1.8k words — Summary: After a misunderstanding between you, Leon, and a handsy intern you caught climbing him like a tree, you decide to take this as an opportunity to re-train him.
Warnings: SMUT, fluff towards end, Sub!re9 Leon + passionate munch!re9 Leon idgaf, dom!reader, fem!reader with afab anatomy, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, dry humping, coming in pants, old Leon down horrendous for his partner, mentions of leash and collaring, dirty talk, possible OOC Leon
Author’s note: I wrote this at 2 am then blacked out and had no memory of what I was writing. Upon rereading I’m literally clutching my pearls idk what kind of demon timing my tired self is on 😭😭😭😭 enjoy this overly freaked out fic
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Leon could come right now, just from fucking into the bed while your thighs squeezed his head mercilessly. Your sheets were sure to be ruined as his clothed cock—leaky as a faucet—rubbed against the fabric with every strained pass of his hips.
He wanted to do this every day. He wanted you every day. Shit, the more he thinks about it, the more he does feel like he’s about to come as he devours your pussy.
You took the lead tonight, pent up and particularly pissed after visiting Leon at work for lunch, only to find an intern all over him, hands clasping onto his shoulders suggestively. Despite his reassurances that she ‘surprised’ him and explanations of how he ‘tried to shut her down’ in the argument that followed later that evening, you were convinced he was losing focus. Now, you’re using this as an opportunity to re-train him.
As punishment for being “distracted,” (though eating your pussy is the last thing he considers punishment), you put Leon on his knees and ordered for him to ‘fix it,’ followed by: “You’re gonna make me come at least four times before you can even think about palming your cock.”
You promised to have him pussy whipped and aching. You’ve made good on your promise so far.
He’s made you come three times by spearing his tongue and fingers into you for the past hour, all while he’s been left high and dry. God, he wishes you’d let him finish—he’d spurt every rope of his cum into his boxers at your very command, then happily continue to drown himself in your soaking cunt. Every time his breathing gets just a bit too heavy—a telltale sign that he’s close—you pull him away from your pussy and slip your tongue into his mouth instead, only releasing the kiss when you know he’s not still at risk of blowing his load.
Leon is simultaneously in heaven and hell. Your slick pours steadily into his mouth like ambrosia, insatiably greedy with your cunt. Every taste he gets of you draws low, desperate moans from his throat that vibrate directly into you. His hands tighten their grip on your plush thighs and ass for more leverage, somehow pulling you even closer to him.
How can you think he doesn’t pay as much attention to you anymore? How could he possibly think about anyone else when he’s so completely at your mercy?
Picking up speed in time with the increase of your pornographic moans, he latches his lips around your clit and sucks harshly. Your back draws tight like a bow into an arch off the bed, hands exhaustedly gripping Leon’s graying locks of hair for stability—which only makes his cock throb and spurs him on further.
Through whines and pants, you manage to sigh out, “I’m gonna come.” You shamelessly grind up into Leon’s relentless mouth, falling apart as he continuously switches between thrusting into your pussy and licking stripes up your folds.
“‘M yours to use,” he slurs, muffled against you because he refuses to fully pull away from you. “Come alllllll over my face. Make a mess on me, sweet girl.”
Leon’s positively filthy words, paired with a particular swirl of his tongue on your clit, has you careening off the edge, blinding white pleasure pulsing throughout your veins. As you come down completely spent, you vaguely register the string of curses you let out as you tug strongly on Leon’s hair, followed by a louder, broken groan from Leon himself.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. The second you gush squirt onto his mouth and chin, Leon is coming in his boxers before he can even will himself to hold off. He continues to twitch against the bed with every rope of cum he shoots, releasing near pained whines into your pussy. He drops his forehead against your lower stomach while the shocks of both of your orgasms subside.
After the tension is fully loosened from your bodies, he lets himself rest more deeply on your stomach for a while, tilting his head slightly to press his cheek against you. Pure bliss settles into Leon’s chest—and recovering cock—as he softly kneads your sensitive thighs with his hands, the cold press of his wedding band making you shiver. Everything is peaceful for a moment, until he tenses against you in realization.
He disobeyed you. He came when you specifically told him not to—the stickiness of his boxers makes it apparent. In the calm of the room, your softening breaths, and the white noise of your bedside fan, he hopes you’re too dazed to notice anything. If you did, he was sure you wouldn’t let him come again for a week.
All is forgotten as you sink deeper into the bed, pulling Leon up to rest his head on your chest and running a gentle hand through his hair. The motion calms his worries, a contented, puppy-like sigh slipping out from his mouth. He buries his face in your tits like they’re his salvation.
Thank God his badass coworkers can’t see him now.
His coworkers. Leon’s mind flits to the new intern whose name he can’t remember that he’ll definitely be reporting to HR. He eventually breaks the comfortable silence with the topic you both were avoiding, lifting his head to see you. “I really wasn’t doing anything with that intern.”
He can see you visibly deflate under him at his millionth reassurance. “Never had eyes for anyone but you, I promise,” he grabs your left hand to press a kiss to your ring, “you’re it for me.”
