts made Leon’s movements feel smooth and hot. Is this what heaven feels like?
“Fuck fuck fuck,” you mutter under your breath as he fucks you hard while squeezing and spreading your ass apart. It’s so good you can feel your eyes rolling back. It’s so much better than when you ride it on your own. Leon accompanies your moans with soft grunts and sharp exhales of air.
As you feel your muscles clench on his dick, you know you’re going to cum soon. Leon lifts up your shirt and puts his head under, finding your nipple and sucking on it. Caught off guard, you quickly cover your mouth with your own hand, muffling out the sound of a lewd moan.
“Fuck, Leon, I’m gonna cum,” you say in a loud whisper. Picturing in your mind how Leon’s dick pounding inside you would look like pushes you even more to the edge of an orgasm.
Hearing this Leon sucks and kisses on you harder, one hand going under to play with your other breast before going down to press below your stomach. Seconds later, you’re moaning messily into the palm of your hand when you orgasm all over Leon’s lap. As your legs quiver, you grab on tightly to Leon, the pleasure overwhelming you.
“Ha… Leon,” you say. Leon’s face appears from under your shirt, lips a little swollen and hair ruffled up. In what seems like a blink of an eye, Leon picks you up again, this time off his dick. He grabs both your arms with one hand and turns you around, before knocking you over to lay on your hands and knees.
“Hey! L-Leon!” You exclaim, as he pulls your panties down and shoves his cock back inside. “Ah!” You throw an arm over your mouth to shut yourself up.
“That’s right. Be a good girl and stay quiet.” Leon says, looming over you with every new thrust. “I’m not done.”
Just like that, pleasure shoots up through your cunt again. So good you can somehow feel it in your stomach. Your cum made fucking even easier and you can hear the slap of his skin and the clang of his belt against you. ‘Fuckk, Leon’ you drawl against your arm, saliva heavily wetting it.
Leon groans as he grabs on to the back of your neck. At this point, you’re not even sure if he remembers he’s fucking a person. But even if it’s for his own pleasure, you feel like your mind is in a haze. Dizziness passes by the harder he fucks you and you don’t even remember how many times you’ve come in the past 3 minutes. As far as you know, he hasn’t even slept. How does he still have this much energy?! In the back of your mind there’s an intrusive hought that thinks maybe you shouldn’t care anymore. Fuck those monsters. All you want is to let yourself freely express how good you feel.
“Fuck.. ah,” Leons voice is bordering on whimpering. You can feel him getting close by how hot it feels inside your pussy. “Shit.”
“Leon, nghmm… cum inside, please inside..” you’re a mumbling mess.
Leon unsure of what he heard, pulls you up from the floor by a big tug on your hair. He presses your back onto his chest and holds you as he slows his pace a bit.
“What did you say? You want me to cum inside?” Leon says right next to your ear. “Is that what you want? Is that why you were so desperate to be fucked raw? You don’t care what daddy will think, don’t you. You don’t mind if I cum inside and get you pregnant?”
Leon’s sudden and harsh attitude is so unexpected it turns you on drastically and you feel like cumming again. “I-I never…,” he squeezes your breast again as he kisses your shoulder.
Father will understand, you faintly think.
“Yes, Leon, please cum inside. Fill me up. I need it so bad.”
Leon turns you over for another time and lays your back on the floor. He interlocks his fingers with yours and pins your hand down by your head leaning in to kiss you again. You don’t think you’ll ever get sick of this.
Leon’s thrusts speed up back to his usual pace. He’s panting and groaning in between kisses. Eventually, his pleasure intensifies to a point that he cant even properly kiss you anymore. You cup his face with your free hand and look up at the sight of Leon’s flustered and pleasure filled expression.
“Gonna cum,” he says and he presses down on your stomach again. You gasp as whats left of another orgasm flows through you. You make sure to keep your eyes open to watch Leon as he finishes. When he does, his body jerks and he lets out a couple more short moans. You let out one of your own which merges into a sigh as you feel his member twitch inside yours and a warm liquid settles.
Leon slowly pulls himself out and plops down on the floor. He’s catching his breath. Meanwhile, you lay on the ground in a euphoric state, staring off at the ceiling as you feel his ejaculation drip out of you.
All you hear is soft rain from outside when static suddenly enters the air. “Hello, condor one, are you there? I repeat, condor one, do you hear me.”
