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Chapter Summary: Leon doesn't know how he got so lucky to meet someone like you. Things were all falling together exactly as they should, what could go wrong?
Pairing: Yandere!Leon x Fem!Reader
Tags: NSFW, Dead Dove, Dubcon, Kidnapping, Stalking, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Pet Names, violence, gore, MDNI, masturbation, murder, slow burn.
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You were cute. Really fucking cute. He hadn’t set eyes on anything as precious as you in a long time, so long he almost thought he never would again. The way you tucked your face behind the mailbox door, as if he wouldn’t notice those gorgeous eyes scanning him head to toe.
What he wouldn’t have given to ignore that obnoxious clown-painted whore to go over and strike up a conversation with you – unfortunately he couldn’t take it anymore, opting to take the first out he could find, running back to his apartment.
Oh but how lucky he was to discover you were only one apartment away – to once again have your eyes locked on his figure as you stood in that hallway. Up close you were even more beautiful, perfection incarnate. The sound of your voice was like syrup dripping into his ears.
He could’ve eaten you up right then and there if the old hag hadn’t been there to witness.
You were everything he wanted. You were meant to be with him and he already knew it.
Since Raccoon City, Leon changed and he knew it. Once a naive and bright-eyed rookie, now he was seasoned with a hardened heart. Unfortunately not many penetrated that shell, but the few who did had the privilege of his full affections – his need to keep them safe in all ways.
The last time he’d felt this way things didn’t exactly go as he’d hoped. His judgment had been off, she wasn’t perfect, and the stars were not aligned for them. But that was the past and you were different in so many ways, he knew this time things were right. They had to be, he would make sure of it.
The first step was keeping an eye on you – and how you managed to stay alive all this time absolutely escaped him. Your route to work? Predictable. Social Security card in your wallet? Baby, come on now. Apartment door? A strong kick and it would go flying in.
His poor baby. You reminded him of a Bunny in so many ways. A little prey animal, too cute for your own good just waiting to be nabbed. He couldn’t allow that.
He needed to make sure he could keep a proper eye on you even when he couldn’t be there. He used the facade of helping Mrs. Wilson ensure he could stay close to you. The old woman was none the wiser as he slipped inside the mint colored bathroom to drill a hole into yours. It gave him access to the entirety of the back wall of your place – you’d be surprised at how well modern security systems are hidden.
“Oh don’t worry, it’s just a leaky pipe. I’m drilling a new connection.” He shouted out, and of course she had believed him. It wasn’t long until he had full visuals of your own bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen.
For things he couldn’t access through the old woman’s apartment, he was easily able to set up while you were at work. More cameras in potted plants, your stuffies, above your bed. Anywhere he could hide them really – he wanted the full view, every angle. He ensured there wasn’t a single blindspot you could hide from him.
For hours he’d watch as you went about your day, taking in every movement and word. Everything you did was angelic. The way you laughed when you were on the phone with your friend. The way you danced around the living room to your favorite song, clad in your pajamas – almost forgetting the boiling over pot on the stove. Even the way you slept was beautiful, tossing and turning with bad dreams, the slight twitching of your facial muscles – the way you curled up with your favorite stuff – and god how he wished it was him instead.
You were his favorite thing and you didn’t even know it.
He even managed to put some cloning software on your phone and laptop. Of course you ‘must have left your bag downstairs’ and he was ‘so nice to bring it back to you.’ Every account, email, and text message was for his viewing now. Another way to be closer to his sweet little Bunny, another layer of protection.
Step two of course was winning over your affections, which wasn’t very hard with all that you two had in common. He was smitten with your voice bellowing the words to love songs in his Jeep, sharing cheesy quotes from the Princess Bride. He’d listen to every little problem you had and to every insignificant detail of your day – most he already knew.
He could tell he was close. So close to having you belong to him, there was only one small problem – that fucking ‘boyfriend’ of yours. Leon hated him with a passion. The sound of his name made the blonde want to punch a hole in the nearest wall. Derek wasn’t a real man. He wasn’t even half the man you deserved much less needed.
The texts the two of you shared made him sick. ‘Dick pics to your own girlfriend? Really?’ Leon rolled his eyes as he swiped through the messages. His poor baby must’ve been pent up, there was no way that string-bean turned sentient was enough to satisfy you, or anyone. And the patronizing way he’d talk to you too. God you deserved so much better – and he couldn't wait to give you better.