You blow out a breath through your teeth, eyebrows furrowing in exhaustion rather than irritation. “I think I’ve known that all day. I just…you’ve been gone so much on these ‘missions’ you ‘can’t talk about,’ and seeing you with someone else scared me, even if I knew you weren’t interested in her,” you glance away from Leon, “I wanted something to be angry about. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You’re it for me,” he repeats, tilting his head to keep eye contact with you. He only relents when he gets a smile to crack onto your face, dropping his head back to your chest.
Though he reverts back into an empty-headed state at first, he suddenly grows more embarrassed of himself as his post-orgasm brain fog clears. Leon is a very serious, very official pushing-50 DSO agent, and you made him come in his pants like he was an inexperienced 21-year-old again, then coddled him afterwards.
The worst part, he thinks, is how much he likes it. You, in all your angelic glory, are the only one he trusts enough to act like this with—he’d let you have your way with him any time you want. He can feel himself flush at the thought of coming to your workplace and being kept under your desk. Nearly the entire top half of his body heats up as he pictures you, hard at work but slipping in composure while he fervently laps at your clit.
Much to his chagrin, you notice the pink tint dusting Leon’s ears that are illuminated by moonlight coming from the bedroom window. Confused, you’re about to sit up and question him when your naked thigh accidentally brushes across the damp spot on his crotch. Another tense moment passes before he can tell that knowing, smug look you wear every time you know you’ve worked him up is spreading across your perfect features. He feels the vibrations of laughter rumbling from your chest before he hears it. “Leon.”
Unsure of what to do, Leon moves to dive into your neck, letting out a hum in response that he hopes sounds casual as he plants kisses along the column of your throat. He’s hoping you’ll drop whatever you’re about to start, but he knows with absolute certainty that you won’t.
“Did you come just from going down on me?” you do your best to stifle another snicker, but it bubbles up from your throat anyways.
“If I say yes, will you hold that against me?” He rumbles against you, clearly sheepish.
You ponder for a moment before shrugging noncommittally, “I technically should…but you know I’m bad at holding grudges.”
“You’re an everyday saint, baby,” Leon muses as his hand finds your chin, pulling you gently into a chaste kiss. “Y’just taste so goddamn sweet,” he mumbles against your lips in between continued pecks, “Can’t blame a man for being attracted to his wife.”
“Guess not,” you grin as you loop your arms around his neck, “It’s sexy, anyway. I like you a little pathetic.”
Leon, very lamely, tries to feign nonchalance over your words with a corny quip, “Next thing I know, you’ll have me in a collar with a matching leash.”
“Don’t give me any ideas,” is all you say, sounding as serious as ever aside the teasing lilt Leon had in his voice.
“You are a perverted freak, you know that?” He lets out a breath of amusement, brushing his nose against yours. Even as he makes fun of you, heat crawls up his neck at the visuals his head is suddenly filled with. A leash would look good in your hands…
He leans in, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks lowly, “You can restrain me however you want. Pretty sure it comes with the whole marriage deal.”
“Of course, I remember that in the vows. In between the sickness and health part, right?” You quip, before realizing that you just made a stupid quip. “Oh god…I’m turning into you. I’m corny and old.”
Leon can’t help but fully laugh into your ear, giving your ass a taunting squeeze. He doesn’t miss the nearly imperceptible moan that escapes from you at the action. “This corny old man just made you squirt on his face, and he’s gearing up to do it again.”
Your legs slide up his to lock around his waist, pressing your palms against his hard chest, “right, you owe me one more orgasm, plus an extra for coming early,” a sly smile stretches across your features again. “I’ll be sweet enough to let it slide for now, but if you do it again I’ll make sure to keep you so pent up this week that you’ll come just from looking at my pussy.”
He can’t get enough of you, cock already stiffening against you once more. With his renewed ELPIS anecdote energy, he hasn’t been able to control himself. You invade his thoughts and senses to an overstimulating degree. “Well,” he begins as he grabs your ankles to delicately remove your legs from around him, before making his descent back to where you’re dripping for him. “you are the boss.”
Content warning: dacrophilia, praise, degrading, slightly sub/switch Leon, Vendetta Leon mixed with Plagas Leon, Leon lowkey going through a crisis and crying during, comfort, hurt, soft aftercare, dominant Leon, boot humping, dry humping, Leon in mascara, breast play, nipple sucking, cum eating, Leon eating reader out like a starved animal, handcuffs, hair pulling, switch reader
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Feel free to leave a comment if you want, this is my first fanfiction I've written again since 2024 but Vendetta and Las Plagas Leon have a very bad chokehold on me🫶
THROUGH THE DARKNESS
The room seems smaller than it should, stuffy, heavy with caramel and vanilla drifting from the glass in Leon’s hand. Condensation beads along the surface, cold against skin already running too warm. His grip trembles faintly, the fingerless glove darkening where it presses too firmly into the glass. A flush sits high on his cheeks, sharpening the blue of his gaze into something more worn than alert.
He loosens his hold like remembering he can take effort. His shoulders sag, his head tipping back against the chair, throat exposed as he exhales in a long drag. His legs fall open without intention, giving in to the weight of his own body. There’s no composure left in him, only fatigue settling into places he usually keeps locked down.
