This was also inspired by that one call we got from Sylus.
Your feelings are valid â€ïž
PS: Had to censor some words cause of this app. đźâđš
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This was also inspired by that one call we got from Sylus.
Your feelings are valid â€ïž
PS: Had to censor some words cause of this app. đźâđš
âïžâ (18+) rookie!leon is insatiable
âleonnn, I c-canât-,âyou sobbed, tears streaking your face.Â
your head rolled back into the pillows as leon thrusted deeper. he had you on your back, his arms holding your legs apart. his cock was buried to the hilt inside your puffy pussy.Â
he hasnât stopped thrusting. not after your pussy clenched around him like a vice the first, or third time. not after your nails clawed into his back, guaranteed to leave marks. not even after you started crying.
âno no no no, baby, please,â he whimpered, burying his face in your neck. âI wanna cum- baby, please, Iâm so so so close!â
poor thing. your pussy was spasming violently around him, desperate to milk his cock. it wasnât until a gush of squirt splattered against his lower abdomen that he slowed down.
leon whined, high and needy, watching as you made a mess on his cock. he leaned up, his eyes hooded as he looked down to where your pussy was stretched around his cock. your clit was twitching. âyou made a mess,â his voice cracked.Â
as if his cock wasnât enough, his thumb reached down to rub your clit. small circles pressed against the swollen pearl. âmessy girlâŠâ he murmured. âIâm doing good, huh?â
his hips moved slower, but god, he was going deeper. his cheeks were flushed a soft pink as he fucked into you. âyou like it, baby? you gonna cum again?â he moaned.
ânghhâŠ! yes, I like it!â you cried out. his large hand rested against your lower stomach, right over the bulge of his cock.
âfuck, you can see it right here,â he said, his thumb tracing the imprint of his cock in your womb. âlook, baby, you can see me inside you.â
your cunt betrayed you, clenching and gushing all over again. a creamy ring of cum formed at the base of his cock. leon winced, your pussy feeling tighter this time. he bit his lip, his thrusts faltering.
âf-fuckâŠ!â he whined. one final thrust before he held you against him. hot, white ropes of cum filled you up. heavy breathing filled your ear.
leon pulled away, pulling his cock out to watch his cum drip out of you. you whimpered, feeling it glide down your inner thighs.Â
âthink you can take one more?â he smirked at you.
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{dividers from @/cursed-carmine}
risky sex with leon!
â pure smut nothing much really, risky sex? don't get caught, boss! chris on the phone, based on my headcanon!
â can be any leon, i had re9 in mind (oh what's new here?) and re4 leon!
sofa sex with leon on a saturday evening was a normal way to end the weekend, preparing for the upcoming week.
the house will be filled with your pants and moans, obscene sentences from leon and his strong arms are firmly wrapped around your waist as his hand meets the soft skin of your butt in a loud spank.
his eyes fixated on your face as you roll eyes when you feel his tip toying rushly around your soaked folds.Â
leonâs grabs the nape of your neck to pull you into a desperate kiss. his sweaty chest rising up and down fast. his breathing was ragged and heavy. he lets out a groan when his lips melted into yours.
thereâs nothing romantic about it, itâs uncontrolled and messy. itâs like a fight to see who gives in before. which as for now, it seems leon is having the hardest time, groaning when you pull away to let out a moan once his tip is inside of you.
leon grabs your hips, helping you to lower yourself into him. you throw your head back in pleasure, feeling him completely deep inside of your throbbing pussy.
leonâs grip around your ass tightens slightly at the feeling of your tight and fiery insides.
his thrust began slowly, trying to gain some self control. trying to not look so desperate for your pussy... which he always is.
šmmm⊠leon, fuck me harder.š you moan out, you bury your head into his neck.
leon clicks his tongue as his lips curl into a smile.
šso needy today princessâŠÂš leon bites into the soft skin of your shoulder.
you start moving your hips up and down meeting his thrust, trying to gain more pleasure.
oh... he loves when you do this. leonâs hips stop moving, giving you full control to guide both of you to an earth shattering orgasm.
šfuck⊠you take me in so wellš
leonâs hands move up to cup your breast, caressing every inch of your body on his way up. he presses your tits together, his thumb going in circles across your hard nipples. his touch sends small jolts of pleasure around your body, down to your core.
that sensation soon turns into blazing blows when he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, hungrily sucking it and then rubbing his lips across the sensitive bud.
your eyes open at the sound of your phone next to you on the couch. stopping everything youâre doing, you lean over to take it.
incoming call from Chris R.
šoh shit⊠itâs my bossšÂ
šsoâŠ? answer him, baby.š his voice is completely careless. clearly, heâs not going to let chris, or anyone, ruin his time with you.
leon starts to thrust into you. not stopping giving your nipples the attention they craved. his hands roam freely around your curves.
you hesitate for a second before answering the phone... what if its important?
šyeaah?š your voice came out as a soft moan as you answered the phone.
škeep your voice steady, my love.š leon groaned between your breast.
šhey- are you good?š chrisâs voice hinted a bit of worry through the other line.
šmmm- yes, what is it, chris?š
šlisten⊠i need a favor.šÂ
you bit your lower lip, trying to control your moans. leon stopped attacking your sensitive nipples and made his way up to your neck. kissing your collarbone, trailing its length with his tongue.
his hot tongue moves up to your sweet spot, sucking in gently. youâre sure he made a hickey there for everyone to see tomorrow when you go to work.Â
maybe it's a warning for your boss? to not call in on a sunday afternoon.
šwha-what is it?š
šcan youâŠÂš
you stop listening to your boss completely when leon started moving at that pace that drove you mad. thrusting into you hard and deep. his hips meeting yours in a sinful sound. pounding into you the way he knows you love. a sweet pressure building inside of you with each thrust. clouding your mind with lust.
his face buried in your neck, listening to his muffled grunts and little moans that would escape his lips without control against your heated up skin sending waves of heat down to your core.
š⊠please can you have it for me first thing in the morning? iâll send you the infoš
chrisâs voice dragged your lust blinded mind back to the phone again.Â
âi-i-ll se what i caaa-â you stop yourself mid sentence at the sudden moan, feeling that familiar, yet always surprising feeling. warm and tingly creeping your pussy making you arch your back.šcan doš you continue.
leons feels it around his cock too, you are close. your walls spasms without control, heat rising within them.
šhey, you good?šfucking damn it chris, hang up already.
šyes! i- huhâŠÂšÂ your eyes wandered around your space, trying to find a physical answer laying around the floor, maybe somewhere between your clothes and leonâs.
you shake between leonâs muscular arms, clenching every muscle trying to content your orgasm for a while longer
šmake something up baby, or youâll be screaming over the phoneš leon whispers against your neck, making you shiver.
you swallow your moans.
šyeah i just- burnt myself with the teapot.š
šalright, iâll leave you to it thenš
šokay, chris. bye-bye.š
šsee y-š you hang up before he could finish, throwing your phone to the couch.
šyou did goodâŠÂš leon groans out as he squeezes your ass.
šshut upâŠÂš
your whole body is spasming making you grab his muscular biceps for support. squeezing them as you feel your orgasm upon you.
a wave of heat washes over your whole body, striking you like a lighting making you collapse on top of leon.
your body feels heavy, coated with a thin layer of sweat, your breathing is ragged and your mind is spinning.
šshit, babyâŠiâmš a low moan escapes leonâs lips, soft spams taking over his body explodes at the intense and sharp pleasure. his head is thrown back against the couch, his sweaty chest rising without any control.
šfuuckš he drags his own words as he lifts his head up to look back at you. leonâs lips are parted slightly, half lidded eyes, completely coated with lust, lost in you.Â
šyou look so pretty after you cum, babyš his hand reaches for a strand of your hair, tugging it lightly behind your ear.
you bend slightly, kissing him slowly. his lips feel hot and tender. you move down to his cheek, giving it a small love bite
šyouâre insane.š
heeey, idk what to say. i need him badly
i had to rewrite this like 3 times because i wasnât happy with how it was turning out đ i was stressing lmfao
anywaysss i hope you enjoy!! itâs my first time writing smut in years so⊠be nice đ€
dividers by cursed-carmine!
if you love me, keep it to yourself.
tw. HUGE ANGST. married! leon. cheating. p in v. ada bashing (sorry). smut. smoking. alcohol use. fingering. crying. crying during sex. HUGE yearning. title from vacillator - ethel cain.
You always knew Leon would never be with you. No matter how much you wanted him. Wether its sitting on your balcony with a cigarette between your lips after a long day at the DSO, lying in bed with a pillow between your legs to ease the thoughts of him, or seeing Leon walk past your desk everyday.
Nothing was going to change.
You were friends once. He brought you coffee on your first day and you baked cookies for him in return. Sometimes you can still see the crinkles around his eyes softening when he took a bite, joking that you should be a baker instead. He personally asked for you on intercom during missions and when things got too much heâd drive you home, hesitating at your front door until he decided maybe he needed comfort too and you both held each other until you fell asleep.
Heâd never talk about it and youâd never asked questions. Thats the way it was and that was good enough.
Until you shared that stupid cigarette. Leon was never a smoker but the view from your balcony was pretty and leon finally- for once in his life- felt relaxed. You lit it, took a drag and passed it to him. Knuckles brushing as he took it between his fingers and his lips wrapped around the filter just like yours.
Leon wondered why you would choose to slowly kill yourself with these things but soon found comfort when he realised maybe youâre just as broken as him. Cigarettes or drinking, itâs all the same. A distraction.
So he leaned over and kissed you. Dubbing out the bud while your hands gripped onto him like you never wanted to let go, teeth clattering as he layed you down on the bed with his body flush against yours. You wanted to crawl into him, hide from the beasts of the outside world and never come out.
You like to think leon made love to you that night, the way he whispered sweetness into your ear as you stretched around his cock and held you in his arms until morning.
Whatever way Leon was capable of love, you wanted it.
Things changed after that, he requested sherry for intercoms, wouldnât look at you during office hours and stopped driving you home. messages late into the night asking him to come over got left on delivered and you slept less and smoked more.
Its Wednesday, downpour splashes against the DSO office building distracting you from editing files that need to be ready for tomorrow. Your desk is a mess, old stained coffee cups leaving rings on paper that you cant be bothered to clean, trash full of scrunched up drafts and dark bags under your eyes.
You look a mess.
Leons been out on a mission for a couple days, you could hear sherry talking to him over intercom sometimes from her cubicle. It makes you sad to know that used to be you.
Thankfully heâs back today and youâve decided youâre going to question him. ask why heâs pulling away, what you did wrong? Why leon kennedy wont even look at you.
The words on your computer become a blur and your just about to go for a break when the loud thud of boots make you perk up.
Its Leon. His dark leather jacket wrapped around his bulky frame, tight shirt underneath and matching trousers. His dark hair falling over his eyes- less dark circles under them. He looks good. Extremely good for being on a long mission.
He doesnât look at you once, just walks over to sherry with his smirk as she smiles up at him. Youâre not one to stick your nose in places it shouldnât be but when sherry yells âcongratulations!â and wraps her arms around Leon, you cant help but raise a brow.
He moves a chair next to hers and sits down, hand on her shoulder with his back to you and sitting on his finger is a ring. Not just any ring, itâs a wedding band.
Your chest is tight and your lip starts to wobble as you deflate in your chair. Leons married. Leon Kennedy just got married while you were on the sidelines waiting for him to come back.
Your fingers logging you off the computer and grabbing your bag as you stand abruptly, practically running out the office with your head down. A few people throw glances but you donât care.
The elevators broken so you take the stairs, nearly tripping over your cheap heels until your outside under the overhang protecting you from the rain. Rummaging through your bag you blink away tears as you reach for your lighter. DSO agents donât cry, so you hold it in as you light a cigarette, wiping a tear using your palm and taking a long drag.
Youâd never take Leon as a man to settle, picturing him living the white picket fence life made you sick and now itâs true.
Heâs settled, heâs moving on and youâre stuck.
Nothing changes.
You lean against the wall with weak legs, smoke filling your lungs and nicotine feeling like a lifeline as you pinch your bag tightly. Youâll take the bus home, buy another packet of smokes because youâre almost out and take a break from work.
Just as you think your figuring out, the emergency exit swings open and your back to square one. Leon walks out, blue eyes contrasting with the upcoming storm as he walks over to you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed next to you.
You donât know what to say, you cant even look at him.
âItâs ada.â He says.
âWhat?â your voice sounds pitched, your trying to sound okay.
âMe and ada. We got married. I was never on a mission.â He turns to you, watching your body stiffen.
You shouldâve known really, Ada wong and leon kennedy make sense. The history, the rumours of her actually joining the FBI. The whole incident in raccoon city. An image of leon tangled in sheets with ada flashes through your mind.
âCongratulations.â You mumble, throwing the dub on the floor and rubbing it into the concrete with your shoe. Your stomach is tight when you think about sherry- your friend, lying to you. Leon lying to you.
âI was going to tell you.. i just didnât want to hurt you.â Leon mumbles, shoulder brushing yours. He sounds sincere.
You huff, teary eyed as you finally look at him.
âItâs a bit late for that.â You whisper and you think his eyes soften before he stands straight, looking back at the downpour.
âLet me give you a ride home.â
âI donât want-â
He reaches over before you can argue anymore, taking your bag between his fingers and nudging his head towards his car.
He begins walking before you can protest and you follow with shaky legs, rain dampening you both as he unlocks his doors, scrambling inside.
The ride to yours is silent just like you expected. Leon keeps looking over at you like heâs worried. His hands on the wheel, ring catching in the light like itâs taunting you.
He slows to a stop outside your front door but you cant move. you want to ask him questions, talk more. You know itâs wrong to invite him in, heâs married now and being caught with you after⊠whatever you were isnât appropriate.
âDo.. you want to come in for a drink?â
Leon stiffens, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles turn white and his jaw tenses. Youâre not needy and definitely not one to get on your knees, but for a yes youâd do anything right now.
He hesitates and you think back to the night he told you about raccoon city, how he couldnât save everyone and how guilty he feels. How he hesitated then too. Heâs so closed off now.
Leon nods and before your shoulders sag in relief youâre both getting out the car, locking it behind him and walking up the stairs.
The apartment door opens and Leon shuts it behind him gently as you take off your heels, wincing at your aching feet.
âYou okay?â He asks. No.
You nod throwing your bag down as you walk to the kitchen, Leon following after you like a lost puppy though heâs slept here many times.
Digging through your cabinets you grab whiskey and two glasses, bringing them to the rusted table and chairs on your balcony. The rain has stopped now, dark grey clouds cover the sunset.
Leon sits down with a grunt and you do the same opposite him, he pours the whiskey as you light up a smoke.
âI wish youâd quit that-â
âIm happy for you, really-â
You both cut each other off and leon huffs, taking a long swig of his drink as he leans back into the chair, legs squeaking under his weight.
Leon studies the glass in his hand, turning it slightly. The ring flashes again, you wish it wouldnât.
âI meant what I said,â you add, softer this time. âI am happy for you.â
He nods, but itâs delayed like the words had to fight their way through something thick before reaching him. for a moment he looks like the version of him you used to know.
âI didnât think youâd invite me in,â he admits, your shoulders tense and you take a long drag, stubbing the ash into your ashtray.
Your chest feels tight. âI didnât think youâd say yes.â
The cigarette burns low between your fingers. You crush it out more forcefully than necessary.
âWhy did you come, Leon?â you ask. âReally.â
âI wanted to see you.â he says, and you feel like you might throw up.