If he hadn't had the patience of a saint, Derek would’ve been gone a long time ago. But Leon knew this game well, he couldn’t act too quickly or you’d pull away – Derek could count his lucky stars, for now.
Step three was keeping an eye on you up close, learning your patterns and routines. Things that he couldn’t fully grasp just by looking at a screen. He needed to know the real you.
Honestly he expected it to be more difficult, but you were a creature of habit, so predictable and routine. So blissfully unaware of all the danger around you as well – not to worry though, Leon was there for you now.
It was relaxing in a way for him, following you through the same paths and places each day that he wasn’t called off to work. It made him proud to know that he was keeping an eye on you, keeping you safe – the way your boyfriend wasn’t.
And his disdain for said boyfriend also had him tailing your couples outings too. He watched the way you’d smile, but he could see in your eyes it wasn’t genuine. It wasn’t the same look you’d given him. You didn’t need to say it for him to know that deep down you wanted him to take you away from it all.
The movie outing was no different, except he could easily see something was off. It made his blood fucking boil each time that asshole spurned your affections. What Leon wouldn’t have given to be the one getting those small touches, the feeling of those plush lips against his cheek. He’d have cherished each one as if they were the world’s most precious commodity.
The sad look in your eyes flayed his very soul, how dejected you looked every time it happened.
The movie itself was his last straw.
He sat in the dimly lit theater, three rows behind you angrily munching on the flavorless popcorn. His freehand gripped the chair so much he thought the cheap plastic and pleather might crack and snap under his grip, eyes boring into the back of Derek’s skull.
The girls next to him weren’t helping his mood either – their conversation grating on his nerves as they whispered to each other, barely containing their shrill shameless giggles.
“Did you see that guy come in?”
“Yeah, he’s so cute. That’s why I sat here.”
“But he seems so grumpy. If looks could kill…”
“I kinda like it. The brooding handsome type.”
Leon rolled his eyes, returning his focus back to the two of you. That’s when it happened.
The scariest part of the movie came on and you jumped in your seat, shaking like a leaf. The whole room gasped but he swore he heard the soft chime of your own voice letting out a whimper. All he wanted to do was wrap you in his arms and let you know it would be okay. Kiss that soft forehead of yours, rub your back, run his fingers through your hair.
Desperately you’d leaned over to your boyfriend, and again he’d distanced himself, leaving you to cope in your seat alone.
Leon couldn’t take it anymore. He just fucking couldn’t – if this wasn’t a public place he’d have shot the man where he sat. Not bothering to wait any longer he stood, leaving the room and the theater as quickly as he could.
His shoes crunched some leaves that had fallen onto the pavement of the parking lot as he angrily paced back and forth trying to let some of the negative energy out. When that didn’t work, he’d dropped to the ground behind his vehicle, opting to do some rage-push ups instead.
After a while he could see the theater emptying and knew the movie must’ve ended, most of his anger phased out of him. He’d parked at the opposite end of the theater, perfect for him to see Derek’s car with his binoculars but nowhere you’d notice him.
It was obvious that the tension of the night came to a head with the way you were running after the apparently equally upset man.
He wished he’d have added a mic to the tapping of Derek’s car, wanting to know exactly what was being said. Pulling out his work binoculars, he did zoom in to at least watch better. What he hadn’t expected was the way the man had abandoned you there – that threw even Leon for a loop.
On the one hand the action rekindled the fiery rage he had within him, on the other hand there may have been a plus to this. ‘Surely she can’t think of staying with him after this bullshit, right?’ He asked himself, hopeful.
Knowing he couldn’t inject himself into this directly, he decided to do what he does best, keep an eye out for you. The ringing of his cellphone and your beautiful voice had him absolutely elated – the fact that you even thought of him as a lifeline made the inferno within die out into nothing but smoke.
But what was it that you asked? ‘Oh shit.’ He’d been so excited to rescue you, he hadn’t even considered the timeline of getting there. He gulped, wracking his brain for an excuse, something that didn’t sound too far-fetched.
“Hey Leon, you still there?”
Your voice had immediately snapped him back to the moment. He fumbled out some excuse about a friend’s house before the line ended. Starting the jeep’s ignition, he chose to circle around using the backroad, he did it twice to accommodate the full 15ish minutes he’d promised.