Leons head flings towards the workbench. Scrambling to his feet and almost losing his balance, he tries to stuff his dick back into his pants before grabbing the talking device that was speaking.
“Yes, I’m here,” he says with a clear of his throat.
“Where have you been?! I’ve been trying to contact you for 30 minutes now!” The caller’s voice is so angry you can hear her from where you’re laying. “Please tell me you still have Blue Lily.”
“Yes, she’s here. We just… had a little trouble, but we’re fine,” the volume of the callers voice fades out, “and i’m fine, thanks for asking by the way,” he continues with a sarcastic tone.
“Okay, got it. We’ll be there as soon as possible… alright! 10 minutes… 7… Condor one out.”
A beep sounds and Leon puts the device down. “Come on, princess. I know you’re tired but aftercare has got to wait. We’ve got to get you out of here.”
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a/n: thank u for reading! im still getting better at r18 fics so leave ur comments/criticisms <33
for all the artists who drew leon tied up with a pink ribbon UGHHHHHH thank u here’s a short (re4??) x reader <3
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“what the hell is this for?” he softly grumbles as your fingers work to loop the dainty pink ribbon around and around until it forms a pretty bow over his two wrists. though sounding annoyed, you can tell he’s curious with the way his head is gently bowed as he watches you work.
you stay silent because you’re not entirely sure what to say. to make him pretty? well he already is pretty. just cause you wanna? yea, just cause.
your eyes enjoy the sight of his big (clearly overworked) hands clasped together as you tweak and pull at the ribbon to make it look extra neat. when you still don’t answer, he starts to raise up a hand, pulling the other along with it.
you place your own over his to stop his movement, and leon brings his gaze up to look at you, subtle puzzlement strewn across his face.
“you know this isn’t going to restrain me right,” he says.
“doesn’t matter,” you breathe out, pushing your knees into the couch and properly seating yourself on his lap.
“what’s the point then?” he huffs a slightly annoyed sigh, face following yours as you fall a little bit shorter now that you’ve settled yourself all comfy on him.
grabbing his face in your hands, you hold it still, though you know he isn’t even planning to look anywhere else. “you ask too many questions.” your chest shudders with an amused scoff.
his faded blue eyes both so piercing and soft stare deep into your own pair. your strong baby boy, all tied and cozied up in your palms… is what you think, and as the seconds stretch, you notice his expression growing so enamored with you that he’s practically melting in your grasp; it’s absolutely not the flimsy ribbon keeping him in place.
you surprise him by taking his bottom lip between your own pair, sucking gently and extending purposely over to the side of his warming cheek. when you pull away, his eyes have dropped to your lips. he moves to chase after it but your hand pushing lightly on his chest holds himself back.
“what does it matter when you just listen to me anyways?” you say softly with a pleased smile on your face, fingertips scratching below his ear.
“of course,” he mumbles, eyes still locked and staring. hands held by the tied ribbon find a fragile grip on the fabric of your blouse. “you know i’ll do anything if it keeps the princess happy.”
“the princess?”
the corner of his lip twitches and he leans his head back a little as your fingertips caress over his soft jaw and down his adams apple. “…my princess.” you can feel his throat swallow over the pad of your thumb. butterflies flutter awake in your stomach.
moments later, you must’ve fallen into a trance, fixated on playing with his freshly-shaved stubble. you’re blinking quick when you feel leon’s tiny pinch of a hold tug at your shirt. “princess…” you look up into his lidded eyes and you notice that he’s subtly drawing closer, “kiss me again… please.”
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a/n: bruh i can’t i need him so bad i miss him i need to write some more but this is all i can pump out rn please take this offering my loves. i will come back with longer ones <33
if yall know more “leon tied up with pink ribbon” art, pls send them to me… xoxo
tags: re2/re4 leon x reader, hands-free, making him watch, bj, slight mention of bondage, jerking off
i need my needy baby in my mouth rn :((
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leon’s wrists are tied up behind him with a piece of cloth. tied tight enough to keep him somehow restrained though you know he can break free from it if he really wants to.
you have him sitting on the edge of the bed, pants roughly pulled down halfway while his boxers are still mostly on. his curved hard cock is sticking out and standing against the garter.
after a long day, all you want is to have leon’s starved dick in your mouth, pleasing yourself for the most part ‘cause you just love the way he fits tight in your mouth. his leaking member always tastes so sweet, most especially after days of not being touched since leon’s either tired or so busy with work. when you finally get the familiar taste of his pre-cum again, your taste buds get so excited that you make more than enough saliva to coat the entire thing.