He talks anyway.
The words come uneven, dragged out by alcohol and exhaustion. Work. Reports. People who never stop needing something. His voice falters at the edges of unfinished thoughts.
She kneels between his thighs, listening without interruption. That silent attention makes it harder to keep his voice steady.
Her palms glide over his leg, slow, grounding through the denim. When her touch presses more firmly against the imprint of his bulge, he reacts before he can stop it, breath catching, a rough sound slipping free.
The bourbon in his hand barely registers.
“It never ends,” he mutters. “Everyone always needs something from me. It’s exhausting.”
He drinks anyway, not out of want, but to avoid sitting with the silence and the storm in his head.
The glass lowers against his thigh, a faint chill through the denim. His free hand drifts to her hair, slower now, less precise, fingers threading through it without focus. He angles his gaze downward, half-lidded.
Glassy. Distant. Not soft, just worn thin. Under the light, the fatigue shows in ways he’d usually correct. This time, he doesn’t.
She speaks softly, something about helping, about easing things for him, wanting to give him something good.
He almost laughs.
Instead, his mouth pulls into a faint, tired shape. His fingers slip from her hair to her jaw, lifting her face. The touch is steady but loose, more like confirming she’s still there than guiding her.
“Is that an offer, darling girl?” he asks, a drunken smirk tugging at his mouth as he watches her through bleary focus.
The pet name comes out automatically, as if second nature.
His touch drifts along her throat, his forefinger tracing downward, watching her swallow nervously, her throat moving against his finger. He’s slow, distracted, grounding himself through the contact.
He notices her reaction, the shiver, the flush, but his focus lags behind it, like he’s a step removed from what he’s seeing.
“Always this easy to read,” he murmurs, more born from habit than observation.
She doesn’t answer, her mouth traveling lower, her nose brushing the trail of hair leading down his stomach.
The moment shifts. He ends up registering it too late.
By then, her breath is warm through the denim as she moves closer. His body reacts on instinct, hips lifting slightly, too honest, too immediate. A quiet sound escapes him before he can stop it.
He lets his head fall back again, his grip clamping around the glass until it cracks faintly under pressure. Bourbon seeps through the fracture, cool against his fingers as it spills.
For a moment, he lets it happen. Lets sensation blur the noise in his head.
Her hands fumble at his belt, clumsy with drunken urgency. The buckle clicks too loudly in the quiet. He notices, and does nothing. Just focuses on the feel of her touch, the small frustrated sounds she makes trying to hold herself back.
When she falters, he reaches down, covering her hands with his, not to stop her, but to steady them as they shake.
Controlling the pace, the only thing he can still manage at the moment.
A tired breath leaves him, a near-laugh that never fully forms. He guides her briefly, then lets go, his arm dropping back to his lap.
When she moves again, he registers it, but not clearly. That’s when it lands. Something’s wrong.
Even with the stimulation, he can’t register much beyond a dull, throbbing ache in his dick. His body lags, unresponsive, heavy in her hands.
An embarrassment, he thinks to himself. The response is there, but it’s delayed, dulled, like everything is coming through fog.
He goes still. His jaw sets hard enough to ache. “…fuck,” he mutters, voice low, unfocused.
His hand drags over his face, slower than usual, not hiding himself, just trying to reset something that won’t reset. His skin burns, thoughts trailing behind his actions.
Alcohol. Exhaustion. The mission still lodged under his ribs.
His hand lowers again, no longer guiding her hand towards his groin, just resting there, over her, over himself, like he needs the contact to stay grounded.
“…yeah,” he mutters, barely audible.
Not agreement. Not quite frustration but more so recognition in the situation.
His thumb moves faintly over her knuckles, uneven, distracted. The urgency is gone. What replaces it isn’t calm, just weight. He blinks his eyes open slowly and finally looks at her properly. There’s a fracture in his expression now, and he doesn’t try to fix it.
“…I think my body clocked out before I did,” he says it almost passes as humor. His shoulders sank deeper into the chair, like whatever was holding him upright finally gave out.
He doesn’t pull away. But he doesn’t lean in either. He stays in that in-between space he always occupies, only now it’s visible. His grip firms briefly around her hand, then loosens again.
“…you stayed,” he says, quieter, almost disbelieving as he blinks heavily. Like he needs to hear it out loud. “Yeah,” she answers softly. “I said I would.”
He watches her, something unsteady flickering behind his gaze. He shifts under her touch again, tension building in the wrong places, frustration creeping in with it. His fingers catch in her hair without meaning to, grip tightening just enough to betray it. “Shit—” his voice breaks, slurred at the edges. “Sweetheart, I can’t…” The words stall.
“It doesn’t work like it used to.” he tells her through gritted teeth as her hand stays over his clothed bulge. That lands heavier than anything else. Heat pools low in his stomach born from shame, not desire.
When she keeps going anyway, steady, insistent, it pulls a strained sound from him. His head tips back, eyes squeezing shut as something sharp cuts through the fog. Too much he thinks as the ache makes him nearly choke.