Luckily for him you didn’t think anything beyond that, accepting his response. He felt like he’d hit the lottery – the rest of the drive home going so well. Each time you’d light up at him, sing along with him, it tickled him pink. So much so that he was even more daring this evening,outwardly flirting, showing you the attention you deserved, hoping it left him lingering in your thoughts the way you were always in his.
The way you scurried off, cheeks the most heavenly shade of rose-pink. He wanted to devour you, take you apart piece by piece in the back of his car. ‘Soon little Bunny, soon.’
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The moment he was back within his own apartment, he was already opening his laptop to the security system he’d installed in your own. Desperately he flipped through the different cameras until he found you in the bathroom, stepping into the shower – something you always did before bedtime.
It was a scene Leon had watched countless times, but tonight it felt….different. He zoomed in as much as the camera would allow, running his eyes along your wet form. A particularly large water droplet ran down from your neck through the center of your breasts and down to your naval.
He licked his tongue along his top lip, imagining what it would be like if he’d been able to follow the trail with his mouth. How many marks could he leave as he worked his way down, were you the type to squirm and pretend you were shy? Or, were you so naughty you’d beg him for more.
Every curve, every dip, every part of you was perfection to him. He even noted the way your soft nipples perked at the cold air of the bathroom the moment you stepped out. How he wished he could latch on to them, sucking the warmth back into them.
His thoughts were interrupted by a call on his work phone. ‘Of-fucking-course. Always the worst timing Hunnigan.’ He let out a sigh, pressing the small green button of the display.
“Kennedy here, what’s up.”
“Leon, sorry, I know it’s late but I figured you’d still be up.” Clacking and the sounds of a rushing office were heard in the background of the call. It was obvious something important was happening – which usually meant he’d need to rush out soon – a thought that did not excite him.
“Yeah, yeah I’ve heard it before. What’s going on?’
“We have intel on an Umbrella agent who captured –”
He was doing his best to listen, but failing as his eyes kept making their way back to the laptop screen. You were so adorable in your bed, clearly tossing and turning. He wondered if you’d sleep better if he was there to hold you, take care of you. Or maybe you weren’t sleeping because of him – a thought that brought a devious smile to his handsome features.
“Yeah, I’m listening.” He replied flatly when she’d interrupted him again, forcing him to engage once more in the conversation. “Look can’t I just read this in the files, do we really have to go over it right now?”
His brain continued to play tug of war with his attention as he provided the bare minimum responses to the woman on the other end of the line. The sound of his name in your voice won the game, fully bringing him back to you.
“I gotta go.” He said, closing the phone not caring about the consequences of cutting his teammate off.
There you were, most of your body was tucked under the covers but there was no doubt about what it was you were doing – he could still see the outline of your arm between your spread legs. Even if he couldn’t, the way your head tilted back, the cries of his name on your lips.
His cock kicked alive in his pants throbbing against his zipper, his throat went dry, mouth hanging open slightly.
“Leon–” There it was again, your tongue poked out of your mouth slightly and you squirmed. Feeding him a treat, the bedding must’ve become too smothering, too hot, he watched you toss them to the side giving him a full view through the little night vision lens.
He could see the wet spot on your panties, hand desperately rubbing against your clit as your hips lifted off the bed a little. You looked so desperate. ‘Fuck baby, I should be there helping you.’
He freed his cock from its confines as quickly as he could, letting out a relieved sigh. He smeared the precum around the drooling tip with his thumb before using his palm to rub it down the rest of his length as makeshift lube.
Grasping firmly, he pumped himself in time with your own hand movements, wanting to share the experience with you. ‘Is this how you get off baby?’ He thought to himself. ‘Looks like you’re having trouble finishing – poor thing so fucking needy for me.’ He smirked and brushed some of his hair from his face with his free hand.
He was close, right on the cusp, and he could tell you were too by the way your breathing picked up on the mic became more ragged – his name fell from your lips at a more rapid pace. While he prided himself on his stamina, the sight before him was too much and he was desperate to follow you into the throes of passion.