you want to busy yourself with sucking him off, all your attention directed towards his cock and nothing else. slowly bobbing your head up and down his whole shaft, swiveling your wet tongue around his girth, all while your palms are flat on the mattress beside him. you let your mouth do all the dirty work. hearing leon’s whimpers and feeling his cock buck up against your palate is already making you so wet. so turned on just thinking about how you’ve got your baby boy all needy and vulnerable with just the use of your mouth.
you glide your fingers outside your soaked panties while you continue to suck him off. knowing that you’re making him feel good is making you so horny you just might cum right there and then. when your jaw gets tired, you pull up a bit, circling your tongue around his red tip. you close any gaps, sucking him up and pulling away with a pop. leon utters out shaky moans when his dick leaves your mouth. you know his wrists are itching to slip out of the makeshift handcuffs he’s tied in. he’s likely wanting to just grab you by your hair and shove your face back down onto his dick.
he did it once before, cumming so strongly and so sudden down your throat. he got what he wanted but you didn’t let him fuck you for a week.
leon knows it’s best to keep still this time. the way his rock hard cock twitches in front of your face tells you that he’s close to cumming. his sharp gasps and screwed expression on his face tells you he’s trying to keep it in. you stare at him as you touch yourself more properly this time, rubbing your hot clit through the cloth and moaning when you feel pleasure hit you. you love it when leon watches you with those eyes, so soft and full of desire; it’s adorable.
he can’t hold eye contact for long so he tilts his head back. you’ll let out a louder moan as you watch his bare neck stretch and his adam’s apple bob when he swallows. gosh, you’d kiss all over it if you weren’t so stern on not touching him.
his dick is twitching again. you know he’s just about to reach his limit. he looks away because he knows he’ll cum if he keeps watching you.
and that’s what you want.
“Leon, baby, look at me. Watch me touch myself to you.”
leon huffs out a sound of frustration, conflicted if he should listen to you. In the end, he does, slowly pulling his head down to look back at you. you’ve slipped your hand in your panties by now, fingertips feeling so much better as its raw against your swollen clit.
“Mmphh,” you sound out between pursed lips, eyes flicking from leon’s locked jaw to his erection clearly aching to explode.
“F-fuck,” you can hear leon whisper under his breath, eyes latched onto your fingers, a sort of silhouette moving behind your panty.
you can’t help yourself. you slip two fingers in your pussy and you moan even more indecently than the one before. your knees, knelt before leon on the ground pull wide apart as you start finger fucking your soaking cunt.
“Ha.. ah…” you exhale as you press right on your puffy spot. you get so into it you almost forget leon’s watching. and when your eyes pull up to look at him again, his face has grown even more rigid.
“Do you like this?” you pant out, fingers going in and out at a quick pace and palm drenched and sticky between your slit and panties. you catch sight of leon’s teeth biting on his lower lip.
he hums a short moan and when you look him up and down, you notice his hips are subtly trying to jerk upwards.
“Wanna cum baby?” you ask, mouth ajar as you keep moaning. if you weren’t so horny fucking yourself right now, you’d probably be smirking at leon’s state.
“Mmph..” he inhales sharply, “Shit… baby, please.”
it’s the most coherent sentence he’s said in a hot minute.
“F-fuh… need to cum..” he mumbles.
leon tries his best not to pull his eyes away. and with that, you reward him, pulling the long strip of your panty to the side to expose your bare wet cunt making squelching lewd sounds as your fingers smoothly go in and out.
leon’s breathing is getting more rugged and his body jerks when he catches sight of your pussy. his face is flushed red and his hips are quite obviously humping the air already. “ah… baby.. you’re so pretty. Ha…” he murmurs in between moans.
you pull out your fingers from inside you, placing them all slick-covered back on your clit. leon’s about to cum soon and so are you. you rub your pussy as you watch leon’s stitched brows stitch deeper. his eyes are still on your hand.
you gasp up air as you feel an orgasm coming up. leon’s throbbing cock stretched loud and proud in front of you along with his pathetic whimpers and that oh so cute and handsome face is the most perfect view to cum to. “Ah~ fuck… i’m gonna cum. leon, cum with me? please baby?”
leon lets out a low and almost annoyed groan, so desperate and needing to cum. the speed of your fingers quicken as you see leon’s slight thrusting movements grow more eager as well. you don’t deny yourself the orgasm when you feel it rising in your stomach.