Your breath catches just slightly. Enough that he notices. of course he does.
âThatâs not fair,â you whisper.
âI know.â he mumbles, setting his drink down as he turns to face you.
âYou couldâve spoke to me in the office.â
âI know.â He repeats sterner, dark hair shagging over his eyes from the light breeze.
Youâre trembling now, gripping your fingers so tight they start to ache.
âI was waiting-
Before you can even get the words out Leonâs all over you, gripping the back of your neck with his palm to kiss you, teeth clattering as you breathe him in.
His tongue slips past your lips but you pull away, hands on his shoulders as you head drops to his chest, your panting against his neck as he kisses and suckles your neck, holding your hair between his fingers.
âLeon..â
âI know.â He whispers as you nuzzle into him.
This isnât what you planned and you feel terrible. Itâs so wrong but Leon isnât stopping and Adaâs case file flashes through your mind. Youâre sad and jealous, so youâll take what you want. just this once.
You know youâll both regret it in the morning as you connect your lips with his again, shoving yourself into him until he picks you up, teeth clattering as he shuts the balcony door with his foot, all his attention on you. finally.
He groans against your mouth as you claw his back, dropping you down on the bed until heâs dry humping you through your pants.
Your hands reach down to unbuckle his belt as he pulls your top above your head, unclasping your bra and throwing it away as he leans down to suck and lick your nipples, chest arching into him while he kicks his trousers off.
He pulls away swiftly, standing above to you pull off his boxers, pretty clean shaven cock slapping against his toned abs. pre cum drips from the tip and you sit up on your elbows as he grips your chin. His eyes following his thumb trailing your bottom lip.
âYou donât even realize how beautiful you are.â
Leon mumbles, trailing his hand down your throat until he pulls away.
You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off.
âTurn around.â
Your eyebrows furrow, doe eyes staring up at him but heâs looking at your lips. How could you say no to that? When everything youâve ever wanted is standing in front of you, who are you to deny?
So you do, turning around on the bed until youâre on all fours, back arched.
âF-fuck.. leon.â You whine as he pulls down your trousers and pants in one, throwing them away. Your pussyâs leaking slick down your thighs as he presses a thumb to your hole, kissing the back of your spine when he presses his thumb in.
You buck into his hand as he groans against your neck, adding two more fingers until heâs knuckle deep, pumping in and out in and out until youâre a moaning mess.
âThink iâve prepared you enough.â He whispers, kissing the shell of your ear softly as he pulls his fingers out of you, clear slick dripping from your cunt.
Leons hand plants firmly against your middle back, pressing your face into the bed as you grip the bedspread between your fingers while he notches the head against your hole.
You both moan as he rubs the tip around your clit before bottoming out, balls slapping your cunt as he leans over you, breathe fanning the back of your neck.
âL-Leon mmf..-â you whimper but he doesnât respond. Your face smushed against the bed as he starts pounding you hard, ass rippling with every thrust, drool slipping from your lips.
âFuckinâ tight, just like i remember.â Leon groans, pummelling you into the bed hard.
Your hand reaches behind your back, giving him the grabby motion but he doesnât intertwine your fingers. You turn your head to see Leon groaning behind you, fingers digging into the fat of your cheeks. Sweat dripping down his forearms.
Heâs not looking at you. His eyes are trained on the area where you both connect. You whimper when you realise and stray tears start to fall from your eyes.
Youâre crying because you want him to look at you desperately. And because you know this isnât love, this is goodbye.
A few quiet tears later and youâre clenching around his cock, whimpering as you coat his cock with your wet slick and soon after heâs coming inside you. Warm spurts of cum shoot into your pussy as he leans his damp head against your back, panting into your skin until he pulls out.
You wipe your tears quickly and if Leon has noticed he hasnât said anything. Instead he just moves to lay against the headboard, chest rising and falling quickly as he pulls you into his arm, your cheek layed against his sweaty chest.
Heâs looking up at the ceiling and your lip trembles against him.
âIm sorry.â You whisper.
âI know.â he mumbles through ragged breathes. âgo to sleep.â
Sunlight peers through your open curtains as you squint, groaning at the sore feeling between your legs.
Rubbing your eyes you sigh before turning to the other side of your bed.
Its empty.
Leons gone, just like you expected. you donât hold it against him, you cant.
You grab your phone, going through your contacts to realise his is gone. He mustâve gone through your phone and deleted it while you slept.
you know its for the better.
Swinging your legs to dangle off the bed you sniffle when you notice a brand new pack of your favourite cigarettes and lighter planted on your nightstand.
He remembered.
i wrote this while listening to ethel cains whole perverts album and it broke me. brb gonna crawl back into the dirt i came out of. đ€
calling leon by his middle name. he loves it⊠maybe a little too much (18+)
âleonâ mmhm, fuck!â
the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed in the room, along with your moans and his grunts. heâd been back from whatever mission he was on, a week ago. and heâd missed your pussy, and you deeply, which he was showing you enthusiastically.
âso tight fâme, baby,â he grunts, his voice low and breathless, hips pounding into you relentlessly. âmissed you soâ hah... so much.â
you could only wantonly moan in response with the way he had you spread under him, legs propped up on his broad and muscular shoulders, copious amounts of slick leaking from around his cock, trickling down your ass and into the bedsheet, ruining them.
you wrapped your hands around his strong forearms, digging your nails and leaving behind bloody half crescent indents, and if it was possible, it turned him on even more.
he let out a deep, throaty groan. fuck, you couldnât get any better. âyes, baby. thatâs it, mark me up.â
he moved faster now, almost at a punishing pace, eliciting a few tears out of your eyes.
âbaby⊠scottâ youâre too fast! ah⊠slow down,â you whine, almost crying out, nails still digging onto his forearm.
the moment his brain registers what you just said, he freezes. literally. his hips stutter mid-thrust, the rhythm faltering altogether and then, he stops. âwhatâd you just say?â he asks, observing your face, watching a tear roll down from your eyes to your temple.
you breathe deeply, easing your body, and loosening your grip on his forearms. âwhat?â
you look at him, eyes locked with his. why did he stop? you just asked him to slow down, didnât you? âi just⊠wanted you to slow down⊠you were going too hard.â
âno, not that. what did you call me?â he asks, his voice was soft, body at ease now, not strained. just propped up above you on his forearm.
oh. you had called him by his middle name. scott. you wouldâve been worried about him being displeased if it was not for his cock twitching traitorously inside you. âscott. it slipped. my bad,â you say, smiling coquettishly.
leon smiled back, almost boyishly. he reached up and gently grabbed you by the thighs, pulling back just enough to dislodge your legs from his shoulders and letting them fall back on the bed, eyes never leaving yours.
âwell, donât let me stop you,â he says softly, propping himself back on his forearms that rested besides your shoulders. you noticed his face was flushed when he leaned closer, that silly smile never leaving his face.
âleon scott kennedy, are you blushing?â you giggle in amusement.
he groans softly, burrowing his face into the curve of your neck, breathing in your scent. you giggle again, one hand coming up to play with his hair.
âdid you like it when i called you scott?â
he lifts up his head, just slightly, to look back into your eyes. ââŠa little.â when you kept looking at him, he surrendered. ââkay, yeah. i did. that was hotâyou are hot. fuck, i missed you.â
not even a millisecond later, his lips were on yours, tasting and coaxing you open. and then, a soft thrust, which had you grip his biceps. his whole body was weighing down on you, every inch of his skin pressed against yours.
âscott,â you whimpered in his ears, voice soft and gentle, as he kept thrusting into you shallowly.
âchrist, youâre going to be the death of me, love,â he grunted out, increasing his pace. âdont stop.â
it didnât take too long for you to come apart under him, pussy clenching and fluttering around his cock as your orgasm crashed over you. soon enough, he followed with a choked grunt, emptying himself inside you, filling you up to the brim.
after you had caught your breath, you couldnât help but giggle again. ânow i know just what to say to get you blushing like a schoolgirl.â
leon huffed out a breathless laugh, looking at you with amusement. ânot if i make you scream it all night long. think you can handle a second round, hmm?â
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frat!kuna taking care of you at your first frat party . . . (shy!reader)
the bass was so loud it vibrated in your teeth.
you were standing just inside the front door of the massive frat house, clutching the hem of your sweater like it was a lifeline. the place was packedâbodies grinding, red cups everywhere, someone yelling âCHUG CHUG CHUGâ in the distance. the air smelled like cheap beer, weed, and way too much cologne.
you felt completely out of place.
ryomen sukunaâyour boyfriend of three weeks, the walking red flag with pink hair and tattoos crawling up his neckâwas right beside you, one big hand resting possessively on your lower back.
he looked right at home. black button-up half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, that lazy dangerous smirk already on his face. people kept nodding at him as they passed, some even doing double-takes when they saw you tucked against his side.
âyou good, baby?â he asked, voice low enough that only you could hear it over the music.
you nodded quickly, even though your heart was racing. âyeah. just⊠loud.â
he snorted, thumb rubbing a small circle on your back. âtold you it was gonna be loud. you still wanted to come.â
âi wanted to see what your world looks like,â you mumbled, cheeks heating up. you were the shy bookish girl who spent friday nights in the library, and he was the infamous frat president who threw parties that ended up on the campus group chat for all the wrong reasons.
sukuna leaned down, lips brushing your ear. âmy worldâs a lot less interesting when youâre not in it.â
you blushed harder. heâd been doing that latelyâsaying sweet things in that rough voice like it was nothing. it always caught you off guard.
he guided you deeper into the house, keeping you close so no one bumped into you too hard. when a drunk guy stumbled past and almost spilled his drink on you, sukunaâs arm shot out, steadying the cup with one hand while pulling you tighter against his side with the other.
âwatch it,â he growled at the guy, voice low and dangerous.
the guy mumbled an apology and scurried away.
sukuna looked down at you, smirk softening just a fraction. âyou want something to drink? non-alcoholic. i know you donât do the hard shit.â
you nodded, surprised he remembered. âjust soda is fine.â
he disappeared for maybe two minutes and came back with a can of coke and a bottle of water. he handed you the coke, then cracked the water open for himself.
âstay close,â he said, leaning in again. âif anyone bothers you, tell me. iâll handle it.â
you sipped your drink, feeling a little warmer. he wasnât acting like the wild party animal everyone warned you about. he was⊠attentive. almost gentle.
an hour later you were tipsy.
you only had two drinks (sukuna made sure they were weak and watched the guy pour them), but you were a lightweight and the music was making your head spin in the best way. you were giggling at everything, clinging to sukunaâs arm as he led you to a quieter corner of the backyard.
âyouâre cute when youâre drunk,â he muttered, guiding you to sit on a low stone wall.
âiâm not drunk,â you protested, even though you were swaying a little. âiâm⊠pleasantly buzzed.â
he snorted and crouched in front of you, hands on your knees to steady you. âyeah? then why are you trying to take your shoes off?â
you looked down. sure enough, you were fumbling with the straps of your heels.
âtheyâre uncomfortable,â you whined.
sukuna sighed, but there was a little fondness to it. he gently batted your hands away and undid the straps himself, slipping your shoes off and setting them beside you.
âbetter?â he asked.
you nodded happily and leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. âyouâre being really nice tonight. i thought youâd be⊠you know. wild.â
he raised an eyebrow. âwild how?â
âthrowing people in the pool. shotgunning beers. starting fights. the usual frat king stuff.â
sukuna chuckled, low and rough, and stood up, pulling you with him so you were tucked against his chest.
âi can do all that shit any night,â he said, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back. âtonight iâve got you. and youâre too soft for that chaos. so iâm keeping you safe instead.â
your heart did a stupid little flip.
âyouâre sweet when you want to be,â you mumbled into his shirt.
âdonât tell anyone,â he warned, but he was smiling against your hair. âruins my reputation.â
someone yelled his name from across the yardâone of his frat brothers waving a beer pong paddle.
sukuna didnât even glance over. âbusy,â he called back, loud enough to be heard over the music.
the guy laughed and gave a thumbs-up, clearly used to it.
you tilted your head up at him. âyou can go play if you want. iâll be okay.â
ânah.â he leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to your forehead. âiâm good right here.â
later, when you started feeling a little too warm and dizzy, sukuna noticed immediately.
âalright, lightweight,â he said, scooping you up bridal-style without asking. âtime to go home.â
âbut the partyââ you protested weakly.
âthe party will survive without us.â he carried you through the crowd like you weighed nothing, people parting for him automatically. someone tried to hand him a drink; he ignored it.
outside, the night air was cooler. he set you down gently by his car, keeping one arm around your waist while he opened the passenger door.
âin you go, princess.â
you climbed in, giggling when he had to help you with the seatbelt because your fingers were clumsy.
on the drive home he kept one hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing slow circles.
âyou had fun?â he asked quietly.
you nodded, head resting against the seat. âyeah. you were⊠really sweet. i didnât expect that.â
he glanced over at you, that lazy smirk back on his face.
âdonât get used to it,â he said, but his voice was soft.
you smiled sleepily. âtoo late. i already like this version of you.â
he didnât answer, but his hand squeezed your thigh gently.
when you got back to your dorm, he walked you all the way to your door, making sure you got inside safely.
before he left he leaned down and kissed youâslow, warm, tasting like the one beer he allowed himself.
âtext me when you wake up tomorrow,â he murmured against your lips. âand drink water before you sleep.â
you nodded, floating a little.
he waited until you locked the door behind you before he walked away.
except⊠he didnât actually leave.
ten minutes later there was a soft knock on your door.
you opened it, still a little dizzy, and found sukuna standing there with a bottle of water, a pack of plain crackers, and your favorite hoodie that he must have grabbed from his car.
âyouâre still here?â you asked, surprised.
he shrugged, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. âfigured you might need help getting ready for bed. youâre swaying like a damn pendulum.â
you let him guide you to sit on the edge of your bed. he knelt down, helped you take off your shoes, then handed you the water and crackers.
âsmall sips,â he said. âand eat a couple of these so you donât feel like shit tomorrow.â
you obeyed, watching him with soft eyes as he moved around your small roomâplugging in your phone, turning off the big light, leaving the lamp on low.
when you finished the crackers he took the wrapper and tossed it in the trash, then helped you change into comfy pajamas (his hoodie, of course).
âcome here,â he said, pulling back the covers.
you crawled in. he kicked off his shoes and slid in beside you without being asked, pulling you against his chest.
âyou donât have to stay,â you mumbled sleepily, even though you were already curling into him.
âi know,â he replied, one hand stroking your hair. âbut iâm staying anyway. someone has to make sure you donât choke on your own tongue or something.â
you laughed softly. âromantic.â
âshut up and sleep, princess.â
you did, warm and safe in his arms, the distant thump of the party long forgotten.
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A New Purpose
Pairing: agent!Leon x rookie!reader
Word Count: 14.1k
Summary: Being the only female rookie at the DSO, you're used to being belittled by your fellow agents. Thought to be invisible to your superior Mr. Kennedy, you would have never thought he'd come to safe you as your first mission goes terribly wrong.
Warnings/notes: Horror, blood and gore, violence, gun mention, angst, appearance of Chris Redfield, protective Leon, age difference, older!Leon, very slowburn, author's first language isn't English
Clouds fill the sky. Putting a dark shadow on the world, while the sun desperately tries to get through the thick cover. Itâs faint light cascading on the run-down buildings, streets and everything that once was. The air is cold against your skin. The fresh autumnal morning air doing nothing to prevent the light blush that starts to form on your cheeks once you get out of the car. The cold nips at the top of your fingers, making you curl them into the palm of your hands. Even though it was only the start of October, it wouldnât take long before winter would sweep the land into its stone-cold grasp. For that reason alone you slightly dread the days in the field that would soon, hopefully, follow. Never really liking the cold, you aimed for a warmer climate. That would be possible of course if your life had been different.