Closing his eyes, he pictured himself between your legs lapping at your pussy. How sweet he bet you tasted, like strawberries and sex. The way your tight little hole would clench around his fingers – ‘Oh baby I could’ve gotten you off in half the time.’ One more call of his name and his heavy balls were tightening, he groaned, hot cum shooting out onto his pants and the screen of the laptop.
Stroking himself slowly to ride it out, he leaned back to catch his breath, coming down from the high of it all.
He’d seen you touch yourself before.
He’d heard the cute naughty things you’d talk about in your sleep.
But never before had you said his name like that.
Once the pure lust of it all wore off, the emotional aspect came flooding in. It was a sign things were changing, the universe swinging things in his favor. His beautiful Bunny was finally coming to him. It affirmed he’d been right all along – all he had to do was push things a little and there you would be, all for him just like you were meant to be.
He cursed himself, wondering how much sooner he could have had you if he’d tried. ‘No, no it’s good I took things slow. It’s better this way.’ He settled in his mind, muscles relaxed. “Don’t worry your pretty little head baby, we’ll be together soon.” He blew a kiss to the screen before he moved to clean things up.
Hunnigan’s timing was terrible, but he felt like a new man. Maybe the distance and time without him would make your heart grow fonder. He couldn’t wait to find out, giddy as a kid on Christmas morning.
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How wrong he was.
So fucking wrong.
He was seething. Simply seething with fury at your words.
“I’m sorry Leon. It’s just, I do love him and I want to try and work on things ya know? Like you’re a super awesome friend and if it were up to me I’d keep things the way they are but it makes him uncomfortable…so….”
“Of course.” He replied with a strained smile, doing his best to contain himself.‘This is not okay. You’re supposed to be mine.’ He flexed his right hand opened and closed, itching to take his frustration out on something. “I understand completely.” His stomach twisted and his jaw clenched. ‘I don’t fucking understand at all.’
Just days ago you had been right within his grasp. He’d been your hero, your savior. You called his name out in the most private moment of ecstasy – no you shared that moment together even if you hadn’t known it.
He’d expected to come home to a confession, your devotion. At minimum news that you’d left the dumb fuck – but this? Definitely not this bullshit. Clearly that idiot had put something into your less-than-capable little mind and Leon was not having it. Not one bit.
He’d spent the rest of the day trying to even out his temperament – taking things out at the gym. Taking it out on some rookies at work. He’d even snapped at Hunnigan when it was time for him to turn in his mission report – which he was supposed to upon his immediate return, but went home to see you first instead – clearly a mistake.
No matter what he did, he just couldn’t blow enough steam to calm down.
“Girl troubles?” Hunnigan finally dared to ask, catching up with the blonde as he exited the high-security building. Of course out of everyone she would’ve known him well enough to parse his moods.
“Yeah I guess you can say that. She led me on, I thought we had something special but then she went back to that—” He couldn’t even get the words out.
“Oh, is this the girl you ditched my call for?” She asked with a slight laugh.
“Still mad about that?”
“Maybe a little – you know I take briefings seriously.” She adjusted her glasses as they stood outside, sun casting honey colored highlights onto her brown curls. Leon thought she was pretty and always got on well with her, but in a big sister kind of way. “Well let's say hypothetically it is the girl you were telling me about. If her boyfriend is as awful as you say – then it makes sense.”
“What makes sense, exactly?” His words came out more angry than he’d wanted. If she’d picked up on it though, she didn’t show it.
“Change is hard. She probably was going to leave, especially after she saw what you can provide, but then perhaps guilt or fear kept her back.” She shrugged. “Either time will remind her why she wanted him gone in the first place, or she might need your help leaving. What’s that statistic….it takes women 7 times to leave an abusive partner?”
Leon pondered her words for a moment, processing them carefully. It was like a lightbulb went off in his head. “You’re right Ingy. What would I ever do without you?”
His mood was already improving. Of course Hunnigan had a point, how could he have been so blind? You just needed help leaving, this clearly wasn’t your fault, you weren’t trying to spurn him or his love. You just simply needed him to save you again, get you out of this situation – and like always, Leon would oblige. ‘I’m so sorry Bunny baby. I’ve been so blind, forgive me.’ He thought to himself as he worked out his plan. Derek would be gone, and you would be safe and happy where you belong – with him.
Getting access to the samples in the lab wasn’t hard in theory – not many people at work questioned Leon, given his personal ties to the President. Moreover, no one was going to question him investigating the lab with the Plagas virus that he had helped procure.