“Leon,” you gasp, “C-cumming.”
leon moans out another “fuck,” eyes lifting to take a look at your lewd face. “Mph… me too, baby,” he quickly whimpers.
you cum, loudly yelping and knees closing in as you continuously rub your orgasm out. leon doesn’t dare tear his stare away as he squeezes his dick and with one big thrust in the air, he cums, groans and moans stuttering out his mouth.
his cum shoots up high and in long thick strips. some of it ends up on your thighs. leon’s a trembling mess all throughout his high. you sit in your own juices, softly panting as you look at the disgustingly pretty sight in front of you.
“Jesus fuck,” leon says in his low and normal register that completely disappears when he’s needy and turned on. “I might actually kill you for this.”
you laugh, covering your snicker with the back of your hand. “Baby, I didn’t do anything. You did all that yourself.”
he frowns as he stares you down, “That shit was so fucking hard. I wanted to cum so bad.”
“And you did,” you say, pushing yourself up the floor. you move closer to him, damp fingers grazing over leon’s chest. leon feels a tingle run up his back from this foreign touch, something he has craved ever since he first saw you today.
“You came really good for me,” you say lovingly, wetting your lips and pressing them onto his. he’s so quick to kiss you back, leaning in with his tongue excitedly swiping over to ask for more. he tries to chase after your lips when you move it to kiss his cheek and jaw. your hand finds it’s way for this first time today onto his still standing cock.
“How about another round, hm?”
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a/n: … writing this shit made me so fucking horny. school is killing me i need a break. like i actually need his dick in my mouth i’m not kidding. fuckk
anw i haven’t posted in a hot sec but the people need to eat so here… (the people is ‘me’)
tags: re2 leon & reader, comfort fic, sfw, slight dissociation, reader is lowk pathetic here wth
synopsis: you were going to die… you were so sure of it, until you opened your eyes and met bright white and blue…
trapped. how long have you been trapped shivering in the shadows of broken metal? the floor you’re sitting on is cold. is it cold? you’re not even sure anymore. how many hours has it been since you cemented yourself to this spot? you can’t feel your legs, and when your blurry eyes fall upon your paling fingers, you wonder if those are really yours to begin with.
you pick at the edge of your long knitted sleeves to keep you busy—to keep you from losing the rest of your sanity. maybe if you focus hard enough, you’ll be able to block out the noises echoing in all directions. you can probably describe where it comes from if only it didn’t keep bouncing around the chambers of your skull.
your heart almost stops when you finally allow yourself another one of your bigger exhales. your breathing has turned conserved and irregular, afraid to slip out because it sounds too loud. but, of course, your lungs fight for the right to function and you frighten yourself again and again with every louder breath you take.
this isn’t real. this isn’t real.
you try to tell yourself that. but there’s a persistent beat shaking through you from the left side of your chest and a foreign burning sensation on your side that argues otherwise. it’s your terrified heart reminding you that you’re alive and the nasty tear in your thigh you had the misfortune of getting while trying to run away. you’ve almost forgotten about it—that you’re alive and bleeding.
you squeeze your eyes close as a trembling breath escapes once again. you’re not trapped. you can get out of here if you want to. how long will you stay frozen like this. wait, are you even still here?
you think you can hear something aside from the wails of monsters and delirious chanting in your head. a creak and bang in the wind. how is that possible? there’s no wind here. you manage to move your knees an inch closer to your body, wrapping your arms around yourself. your eyes stare blankly at the tiled ground now. there’s a triangle of shallow light. it looks so near yet still out of reach.
you twitch as the still color of white introduces a value of shadow. it’s faint at first—barely even there—but it grows and it gets bigger and darker until it’s consumed it whole.
…there’s something coming.
air gets stuck in your throat. the beat inside you doubles its pace, pounding through your head. footsteps? hurried. desperate. looking for something to kill. horrid screams fill your ears and your arms drop to the floor, fingertips pressed tight and almost digging into the flat ground.
no no no no, no… no, you can hear yourself muttering though you don’t think your lips even care to budge. you’re going to die. you’re going to die. if you were not dead yet, you’re going to die. this is it. all because you couldn’t move, you couldn’t THINK.
but that’s probably the way it should be. you know you can’t survive this terrible world. your heart would instead burst in fear if not eaten by a monster. you close your eyes again as you try to control the quivering of your body. it’s just right that you—
?
bright white crosses your eyelids.
you wait, bracing yourself for what’s to come. but nothing? or are you already dead?
you can still feel your eyes roll from side to side and so you slowly open them. you squint, warily searching for what’s in front of you.
bright white and… bright… blue… eyes ?