You stand in line with three other agents next to you. Men. Taller and broader than you, but not necessarily better. Youâre all clad in a tight marine blue shirt, sleeves rolled up and a small zipper at the neckline. Due to the weather, yours is all the way up, concealing your chest. A pair of black combat trousers hug your thighs while boots in the same color are on your feet, making you stand firm and secure.
The harness around your chest carries the essentials. Handgun at your right side, shotgun and sniper rifle secure on your back. Two hand grenades hanging on your left just in case. The weight of a knife rests against your lower back. The blade is sharp, a machete, ready to chop a zombie's head off if necessary.
The men next to you wear similar assemblies. To your right thereâs Jonathan. A twenty-five year old, six ft tall blond with an ego flying through the roof. Shotgun and sniper also on his back but instead of a knife, he carries a large stone hammer. The tip sharpened, making it easier to break one's skull. He has been in this program for just as long as you have, starting three months ago.Â
The two men on your left, who you canât even bother to remember the names of, have the same confidence as Jonathan. A smirk on their faces, like this first field job is going to be a piece of cake. They look slightly younger, twenty-two maybe twenty-three? Youâre not sure. A few men in the other group that would come after you were twenty-six and twenty-seven. At the âripeâ age of twenty-nine youâre the oldest one out of the rookies.
Standing before you are two more seasoned men. One incredibly broad, hair a dark brown almost grey at the sides, going by the name of Chris Redfield. At almost 6â1âhis stance is wide, arms crossed, making his presence well known. Heâs looking at us like any other teacher would. His brown eyes looking over his so called âstudentsâ with a straight face, while thinking to himself: âWhat the hell do these rookies think theyâre doing here?â.
Next to him, slightly more behind, is his comrade. His hair, a dark blond streaked with a few grey strands signaling his age. Blue eyes focusing on the hand gun in his palm while putting in new ammo, not giving us as much attention. By 5â11â Leon S. Kennedy was not as broad as Mr. Redfield, but compared to him, he was definitely muscular as well. Biceps protruding and forearms showing off the few veins that peak from under his shirt.
The two of them had a well-known reputation. Both fought against any monstrosity the Umbrella corporation had thrown at them. Trying to protect the world from all evil.
They had trained you. Three months inside the DSO facility. Learning the basics from knowing how to reload a gun, to shooting one with perfect aim. Physical and emotional training, needed to defeat all enemies you would come across. Three months and eight trainees. All inexperienced rookies who wished to be full DSO agents, ready to kick some ass. Seven men and one woman. You.
Of course, being the only woman, which is very unseen in this line of work, you were often laughed at. Thought to be useless, weak and incompetent to get the job done. Well, weâll see about that.
Youâre quiet. Slowly analyzing the situation youâre in. Today is your first ever mission. As a trial of course. Three months of training had to lead somewhere. They had divided the group into two. The first group, with you in it, was brought to the outskirts of Raccoon city, driven in a van by Kennedy, Redfield in the passenger seat. The chanter in the car from your three other colleagues had been loud while you kept mostly to yourself. As you arrived at the scene, which seemed to be an open square with buildings surrounding you, you quickly got out of the car before anyone else. Already opening the trunk to get all your gear.
And thatâs where we are now.
âAlright listen up.â You hear Chris say, making your ears perk up. âYour mission today will be simple, which is to retrieve some important information back from the old Umbrella labs that are situated below ground. You will be divided into two teams and each will be given a map. Your task is to bring the piece of information back to me. If you fail, you will be taken out of the program and you can pack your bags. Are we clear?â
You hear Jonathan next to you scoff, a silent âas ifâ slipping from his lips. Ever since the beginning of your training he has made it clear that he was the one who would be the next super-agent at the DSO. You already know now that a simple training, to retrieve information out of a lab, isnât spectacular enough for him.
Chrisâs eyes look us all up and down again before settling on you and Jonathan for a few seconds, then back to the two guys on your left. âLiam and JasonâŠâ So those are their names. â⊠the two of you will be under my supervision.â Chris announces while walking over to them, handing them a phone with a map on it. âLeon, you take him and the girlâ he continues, gesturing over to you. The girlâŠ
âYou need to take this mission seriously guys. This may look easy but you never know what could be lurking in this city. Especially underground. This is a necessary part of your training. Donât take this lightly. You know what happens when you fail.â And with that he gestures to Liam and Jason to follow him, leaving you and Jonathan alone with Leon.
Leon's cold stare lingers on the both of you, sizing you up, almost like he is determining if the two of you are even worth his time. His gun is brought back into its holster, hanging at his right hip, before taking a phone out of his pocket similar to the one Chris gave to his own two rookies. âTake this.â He murmurs while outstretching his arm, waiting for one of you to take it.
Before you even get the chance to put a step forward, Jonathan beats you to it. Grabbing the phone out of Leon's grasp, he immediately starts to inspect the screen. Hastily looking over the map without including you. After a few seconds and a small huff from you, he looks up, eyes directed at Leon. âIs this a competition between the two teams? To see who finds the piece of information first?â The corners of his mouth slowly turn upwards. âBecause Iâll beat them to it.â
The smirk that covers his face is so arrogant that you almost want to punch him in the face. Youâre sure you could win a 1v1 fight against him.Â
âIt is not a competition in any way. You look for the piece of information that we want, you get it and get back out of there unscratched, together with your partner, is that clear?â Leon isnât amused by Jonathan's confidence either. When he averts his gaze back to you, you can see the slight frown on his face soften just a smidge.
âNowâŠâ he says, focused on you while pointing to your ear â⊠The little earpieces you have in do not only allow us to communicate with each other if necessary, but I will also be able to see your vitals while I keep an eye out for you during the mission.âÂ
âWait, youâre not coming with us?â Jonathan speaks, a slight tremor in his voice if you hear correctly. Maybe even a little nervous? Anyway, itâs not enough to push him off the throne of pride in his head.
Leon looks back at him. âWho am I? Your babysitter? Iâm not gonna hold your hand every time you have a mission. I think youâre old enough. You do know this is what you trained for right?â
You have to do your best to not let out the laugh thatâs trying to burst out of your mouth. Your lips turning into a small smile instead that you desperately try to cover with your hand.Â
Youâve always liked Leon, ever since the moment you met him back at DSO. Back when you were truly âa rookieâ, having very little experience on the subject of being a special agent. Back then he had only greeted you with a firm handshake and a curt nod, murmuring a quick ânice to meet youâ as he quickly went on to greet the next rookie in line. But the way he carried himself and the way he was respectful towards others... Trying to help people when and wherever he could? It made you have a certain form of respect for the man.
It was also not difficult to notice that heâs very easy on the eye. The strong build, the sharp jawline, the stubble covering it⊠After three months of seeing him almost everyday, you'd grown a little crush for him. All innocent of course, because you knew very well the two of you could never be together. What would a successful and good looking DSO agent see in a twenty years younger and inexperienced âgirlâ? So you kept your silly feelings at bay, knowing it wasnât worth the energy.Â
All of that put aside now, you are a bit apprehensive about what Leon had just said to Jonathan⊠You have to admit, youâre a bit nervous being out there in the field with no experienced agent by your side if things were to go to shit. But youâre strong mentally, a good fighter and youâre brave. You can do this.
Jonathan, who of course isnât impressed by Leonâs words, shoots right back. âAnd how do weâŠâ he says, mockingly correcting what Leon had warned him about while pointing from himself to you â... know what weâre looking for? How are we supposed to know what kind of special information you guys need us to get?â
âYou got a map. Use it.â
Jonathan steps forward. âThatâs ridiculous. For all I know we could be out here until nightfall looking for a needle in a haystack.â
âOr until next week. Thatâs completely up to you.â Leon smirks, clearly having fun riling up the twenty-four year younger âboyâ.
âYou're insane, old man.â Jonathan spits back.Â
You can see Leonâs eyebrow raise at those words. Seeming to unlock something within him and break through his usual more calm facade. Something that youâve seen maybe once or twice during your training. Something that was a little bit more dominating⊠His jaw is clenched, teeth grinding before, in his turn, taking a step forward. Looking your colleague dead in the eye, smirk removed from his face with now a stern glare replacing it.Â
âWatch it kid. I suggest you temper that tone of yours.â Another step closer. Not raising his voice, but keeping it cold and stern. âYou donât have to do this, you know. I donât give a fuck if you drop out right now. What I do need to know though, is when you wish to go through with this, you will not fuck around. You will both protect each other while completing the mission. If your lives are at stake, you will do everything you can to get the two of you out of there. If you say yes to that, I, your superior, demand respect from you. Is that clear? You must learn your fucking. place. rookie.â
It went quiet next to you. No more words coming from Jonathanâs mouth.
When you turn to get a better look at him, you swear you see the dilemma in his eyes. Not knowing whether to punch Leon in the face or to restrain himself and go for the more civil option.Â
Eventually he casts his gaze downwards, realizing he couldnât keep going like that if he wanted to reach his goal at the DSO.
âFine.â
Leon recognises the submission and decides to drop the subject. Point taken.
He takes a step back, arms crossed. "Alright, I suggest the two of you start off immediately. The day is short and youâve got quite a lot of ground to cover. Use the time that you have.â Then before turning his back, his gaze lingers on you one more time. The look in his eyes sincere. âTake care.â
And with that, you and Jonathan are left to fend for yourselves in the harsh reality that is Raccoon city. It is so that even one hour later, youâre still trying to work out the map. That is, if Jonathan would give you a chance to look it over.Â
Youâve had enough. You were constantly running in circles, covering the same places over and over again, which did nothing to ease your frustration with the man walking a few feet in front of you. It almost felt like the walls started to close in on you. So you decided to speak up. Thinking youâve been patient enough.Â
âYou have no idea where weâre going, do you?â
He stops abruptly, making you almost walk straight into him. He turns his neck so fast, youâre almost certain he has broken it. âExcuse me?âÂ
You can see heâs trying to stay calm even though a fire is starting to ignite in his green eyes.
âYou heard me. I donât think you have even the slightest idea about where we are.â
A scoff falls from his lips, in deep contrast to the droplet of sweat coming down the side of his face. A sign of insecurity? Guess youâre right after all. âOh please, I have the map. I know exactly what Iâm doing.â His arrogance shining through, even though you can see his facade slowly starting to break. So you continue.
âJonathan, this is the second time we are going through this alley. Thereâs two possibilities. Either you donât know where weâre going, or you love the scenery here so much you just had to see everything twice, some streets even thrice. And donât tell me itâs the latter. I think itâs about time we switch things up and you give me a go at the map.â
âOh pleaseâŠâ he replies, now fully facing you, trying to solve the matter in his favor. âYouâre a girl. How could you be of any help right now? Do you even know how to read a map?âÂ
What is it with toxic men and their twisted egoâs? Their dying need to make women feel inferior? Never wanting to admit or even think about the idea that a woman could be right for once? Could be better?Â
Thatâs the second time today you want to punch him in the face.
You step forward, pushing yourself up so youâre standing on the tips of your feet. Your hot breath hitting his face, mere inches from yours. âWatch a girl save your stupid ass.â
You snatch the phone out of his hand before he even has a chance to register what has happened. Pushing past him, you try to ignore the protests coming out of his mouth. Your fingers flying over the screen of the phone, finally getting a good look at the map.Â
Youâre not too far off from the way you need to go. The so-called entrance to the Umbrella labs underground being only a fifteen minute walk from here. How the hell did he miss that?Â
âGive me the phone back.â Jonathan grumbles, his arm reaching around you. Youâre faster though, already taking a few steps forward, making your way out of the alley and onto the main street, moving in the right direction.
âJust save your breath pretty boy. Weâll be there in no time.â You smile, picking up pace. You hear him right behind you, sighing like a toddler who hasnât been given his way.Â
After ten minutes or so, you reach a more secluded area of the city. The buildings looking even more run-down than before. The air suddenly so dense and foggy, youâre sure the entrance should be right around the corner. And youâre right. When you continue, you see multiple Umbrella posters plastered onto nearby fences, the red and white logo clearly recognisable. You grin, looking down at the map again, seeing that the entrance should be right ahead.Â
âYou know, Iâm not one to apologize easily but⊠Seems like you were right after all.âÂ
You almost choke on your own spit at hearing the words Jonathan says from behind you. âExcuse me?â You stop, turning around to face him.
 âYeah, I justâŠâ He starts, stopping next to you â... guess I was kind of dick to you before? You got us right where we needed to go.â
You blink, not fully knowing how to react for a couple seconds. Does the all so mighty Jonathan actually want to apologize to you? Ever since you started training together 3 months ago he wouldnât even spare you a second glance. And now heâs trying to be nice?Â
âUh... Yeah, whatever. Letâs keep going.â you reply, starting to feel a little awkward.Â
You turn your back to him again, your steps firm as you continue your search. You hear hurried footsteps behind you, Jonathan now making his way right beside you.
âSo Iâve been thinkingâŠâ Oh boy, heâs been thinking? What an achievement. â... You and I? We would be a great team together donât you think?â
You turn your head, making eye contact with him before quickly averting your gaze once you see the tiny smirk plastered on his face. You donât like where his insinuation is going.Â
âUh, maybe? I donât know. Whatâs your point?â
His smirk grows wider at that. His steps curving slightly to the left, making his way closer to you. âOh Iâve seen you, you know. Back at the DSO facility. Youâre always by yourself, not making a fuss, doing exactly what dear Redfield and Kennedy ask of us. Youâre always at the top of the class, doing your training like a good girl. Youâre a natural. I figured, when this mission is over, youâd maybe want to consider becoming partners.â
You find his words creepy at the very least. And do you believe him? Has he actually been watching you these past 3 months? Or is this just his way of saving his ass so you wonât complain about him when you get back?Â
âHow could you be of any help to me? You couldnât even read the map.â You scoff.Â
You can feel his hand brushing against your underarm slightly. Heâs so close now you can feel his hot breath hitting the side of your face. âI didnât mean it in an agent kind of way, love.â
You stop again abruptly, looking at him like heâd just grown an extra head. âExcuse me?â
Heâs laughing now, a disgusting rasp in his throat. âOh come on, donât play dumb. Weâve been at the DSO for three months now and you're the only female agent in training. You donât mean to tell me no one else has ever made an offer like this to you?â
âWhat the hell are you implying?â
âI could show you a good time, you know? Have you take the edge off for once. I must say that I know my way around the female body very well, so youâd be in for a treat. I could please you just right. You wonât regret it. I can promise you that.â  Â
Not only is he trying to get on your good side to profit from it at the DSO, but heâs also trying to get in your pants. You just shake your head. Sadly this hadnât been the first time a man had spoken to you like that.Â
âYouâre a pig.â You turn around, ignoring the excuses and promises pouring out of his mouth. You have better things to do than reprimanding a child.
What the two of you donât know, is that a few streets back, Leon is following you. Not just following and checking your vitals, but also hearing every word thatâs being said between you and Jonathan. A little detail the DSO keeps hidden, to see how rookies will react in these kinds of missions, not holding anything back while their superiors listen. And right now? Leon is very happy heâs able to do so.Â
He finds Jonathan to be an inexperienced low life who thinks heâs got it all figured out. The way he talks to you makes his blood boil. Not necessarily because itâs you, but just of the way he speaks to a woman. Like youâre just a vessel for his pleasure.