A simple excuse of “I’m just looking – it’s fascinating really.” Was all it took for the new lab girl to smile at him and walk him around the fluorescently lit room. The labs always felt uncomfortable to him, too sterile, too much of a reminder of the underground rooms he’d discovered during his escape from Raccoon City. The unease of being there definitely made things more difficult than he’d intended, but he managed to make small talk with her, flirted even. ‘She laughs like a dolphin.’ He rolled his eyes when she wasn’t looking at him – smile returning the second her eyes landed back on his face.
A quick sleight of hand and the vial with the parasite was in his pocket, he made sure to bump into one of the interns in just the right manner so they’d spill their drink on the logging sheet too, inventory an estimation now. ‘Not surprising that the government hasn’t digitized all of this yet.’
When the girl provided her number, he took it. “Maybe a double date would be fun. My girlfriend loves this Chinese place across town.” The deflation in the girl at the realization amused him. ‘Did she seriously think she would be my type? I’m disgusted at the audacity.’
Leaving work that night, he made sure to stop by a pharmacy on the other side of town to cover his tracks, purchasing a syringe to host the creature. Now it was only a matter of making sure it made its way into Pencil Dick – his new favorite nickname for the man who would no longer exist soon.
He was aware he still needed to bide some time for his plan to work – too soon, too coincidental. Too soon, not enough emotional attachment for things to work. No, he had to plan this carefully – he wouldn’t make another mistake. He wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize your life together.
No, Leon had this in the bag and soon he would have you too.
“Just you wait Bunny. I’m coming for you baby.”
As always this is inspired by @explorevenus fic Something Permanent as well as @gigabyte-flare, @girldungeon, and @lipglossanon's work. @elfven-blog was so kind as to help find the banner pics. Love them all, go check out their work.
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Not shy! 1/5 (Leon x F!Reader)
Author: @vantedaes
Editor: @141s-chewtoy
Pairing: Leon S Kennedy x fem reader!
Word count: 2.350k
Tags/Warnings: MDNI (+18) age gap, Banter, pining, romance, flirting, shy (introverted :p) reader, fluff, miscommunication, eventual smut, maybe slow burn? we'll see.
Summary: 1/5 When senior agent Leon Kennedy joined your unit the last thing you were expecting is for him to pay any attention to you let alone make you his partner, you, the outcast, shy, and officer rookie from the whole unit.
And it wouldn't be a problem if he didn't find pleasure in driving you crazy.
A/N: So here we at with my first fanfic in a long ass time (Also my first one in English be nice it's not my first language!) So i just wanted to make a wholesome banter with Death island Leon in mind! there will be eventual smut but later so buckle up to some old slow burn.
Thanks to my girl, the one, the only, the QUEEN: @141s-chewtoy for editing this nonsense and making it better and greater, ilysm bestie.
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When you first met Leon you thought he would never even grant a glance at you.
As an officer researcher rookie, you were usually picked on and the spot of jokes from your whole department, it didn’t help you were the first woman to achieve that high-ranking position. It should mean you receive respect from others, right? Well apparently not, and you knew that it was partly your fault, you’ve always been introverted and also maybe kind of a pushover.
So maybe being the target of jokes from the whole station and also having no other friends than the lunch lady —Sandy, god bless her heart, and her delicious croquettes—, was enough to make you invisible, and you were fine with that, mostly, it helped you not attract too much-unwanted attention which you hated but it also made you the odd one out that you also hated, but in the scale of things you’d rather be the quiet girl of the unit.
Therefore you didn’t even make an effort to leave your office when everyone was running laps because the great senior agent Leon Kennedy was coming down the department.
You figured that he was another know-it-all dickhead, that would only come to you to shove your face in his big achievements and how he single handedly saved the president’s daughter and some many other stuff, cause yes you did peek at his file —What? you have access to it, you were the intel and researcher of the unit, and you had to— Suuure, he was jaw-dropping gorgeous to say the very least but that was not the reason you sought shelter in your office, no, you just knew he had to be a fucking asshole like all the others you worked with.