A choked breath leaves him unevenly. Tears slip free before he can stop them, tracking through smeared mascara, darkening the edges of his already worn gaze. He doesn’t wipe them away. Doesn’t try to stop her. Just sits there, coming apart in silence, unable to get a handle on it.
“Do you ever miss who you could’ve been,” he asks, voice rough, “if this hadn’t happened?” his voice lower now, roughened at the edges as he cleared his throat, his free hand lifting to rub at his eye. The mascara smeared further with the tears, staining his gloved fingers the harder he tried to wipe them away. His chest ached with grief as he struggled to keep himself together.
She stilled immediately when she heard the first choked sob, her mouth pausing as her head lifted from between his legs with a wet pop, her gaze snapping up to him.
“Leon… are you crying?” Her voice softened as she pulled back from him, rising to meet him face to face. “Shit, Leon, hey, it’s okay-” she stumbled over her words, the alcohol dulling her thoughts. Her hand came up toward his face, gently pulling him away from his eye. She gasped at the rawness there, irritated from how harshly he’d been scrubbing at it.
His arms wrapped around her awkwardly as the sobs worsened.
“I didn’t ask to be like this… how do I make it stop?” The words came out muffled against her chest as he pressed into her, mascara streaking onto her bare skin. Her fingers moved carefully through his hair, brushing it back from his face, her heartbeat steady against his ear, grounding him just slightly.
She hummed under her breath. “You poor thing… working yourself to the bone just for them to keep taking from you,” she murmured, hearing him sniffle again. Then his blurred attention drifted.
His face turned toward her exposed chest, warmth and her steady heartbeat radiating against his skin. His gaze remained glassy, unfocused, his thoughts moving thick and slow, like wading through syrup. Before he fully registered it, his tongue traced over one of her breasts, unsteady but driven by instinct more than intent.
His pupils stayed blown wide as he took her into his mouth, his other hand sliding over the goosebumps rising along her other breast, fingers piching at her nipple. The warmth of his glove drew a soft gasp from her, her fingers tightening in his hair, tugging.
A raw, unguarded whine slipped from him in response, pulling a reaction from her as her body shifted against his. Beneath her, she could feel him stirring again, brushing faintly against the fabric between them as she remained straddled over his lap as they sat in the home office chair, pulled close together from when he’d grabbed her.
“Leon… you’re so pathetic, getting worked up over this,” she teased lightly. He answered with another uneven thrust of his hips, a soft sound leaving him as his mouth pressed more insistently against her. She pulled him back by his hair, clicking her tongue in displeasure. “No more,” she said, tone light but firm, watching the fresh sheen of tears gather in his eyes. His words came out broken, barely coherent, the pleading tangled with quiet sobs.
“Baby… please, I’ll be good…” His chest rose and fell quickly, panic flickering across his expression. “I’ll—I’ll be a good boy, just… please… anything you want, it’s yours, just let me—” He leaned forward, his hand and mouth moving again, chasing contact, his mouth feeling empty without it.
With a soft hum, she let go of his hair and shifted away from him.
“Anything?” she asked, rising to her feet off of his lap with a small grin. “You’re sure?” she asked petting his hair.
Her tone stayed gentle as she pulled him up from the chair as well, a flicker of heat returning to her expression.
“Go be a good boy and get your cuffs?” Her fingers brushed along his cheek, wiping away the damp streaks of mascara, the touch soothing. “Can you be good and do that for me?” He nodded quickly, unsteady as he moved toward the bedroom. His hands shook at his sides as he adjusted his boxers up again covering his dick, his head spinning with a dull, aching need. He pushed the door open, crossing the room in uneven steps before rifling through the bedside table, tossing things aside until he caught the faint glint of metal under the lamplight.
He grabbed them clumsily and made his way back, his entire body tense with nerves as he placed them in her hand.
“What now, baby?” he asked, lips dry as his gaze flickered downward towards her bare chest again before he forced himself to look away, shame creeping in. She squeezed his arm gently before guiding his wrists behind his back, fastening the cuffs with a quiet click. Then she led him back toward the chair.
“I’m going to sit here,” she said, easing down against the leather chair, “and you can have your fun.” Her hand tugged him closer until he stood between her thighs.
“Down.” she commanded her tone low, slightly firm.
He obeyed immediately, dropping to his knees, unsteady. His fingers twitched with the urge to touch, arms tightening behind him as the cuffs pressed into his wrists. He let out a frustrated, breathy whine, gaze flicking up to hers as tears clung to his long lashes. His body gave a faint twitch at the absence of contact as he lowered his head between her thighs. Her slipper pressed firmly against the bulge beneath the fabric as he sat with his thighs spread out, the pressure building steadily as his mouth traced the inside of her thigh. His lips skimmed the sensitive skin in slow, deliberate kisses, his nose dragging upward toward the covered space between her legs. His teeth caught at the material, tugging lightly as he tried to press closer, as though even that slight distance was still too much. Until his nose grazed the material, causing her to release a sharp, stuttered breath. Her hips grounding down against his face at the friction, as her eyes closed, head falling back against the chair as her foot dug deeper against Leon's aching length unintentionally. “Fucking hell, so good” she moaned out, gripping his hair harshly to push his face closer between the clothed folds of her pussy, her body writhing as her hips twitched against him helplessly, already off in her own world, her chest rising and falling quickly as she ground her hips faster against his face, breathless moans leaving her throat as her free hand pulled her underwear down, the chair creaking under the weight of her body moving so erratically, her body trembling violently as Leon's tongue lapped at the sopping wetness between her folds, his nose brushing her pubic bone as he ate her out like a starved animal, eyes squeezed shut as more tears fell in pleasure.