He chuckles when you dismiss him so easily, not paying him much mind. He likes your spirit. You always thought he didnât pay you much thought during training, but you were wrong. He knew who you were. Who didnât to be honest? The only female field agent at the DSO. Doing your best at every training. Hitting your marks every time there was a shooting test. Often even better than the other male rookies.Â
So yes, you had definitely triggered his interest.Â
As you make your way through all the abandoned and burned down cars, you can see a large hole in the ground just a few feet up ahead. Bingo.
You reach it. A black hole, approximately six by six feet big, making its way down through the concrete. No sounds come from it, but the smell is undeniable. Rotting flesh.
Ok. You prepare yourself for a few zombies down there. It should be doable with your training and all the weapons you have on you, you tell yourself. Luckily youâre not alone.
You take a flare thatâs attached to your belt before igniting it and letting it fall into the darkness. It falls down a few seconds, hitting a few metal objects in its way, before settling at the bottom. You can see a steep wall of concrete going down, followed by a half destroyed ladder that reaches the bottom. You donât see or hear any infected. For all you know, there could be a rotting corpse down there. Youâre not going to wait to find out.
âLetâs go.â you say before squatting, moving one leg into the hole.Â
âOh how how wait! You wanna go in there?â Jonathan grabs your shoulder. When you look back at him you can see the uncertainty in his expression. Gone is all the fun and excitement from before, replacing it with a certain form of fear.Â
âAnd what else do you suggest?â you question him.
He starts looking around all of sudden. âWell⊠Maybe thereâs another entrance. One thatâs more safe than this one.â
âNothing about our job is safe Jonathan. Look around you. Do you see another way in? âCause I sure as hell donât. The map led us to this place right here.â
He doesnât reply after that, just keeps looking at you with the same uncertainty as before.
âYou coming or not?âÂ
His only reply is a curt nod, making you doubt if he actually means it or not. He squats next to you, letting go of your shoulder. You take that as your cue to keep going. You descend gently and slowly, one foot in front of the other down the steep concrete wall. Into the lion's den as they say.Â
You try to make as little noise as possible, making your way down the ladder. Once you have reached the bottom, you take your flashlight so you can check your surroundings better.Â
The room youâre in is small, also six by six feet. A long dark tunnel is connected to it. You canât see anything more than a few feet ahead of you, the flare and flashlight only illuminating a small amount of the place. You see water further ahead, making the tunnel appear to be some kind of sewer, which explains the smell as well.Â
Jonathan reaches the bottom next to you, frantically looking around, hand covering his nose. âWhat the fuck is thisâŠâ
You pick your gun from its holster, aiming it in front of you while also pointing your flashlight. You gesture for him to follow you. âCome on.â
You step into the tunnel. The water around your feet making your steps more heavy, while also producing a little too much sound for your liking. Behind you, you hear Jonathan pick up the flare. You turn around.
âLeave it so we can still see the entrance. Use your flashlight.â
He looks down again, a little frustrated with himself. âI didnât bring one.â
You blink. âYou didnât bring one? Seriously?" A tiny shake of his head signaling no was your response. Jesus⊠Try going to war with someone like him.Â
âHow could you possibly-. You know what? Forget it. Letâs go.â You wish this day would be over very soon.Â
The two of you continue through the tunnel, you at the front, him checking for any threats coming from behind, his gun now also drawn. The tunnel seems to bring you further down, a slight steep to your feet. It goes on for about two hundred feet until it separates into two new tunnels. One going left and one going right. You stop, trying to decide where to go from here. Jonathan bumps into you, not realising you had stopped. A whispered âsorryâ before an âoh fuckâ fell from his lips once he sees the split-up.
âWhat do we do now? What does the map say?â He asks, looking at you.
You take the phone again, your flashlight resting between your cheek and shoulder as you hold it in place. You see the thick yellow line bending to the right, signaling your way forward. As you put the device away again, you hear a low rumbling noise coming from the left. Itâs far away though, a gurgling moaning sound that gets swallowed by the dark. You donât have to ponder very long to realise what it is. You point your flashlight to the left, squinting your eyes, but you can't see anything.
âThank God we donât have to go in that direction.â You whisper while hearing Jonathan quietly agree behind you. You take that as your queue to continue your way right.Â
After about fifteen minutes of following tunnels, coming onto new split-ups, going left and right, you have reached the end of the tunnel. A short type of stairs going up with a metal door at the end of it. That must be where the lab is.Â
You grin in victory, ready to be done with this mission. You turn towards Jonathan, whoâs inspecting the door with a certain nervousness. âYou go up there and try unhinging the door. Look for any threats inside. Iâll cover you.â You tell him. He looks at you now, lips parted, clearly not wanting to but not deciding if he should fight you on it or not.
Eventually he nods, taking a few steps forward before going up the stairs, it steps creaking underneath his weight. You turn around, your gun pulled, ammo checked and flashlight up. Youâre ready if anything dares to come closer.Â
Jonathan reaches the door behind you. His shuffling and pacing before the small window making you curious to see whatâs inside.
âYou see anything?â You whisper, before he turns around to look at you.Â
âNo, it seems clear. Itâs locked from inside though.â Another pause. âLet me get this door open.â He murmurs as he uses his elbow to break the glass. When thatâs done, he puts his arm through it and reaches for the lock on the other side.
The twist of a lock is heard before the metal door screeches open. No sounds come from ahead of you, so you take a few steps back, gun still at the ready if necessary. You go up the stairs, turning around so you wouldnât trip. Once youâre standing next to Jonathan at the top, youâre able to look into the room as well.Â
The room contains several desks decorated with various kinds of test tubes. The contents unknown to you as a result of it not being your field of work. Paper documents are scattered on the floor with a few lab coats and plastic gloves here and there. At least youâre sure now that youâre in the right place. At the end of the room, you can see an ever bigger desk with a large computer on it, its screen almost measuring six by three feet.Â
Youâre the first to take some careful steps into the room, checking left and right for anything that might be out of the ordinary. Something that might look like the important piece of information the DSO needs. The air is cooler, more sterile than in the tunnels, but the awful stench remains.Â
Leon follows everything on the small iPad in his hand, staying a few blocks away from the entrance. This is a job meant for the two of you, as training. He can not interfere.Â
He can see you have reached the lab, your heartbeat quicker than normal as he checks your vitals. He listens to your steady breathing when you enter the room with your partner right behind you. Jonathanâs heartbeat however goes sky high, his breathing way more rapid than yours. Leon chuckles at the difference between you. The boy still has a lot more to learn. Compared to him youâre a natural. When a man and a woman go into the field together, youâd normally expect it to be the other way around.Â
Back down, you canât find anything lying around. So you decide to start with the computer. The piece of information has to be connected to it somehow. Looking down at the keyboard, you type incoherent words trying to get the computer to work since you donât see an on-switch anywhere.Â
You donât have to try very long, the computer turning on at the first key you press. Itâs not locked? How weirdâŠ
You take the mouse in your hand and go straight for the saved documents, searching for anything that might be valuable. And thank God youâre lucky. Various files were saved, starting from different kinds of chemicals to files about the test subjects they tried it out on. One particular folder takes your interest âThe Connections Corporationâ. You click it open.
Everything is in there. Their IP-adres, the people who carried out their work, reports from several top secret meetings⊠Guess you hit the jackpot.Â
You know what you have to do. Bending down, you look underneath the desk searching for the actual computer instead of looking at the monitor. When you find the black object, you take out your machete as you try to get the lid off. When you do, you look for the computer chip, carefully detaching it from the rest so you can take it with you.Â
You get back from under the desk. Your flashlight producing enough light so you can see it was still in good condition. As you go to put it in your pocket, Jonathan, who has been quiet all this time, steps up, snatching the computer chip out of your hand before putting it in his own pocket.
âIâll keep this safe, thank you very much.â he cockily sneers.
Fed up with his childish behavior, you turn around, ready to give him a piece of mind. Who does think he is, letting you do all the work and then showing off after?
What you see next however makes your blood run cold and your breath hitch, quickly swallowing the words you were going to say before shouting something else. âGet down!â
He listens immediately, hearing the urgency in your voice. His body goes down by a fraction of a second before you raise your gun and shoot the zombie behind him right between its eyes, its body falling limp on the ground.Â
Leonâs ears perk up as he hears the gunshot through the little earpieces, his eyes now focused on the screen of his iPad more than ever, his body on high alert. Youâre not supposed to run into any infected. He and Chris had scouted the perimeter before dropping you guys here. Itâs supposed to be safe. He can see the two dots on the screen signaling where you and Jonathan are standing, but thereâs no sign of a third person on the screen.
Youâre shaking, your breathing now rapid as you stare at the lifeless body on the ground before you. The first zombie you have ever seen and also your first kill. You take a few steps closer to inspect it more carefully.Â
Itâs the body of what once was a man, aged somewhere in his forties. It looks gaunt, caused by the lack of nutrition down here, its cheekbones pressing through its skin. Soulless, white eyes stare back at you, the skin between them torn by the shape of your bullet. Its jaw is what freaks you out the most, for itâs barely even there anymore. Half of it is still hanging from the upper part while the rest has been broken and torn off, smearing blood all over the neck, as the tongue hangs limply. That thing had been close enough to Jonathan to push him against the ground and kill him. How had he not heard something? How had you not heard something? If you hadnât turned aroundâŠ
The creature wears a labcoat, torn to pieces together with its shirt and trousers underneath. As you look better at the clothing, you start to realise one thing. Whatever kind of infected this thing was⊠It was already in this room before you first entered.Â
âI⊠I thought you said this room was clear?â You manage to get the first words out of your mouth when turning to Jonathan. He hasnât gotten up, still bending forward as you see him trying to wrap his head around whatâd just happened.Â
His lack of response angers you, so you take a step in his direction, now standing right before him as you make eye contact. âYou hear me?â Now slightly raising your voice, still trying to be as quiet as possible. âHey! Talk to me. You said this room was clear!â
His lips tremble when he speaks. âI⊠I did⊠It-it mustâve sneaked up on us back in the tunnels.â
âBullshit.â You spit back. âI checked our backs right until we walked into this room and not once did I see or hear an infected. Look at his labcoat you fucking moron. He was in this room all this time!â
âIâm sorry. I tried- I reallyâŠâ
âYou could have gotten us both killed.â You silence him as you aim your flashlight around the room, going through it a bit more thoroughly, checking behind and underneath all the desks to make sure that one infected was the only one.Â
When you finish your round, you step back towards Jonathan. âLook⊠Accidents happen. Just⊠Donât let this happen again alright?â You try to sooth him while stretching out your hand, helping him stand up again. Once heâs standing you check your ammo, ready to make your way back out. The sooner the better.Â
You only make it a few steps back towards the door, before you feel Jonathan grab your hand, stopping you. âThat thingâŠâ A tremor in his voice as he whispers â... It was so fucking close. If-if you hadnât shot it down, I might haveâŠâ He canât bring it in himself to finish that sentence. âThank you. Iâm so sorry I let you downâÂ
You gave him a soft smile. "Whatever. Letâs just go. I think weâve both had enough of this place.â
As he agrees, you both make your way out of the lab and down the stairs again, starting back through the almost endless looking network of tunnels.Â
Leon had moved considerably closer by now, being in the same street as the entrance you went through. Thereâs still no sign of any infected on his screen, so you both have to make it back without any problems.
You go in front of Jonathan as per usual, the water quietly sloshing around you, aiming your gun and flashlight straight ahead. To your relief, you donât run into any more filthy bioweapons from Umbrella. Which is a godsend really.
Your optimism is short-lived though. WIth only a few more corners to pass, you suddenly stop as you see a figure standing about fifty feet ahead. Â
Another infected stands right in the middle of the narrow tunnel, its back to you. Your previous gunshot must have alerted it. You curse under your breath, quickly putting your fist up as a silent motion for Jonathan to stop as well. You look at him, quickly bringing your index finger towards your lips as a sign for him to be quiet. He was already distracted though, eyes fixed on the thing thatâs ahead of us.
You see him slowly reach for the gun that is hanging from his right hip. As youâre trying to be as quiet as possible, a gun isnât the best option here. This has to be done as quietly as possible, to not attract any attention.
You quickly grab his arm to make him look at you, head turning as you make eye contact. You shake your head ânoâ, pushing his gun away, before taking your machete where itâs held at your lower back. You point towards his stone hammer, gesturing for him to do the same.Â
Leon is getting more and more worried now. Why have the two of you stopped again? Thereâs nothing showing on his screen, nothing that should be in your way. The way back to the exit should be clear.Â
You sign to Jonathan to stay put and for him to help you when things go wrong. A basic form of military sign language was part of your training back at the DSO.
As Jonathan nods, you take a deep breath before looking back at the creature before you. Thankfully it hasnât noticed you yet. As you gather all your courage, you grip your machete tighter as you make your way towards it.Â
It doesnât make any sounds. It isnât even moving, standing in the middle of the tunnel like a statue. The light of your flashlight and Jonathan's flare, not alarming it. Just like the one youâd killed back at the lab. Your heart almost pounding out of your chest as you near it, praying to every god above this would go well.
With only a few feet away, you can feel its rotting flesh starting to infiltrate your senses, almost wanting to gag at the repulsive smell. You take the last bits of distance in a hurry, raising your arm before sweeping it down with as much force you could manage. The blade makes contact with its neck, your cut clean, as in one full motion youâre able to cut its head off. The head falling to the side before the body tumbles into the water, the sound of the splash being something you could have avoided. Fuck.
As on cue, you hear a few gurgling moans coming from somewhere in front of you. You take some steps forward, seeing three infected coming from a nearby tunnel on the right thatâs connected to yours.Â
Theyâre different from the ones youâd seen before, more active and way louder. They seem way more aware of their surroundings too, your flashlight doing nothing to hide yourself as their heads all turn towards you, gaze feral, screeching, raising their arms while making their way to you. Shit.
This hasnât gone unnoticed by Jonathan either of course. His breathing uncontrollable as he shakes in his boots. âFuckâŠâ Clearly for him thereâs no point in being quiet anymore ââŠfuck âŠweâre gonna die. Weâre gonna fucking die!â
âNo weâre not. Jonathan, man the fuck up. Thereâs three of them and thereâs two of us, we can take them.â Why is it always you that has to encourage him?
The three infected have reached you within seconds, jaws snapping, out-stretched hands trying to get a hold of you. You dodge them and swing your foot into the chest of the first infected on your right, your strength enough to push him down, arms swaying. You donât waste any time. Standing over it you lift your machete before swinging it down with all your might, planting the knife right into its skull, body going limp.
The reeking hot breath of the second infected tingles your neck. Before it has a chance youâre spinning on your heels, water splashing, as you swing your knife again, the blade finding home into its neck. Not enough to kill it but plenty to imbalance him. As blood seeps from the wound, you pull back your machete, foot kicking its chest so it goes down. You plan to do the same thing you did to the one before. Standing over it you raise your weapon again.
All of a sudden you feel an immense impact on your back, causing you to drop your flashlight and machete, your body being pushed harshly against the stone wall. Youâre quick enough to turn around to prevent the flying hands from scratching you, instead grabbing the wrists and trying to pin them down. The third zombie that cages you in is enormous, towering over you by 6.6 feet, dwarfing you completely. Its broad chest and strong arms preventing you from getting away, its power momentarily too strong for your smaller frame. You grunt as you try to push it off, looking past it to see where Jonathan is.