“a survivor,” the man shining the bright light says under his breath. you can see his mouth move, but you can’t hear anything. his eyes are wide and full of shock. you can’t even begin to imagine what your own pair looks like.
“a-am i dead,” your voice almost scares you when it comes out in a broken whisper.
the man lowers his light and aims it over parts of your body. he spots the wound on your thigh but concludes there isn’t anything else life-threatening. “no,” he meets your eyes again, “you’re alive. i’m leon. im a police officer. i can get you out of here.”
a police officer… it takes a moment for you to process the phrase but when you finally do, your stomach sinks, and your body unfreezes itself causing you to double over and almost fall to the ground.
leon is quick to catch you as you gasp up air you’ve been needing. your guarded system suddenly turning off awakens your body into experiencing your exhausted and weak state. “hey, it’s okay,” he says as he tries to steady you with a hold on your arm, “you’re okay.”
leon watches painfully at the terrified girl in front of him. her skin is pale and blotting in fear. her clothes are ripped and ragged, obvious that she had been running away from something. her thigh beneath her pant leg is sliced and caked with blood. dried tears glisten on her puffy cheeks.
a survivor after days of exploration in these lifeless areas. how is that possible? and a girl like you at that. how long have you been hiding in here? a thousand questions buzzed in leon’s mind, none of which had answers. he doesn’t plan to get any answers anytime soon though. all that matters right now is that he has to get you somewhere safe.
he’s not losing an innocent again. not this time.
leon picks up the gargling sound of monsters from the outside hallway. his head is pulled toward it, and he knows he’s got to act fast. with a hand still holding onto you, he puts up his flashlight and surveys the room you’re in. his eyes stop at a closet standing by the wall.
“come on, can you stand?” he says urgently. your world is sort of spinning but you hear him clearly. you stammer out an “i don’t know” but leon’s already hurrying to carefully pull you up on your feet. you let out a weak cry as painful needles shoot through your leg. you make a face of disgust as you come to terms with the embarrassingly pathetic state you’re in. still you manage to stiffly bring yourself to stand with leon’s help.
leon is frowning in concern, wondering if he should’ve just carried you off the ground. there’s not much time left to think, and since he’s unsure if you can even walk properly, he says, “don’t overthink this. i need to get you in the closet.”
he stashes his flashlight into his pocket before he loops his arms behind your back and legs and picks you up, slinging your arm around his neck. you gasp as you plummet into his strong grasp. He quickly brings you over to the closet by the wall.
with a kick of his leg, he triggers the wooden doors to open and, just as he thought, it’s big enough for a person to fit. carefully, he sets you down on the musty platform and when he pulls away, a sense of panic instantly washes over you. your hand reacts to reach for his arm, “don’t—“
he knows what you want to say. “don’t worry. i’ll be back.” there’s a determined look on his face. “just stay put, okay. i’ll deal with the monsters so we can get out of here.”
your grip on the sleeve of his blue uniform tightens and he places a gentle hand on your icy knuckles. “i promise,” his gaze, as warm and reassuring as his palm, looks straight into you and your once again petrified nerves start to calm.
you force yourself to nod. “okay,” you whisper. you expect leon to linger a little bit longer but he’s suddenly looking in another direction and before you know it, he’s stuffed your hand near to your chest and closed the doors on you.
you are once again engulfed in darkness, puffs of air running into the dead ends that surround you. your body jolts with the first bang of leon’s gun. apparently, that was the far-away sound you heard earlier.
some more gunshots and screeching from the monsters ring through the boards your enclosed in. it’s the one thing you can truly focus on. you’ve got nothing to see; you can only smell dust and feel the old and textured wood of the closet.
you try to picture what’s going on outside. with every bang, every thud, every stab of a knife. you can hear leon grunting as he fights.
what would happen if he… lost?
your body runs cold for the nth time as the chaos outside continues to drag on. what would you do if he doesn’t come back.
but he promised.