His voice muffled around her “work for 20 plus years and they, can't…” his words faltered off as he let out a groan, the vibration shooting up her spine as her hand shivered trying to comfort him, even though she could barely think. “can't handle me anymore, said I- fucking hell” his hips ground up against her heel as he tried to continue, his tongue greedily drinking down any cum that leaked from her folds, his nose coated in the substance as he continued to drive her to the edge.
“Said I'm getting too reckless with my life” he finished, his tongue swirling around the bundles of nerves as her stomach tightened and pulsed. A coiled heat breaking as heat consumed her body, her body trembling as she came all over his nose and lips with a final moan. When Leon pulled his head back his lips were drenched in her seed, dripping down his stubbled chin, his nose wet as he licked his lips, his eyes glossed over as he watched her. “Did I do good?” He asked, his tone higher as he gave her the equivalent look of puppy eyes, his muscular chest heaving, the cuffs straining against the bulk of his arms and wrists. His boxers now impossibly tighter now as he let out a whine of impatience.
Her eyes met the strained bulge before she let out a soft breath. It looked painful as she watched Leon shift restlessly bucking his hips back up against her slipper, trying to get friction again, he was desperate now as he helplessly humped the thick slipper. His dick red hot, angry, and heavy in his underwear. He growled in frustration, gritting his teeth. His precum leaking through, leaving a large slick spot against the material, he rubbed himself against her again, his cum stimulating his dick as it lubricated itself. Wet squelches echoed in the room as the pressure grew unbearable in his dick and balls. The chains from the cuffs around his wrists clanking with their own frustration. “Please let me touch you” he spoke, his voice thick with carnal need, a low growl in his tone as he yanked his arms around the cuffs. His veins became darker against his skin, spiderwebbing over his body as he fought the cuffs more, an animalistic growl coming from the back of his throat.
“Need” his voice was barely intelligible now, as he moved underneath her getting free from her foot against his groin. In seconds he was up again, towering over her, nearly out of breath, the black veins spreading toward his face now. With one final yank of anger the cuffs broke, leaving his hands free. He looked down at his arms with a smirk before his hands found her body again. One hand on her cheek as his face grew closer, his breath erratic as he watched her, a silent ask to continue despite his current state. She swallowed thickly with a nod, feeling his lips crash against hers now with unbridled fervor, his skin scorching to the touch as his tongue searched her mouth, a deep moan leaving his throat as he talked again, his words swallowed by her tongue. “Need to breed” he growled, his hand rougher against her cheek as his hips thrust against hers, his actions no longer his own, but now an innate need. Her hands fumbled quickly to try and grab him as he leaned over her, his tongue searing hot in her mouth, making her eyes roll back, her hand gripping his hip to try and steady him as he let out a series of whines and primal growls, the heat nearly burning her hand as she moved her head against the elastic of his boxers. The heat nearly dizzying as she pulled him free again. Sat heavy and angry in color between his legs was now his dick, painted in incredibly dark veins, mixed in with its coarse pubic hair.
“Leon holy shit, you're burning up” she spoke once she pulled his face a few inches away from hers. He looked beyond wrecked, his nose dragging over her cheek, and down her jaw as his warm breath made her face flushed, he nuzzled against her skin, his heartbeat pounding in his chest as he got a whiff of her scent, his tongue licking over her cheek where tears started to fall from pleasure more than fear. She'd seen him like this many times before, yet it still was slightly unnerving when it happened at random.
She guided him gently by the wrist, her grip careful against the heat radiating off his skin, steering him toward the bedroom. His steps were uneven—resisting more out of reflex than intention, as though his body was still fighting something that had never fully left him.
Once inside, she eased him down onto the bed. He sat with visible strain, shoulders tight, breath coming in uneven pulls. She stayed close beside him, quieter now, her focus soft but steady as her fingers hovered over the dark veins tracing beneath his skin, faintly visible under the smudges left by dried mascara.
His gaze flickered toward her when she came too close again. For a brief moment, there was recognition, then a sharp pulse of pain cut through him. His body tensed, a low, strained sound slipping out before he could stop it.
“Don’t apologize,” she said immediately, voice calm. “I’m here because I choose to be.” He exhaled through it, jaw tightening as the pain passed in waves.
“Let’s get you out of these,” she added, shifting her attention to his hands. “You’re overheating.”
Carefully, she worked the gloves free, easing them off with measured pressure before setting them aside. Her movements were deliberate, grounded, unhurried, trying not to add to the strain he was already under.
Next came his shirt. The fabric clung to him, damp and heavy, soaked through with sweat. She peeled it away gently, mindful of the way his body reacted to even the smallest movements, of the way tension rippled through him when discomfort spiked.