He hasnât moved yet, still standing a few feet back with his mouth agape, clearly in shock.
âJonathan, don't just stand there! Help me out!â You shout, making him snap out of it.
He looks at you, then back at the infected on the ground, which is still moving, towards the infected that has you pinned against the wall. Heâs shaking like a leaf.
âJonathan!â Still no reaction.
Youâre getting desperate now, almost screaming. âJonathan please! Fucking shoot it!â
That seems to knock him out of his stupor. Sadly, not in the way you had hoped. Instead of picking up his gun and shooting the brute that holds you hostage, he passes you, almost jumping over the half dead infected lying on the ground. He looks at you almost in shame. âI-Iâm sorry.â Are his last words before bolting, leaving you to die and taking the flare with him.
Leon is sprinting towards the entrance, throwing all protocol aside. Technically, he isnât supposed to help, but fuck that.
Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach.
No, no, oh god no⊠The dread that fills you is almost enough to pull you down and lose the battle youâre having against the infected. But that can not happen. As long as youâre breathing you wonât go down without a fight. Itâs just branded into you like that.
Think. Come on, think!
There isnât anything around that can help you. You canât reach for one of your guns either or you risk getting bitten. You have to use your body, your own strength, to get out of here somehow.
When an idea strikes your mind, you do a quick mental prayer, literally jumping into action, all in the matter of two seconds. Pushing your whole body up, using the wall behind you as leverage, you kick the infected right in its chest with both of your feet. The action causes it to take a few steps back, releasing you, giving you a second to recompose yourself. In the little time that you have, you reach for the shotgun hanging from your back, swinging it to your front so you can hold it better with two hands. A simple pistol shot isnât gonna do the job you reckon.
You raise it, just in time, before the infected reaches for you again, its mouth open as it brings out a gurgling scream. You lift the shotgun right under its chin as you pull the trigger, not knowing what kind of damage it will cause.
The shot is loud. Its recoil pushes you back as you feel the pressure down to your core. The zombieâs face is blown off, blood and flesh splattering on the wall behind it, leaving only partial pieces of the head still standing. You almost gag as the body tips over, water splashing, mixing with blood as it makes contact with the ground. Pieces of brain and bone now scattered around it.
As you pant, you realize that the last infected, the one Jonathan had jumped over, was still alive. As you turn you see its body still wriggling in the water, face down. You pick up your machete again and make quick work of it. Pushing your foot down on its back you raise your weapon and bring it down with full force towards the wound youâd previously made. Flesh tearing and bone cracking as you end its life, fully decapitating it.
Meanwhile Leon has now reached the entrance to the tunnels, a weak Jonathan climbing out like the devil himself is after him. His gaze lifting as he hears the sound of running footsteps. âMr. KennedyâŠ?â
Leon forcefully pushes him out of the way without a second glance, jumping straight into the darkness below, heart pounding and gun drawn, moving as fast as he could.
He almost flinches when the unmistakable sound of a gunshot reaches his ears, the loud noise reverberating through the tunnels. Dread filling his heart as he quickens his pace even more. He takes a detour to the right, knowing the tunnels better than anyone as he had gone through them countless times before on previous missions. He realizes youâre not too far away from the entrance. He just hopes he makes it in time before you get hurt.
You stand up straight again, legs slightly wobbly from the exertion you had to go through while also a bit shaken up. You had never seen an infected before and now you had killed 4 of them in the span of 30 minutes. All in your first ever mission as well. Would have been easier if your partner hadnât left you behind thoughâŠ
You would show him what you were made of once you got out of here. He would have to run if he wanted to avoid you killing him. That alone was a wonderful motivation for you to move forward.
Being under the assumption itâs finally over, you place your machete back on the straps at your back, before going to retrieve the flashlight lying on the ground a few feet ahead of you.
The splashing of water, moaning combined with screeching fills the air once more, making you stop dead in your tracks. Your eyes widen, not believing the things youâre hearing. You thought that had been it. That youâd get to walk out of here now unscratched. Oh boy were you wrong.
Five new infected turn around the same corner the previous three had come from, all equally disgusting and horrifying in their own way.
You abort mission, leaving your flashlight for what it is. It will only draw more attention. You duck into the nearest alcove on your left, knees touching the wet ground as you kneel down, sogging the material of your trousers. At least you think itâs an alcove... You donât have time to check, as the infected are now standing in the middle of the tunnel. Your flashlight making sure you can still see their silhouettes in the dark.
Youâre lucky enough to survive the attack of three infected all by yourself, but taking on five at the same time is impossible. You can take three of them, but not five⊠Not five.
Thereâs no way around them either. Theyâre blocking your path towards the exit completely. Keeping you hostage. Panic seeps through you again like a cold blanket. You have to think of an escape plan, and fast. The infected wonât be standing there forever. Hunting you down being their number one objective, to go after the noise they heard. They will follow the tunnel farther down in your direction and if one of them dares to look you way, youâre done for.
As you carefully peek around the corner you can see them already stumbling your way. You look behind you, pitch blackness greeting you like a meager solution. The alcove seems to be a narrow hallway of sorts, leading you to god knows where. You donât have your flashlight on you either. You wonât be able to see a thing. Who knows what you might run into? And fighting something when you canât see, is like walking up to the gallows. You have to get your flashlight back but that will risk you being seen.
You take another look around the corner. Luckily, they havenât moved any closer. You figure that trying to fight the infected is your best shot at the moment. To get your flashlight quickly and use the dark hallway behind you as a plan B.
You reload your pistol and shotgun, getting yourself ready for what might be your last few minutes of being alive. Shotgun slung over your shoulder, pistol gripped tight in your right hand, you close your eyes, taking a few deep breaths.
You will try to get your flashlight first. After that your main goal is to hit as many headshots as possible. And if that goes wrong? Youâre bolting.
A gloved hand suddenly covers your mouth, preventing the faint scream from escaping your lungs. At the same time a strong arm wraps around you, pulling you against a hard chest, preventing you from moving any further. Your gun falls to the ground, making too much noise for your liking.
Using your body you push back against the hard surface behind you, wriggling your arms as you try to get free. Your head is pushed back, hitting someoneâs shoulder. As you try to look up, a familiar face comes into view, blue eyes meeting yours.
Leon releases your face, bringing his index finger towards his mouth, signaling for you to remain quiet. You quickly nod, a little perplexed as you realize heâs here. His grip around you making sure that youâre not just imagining things.
Moving around, he removes the arm that is slung around you and puts you behind him. As he slowly turns the corner heâs able to get a better look, seeing all the bloodshed you had caused, the infected slowly making its way towards you. He moves back, gesturing for you to come closer to him with his hand on your back so youâre squatting next to each other.
He communicates through sign language. Telling you to stay calm and to follow his lead, that everything is going to be alright. You believe him. With two agents against five infected the job will be more doable. When all of this is over, you have to think of a way to repay him. Repay him well.
Moving his hands he tells you his idea. The plan is to be stealthy and make as little of a mess as possible. Being the older and more experienced agent, he will move first with you right behind him. His axe and your machete at the ready. Before you turn the corner, he will throw a rock over the infected and into the other direction, trying to get their attention away from you. Then the two of you will move closer, each trying to take out one infected separately, two if youâre lucky. The rest will probably have to be done with a gun.
You sign back to the narrow tunnel behind you, to the way he came from. Wondering if that isnât a better option than the danger that lies before you. Leon shakes his head as he brings up all ten fingers before pointing behind him. Your eyes widen, shock clearly visible on your face. Your hands start to tremble. There are ten more back there? Did he sneak past all of them? The thought makes you shiver.
Leon sees the worry in your expression. Quickly putting his hand on top of yours. He makes sure your eyes are back on him. Clear blue staring back at you, he whispers the words âweâre going to be okâ. The warmth of his voice feels like a warm blanket around you, emitting a protective and secure feeling. His hand touching yours, sending goosebumps up your whole body.
All of a sudden you realize how close the two of you are actually sitting. Your knees barely touching, his hot breath slightly caressing your face. For the fraction of a second, you allow yourself to admire him. The few strands of hair slightly covering his eyes. The few wrinkles there, around his nose and on his forehead, signaling his experience in life. The light stubble with a few grey strands going through it, down towards his neck. Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. Down to the broad and muscular pectorals. His arms are a piece of art on its own, the muscles under his shirt bulging as heâs preparing for the fight thatâs about to come. He is⊠beautiful. You feel safe with him even though the situation isnât very bright looking.
To not let him notice you staring, you quickly take your hand away from under his grasp, signing back that you agree with his plan. You put your gun back into its holster and reach once again for your machete, keeping it ready. Leon does the same, his axe now gripped tightly in his hand, the blade still shining in the faint light that is given. You look at him and curtly nod, signaling that you are ready.
He picks up a nearby rock that lies neglected in the water, putting it ready at his feet. Raising three fingers between you, he looks into your eyes, signaling heâs about to count down. Another nod from you is the last assurance he needs.
One. Two. Three.
The rock goes flying. Straight over the heads of the infected, colliding to the tunnel wall with a sharp loud thud. As on cue the five heads turn in the direction of the sound, giving you and Leon exactly the opening you need.
Leon moves first, stalking the first infected on the left. Youâre right behind him, your eyes on the one next to it. The two of you move as quietly through the water as possible. The wrinkles betraying your position, thankfully not too obvious for the infected to notice. You try to be efficient, knowing youâre only given a handful of seconds before their attention will fall back to you.
Leon doesnât turn to look back, feeling your presence now next to him.
Like the two of you had practiced it a million times before, you both jump at the exact same time. Both of your weapons hitting its mark as you attack from behind.
The two creatures donât stand a chance. Both being beheaded at the same time. The sound of body parts falling brings the others out of their stupor, all of them turning to inspect what happened.
They donât get much time to act. The one closest to you is forcefully pushed back against the wall as you kick it in its chest. Leon racing past you to take care of the other two.
The one you had pushed against the wall, recovers quickly. Its arms sway as it tries to hurt you with strong perseverance. You swing your machete, the tip aiming down as you impale it right in the chest. A sound something between a gasp and screech falls from its lips as you pull the blade back out. Aiming it, you swing again. This time chopping both of its arms off. You finish with something thatâs starting to become your signature move. Blade slicing through its throat, vertebrae and neck. The head rolls into the water as the body slumps down against the wall.
Panting, you turn around, your gaze searching for Leon. He had downed the fourth infected. Now standing over it, foot placed on its chest, he gives the final blow. His axe planting itself into the skull, blood splattering everywhere as pieces of brain fall onto the ground.
Behind him you see the fifth infected taking advantage of Leon being distracted. Its mouth hanging open, blood already seeping out of it, as it starts for him, reaching for his neck. Leon being completely oblivious.
You donât have time to scream or shout his name. You raise your machete instead before aiming. With a groan you throw it. The blade swinging through the air before sheeting itself into the neck of your target. The strength of your blow causes the infected to fall to the side. Wriggling in the water with a strangled groan leaving its bloodied mouth.
You reach it in no time. Taking your blade out of its neck before lifting your foot. Bringing it down with full force you break the skull, crushing the bone. Its brain is a mash up underneath your boot as you hear the bone crunch. You quickly pick up the flashlight as you look around. Feeling the adrenaline coursing through your body, awaiting a new threat.Â
As your eyes fall upon Leon, you see him already looking at you, panting as well and eyes wide. A faint look of disbelief on his face, like he almost couldnât understand how youâd killed the infected before he did.
âYou⊠uh⊠Well done.â He nodded, casting his eyes to the ground. He takes his own flashlight out of his pocket before lighting it. Inhaling sharply through his nose, he takes a few steps forward, now standing directly next to you. He checks the way ahead before clearing his throat. âWe need to get out of here.â
As on cue you hear an immense blast coming down the way you came from. The tunnels shake as dust and a few rocks come down from the ceiling. The two of you both bending over, Leonâs arm slightly hovering over you as a form of protection.
âWhat theâŠâ you hear him whisper.
âMr. Kennedy, what was that?âÂ
The next thing you know, multiple screeches and moans fill the area again. The sound coming exactly from where the huge blast had come from. Not just the screeching of four or five infected. No⊠There are more. Way more. It almost seems as if the blast from before had opened up a gate of some sorts. The gates of hell, freeing its most horrendous kind of demons.Â
As you hear the thunder of footsteps and snarling getting closer, you realize this is not something the two of you can fight off on your own. Not even with all the guns you have on you. Leon seems to be sharing the same thought, quickly grabbing your arm and turning you around. âRun to the exit, now!â
You donât have to be told twice. Aiming your flashlight to prevent yourself from falling down, you sprint through the tunnels. Leon right behind you. Occasionally looking behind him as he draws his gun. You do the same as you do not know what kind of surprises might still lie ahead.Â
The snarls get louder behind you, signaling the infectedâs proximity. They are faster than you, you realize. Way faster, even though they donât see a thing in the dark. Must be some weird type of mutation Umbrella cooked up in one of their labs.Â
As you round the final corner, you finally get to see the light of day. Literally. The hole in the concrete that you came through, being about two hundred feet up ahead. You run towards it as fast as you can. But sprinting slightly uphill with water to slow you down isnât very ideal. Both Leon and you are having a hard time getting up.
Youâre halfway when you look behind you. Seeing at least 6 infected rounding the corner you just passed yourself, with more to follow. Youâre not as brave now as you were before, fear seeping into your bones again. Fear of not making it in time and having to die out here. âTheyâre getting closer!âÂ
Leon ceases his sprinting and turns around. âGo! Iâm right behind you!âÂ
The first shot of his pistol rings through your ears as it hits its target. The one infected running at the front falling down, the rest crawling over its body like madmen. More shots follow as you hear Leon take out one after the other.Â
You look back down once you reach the top and see Leon still shooting as fast as he can. As the infected get concerningly closer. You take out your sniper rifle, aiming down and looking through the scope. âMr. Kennedy câmon, Iâll cover you!âÂ
You wait as you analyze your targets. Waiting for the perfect shot as you donât have as much ammo on you as you actually need for the rifle. You grin as three infected align perfectly. The red dot of your scope marking the first one's head. The other two running behind it. You take the shot. Your bullet bursting through their brains in one fluid motion, downing them in a mere second. Because of the silencer, your first shot is almost inaudible. But it does not go unnoticed by Leon as you hear him curse under his breath before turning. Â
As heâs sprinting up towards you, you do everything in your power to make sure he gets up safe. Only needing a handful of seconds to down the first litter. Sniping is something youâve excelled at ever since you started at the DSO. Being often told your sniper skills are better than anyone else's, you take immense pride in the skill.Â
Well your training is definitely paying off now.
Leon reaches the top incredibly fast. Grabbing your hand he pushes you towards the ladder. âHurry...âÂ
You swing your rifle onto your back before grabbing the metals bars and climbing up. You hear Leon fire a few more shots before following suit. Reaching the top, you lean against the steep concrete wall, regaining your balance before bending down. Your hand reaches for Leonâs as you try to help him up. His warm firm grasp embraces yours. With one strong tug you pull him up.Â
Something counters your strength, Leon groaning as heâs being pulled down again. A loud curse escapes him. One of the infected has managed to gain up on him and grasp onto his lower leg. As it grabs him with both of its claws and tries to climb up, you know heâll get bitten if you donât act quickly. Freeing your pistol from its holster, you aim right between its dead eyes. Not hesitating as you pull the trigger. The blow causes the creature to fall back down, taking two others with him who were also trying to get up the ladder.