you sit there in what feels like an empty void, hugging yourself again. you recite prayers to some god you’re not even sure you still believe in. you pray that he comes back to get you… you pray that he is safe.
a couple more minutes pass before everything falls silent. you’re frozen, afraid to let out another breath.
the wait stretches and the lack of sound stabs pins into your head. your hands roll into fists and you grit your teeth. the more seconds of nothing passes, the more your eyes begin to burn with fresh tears. but just as they were about to fall, the closet doors swing open and a soft pool of light floods into your vision. your teary gaze snaps up, meeting the same blue ones that greeted you earlier. leon stands there, in his police uniform now darkly stained with what you could only think is blood, gripping on the edge of the wooden doors as his chest softly heaves up and down.
your lip quivers as you open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. instead, you feel yourself come undone. there’s a soft whimper out of you and a stray tear slips out your unblinking stare.
“it’s over,” leon is softly panting, and though he sounds confident, there’s a bit of rattle in his voice, “don’t worry. you can come out now.”
leon magically appearing in front of you when you were just beginning to think he was never going to come back is enough to break down the rest of your walls. suddenly, your lungs are asking for more air than it needs and more tears start slipping out. you bow your head in embarassment while you attempt to wipe at your cheeks with the back of your trembling hands. leon’s quietly staring as you cry, fully knowing and understanding why you would do so.
“hey…” he cautiously crouches down so he could try to meet you in the eye. he raises his hand, letting it hesitantly hang in the air for a bit, before placing it on your quaking shoulder. he breathes out, “you’re gonna be okay.”
your hands stick to cover your crinkled face as his words cause you to fall apart even harder. you wish that you would stop. this guy had just fought off monsters and now he has to deal with a breakdown. did you not cry all your tears out earlier?
“s-sorry,” you stutter into the skin of your palm and in between heavy sniffles. “so-sorry i c-can’t stop.”
leon gently uses his thumb to caress your shoulder. he softly sighs, “shh… don’t be sorry. i know.”
a few more seconds pass of you uncontrollaby crying and shaking. leon silently rubs your arm in a shy attempt to soothe you. soon, you’re sniffling calms down, though your hands stay planted on your face.
leon’s consoling action slows to a stop and he lifts his hand away from your shoulder. he stares at your fingers grayed with dust before using his own to pry between the two parts. his fingertips feel warm and tingly on your skin and so you don’t fight him when he tries to break through your makeshift shield. he picks up your left hand first, then your right, and all of a sudden you’re looking at him again with tear-stained and reddened eyes.
“don’t cover your face. your hands are dirty,” leon puts effort into giving you a warm smile. he’s holding both of your wrists in one grasp so his other hand reaches to wipe down your wet and dust-stained cheeks. the genuine tug of his lips make your own twitch into a grateful one. you nod, eyelids feeling sore and drained from crying.
“you think you can get up?” he asks you, hand still busy trying to clean up your face.
when his arm falls away, you actually try to, wanting nothing more but to get out of his hair and start looking out for yourself for once. you slip your wrists out of leon’s gentle hold, pushing one palm down against the floorboard. you can sense the police officer watching you attentively, hand still out in midair in case you need him. you think you’re able to do it until you try to carry your weight with the use of your legs, you feel your knees buckle and you almost stumble forward if leon didn’t catch your hand to balance yourself. he slides his fingers to interlock with yours for a more stable grip, and your wreck of a heart that almost stopped once more is comforted with the familiar warmth you’re starting to get attached to.
“easy,” the word slips like butter out his lips. with his support, you gain new motivation to help yourself get to your feet. your palm squeezes against his when you apply the right amount of pressure to lift yourself. your legs wobble and feel like static the further they stick into the wood, but with leon’s help, you manage to straighten your knees and stand up.
you’re almost fully upright, hunching a bit over leon as you’re standing on higher ground. your eyes which are stuck to your shoes look towards leon’s face. you notice his expression is that of worry again, obviously eyeing the state of your body. “i can walk,” the words leave your mouth before you can even think about it.
his gaze snaps up to look at you. “i don’t think…” he trails off and though you look at him expectantly, he trashes that and starts another sentence. “we can rest a bit. let’s leave after a while. i made sure there are no monsters around so we don’t have to hurry.”