The shirt dropped to the floor beside the bed. When she looked back at him, the extent of it was clearer now, his skin slick with heat, breath shallow, veins visibly darkened beneath the surface, pulsing in irregular rhythms that didn’t match his breathing.
Each wave of pain made his body contract slightly, his abdomen tightening involuntarily as he tried to ride it out. She laid back against the bed, fingers grazing over his wrist to catch his attention and pull him closer the best she could as he laid beside her trying to control his body the best he could.
He blinked a few times slowly as if caught in a fog before he pressed against her body, his senses flooding violently the closer he got as his hand trembled, his body above hers. “Is this okay?” He asked roughly around the edges as one hand remained near her cheek in an attempt to try to be delicate, his other hand bracing against the mattress to hold himself up against it. With another nod she watched him carefully as he lowered his body down against hers, his hips grinding down against hers, a low breath leaving him at first as his fingers clutched against the sheets, jaw tight with a need to hold himself back so it was about her comfort over his. Each roll of his hips made him bite down deeper against his bottom lip, feeling the heat of her beneath him, as his thumb grazed over her skin with restrained care. Her hips moving with his as the material of their underwear rubbed together each time, leaving behind a wet heat, her hand that still remained against his cheek brushed under his eye, tears collecting against the skin.
“You're doing so good Leon” she praised him, keeping her voice low to help calm his nerves “you're not hurting me” she mumbled softly. Feeling him grinding down again as her free hand slipped his boxers down with ease, pulling her own underwear down the best she could. The chilled air around them both made her shiver, her hips moving up to meet Leon's. The skin on skin contact made them both groan as her back arched.
After a few more minutes of consoling Leon, he slowly slipped himself between her coated folds, his thrusts starting off as timid, feeling her shake below him as the pleasure rolled through her, pressure against her cervix as Leon tried to speak. His words slurred with heat, alcohol, and the plague running through his body still.
“Accept my gift, please, make you my queen” she opened her eyes to look up at him as he rambled weakly, she giggled softly, her pussy squeezing around his dick in response, making him groan, his hand moving from her face, down towards the bulge under his skin. Something primal in his stirred as he watched himself thrust deeper into her, hand pressing over the bulge making her stomach tighten, squeezing him tighter as his hips continued to slam into her.
“Look so beautiful” he murmured to her “imagine a family, caring for babies, settling down?” His breathing was erratic again, as the veins pulsed violently under his skin again, making him clench in her. His head felt so loud with thoughts. As the plagas gnawed under his skin.
‘Breed, need to breed. Carry the bloodline, spread the gift. Give her your gift’ the thoughts suffocating in his head, breaking his focus when he looked down to see her moaning again. Cum between her thighs, plugged in from Leon’s length. With a horrified gasp he apologized.
“Baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t… shit, I thought I had it under control. Fuck, I just, let me make it up to you somehow. I didn’t mean for that. I’m sorry…”
His voice cracked as he pulled back abruptly, like distance was the only way to regain control of himself. His breath came uneven, sharp at the edges, hands hovering uselessly before curling into himself.
“God… was I too rough? Did I mess something up-”
The words came faster now, spiraling. Not just guilt, assessment. Like he was running a post-mission debrief in real time, trying to locate where he failed.
His eyes shone with frustration and shame, the kind that spread.
She reached for his face gently, firm but grounding. “Leon,” she said softly. “Look at me.”
It took a second, but his focus dragged back to her slowly.
She didn’t rush him to speak or do much of anything.
“I enjoyed it,” she said, steady and deliberate. “You didn’t mess anything up. Please don’t do that to yourself.”
Those words landed somewhere deeper in the moment.
She saw it in the way his jaw tightened, like his mind was trying to classify what just happened into something manageable and failing to find a category for “safe.”
He exhaled shakily, but didn’t fully settle.
She shifted closer, careful with him now, as if approaching something still overstimulated. Her hand stayed on his cheek, anchoring him there.
“This isn’t a mission report,” she added quietly, reading him more than he was speaking. “You don’t need to figure out what went wrong, because nothing went wrong.”
His throat worked like he wanted to respond, but nothing came cleanly.
Old conditioning showed through in fragments, responsibility first, blame second, self last. The habit of assuming if something felt off, it meant failure. That if someone else was affected, it was on him to correct it.
She softened further, recognizing it.
“You’re safe,” she said. “And you don’t have to account for anything right now. No briefing, no damage control, no fixing, no fighting for your life.”
A pause.
“You’re not on duty.”
That finally got a slight shift in him, small, but grounding. The rigid edge in his shoulders loosened by a fraction, like his body was starting to remember it didn’t need to stay braced.
Her arm slipped around his waist, steadying him, guiding him back down into closeness without pressure. His head came to rest near her heartbeat again, slower this time, less frantic.
Her fingers moved through his hair, grounding and repetitive.
“You’re here,” she murmured. “Not in the field. Not in a crisis. Just here with me.”
A beat passed before she spoke again.
“And I’ve got you, you're safe in my arms.”