With Leon now free, you continue pulling him back up. As he gets up next to you on the concrete wall, you grasp for your shotgun again, aiming towards the next filthy infected thatâs right behind him. You pull the trigger. The immense blast making it tumble back down in several pieces.
You hear Leon shout next to you. âThereâs too many. Run!âÂ
Climbing up the steep wall, you hear the sharp clinging of metal next to you. You look back at Leon. The metal pin of the grenade heâs holding, being the source of the noise. You see him pull out the pin before throwing it carelessly behind him. He pushes you forward. âGo! Shitâs about to blow!âÂ
With a last look behind him, he throws the grenade back at the infected, before taking a final sprint. You see it land right at the bottom of the hole, at least twenty zombies now filling the area that you came from while some were climbing the ladder again. Leon wraps his arm around your middle and pushes you out of the tunnel as fast as he can.Â
Finally reaching the top, the two of you climb out, leaving the evil darkness behind. Now running on the street you only manage a few more steps before your body is catapulted. As the bomb goes off behind you, you hear the deafening sound of rubble coming down. Shaking the asphalt below your feet. You fall on your front. Your arms wrap around your head to prevent yourself from getting hurt. Leon falls on top of you. His body now involuntarily protecting yours from any flying debris.Â
After a few seconds the rumbling and screeching from the infected quiets down. You feel the pressure of Leonâs body slightly crushing you. The smell of sweat and dirt mixed with the smell of freshly washed linen fill your senses like a warm blanket thatâs being wrapped around you. Oddly enough, you donât mind his crushing weight.Â
A few more moments pass before you feel him shift above you. Slowly lifting himself up as a groan falls from his lips. One hand positioned at your waist as the other holds himself up. You dare look up yourself.
Smoke fills the air, providing an even more thick and impenetrable fog than there already was. Pieces of rubble and dirt all scattered around the place. As you look back at the hole in the ground that you came through, you only see a big pile of debris left. What once was an entrance to one of the Umbrella labs had now caved in, taking the infected with it. The grenade had sealed them in like a tomb.
You feel Leonâs firm grip as he lifts you from the ground. Once back on your feet, youâre turned towards him. One hand still on your shoulder as he starts inspecting you from head to toe. Brows furrowed as heâs looking for any sign of injuries. âAre you alright?â He asks hurriedly, his gaze now coming up to meet yours. Searching your eyes to make sure youâre not hurt.
You nod, slightly nervous because of his touch. âI-Iâm fineâŠâ You say before looking at your feet. The intense eye contact a bit too demanding for you to hold. Looking back at the destroyed entrance you huff in approval. âGood thinking, throwing the grenade back there. I thought we were goners.â You joke, trying to lift up the mood. His hand leaves your shoulder as he quietly hums. Looking back at the pile of debris, a frown is edged on his face. Still cautious that anything might come through the rubble and attack you. You admire that about him, just as much as you find it very attractive.
âMr. KennedyâŠâ He looks back at you. His gaze making you slightly weak in the knees. â⊠I- Thank you. If it werenât for you, I wouldâve never made it out of there alive.â Your words seem to soften something inside of him. The frown on his face now slowly vanishing.
âNo need to thank me really.â He says, shaking his head. âYou shouldnât have had to go through that. Chris and I, we checked the perimeter for any danger before you guys even came here. If⊠If I had known there were so many infected, I would have never sent you down there. Iâm so sorry.â You see the regret in his eyes, the immense disappointment in himself for failing you like that. As your superior it is his responsibility to look after you and keep you safe during training. To adjust your tactics and give you tips in any way he can. He couldnât even do that.
âThis wasnât supposed to happen?â
Your eyes widen as he shakes his head no. You suddenly realize what kind of catastrophe you had just avoided. Your whole mission was to just get the computer chip back from the lab and return without scratches. No zombies blocking your path whatsoever. No wonder Jonathan ran off like a pussy.
You see Leon having difficulty with the situation he had put you in. Not daring to meet your eyes, he averts his gaze to somewhere slightly above you. His shoulders a little bit tense, as his hand goes behind his neck to awkwardly start scratching at the skin. You feel bad for him... This man, who saved you when no one else did, did not deserve to feel this distraught. According to the many stories from his past missions when he was younger, heâd already felt enough of that.
âYou shouldnât feel guilty. No one can predict something as horrifying as what has just happened.â Your words are honest and warm as you try to gain his attention.
Leon curtly nods, looking for the way ahead. âLetâs go.â He mumbles before taking a few steps through the mist, discarding your words.
Having none of it, you quickly follow his steps. Reaching out to grab his lower arm, you make him turn, forcing him to lock eyes with you before saying your next words of truth. âMr. Kennedy⊠Please believe me when I say itâs fine. Really. You did everything you could. If it werenât for you Iâd be dead.â
âIf it werenât for me, you wouldnât even be in this situation right now.â He grumbles, eyes cold.
âBut I am.â You take a step closer before continuing. âAnd thatâs not because of you, but because I chose to be here. I chose to become a DSO agent and to do this mission with you. I chose to step into that tunnel and continue the mission. If I wasnât prepared to face any danger, I would have just dropped out of the program.â
Leon sighs before clenching his jaw, not very much convinced. âStill⊠I should have known.â
âBut you didnât. And thatâs ok. Mistakes happen. Look, Jonathan didnât check the lab for threats very well when we were down there and I still forgave himâŠâ
Youâre interrupted as Leonâs gaze fixates on something moving behind you. âSpeaking of whichâŠâ
You turn around, a gasp escaping you. There, sitting on a withered metal bench, was none other than Jonathan. His hunched over form taking shape through the mist. He notices you at the exact same time. Eyes wide and mouth agape as he sees youâve made it out alive with Leon standing right next to you.
You inhale sharply, eyes narrowing as you feel your head getting warm. You grind your teeth as he stands up. His lips forming a small smile, hand on his chest almost like heâs relieved. Like he forgot what heâd done to you. How heâd abandoned you. A strange feeling of rage flows through you, blood pumping through your veins as you march towards him. You roll up your sleeves before clenching your fist, holding it steady at your side. With only a few feet away, he opens his arms in mock gesture, inviting you in, believing you to be a dumb rookie agent. âOh thank God, I was so worr-â
You donât give him time to finish his sentence. Your fist colliding full force against his upper jaw, nose breaking as you give him the hardest punch you could muster. A cry, that sounds anything but manly, bursts from his lips. His body tumbling over as he falls to the side.
âTell someone who actually gives a shit.â You snarl, desperately trying to stay calm before you do anything worse.
Blood seeps from his nose, his hand reaching for it as he inspects the damage. A look of dismay is thrown at you when he sees the blood coating his fingers. His eyes search for your superior. Leon, standing only a few feet behind you, whoâs been watching you the whole time. He doesnât interfere. Youâve earned it.
âHey! Youâre just letting her get away with this? You got nothing to say about that?â Jonathan says in disbelief. Voice raising as he throws the words at Leon.Â
You have to do your very best to hold yourself back. Your hand itching to punch him again. You hear the sturdy footsteps of Leonâs boots behind you as he comes closer. Turning your head to see him stop right next to you, you notice the tiny smirk heâs holding. His eyes turn as cold as ice before fixating on Jonathan. âYouâre out.â
Jonathan scrambles to get up as his brows furrow and his mouth falls open in shock. âWhat?â
Leon doesnât miss a beat to repeat himself. âYouâre out. When we get back to the DSO, you take your bags and leave.â
âWhat? Wait! No-no-noâŠâ He panics, hand reaching inside his pocket, taking out the computer chip he had taken from you. â... I got the computer chip. The important piece of information you guys were searching for. I completed the mission!â
Leon chuckles while shaking his head, staying very calm. He takes the chip out of Jonathanâs grasp, collecting it in his own pocket. âYou didnât do shit kid.â He takes another step closer. Looking Jonathan dead in the eye. âYou abandoned your partner in a situation where she needed you most. Running off like a little bitch you left her there to die. The number one rule in a partnership is you both complete a mission and leave no one behind. She-â he says while looking at you for a split second â-has more courage and intelligence in her than you could ever fathom. If it werenât for her youâd be fucking dead. And thatâs how you repay her?â
You see Jonathanâs Adam's apple bob. Probably swallowing the last remnants of pride he has left. A look of betrayal is shot at you. âYou told him?â
As much as you want to reply, Leon beats you to it. âShe didnât have to tell me anything. I heard everything that was said between the two of you.â
As both you and Jonathan stare at him with a questioning look, he raises his hand and points towards the little earpiece. You chuckle as Jonathan curses. âSon of a bitchâŠâ
You have to refrain yourself from laughing too hard. Instead your lips part as you smirk, staring back at Jonathan with a satisfied look on your face.
Leon grabs him by the shoulder and pushes him forward. âNow get back to the dropping site and after that I donât want to see you ever again.â
A low grumble falls from Jonathanâs lips as he starts walking, shoulders slumped, his head bent down in shame. You and Leon follow suit. Just a few feet behind him. With the adrenaline slowly wearing off and your skin still sweaty, you start getting goosebumps. Even now with the sun at its highest peak, itâs still not enough to keep you warm.
âYou ok?â A little bit startled by his question, you look back at Leon, his eyes already on you.
âYeahâŠâ You nod quickly, not wanting him to worry. âJust a little bit cold, that's all.â
He frowns at your words, gaze dropping towards your bare arms, seeing the hairs on your skin standing up. He moves a bit more towards you as youâre walking, dropping his voice a little so only you can hear him. âJust a little longer and weâll be back at the car in no time. You can warm yourself up there.â
He doesnât know why he tells you that. Why he says those words of comfort or why he suddenly feels the strange need to look after you. Is it because youâre a woman? Or is there something more? Something hidden. Something buried deeper within himself that heâs desperately trying to ignore.
When heâd found you back in the tunnels, he was impressed at how well you were able to hold yourself up. At how well your resilience was in the midst of danger. The massacre you had caused all by yourself was something on the level of more experienced and seasoned agents. The way you had moved and used your machete, like you had been doing it for years. The way the faint light of your flashlight had reflected the sweat on your pale skin. How your biceps, which were considerably smaller compared to his, had moved when you parried every attack. And donât get him started on that precision kill you did with your sniper rifle. Killing three infected with just one shot? You had outdone yourself, immensely. It had triggered his attention.
And when you got up to punch Jonathan in the face? He hadnât moved. On the contrary, he had found it very amusing. Seeing your smaller frame march up to him like a little pitbull before breaking his nose. He even found it a bit attractive as well, though he didnât want to admit that to himself. You were twenty years younger for goodness sake. You probably thought he was an old creep you had to train with.
Despite his worrying, he can see your eyes soften at his words. A warm smile now covering your face that manages to shake something in him. You also lower your voice. âThank you again Mr. Kennedy. For everything, really.â
He wants nothing more than to tell you that you can just call him by his first name. To be more familiar with him. But heâs your superior⊠He has to stay professional. So he answers in the best way he can. âItâs nothing. Iâm glad I was there.â Offering you a warm smile in return, you continue your way back to the dropping point.
He feels guilty. So immensely guilty. Thereâs no way to describe it. He should have known better. Should have seen the bioterrorism pop up on the scanners when he and Chris had first scouted the area. Years of being in the field, facing danger and managing to survive every single day, years of training⊠and heâd still failed. Had failed you. He tells himself heâs no better than Jonathan. No better than the men at the DSO who think less of you just because youâre a woman. He doesnât deserve your kind words and compassion. If anything he should be thankful youâre still looking at him with such respect.
With you walking slightly in front of him now, he lets his eyes wander to your smaller frame. Resting on your hair, slightly dirty from all the dust and debris, neatly woven into a French braid. A couple of strands have come loose, framing your face. The color of your hair is a pretty contrast to the dark navy blue of your shirt. As he looks up, he admires your youthful face. Adorning a few little freckles, mostly around your nose, with eyes that shine bright even in the darkest of places. The pale skin of your arms and neck, decorated with a few beauty marks here and there.
The black harness holding your weaponry is tight around your chest, showing off your slim figure and small waist. He notices the zipper of your shirt had come down a bit, revealing the sheen of sweat on your chest caused by all the exertion. A single drop running down, disappearing between the swell of your breasts. He lets his gaze drop lower. To the shape of your hips. To your machete thatâs carefully placed above your gorgeous behind. The knife softly swaying from side to side with each step you take.
And when the grenade went off⊠When he lay on top of you⊠When he felt your warmth pushed against his crotchâŠ
Jesus Christ.
âWhat do you think of me?â
âWhat?â Leon says, startled by your voice. He shakes his head, almost like waking up from a dream. Eyes coming back up to meet yours with a faint blush already starting to form.
âThe missionâŠâ You say. âHow did I do?â Fuck. Focus Kennedy. Get your act together.
He clears his throat, swallowing the last bit of spit, his mouth going dry. âYou uh⊠You were great. Amazing in fact.â Is that too much for him to say as your superior? Does it sound weird? A simple ok as Chris always says to the rookies wonât do you any justice. He can tell you the truth, right?
You look at him with these big doe-like eyes, almost knocking the air straight out of him. He has to admit it to himself. You are⊠beautiful.
âSo⊠I passed then?â You question him. âOh you did more than just pass.â He chuckles, keeping the double-sided meaning of that sentence as a joke to himself.
âWhat do you mean?â
He sighs. How do you not realize how good you are? âLet me put it this way. Out of all the agents back at the DSO⊠There arenât many with as much resilience as you, who would have faced a horde of infected alone on their first ever mission. You held your own back there. Aiding me and complementing my strategies. Following my directions, moving the way I wanted you to, like youâve been doing it for years. Youâre the perfect partner I have missed for so long. So no, you didnât just pass. If anything I would almost say youâre a full fletched agent who doesnât need any more training.â
You stop dead in your tracks. âWhat are you saying Mr. Kennedy?â
âIâm saying that as far as Iâm concerned, you have passed your training. Let me have a talk with Chris. Letâs see what I can do. Maybe⊠I could secure you a good position at the DSO. Give you security.â
You smile at him. âThank you sir, and I donât mean to be disrespectful, but⊠I donât think an office job is really it for me.â
He returns your smile. âNo⊠I donât think it is. But I didnât mean a position at the office. Sadly enough, it is clear you were made for the field.â
It should feel weird to have someone tell you youâre good at killing. That youâre âmadeâ to fulfil missions in very dangerous circumstances. Instead, his words feel like a compliment to you. A feeling thatâs so refreshing after the various laughs and sneers from your fellow male DSO colleagues.
âThank you Mr. Kennedy. For everything. I donât know how I can repay you.â
âYou never have to.â
After a small hour of walking, the three of you make it back to the dropping point. Chris and his two rookies are already waiting.
At the sight of Jonathanâs miserable expression and bloody nose, Chrisâs smirk starts to form. âWell well well⊠Seems like the mission was a disaster after all. Where the hell have you been Kennedy? We already finished an hour ago.â
You huff, a little irritated by his remark. If only he knew how Jonathan got that broken nose. What you have been throughâŠ
Leon walks up to him. âShut up Chris.â His gaze flickers to Jonathan then back to you. He lets it linger there for a second. Blue eyes demanding your attention. Sending shivers down your spine. Thereâs a message in them. One of certainty, of protection⊠of dominance. He sends you a comforting smile before looking back at Chris. His voice is deep and steady as he speaks.