“a-are you sure,” your voice, trying to sound brave betrays itself with a slight stutter at the mention of the monsters. not only did you want to get out of here but you feel like you’ve troubled leon for way too long already. it might be better if you both try to get away as soon as possible.
“trust me. you’re going to want to have the energy later. now, you want to rest in there or out here?”
you know he’s going to be right. he’s a police officer. he knows his stuff. you say an ‘okay’ under your breath before telling him, “out. the closet is so dusty.”
leon nods and he carefully helps you step down from the platform. when you look up again, leon’s way taller than you now (as he should be). with a more sane mind, you realize that he’s handsome, especially with his piercing blue eyes and chiseled jaw. you quickly look away.
“i’d bring you to a motel if I could,” leon announces as he lets go of your hand and closes the closet doors. your head whips to look at him with obvious alarm.
leon meets your look and there’s a pause before his eyes widen in realization. ”n-no.” if there was a bit more light, you’d probably see the blush forming on his face, “i meant—because… there’s no bed here…”
he cringes, realizing he made it sound even worse. “f-for you to rest on.”
you knew that he didn’t mean for it to sound wrong and so a soft snicker accidentally bubbles up your throat. your stomach churns slightly at your own unexpected reaction. how can you be amused in this situation?
leon lets out a sigh, thankful that you don’t seem offended from what he said. you wrap an arm around your twisting stomach and go to sit on the floor below you. you lean your back on the closed closet door and leon follows beside you.
you wait for the uneasiness in your stomach to die down before you allow yourself to think. you’re staring at your knees, just like earlier, though this time there’s a color of navy blue beside you. you breathe a big sigh, feeling more present in the now then earlier. sitting in silence leaves room for you to properly acknowledge once more the drying gash on your thigh. yes, it’s still there… and you’re still alive.
“let yourself rest. i’ll stay awake to keep watch,” leon’s subtly reassuring you again.
you close your eyes which sting in weariness. your head leans back on the wooden doors and it isn’t long before you feel the sleepiness dawn upon you.
leon turns his head to look at your face. it’s peaceful now. there’s still a slight crease in your brow but otherwise, you’re calm. he watches, feeling his nerves relax as well just by confirming that you’re okay. he notices the way your head is softly starting to sway as you’re probably starting to feel the weight of it.
leon doesn’t wait for your head to fall to the side. he gently places a hand over to your farthest shoulder, pushing lightly so you fall and lean onto him. your eyes flicker open for a second but instantly close again when you feel the comfort of the shoulder you’re laying on. though your mind wishes to stay awake, your tired body can no longer wait. you’re lulled into sleep by leon’s guarding presence and soft breathing.
as you rest, leon stays awake as he said he would. he prioritizes being alert but also tries to keep still to prevent stirring you from your sleep. occassionally, his eyes fall and stare blankly at the same triangle of light still laying flat on the floor, all the while thinking up a plan on how to get the both of you out of here.
there has to be a way. he’s sure of it. he’s going to get you of here.
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a/n: hey guys, fluff comfort moment?? not sure how to feel abt this one, i felt like it flowed better in my head and the writing is kinda wonky HWKHSSJ but i need more comfort leon fics so i made one. reader kinda embarassingly weak here but… hey she got traumatized okay.
hope yall still enjoy this kind of stuff and aren’t just sex obsessed maniacs 🥰 love yall
tags: angst, death (proceed with caution), leon re4/older, leon and reader are married, sfw
- leon is yours and you are leon’s -
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leon keeps a picture of you in his wallet, folded thrice. he always brings it with him on his missions. it always stays in his wallet but is occasionally pulled out on stormy cold nights when his emptied shell of a body is desperately searching for solace. he likes to gently swipe his thumb over the cracking ink of your smiling face.
he loves your smile. well, he loves everything about you. there’s not a part of his heart that doesn’t beat nor a part of his lungs that doesn’t breathe for you.
and you make him smile too. he does, on those lonely nights and, even now, as he lays stiffly on the coarse ground, dusty fingers clutching onto the dainty slip of paper. he had unfolded it once right at the top, just enough for him to see your pretty face. he had dug it out of his back pocket despite the excruciating pain from broken bones and bubbles of blood. the pain crawling all over his ins and outsides is nothing compared to knowing he can never see you again… to the thought of you at home, unknowingly sleeping.
the moon peeks from behind the dark clouds of the night sky but leon doesn’t take his eyes off you. you are his moon, and perhaps now more than ever as the miles of distance between the both of you materialize in his mind. the picture of you in his wallet always kept you close to him—wherever he went. now, it reminds him of how far you truly are.