Of course, you couldn't hide forever, as much as you wanted to. Eventually, you had to face the man of the hour and oh boy you were nervous… you were so nervous that Sandy had to give you a pep talk for you to just do your job
“Girl I know he’s hotter than the Sahara desert but you can’t just miss out on your job! the guy’s been asking for the researcher for days now he thinks you’re a slacker.”
“I’m not hiding because he’s hot! I’m just…scared he’s an egocentric idiot.”
Sandy gave you the most ‘you think I believe an ounce of that?’ look she had ever given to you.
“For sure honey and that’s why you have been eating in the kitchen and actively avoiding your work that you never do cause you practically breathe for this job.”
Ugh, you hated how right she was and how much she knows you.
“Whatever. It’s not because he’s hot, I’m just…busy with personal stuff.”
Oh, the way she scoffed was nothing amicable.
“Riiight, busy thirsting over the guy! I've seen the way you cling to his file, you ain’t fooling anybody and you’re sure as hell not fooling me so woman up and face him once and for all.”
You sucked in a breath and shook your head. You knew she was mostly right, you just couldn’t avoid your work so you had to face him sooner than later… but it wasn’t because you were attracted, no, you just didn’t want to lose your time with the insufferable prick he surely was.
It was an especially bad Friday morning when you sensed something off, could it be the fact that your coffee wasn't as warm as you usually prefer it? Or the way everyone was staring at you as you made your way to your office? Sure, you’d been coexisting with these idiots long enough to just ignore their shit but this morning they were drilling your head in with the intensity of their staring and whispering.
You couldn't bring yourself to ask what the fuck the problem was but you soon regretted not doing so.
Because at the other side of your private office was no other than agent Leon S. Kennedy sitting on your desk and examining your files in excruciating detail —making a total mess. You were frozen at your own door, your hand still on the handle and a part of you wanted to close the door and run away but, that wouldn't be so professional on your part and also he already had his cold blue eyes on you and, oh fuck you felt yourself trembling and clinging to your almond latte cause the pictures and the videos didn't do the man justice… He was even hotter —and wider— in person.
Regardless, you tried to maintain your calm and remain professional. This was your space of work and how dare he just intrude in your office! Sure you were avoiding convening with him and that was part of your job, but still! Wasn’t this a bit too much? And how did he even get into your office? You always closed it with a key, a key you and only you—oh, fucking Sandy!
You could only snap out of your internal conflict when he called your name with that smokey-ass voice that made you weak on the knees.
“I hope you don’t mind me barging in like this,”
Was he for real? Of fucking course you fucking minded but of course you couldn’t gather yourself to say or do anything but just look blankly at him.
“It was the only way I could find time for us to meet since you kept avoiding me.”
Fuck. How did he realize that? And why did he look so amused by it? God, you knew he had to be a prick, and worst of all, and breathtaking prick.
Well, you ought to speak up for yourself because the silence was flooding the room and it wouldn’t help your case just to stay quiet and wait for him to leave.
“Agent Kennedy, what a pleasant surprise,” You uttered in a breathy tone, still without the strength to actually step inside. Leon raised an eyebrow and cocked a smile that just made you even more annoyed.
Before he could even speak, you continued: “Sorry for the delay in our meeting, I’ve been busy with personal errands.”
Ugh, at least you were good at being professional-ish.
Leon's eyes were full of something between total disbelief and something else you couldn’t really place.
Your heart almost crawled out of your chest when he approached you, so incredibly close to where you were standing as still as a damn statue. You could do nothing whatsoever as his huge physique came so fucking close to you and you almost felt like fainting when his arm reached behind you to just close the damn door. However, judging by the smug grin he had on his lips, he knew exactly what he was doing.
Your eyes were fixated on his huge chest and the veins on his neck, your nostrils absorbing the delicious scent of cologne and something citric… Dear god, this man was a danger walking.
You could only breathe again when he finally gave you personal space.
“Sorry, don’t like the ogling eyes.”
He said smoothly, returning to your messed-up desk. You were at a loss for words as you tried to regain some confidence to answer him. He had some nerve to keep meddling in your stuff and— wait, was he holding the file you had on him?
“Hey! Keep your nose out of my stuff!”
Well, that was out of character for you, the way you snatched the folder out of his pretty hands like a toddler wanting their toy back. The coffee —that by this point was cold —in your other hand almost spilled on your carpeted floor.