âWe need to talk.â
Thank you for reading. <3 I'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors. Please feel free to comment so I can correct them.
I really feel like writing a part 2 for this. So let me know if anyone's interested.
Poppi xxx
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[SUM] â texting your boyfriend leon
[CHARS] â leon kennedy
[TAGS] â suggestive, established relationship, rookie!leon, mild angst, fluff, mention of trafficking (mission)
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Shower Talk
Re9 husband Leon Kennedy x wife reader
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Youâre currently in your kitchen cleaning up the dinner youâd made for yourself, and for when Leon gets home from his two week long work trip for yet another mission for the secret police.
Thatâs when you hear the soft click of the front door closing behind you.
Before you can turn to see him, you feel two large hands wrap around your waist from behind.
You feel his tall figure press into your back, then his hot breath fanning across your neck.
ââŠMissed you so much.â He presses a kiss to your neck right beneath your ear, and the stubble along his jawline tickles your skin.
You couldnât help but smile and grab onto his hands that were on your waist. âHow was the work trip?â
The question goes unanswered, and Leon presses more kisses along your skin, slowly littering down toward your collarbone.
âLeonââ
âMnnnââ He mumbles against your skin. âLemme love on my wife right now.â
You let out a small laugh, and shift your body out of his grasp, and around to meet his face. He looked as tired as he always did when coming home from long missions.
âI donât wanna talk about work shit right now.â He murmured low.
âWell as your wife I wanna make sure youâre okay.â Your gaze lifts to meet his sharp, blue eyes.
âIâll be fine.â He shakes his head, and his hands find your waist again tugging you back into him again, this time facing him. ââŠJust missed you.â
You knew that was part of the truth of why he looked so tired. You always knew the jobs heâd leave for had him working non stop.
âOkay. Well, I made dinner. I can heat some up for you if youâd want some?â You donât take your eyes off of him as he stares down at you.
âThe only thing I want right now is you.â He rasps, and then you feel him step forward.
Leon walks forward, making you move backward until the back of your thighs are pressed against the cold kitchen counter.
Heâs leaning down about to press a kiss to your lips, and thatâs when you press a finger to his mouth stopping him. âMaybe shower the work stench off of you first.â You huff out a laugh.
You knew from the stories heâd told you before that he's fought and killed so many undead creatures and zombies that he likely also smells like the corpses heâs taken down in the last couple of days.
A rough laugh leaves Leonâs lips, as you move your hand away from his mouth. âOnly if you get in with me.â
Your lips curve and you smile. âFine.â
You just couldnât say no to him.
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You and Leon are already completely washed head to toe now, yet you're still under the hot water of the showerhead.
But youâre both in another world.
His lips are on yours, like they have been for the past five minutes or more.
They trail from your lips to your jaw, and down your neck. The stream of the shower and Leon are now both completely consuming you.
His hands find your bare hips and tug you forward, right against him, and your hands press against his damp chest.
âI need youâ I need you so bad. It was killing me having to wait to see you until I got home.â His voice rasped lowly, as his large body hovered above you in the steamy shower.
One of your hands lifts up to cup his cheek. âThen what are you waiting for?â
Leon wasted no time.
In two seconds you were lifted up, his large hands holding onto your thighs and pressing you right up against the cold tile wall of the shower.
His kisses are now messy when he reconnects his lips with yours, then trails them down your skin again. He kisses all the way down and along your collarbone, making your breath hitch each time he softly nips your skin. The stubble along his jawline tickles your bare skin each time his lips move.
He tugs away from you. âYouâre literally the most perfect thing in the world. The whole time I was gone, you were all I could think about.â
âYeah?â You raised a brow, with a hint of teasing in your tone. âWhat about me did you think about?â
He lets out a shaky exhale, and he shifts again. He sits your feet back down on the shower floor, and spins you around. Your back is now pressed against his bare chest, as the hot water runs along both of you.
Leonâs large hands start to roam over your wet skin as the hot water continues to pour over you both.
His hands start near your hips, and chills immediately rush over your body as his fingers graze up higher and higher.
As his hands move up toward your bare chest, his lips reconnect with your neck, his stubble tickling your skin again, as he places sloppy kisses there.
âThought about this the entire time I was gone, sweetheart. I just wanted to come home to my beautiful wife, and show her just how much I love her.â His breath tickles your ear as he speaks.
Leon, hands then quickly cup your bare chest, making your breath hitch.
âYouâre perfect, god.â He practically whines into your ear.
Then his fingers start to move. His thumbs and index fingers find the sensitive buds of your nipples and start rolling them in between his fingers.
âLeonââ You huff out a soft moan.
âLet me hear you, baby. Been wanting to hear my name from your sweet lips since I left.â He rasps.
His lips continue to kiss, nip, and lick the skin of your neck, as his fingers keep rubbing the sensitive skin of your chest.
âI- I need more Leonâ please.â You plead, almost embarrassed by the fact you could feel that familiar spark of a starting orgasm starting to form, just from his playing with your sensitive nipples.
âMore hmm?â His fingers stop moving along your chest, as his breath continues to tickle your ear as he speaks. âTell me then. I wanna hear exactly what you want.â
You take a shaky breath in. âWanna feel you. I.. need to feel you.â
You heard a noise from Leon behind you in the steamy shower. He practically moaned under his breath.
âHave to make sure youâre ready for me first, my love.â He finally answers.
And just like that his hands start to trail down lower, leading all the way in between your legs.
As his fingers trailed against your skin, thatâs when you felt his more obvious hard-on from behind you, as it pressed against your bare ass.
Leonâs hands make their way between your thighs, and immediately go straight into action.
He runs two digits through your folds, and then finds your clit.
âOh my godâŠâ You gasp.
âJesus you're wet, wetter than the damn shower.â One of his normally corny comments cuts through, but youâre too focused on what his fingers are doing.
His fingers rub your clit, pinching gently, before they move lower, circling your entrance.
Two of his fingers slip inside, and you throw your head back further against him.
He places even more wet kisses to your neck, as he starts to curl his fingers inside you, quickening more and more as he watches the pleasure start to flow through you.
The feeling of his fingers hitting your g-spot over and over and the steamy bathroom all together was an overwhelming sensation.
Itâd been weeks without doing anything like this with Leon, so you felt overly sensitive in general, and you already felt the spark of your orgasm starting again.
Until it stopped.
Along with Leon removing his fingers.
âLeonââ
He cuts off your argument, and his hands are fast to grip your hips and spin you around again.
âHands on the wall.â He demanded in a low rasp.
You quickly listened to his words, and placed your hands on the shower wall.
âGood girl.â He almost growls under his breath, and he comes closer behind you.
Thatâs when you feel him again.
Leonâs dick is now pressed against you from the back, as he is rubbing himself through your folds from behind.
âJesus.â He grunts. âYouâre ready hmn?â
âPleaseââ
Before you can even finish your plea, he pushed into you in one fast thrust.
âLeon!â
âFucking shit, babyââ He groans, starting to almost pant, as he quickly started to pull out and push right into you again.
His pace is brutal. His thrusts are deep, and hard.
Your mouth hangs wide open, as you can barely get words out, only small breaths and pants leave your lips.
âSo fucking tightâhahhâ jesus.â He growled low, and his hands ran up with bare back, then to your front, cupping your chest and tugging your entire body against his frame.
He started to thrust into you even faster now, as your back is pressed extremely close to his chest.
You felt your orgasm already coming close. You knew it was coming, and you couldnât hold the feeling back anymore.
âYou gonna cum for me, baby?â He grunts, as he continues to slam into you.
âY-yeah- please.â You plead again.
âThen cum for me.â He commands, already on the brink of his own release from how pent up heâs been too. âCum on my fucking dick, baby.â
His words were the last thing to take you over the edge, and you immediately came.
Your legs shook, as your thighs instinctively clenched together, and his thrusts didnât stop.
His pace got sloppy, and then in a couple final slams of Leonâs hips he let out a low groan from his throat as he finished inside you. âH-holy fuckââ
The two of you stay glued together as you both catch your breath, just the sound of the water running is the only thing heard.
After Leon slowly pulls out of you, he turns you around to face him. He places a soft kiss to your lips and then adds one last cheesy comment.
âIf this is how Iâm treated when I get home after long work missions, I think I need to step up my game and try to kill zombies faster.â
âLeon.â You rasp softly.
âHmm?â
âYou just came inside me, and your first thought to say out loud after⊠is telling me youâre gonna kill more zombies?â You let out a shaky laugh.
âWell duh. How else am I gonna get home faster to do it again?â A cheesy smile runs over his lips.
Leon Kennedy will be the death of you.
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A/N Hope yall enjoyed!! Currently trying to repost all my fics and things from my oneshot book on Wattpad!
What you took from me
Leon Kennedy x f!reader
Based off of this anon request!
Notes: since Iâm stumped on the zombie series decided to do this request! Def not in love with it but hopefully itâs decent enough for the request:) also I think over 7k words sorry(^ïœĄ^) I was imagining re4! Leon
Warnings: angst and some more angst, reader hurts herself, depression, feelings of worthlessness and probably suicidal thoughts, hurt/comfort, probs ooc Leon bc heâs so comforting, blood, past abuse
Time slowed down. The air in the kitchen was suddenly too thick, each breath feeling unsatisfied yet overwhelmingly suffocating. An abrupt intense sensation of heat flashed through you, spreading through your neck, your chest, your face. Sweat prickled at your hairline. Your vision blurred and your hearing became muted, the only feeling you were keenly aware of was the increasingly heavy pound of your heart.
You didnât think you could breathe, so mentally far away you werenât even mindful of your progressively shallower breaths. Your unfocused gaze was unable to stray away from the crinkled envelope, fingers so sweaty little damp spots had formed on the paper. You were going to be sick, vision starting to swarm, room starting to spin.
Synopsis: Who's going to match your freak? Yep, Leon.
Tags: DILF!Leon (RE9 requiem) x F!reader, established relationship, age gap (not specified but all legal), smut, bondage (Leon tied to the bed), overstimulation, handjobs, lots of semen, cowgirl, creampie, unprotected sex, silly nicknames, reader is a tease, Leon begging and more!
Note: I finally had time to post this! I enjoyed writing it because I'm a bit of a freak too hehe đ please ignore any mistakes đđ»
For a long time, you thought you were a complete freak, since none of your previous boyfriends matched your freakness. None of them wanted to let you overstimulate him, tie him up, or fuck you somewhere outdoors. They were so boring that you simply resigned yourself to the fact that maybe you were the problem, not them.
But God, you were wrong. You hadn't met the man yetâno, your ideal man. And that was Leon.
You wanted to try cook warming him? He'd let you. You wanted him to fuck you in the back seat of his Porsche after a date? He would. Maybe it was because he was older and would do anything to please his little princess. I mean, you.
That brought you to the situation you were in now. You were sitting on top of Leon, tying his wrists to the headboard with one of his ties, following the tutorial you'd seen online. A small, low laugh escaped Leon's lips as he watched you so focused while you did it.
"Happy?" he asked, seeing you smile proudly at your handiwork. You stepped back a little to take in the sight: Leon tied to the bed, shirtless and wearing only his boxers. You could see the veins in his arms perfectly because of his position, and when you looked down, you could see he was already half-hard. "I'm not the only one happy here." you replied, letting out a small giggle.
That's how the game started. You spent at least five minutes teasing him, first rubbing and kissing the tip through the thin fabric until there was a dark stain. Then, you slowly pulled down his boxers until his length sprang up proudly to bump against your cheek. "Pretty." You whispered, mesmerized by your boyfriend's cock and how its already burning tip dripped eagerly.
"Hey, don't look at me like that." Leon's teasing tone snapped you out of your trance, making you look like a deer caught in headlights. "It's not my fault you have a pretty dick." You complained, pouting. But before Leon could open his mouth and tell another one of his lame jokes, the squeeze you gave his cock interrupted him with a low moan.
"You think you can cum like that? All intact?" You asked, using that innocent tone that belied your dirty ways. "Babe." His raspy voice came out low, trying to sound like a warning, but it came across as a pathetic plea, lacking any authority. You let out a small chuckle before finally giving him what he wanted.
Leon's abdomen was a complete mess at this point, a sticky mess. The sound of your hand sliding up and down for his length was obscene, a thoroughly wet squelching. Leon's big, firm thighs contracted each time his hips gave weak, instinctive thrusts against your fist.
"I'm close again, fuckâ" He groaned loudly, throwing his head back and arching his back from the overstimulation of his sensitive cock, which twitched slightly between your fingers. This would be his third orgasm, brought on simply by your soft hand. He wanted to feel you, he really wants. "Come on, baby, let me feel you." He growled softly, reflexively tugging at his tie around his wrists. "Just ride me, come onâplease." This time it sounded more like a plea. His hips rose helplessly toward your fist at the mere thought of being inside you.
You looked at him through your lashes with a lazy smile, lying comfortably between his legs as you masturbated him. You were so beautiful like that, but fuck, he just wanted to fuck you until that smile was wiped off your lips.
"Lucky you, I'll be merciful." You murmured, leaning down to place a small kiss on his dripping tip before climbing on top of him until you were straddling him. You were so arrogant, relishing having him vulnerable and begging for you. You felt powerful right now.
You brought your heat close enough for his tip to slide easily over your wet folds, brimming with your arousal. You slowly rubbed yourself all over his cock, from base to tip, letting him feel how wet you were. A trembling sigh escaped his lips as he watched intently as your folds parted with each stroke. You almost laughed at the sight of his furrowed brows and his hips lifting toward your cunt, trying to get more than just the friction that seemed to torture him in the most exquisite way.
When you grew tired of keeping him on the edge, your hand slid down to finally guide him to your entrance. The slide was delicious, feeling every inch slowly fill you, eliciting a long moan from both of you. Your hips began to move lazily back and forth, seeking to have your clit rub against his sticky pelvis, making you moan softly.
"You're wicked..." Leon murmured, breathing heavily. He was clearly trying not to come, he'd been trying ever since you were fully inside him. A beautiful red flushed his cheeks, his jaw was relaxed, and his eyes could barely stay open. "Absolutely wickedâholy shit." he concluded, tensing as you began to bounce on his cock. His hands tugged weakly again against the stupid knot you'd made.
You barely lifted a few inches before back down hard, giving him a good view of how you soaked his cock completely with your juices with each thrust. Leon's blurry gaze shifted to your tits, which bounced in front of him as if mocking him, then down to watch his member disappear effortlessly inside you, creating that wet sound that drove him wild.
"I'm gonna cumâ" he moan, but the warning came too late because he was already emptying himself completely inside you. The sensation of your walls milking him to the last drop was too much, it was all so hot and wet that he couldn't help but tremble beneath you. But you didn't stop there. You kept bouncing hard against his trembling cock and rubbing against him, causing his red tip to kiss that spongy spot inside you.
"What was that? Ten secondsâOw!" Your words were cut short when he easily yanked his tie, freeing himself to push you down onto the bed. "W-What? That's cheating..." you whined, arching your back as he pinned you beneath him with ease, still deep inside you. He looked wild, his hair plastered to his forehead and sweat glistening on his skin.
Did you really think a silly knot could stop him? He was just letting you have some fun, but his patience had definitely run out.
"My turn." That was all he said, smiling breathlessly at you. That night you learned two things. First, not to trust internet tutorials. And second, not to test your boyfriend's patience.