His breathing evened out gradually, not fully calm, but no longer spiraling. Just present in the moment now.
The neon hum of the gas station sign, pulsing against the shadowed rainy night in raccoon city.
its harsh light illuminating the greasy sheen of the asphalt concrete.
The air hung heavy with the scent of gasoline.
Hearing a light screech of tires hitting the cemented ground.
A green jeep coming into frame of sight behind the resister.
Leon Kennedy..
A fairly young attractive (attractive af) rookie police officer with auburn brown hair, accompanied with icy blue eyes, unmoving in his navy green jeep.
His body still.
Eye’s focused with burning intensity.
His senses still as rain drummed on the metal roof of the gas station.
Taking in all the scenes.
A police cars flickering lights catch his attention.
Its metal structure practically slammed into a fuel pump.
As ruffled sounds came deeper within the small shop.
Only a hour ago, things were normal.
Well for you at least.
Now look at it.
Some rabid person nearly bit you.
You fought back, a bit too hard.
You slammed them in the head, slashing them with your box cutter.
Blood pooled at Y/C shoes.
Their body stilled.
You panicked calling the police. They were no help.
As always.
But instead here you were.
Shaking like a leaf as the presumed dead man you attacked.
Is now mauling an officer.
You’re were snapped out of your deluded thoughts from a light squeak of a door opening.
Heat escaping the confined space.
Leon’s silhouette stark against the flickering neon light.
His hand close to his holstered gun.
Gentle boots squelching underneath the cold tiling.
His lips were pressed into a line of worry.
Leon scanned the shelves, for any life other than his own.
“Hello, anyone?!” Leon said stepping deeper.
You panicked, turning your body without a thought to only knock a can.
Leon to turned on his heel to the sound of metal rattling. his eyes locking with your’s.
“God you we’re cute~”
Leon's heart clenched at the sight.
You were trembling.
You poor thing.
My poor baby.
All he wanted to do was snatch you away.
Away from this mess.
He thought loosening his grip on his holster.
“Hello” he said, his voice a low rumble that held an undercurrent of possessiveness.
You didn’t speak back, Not even a squeak.
Instead being more occupied by the sounds of rain and squelching.
His heart beating a frantic drum against his ribs, matching your fear with focus.
Without just a thought he moved, stepping on something firm. his face contorting into confusion.
He looked down.
Seeing only a rusted old flashlight.
Without a second thought he picked it up.
Effortlessly knocking it.
A beam of light flickering out on the Impact.
Leon quickly tred towards the sounds source.
Ignoring the splatters of blood and guts that littered the cold tiles.
Ignoring the bitter feeling to turn back.
To just take your wrist and run.
Shoving those feelings down, leon steps further into the dark abyss.
Listening to sounds of flesh being pulled, getting louder.
That’s when he saw it.
It was a person.
No.
A Monster.
His body heaved and coiled, seeing the ghastly creature before him. It flesh decaying and sagging off of its body.
Watching it dig its teeth deep into the plush flesh of a fellow officer.
The stench of decay clung deep in the air like a suffocating blanket.
Quickly he drew his gun. Pulling it out of the holster.
Aiming at the zombies cranium.
Slience
Nothing but silence.
The tearing stopped, replaced with a screech.
The zombie darted towards leon.
BANG
he shot a round between the things eyes.
It plummeted to the ground with a harsh thud.
Leon’s innocent jewel blue eye’s seemed harden into a deeper blue, he just killed someone..
Person or not
He had harmed
And he didn’t feel bad, he felt nothing..
No remorse just.. nothing
He even considered that he felt more alive.
A guttural growl erupted from Leon's throat.
Trying to calm whatever fucked up thought he just had.
The metallic tang of blood clinging onto his shoes. Some of ruby still smeared on his face.
He cautiously stepped away from the corpse weaving his way through some of the shelves of the store, finally reaching the register.
“It’s me, Leon S Kennedy, It’s safe now.”
He said gently holstering his gun.
You looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes, but you didn't move.
Your still in shock, unable to process what had just happened.
What you had just heard.
The pang of the gun left you in a dream like state, unmoving, unfeeling.
Only the insufferable thought of running.
He knew you were terrified.
But he’s here now, here to protect you, here to be your’s, only yours.
You’re his right??!
You have to be, Right, YOU MUST BE!!
You can’t just leave him like this, like a pathetic mutt, you did this to him, you’re made for him.
Leon can’t leave you here to recover, he would rather die.
Despite your initial resistance of Leon grabbing your wrist.
“I won't let anything happen to you.” Leon said with a puppy dog like smile as you kept resisting his hold on you.
You tried to protest further, to fight back, shaking your head pleading with Leon to leave you here.
But Leon was a lot stronger than his figure showed, He soundly overpowered you, roughly pulling you along as he made his escape through the front door of the gas station.
His boot’s tapping on the tile’s with your’s, stringing you behind him.
But his euphoric thought’s are short-lived, halting at a stop, soon realising that there were walking human husk’s all around his navy jeep.
He mentally cursed at himself for being so damn rude, and not thinking ahead.
Turning to your frightened face, so immersed in the feeling of pure dread.