leon gasps through the pain as his first real cry rises up his throat. his brain, aware that he is dying, has ordered parts of him to go numb. but his heart still plays a rhythm, trying to pump what’s left of the blood in his body and screaming for him to hold on for the bare reason that he cannot leave you alone…
in this cold, cruel, world. he can’t dare to leave you alone.
they say that when you’re dying, your life flashes before your eyes. leon can attest to that. all he can see in the foreground of your photo are flashes of you.
you with those bright loving eyes. you, pouring your love into a meal in the kitchen. you, laughing while sitting at the computer, leg comfortably put up, as you excitedly give him a list of the silliest boy names the internet suggested. you. you. you. all he can think about is you.
leon coughs, and he swears he feels a light sprinkle of blood touch his face. his arm holding you (the photo) is starting to feel heavy but he fights against the weight. his blood is draining. there’s not much time left.
leon continues to think. as it’s pretty much all he can do.
he thinks about how you always reminded him to come home safe—even though you know he always takes his life seriously. he promised you that, no matter what, he’d get back on his feet. he always did and everyone believed it was simply because he’s so skilled and so capable. but truthfully, you were the reason. you flashed in and out the back of his mind and, whenever he got knocked down, you would urge him to get right back up. leon made sure he listened.
but not this time. no matter how much willpower he musters, or how much your voice pleads in his mind, he can no longer move his legs, and his torso feels absolutely ripped apart. he feels helpless. and for the first time, he wants to call out for help. he wants to voice out the words asking if you can wrap your arms around him again, to caress and lull him to sleep with your fingers full of love. he never asks for it outright; you just always do it because you know he needs it. you pull him into an embrace and he doesn’t resist, only mumbling strings of complaint while he nuzzles against your palm.
his fingertips are beginning to feel non-existent and a tear slips out, wetting leon’s temple.
he remembers when he’d allow himself to cry in your arms, the crushing weight of putting on a confident mask being addressed by your loving touch. he’d bury his face in the crook of your neck in embarrassment, and you’d say nothing, simply caressing his back as his body quivers.
it surprised you one day when in the middle of one of these sessions, his voice came out muffled on your chest, “baby, i’m scared.”
you embraced him even tighter as his broken tone caused your heart to quicken, alarmed. “what are you scared of?” you asked warily. but of course, you had a certain inkling of what it could be.
leon’s arms that were looped around your waist scooped you even closer to him. “they still haven’t found a cure to all of this… it just—it just keeps getting worse,” he hiccuped, ”what if the world never goes back to normal…”
you laid a hand on his head, gently petting down. “you’re so strong, leon,” you said, and leon’s chest instantly flushed with warmth. “all of you at your work are so brave and intelligent. i doubt you won’t find a solution soon…”
leon sighed at your comforting words. you played at a lock of his darkening blonde hair, tucking it behind his ear.
“and… you know” you added, “if the world is truly ending, then so be it. i’m happy just to have you to spend the rest of my days with.”
leon pulled his face out to look at you, cheeks moist with timid tears. you wanted to giggle at his reddening cheeks and nose but he stared into your eyes with so much loving that you found yourself caught in a trance.
his hand reached to cup your cheek. he stiffly nodded, as if trying to convince himself to believe in your words. then bringing your faces close to stick your foreheads together, he mustered up the courage to softly say, “if the world’s ending, i’d want to be next to you. I’ll… I’ll always be next to you.”
a muscle in leon’s body twitches as the rest of his energy drains away. more tears have spilled out but he can barely sense it slide down his skin. he can’t feel the texture of paper anymore either, but his intent to hold on to your photo must’ve been strong enough to glue his fingers onto it.
his heart slows, and the marathon speed of the flashbacks in his mind do too. your name and your smile are the two things he can keep thinking about before his system finally fully shuts down.
his arm drops to the ground. his dull blue eyes flutter shut. he lets out a final exhale of life before his body falls still.
the last thing he had seen was the full white moon in the sky, a poor substitute of his beautiful and special rock waiting for him at home… all the way on the other side.
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a/n: smth diff for today :D i loved writing this one (i don’t just write smut okay!) i hope u enjoyed bcz im biting my palms rocking back and forth over this. anw thanks for visiting my page love yall~ <3