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WHITE NOISE - Leon Kennedy x Reader
content: re9!leon x gn!reader. married couple. pure tooth rotting fluff. leon has hearing problems and tinnitus.
notes: little fluff as a thank you for 200 followers đ and all of the love on my past works. every single note means the world to me and, even tho i most of the times fail when it comes to interacting with people, i really appreciate you and wish i could initiate convos with so many of you. enjoy!
Before you even opened your eyes, you knew it was a perfect day. The lingering chill of winter had finally broken, giving way to the very first warm, sunny morning of early spring. The sun had already risen, its light incredibly warm against your face. Through the closed window you could faintly hear the sweet chorus of a family of birds that had settled in the budding trees outside. You blinked, watching the dust motes lazily dance in the sunbeams.
Zayne always had his suspicions, but he never dared to push.
(TW: Angst, mental health, anxiety, depression, hurt/comfort)
He was your primary care physician after all, and your cardiac specialist. He's gone over the basic routine check up questionnaires with you more times than he can count at this point.
Plus, he carefully recorded your physicals every six months instead of yearly due to your profession and cardiac anomaly - all of which had a mental health questionnaire that he carefully watched your pen hesitate on every time he hands it to you.
"This silly thing again? Do I really have to?" Your face scrunched as he handed you the clipboard, the same generic questions listed in harsh black inky font. How often do you feel scared? How often do you feel down or depressed? Do you worry you are a danger to yourself?
"Standard procedure, I have to send these results over to your supervisor to ensure her that you are in good mental standing." The same calculated answer each time, his eyes slightly narrowed as he watches your pen hesitate over some of the options before ultimately deciding to check off "never" for each and every one.
"I mean I guess I get it. Our job can be pretty traumatic every so often but..." You sigh, handing him the clipboard with answers that feel less than sincere. "...I've answered these perfectly every single time."
"Answering them perfectly and answering them truthfully are two separate things." He never dared to push... until right now.
Zayne doesn't look at the sheet as he takes the clipboard from you, watching you blink in astonishment but unable to find any words. "I am your primary care physician and your cardiologist. But I am also your childhood friend, and your husband. I'm worried about you."
You blink, feeling much like a deer caught in headlights. You've never been one to fully open up about your feelings, especially your mental health. Zayne is quite similar in that aspect, you two found balance and understanding in that awkward space and made it work. But, clearly he's seeing something you aren't if he's toeing the line.
"You do know there is no shame or judgment in asking for help, right? Especially from me, my love." He pulled his glasses off, no longer speaking to you as doctor and patient. Rather, as a husband talking to his wife. "I'm not going to force you to open up either, I know it can be terribly unbearable to do. But I want you to know I am here."
"I know you are, Z. I didn't mean to keep these things from you, honestly I think not talking about them was my own way of trying to pretend they weren't there at all." You swallow, clasping your hands tightly and tugging at your now clammy fingers.
"If I didn't acknowledge the feeling, didn't label the anxiety attacks as anxiety or the hopelessness as depression then I could just keep pushing forward and eventually it would... go away on its own. But..." you trail off, cheeks warm and eyes struggling to hold his intense gaze.
"...But they're not going anywhere, are they?"
You shake your head, pressing your lips together as you finally admit defeat to your own stubbornness. "I don't know what to do." It's barely a whisper, weak and broken as you finally dare to look at the man you love so dearly with wide watery eyes. "That's why I'm here."
He stands, moving around his desk to kneel down in front of you. Carefully undoing the tight grasp you have on yourself and taking your clammy fingers into his own. "Not only as someone who loves you more than life itself." He starts softly, smiling as he observes your hands in his. "But as your doctor, who can get you what you need."
"When can we start?" His hand is gentle as it releases one of yours to carefully wipe a stray tear from your cheek. "We can start right now, by you truthfully answering that silly thing again."
For once, you aren't so hesitant to answer that damn questionnaire.
Is this like super self indulgent in a niche way? Maybe. Do I still hope some of y'all can relate or at least find comfort in it? Of course. I'm an open book on here because y'all don't know my real name or seen my face so I don't mind oversharing.
But can I just say, the mental health questionnaires were always my biggest battles because I never answered them truthfully until I started seeing my psychiatrist last month and now ya girl is officially diagnosed with severe anxiety, depression, and OCD. Even got prescribed antidepressants like damn bro only took about 16 years to fess up.
tw // depression
re9 ! leon helping you wash your hair after days of staying in bed because your depression worsened again.
re9 ! leon bringing home your favourite snacks and drinks because he hopes to see that sparkle in your eyes.
re9 ! leon just cuddling in bed with you, holding you to his chest and letting you sleep, being there to comfort you at any given moment. if you wanna stay in bed he wonât force you.
re9 ! leon never once making you feel like a burden for your feelings and your struggles.
re9 ! leon keeping the apartment clean, cooking for you, helping you change your clothes and thanking you for staying.
re9 ! leon keeping it together in front of you, but feeling like heâs not doing enough to help you through it, feeling responsible even.
re9 ! leon taking long, warm baths with you so you donât have to go through the motion alone and heâs there to entertain you with funny stories about sherry and grace, so your thoughts wonât get too loud in the silence.
re9 ! leon seeing your eyes devoid of the usual light, seeing how hard it is to engage with him, seeing how much it weighs on your chestâŠ
re9 ! leon participating in binge watching your favourite comfort movies and shows, feeling relieved when your lips curve into a smile every now and then.
re9 ! leon noticing how forgetful you get during such times, so he makes sure to remind you of anything important.
re9 ! leon kissing all over your face before sleep and as soon as you two wake up, because he needs you to feel his love for you, he wants you to know that heâs here and that youâre not alone in this. not anymore.
today i woke up craving angst, i guess . . .
Peonies and Promises: Jinshi Smut
Synopsis: You are the Emperors newest concubine. But you catch the attention of a certain beautiful âeunuchâ instead.
Warnings: Smut, secret relationship, oral(f), fingering, loss of v-card, Jinshi is a freak.
You carried yourself with a graceful yet poised demeanor among the Emperor's other concubines, your movements almost imperceptible.
You came from a respected and prosperous family in a distant province, renowned for your fine lineage. Your father was a successful merchant, and your mother was known for her exceptional beauty. Despite their successes, they were known for being loved around the village.
You ended up in the Emperor's clutches after a series of very unfortunate events.
Your family's misfortune began when your father's business failed, leading to financial losses. As the situation worsened, your father was forced to seek loans to keep your household afloat. But fate was cruel, and the debt quickly spiraled out of control.
Your parents tried to sell their possessions to repay the loans, but nothing seemed to work. Eventually the debts caught up. A group of ruthless moneylenders arrived, taking everything of value and even resorting to violence when your father tried to protest.
So it was no surprise when you were packed in a carriage with a tearful kiss from your mother and a half-hearted hug from your father.
You tried your best to fit into with the hundreds of other concubines in the Rear Palace. You had been taught the arts, how to speak and dress. But you fell behind in many of the other practices expected of concubines.
You found more pleasure walking the gardens than learning needlework.
The morning air was crisp, laced with the faint scent of peonies and dew-drenched grass as Jinshi wandered through the gardens under the pretense of inspecting the seasonal blooms. His long, dark purple hair swayed with each idle step, his eyes were half-lidded with boredom.
Until you appeared.
Clad in soft silks that shimmered under the rising sun, you moved like a whisper, your steps deliberate yet weightless, as though afraid to disturb the earth beneath you. There was a melancholy grace in your posture, your fingers brushing absently against a low-hanging cherry blossom branch before letting it go with a quiet sigh.
Jinshi froze.
He had seen countless concubines drift through these gardens. Women who laughed too loudly or posed too deliberately, hoping to catch someoneâs eye. But you? You werenât performing. You were escaping.
For once in his life, he was speechless.
And then, your eyes lifted, meeting his by accident.
For a heartbeat, neither of you moved.
Jinshiâs practiced charm faltered. His usual smirk, his teasing lilt, all gone. His fingers curled into fists inside of where they were tucked into his sleeves.
"...Hello.â he whispered before he could stop himself, the word slipping out like a confession.
The moment stretched.
A bird trilled overhead. The wind stirred the blossoms between you.
And then, just like that, you bowed, polite and distant, already turning away as though he were nothing more than another fixture of the palace.
Before he could think, he stepped forward. He was too quick, too eager, his sleeve catching on a thorned branch with a sharp rip.
You turned on your heel, eyelashes fluttering in surprise.
"...The flowers," he blurted, gesturing vaguely at the peonies beside you, his voice uncharacteristically clumsy. "Theyâahâthey suit you."
A weak line. A pathetic attempt.
But then, you smiled. Just slightly. Just enough.
Jinshi was ruined.
The first time you had spent time with the hidden Moon Prince, you had been seated by the koi pond, idly trailing your fingers through the water while lost in thought. Jinshi had appeared like a phantom, silent until he was suddenly kneeling beside you, his robes pooling around him like spilled ink.
"You'll frighten the fish like that," he chastised, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned too close, his shoulder brushing yours.
You pulled back instinctively, your cheeks flushing at the unexpected proximity. "Master Jinshi," you scolded lightly, "Must you always appear without warning?"
His laughter was a low, honeyed sound, far too delighted by your reaction. "Where's the fun in announcing myself?" he countered, plucking a fallen blossom from your hair before you could protest. His fingers lingered, tucking the strand behind your ear with deliberate slowness. "Besides... you always tense up so prettily when I surprise you."
You swatted his hand away, exasperated. "You're insufferable."
"And yet," he sighed dramatically, flopping onto his back beside you, "here you remain." His sleeves fanned out around him, his hair spilling across the grass like a midnight river. His gaze flicked up to yours, pink eyes glinting with mischief. "Almost as if...you enjoy my company."
The stolen moments between you and Jinshi became a feverish dance. Half-hidden glances in crowded courtyards, fingers brushing as he passed you a scroll in the library, the barest whisper of his breath against your neck when he feigned adjusting your hairpin.
But the true recklessness came in the shadows.
The Forgotten Pavilion. Tucked behind overgrown wisteria, its wooden floors groaned under your weight as Jinshi pressed you against the wall, his mouth hot on your throat while his clever fingers hitched your robes up your thighs. âYouâre trembling,â he murmured, biting back a grin as your nails dug into his shoulders. âAfraid someone will hear?â
The Silk Storage Room. Dust motes swirled in slants of lantern light as he knelt before you, his lips trailing up your inner thigh while you muffled your gasps into a bolt of embroidered damask. âNo sounds,â he chided, pausing just to watch your legs shake. âOr do you want the seamstresses to find us?â
The Moonlit Balcony. High above the sleeping palace, he pinned your wrists behind you, his chest flush against your back as his free hand slipped beneath your sash. âFools,â he breathed, nodding toward the patrolling guards far below. âIf they glanced up right nowâŠâ His fingers curled inside you, wrenching a choked whimper from your lips. âAh, what a scandal that would be.â
Each encounter left you more reckless than the last. Because he was safe, wasnât he? A eunuch. Harmless.
Or so you thought.
Until the night you finally unraveled him, tugging at his sash in the abandoned tea house. Only to freeze when your fingers brushed hard, hot flesh instead of the smooth expanse you expected.
Jinshi went rigid.
Your breath stopped.
And then, his laugh was ragged, desperate, as he caught your wrist and pressed your palm fully against him. âSurprise.â
You wanted to protest, to ask so many questions. But itâs hard to keep all of that training for conversations when your puffy lower lips were being painted with the leaky head of his cock.
His fingers tangled in your hair, wrenching your head back as he leaned down, his breath scorching against your ear.
âHarmless?"
You gasped, hands braced against his chest, but he didnât relent.
âA eunuch, you said." His tongue traced the shell of your ear before his teeth nipped sharply. His free hand palmed at your swollen breast. The peaks of your nipples already covered in bruises. âPoor, pitiful Jinshi, with nothing between his legs to ruin you."
His hand guided his cock up and down your sticky slit. The honeyed flesh all oozing with your slick. The feeling in your lower tummy bubbled as your eyes met his.
âLook down," he purred, tilting your chin down with his thumb. âLook at what you thought wasnât there."
You shuddered, whether from fear or desire, you werenât sure, but he didnât give you time to decide.
His swollen head catches at the rim of your entrance. On the second swipe heâs pressing forward. Each inch stretches your once innocent walls. Your body welcomes him after a few resting thrust. His hands trace the lines of your body like heâs stowing them away for later.
You cried out, nails raking down his arms, but his grip only tightened.
âToo much?" He chuckled, letting you writhe around on his cock for a few moments. "You took my fingers so well⊠surely you can handle this."
Then he stopped playing with his food. The first thrust that bottomed-out stole your breath. You chocked out a yelp that you quickly tried to muffle with your palm.
Deep. Relentless. Each snap of his hips punched the air from your lungs, his cock dragging against that sweet, aching spot inside you until your vision blurred.
âStill think Iâm harmless?" he taunted, lifting your leg higher to sink even deeper. âStill thinkâ" His voice broke as your walls fluttered around him. "âI canât ruin you?"
You couldnât answer, you could only moan as he pinned you down, his thrusts turning erratic, his breaths ragged against your neck.
âKnow now," he growled into your flesh, biting your shoulder as pleasure coiled tight in your gut. âKnow exactly what I am."
Your elaborate Hanfu in complete disarray, the delicate embroidery rumpled beneath your trembling body. The silken sash had slipped entirely off your body, pooling around your waist like a discarded waterfall, leaving your chest bare to his hungry gaze.
âWhat have I done to deserve this?â His mouth ghosted against the line of your neck. The wet slap from your cunt and his jewels filled the room.
Your breasts bounced with each of his merciless thrusts, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat. He couldn't resist reaching down, dragging his thumb over a peaked nipple just to hear you whimper. It was so soft, so shamelessly desperate.
âI must have been a greedy man in my past life.â He chuckled, slowing his pace just to savor the sight. Your legs were spread wide around his hips, your thighs trembling where they gripped him. Your lips, swollen from his kisses, parted on a silent gasp as he rolled his hips in a slow, filthy circle.
And your gorgeous faceâŠ
Jinshi groaned, leaning down to kiss the tears from your lashes.
âSo beautiful," he rasped, thumbs swiping circles into the dips of your hips. âYou were made to be a concubine. No, a wifeâŠbut not for the Emperor.â
Your breath stuttered. To speak so outwardly about the Emperor was-
But currently you couldnât bring yourself to care.
He traced the rouge staining your cheeks with his thumb, mesmerized by how far it spread. Down your neck, across your chest. You were his painting, his masterpiece, every shudder and moan another brushstroke of devotion.
âYou were created for taking my cock whole,â His filthy words were punctuated by a beautiful, languidly push of his cock into your frothy hole. âFor me."
When your climax hit, when your nails raked down his back and your pretty mouth went slack with a soundless cry, Jinshi swore he'd never seen anything more exquisite in his life.
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show-off â leon s. kennedy
âź synopsis: what leon thought was going to be a cute night in with you relaxing in front of the tv quickly spirals into something more intimate.
âź warnings: female reader + masturbation, penetration, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, good girl, etc.), fingering, power dynamics, light bondage, hair pulling, language, explicit smut, unprotected sex, creampie, this has absolutely no plot lmfao, kinda fluff at the end
âź word count: 7.1k
leon's eyes were practically burning into your form that sat next to him on the couch, the cheesy sitcom you'd lazily picked out to watch together long forgotten as both you and leon's attention turned to... other matters. the quiet, faint sounds of laughter echoing from the television was practically white noise at this point. neither you nor leon gave a shit about the television anymore. you were the real show.