“God you are pretty in this lighting~,“
The way the flashing ray’s of light hugged your body..
“Especially your swelling face full of dried tear’s~”
I’m gonna breed that pussy so good~
He had to contain himself from pounding you like a piston right here by just looking at you.
Feeling his pants tighten around his slutty waist from his deluded thoughts.
his lustful stare only being snatched away from the groaning sounds of mockery erupting out of human husk.
His jewel blue eyes hardening.
Swiping his gun out of its holster aiming between it’s foggy eyes.
The sound of gunfire echoed from within the area, metallic ruby splattered on the wet concrete.
Instincts Leon shielded you from the scene.
“We need to get out of here… fast” he said in a strained tone, turning to you, grabbing your wrist slightly, tugging you along.
You could have sworn you felt something warm and firm drag on your thigh.
Maybe even a small groan.
Ignoring this incident, begrudgingly ran with him.
Leon sprinted towards his navy jeep shielding you from any lingering threats.
Pushing you gently into the passenger’s side, soon accompanying you on the driver’s side.
Leon shoved his keys into the keyhole. The engine roaring as he did.
Tires screeched on the wet concrete, as the car reversed out of gas station…
Your dazed eyes, looking out on the Crimson stained ground the lifeless bodies seeping into the asphalt. 
You had a weird sensation.. of… grief?
Maybe
You don’t really know
You shrug off the feeling turning your head over to Leon.. wait
Is he hard?!?
Seriously?!!!
You thought looking at his tented police cargos.
Thankfully Leon was concentrating on the dark road ahead instead of you..
Now that’s a change.
Still, you stared for a moment, then shaking your head.
God why me…
You thought, as your body begged you to face palm.
The universe had a funny way of saying would you rather survive this shit show, but with a horny rookie cop or? Die and become infected…
THANKS UNIVERSE!!
You thought in bitchy mindset..
It’s obvious the story has only began..
Well for Leon it has..
But..
For
You
have fun..

An: LOL I JUST FOUND OUT WHAT A AUTHOR NOTE ISSAJSJZISJISSJ
ALSO SHOUKD I PLAY RESIDENT EVIL 2 REMAKE?!?? (I’m a pussy to gore)
I heard sub Leon and I 🏃🏻♀️ can I please please please get somethin with leon being a needy, whimpering mess if possible- I'm talkin gripping on your shirt while riding f! reader's thigh ugh 😵💫 and for him to be called 'puppy' and 'good boy' as he's riding? I am an absolute mess for that </3
PLEEEEEASE!!! funny you wanted him to be called puppy in this bcus I started barking when I read this ask
18+ minors dni!
cause like
you’re kissing over his jaw, listening to his pretty moans and whines as he ruts his hips down into you, cock rigid behind the fabric of his sweatpants and digging roughly into you with every thrust. he’s been so fucking needy all day, wrapping his arms around you in the supermarket while you were just trying to do the food shop, rubbing his hand up and down your thigh in the car, pressing wet kisses to your neck as you did the washing up and then when you sat down on the sofa to relax and watch a bit of tv it’s like he just appeared, suddenly hovering over you hard and desperate to touch
so that’s where you are now, soaking your underwear as leon humps you and whimpers into your skin. he looks like such a mess as well, delicate flush high on his cheekbones and lips parted, hair falling over his face and hips bucking down-it makes you smile, comb your fingers through his hair to get him to look at you. his eyes are wide, glassy and focused on you as if there’s nothing else and as though you hold every answer he’s ever needed, and it floors you for a second, makes you brush a thumb over his lip and hum in contentment and he immediately leans into you, opens his mouth wider assuming, asking you to push your thumb between his lips. it’s not like you’d ever be able to resist him, and you can feel yourself throb when he moans, pushes his head forward and sucks the digit into his mouth. his eyes stay trained on you the entire time, tongue massaging the pad of your thumb and cheeks hollowing out as he grinds down even harder into you
and that’s when it happens
that’s when you look at him, precum staining his sweatpants, humping you and sucking your thumb as he moans and you can’t help but tell him you look just like a puppy Leon, like a good little puppy doing whatever I want yeah?
and his eyes fall shut, his mouth drops open and your thumb slips out as he groans long and loud, hips moving erratically and unevenly. his forehead drops into your neck as he slots one leg between yours, messily straddling one of your thighs and you grin at it, knowing you’ve just hit the jackpot
pretty puppy being so obedient aren’t you, such a good boy humping my thigh-makes me so wet just watching you baby-
and his head snaps back up, eyes round and so so hopeful as he looks at you, begging you to say it again, to tell him that he makes you feel good cause that’s all he wants, he’s desperate to cum but more than anything he wants to please you. he just wants to be a good little puppy.
i eat breathe and live sub leon. i LOOOVE!!!! how needy and desperate you write him!!!!! i want to chew him like gum and stick him to a wall or something he's so bullyable aaaaaaaaa
thank you so much!! i’m so happy you enjoy my writing, sometimes i worry that i write leon TOO subby that it becomes so wildly ooc that it’s unenjoyable 😭 and yes he is bullyable and yes i will be bullying him.