You just tugged the file with your hand while he looked at you in surprise, clearing your throat and taking a step back. Now you probably needed to explain why you had a really specific file of him on your desk in the first place…
One that looked like it was thoroughly reviewed over and over again, and also had many pictures of him…
At least the look in his eyes —which were still full of amusement — prompted some explanation.
“What? I’m the researcher, I needed to know who you were before the meeting,”
As if anyone could believe that, he certainly didn’t, but god knows you were going to cling to your lie like it was the truest truth ever.
“When they told me you were shy I wasn’t expecting this.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, trying to move freely in your space around him. You carefully saved his file on your cabinet and just threw the fucking cold coffee in the trash, it was ruined anyway.
“Not shy, introverted.” You corrected, trying to get behind your desk. He looked at you still with a smug grin on his lips, he was enjoying making you nervous and annoyed.
Before he could make another clever remark, you stopped him.
“Listen Agent Kennedy, I would appreciate it if in the future —”
“Call me Leon.”
What?
“I’m sorry?”
“You have nothing to apologize for, please call me Leon.”
Oh but wasn’t he just a fucking smooth operator.
“Listen, Leon,” Oh your patience was running thin, and it wasn’t helping that he kept looking at you with that smug grin and those huge arms —like seriously, huge — crossed, just owning your personal space like it was nothing.
“Right now I don’t have any time for you, so I would appreciate it if in the future you don’t just break into my office.”
Firm, professional, you felt proud of how you handled it. Cause right now you just really wanted to erase that smug expression from his face with a slap. Of course, he could be a real smoke show but he was just getting on your nerves with all his…all of him, really.
Nevertheless, he continued to just sit on your desk giving zero fucks about how much you wanted him gone. Clearly he was having a great time making you uncomfortable and maybe a little flustered. It wasn't like you to yell or have a bad attitude towards anyone really, but you were having a hard time remaining cool in front of this smug man who kept meddling in your papers!
"Do you mind?!"
You said almost in a yell. Leon giggled, looking at you innocently.
"I don't mind at all."
You opened your mouth in disbelief, he was just toying with you now.
"Listen kitten— Can I call you kitten?"
"No, you may not!"
Now you were sure you were red as a tomato.
"So, kitten, I understand your annoyance but I think we’re even, given your very specific investigation about me I could say that we both broke personal boundaries.”
You were speechless, he was somehow right but clearly, you were not going to give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him. He was the one who broke into your office and he was the one who’s all in your personal space. How dare he compare your innocent file of everything you could find of him with this? Pfft, you did nothing wrong.
“Now that we are somewhat acquainted, there should not be any problem with us working together.” He leaned in and you felt your breath catch in your throat, “Closely, together.”
What now?
Leon kept staring at you, scanning your every reaction, almost savoring your internal struggles like he could read them completely.
“Wh—What do you mean?” You asked in a tremulous voice.
Something in Leon’s eyes flickered as he bit his lower lip and almost suppressed a chuckle.
“You know, because you’re the best researcher and the first line of intel it makes sense that we work alongside one another.”
Ok, you were having an actual breakdown and it showed. What did he mean about that? Well, you knew what he meant but like what did he really mean? That you were going to have to see him every day? You could barely bear this unexpected intrusion and now he's telling you that you're going to be working partners? You didn’t do partners, you worked alone, you researched and informed the headquarters and that was it.
Leon kept looking at you with his head slightly tilted to the side, clearly enjoying your reaction. You sucked in a breath, trying to collect yourself.
“Is it really necessary?”
And it was the only thing you thought to ask, you knew Leon was there to join your unit and it did make sense what he was saying but a part of you just wanted it to be a lie. You didn’t know how much you could bear having someone like him all over you at all times, the thought of it just made you…quiver.
And no, it wasn’t because he was incredibly hot and unbelievably gorgeous, no, it wasn’t because his mere presence made your heart race and your insides burn and of course, it wasn’t because the sound of his voice and that stupid grin and the way he just called you kitten made your panties soaked in a fucking second.
Fuck, you couldn’t be thinking of that when he was still right in front of you like a fucking predator smelling how aroused his little victim was…
Ok, you really needed to stop now.
Leon chuckled, “Don’t worry, I won’t bother you too much, kitten.”
That fucking nickname again, your panties were as soaked as they could get.
“Stop calling me that.”
You tried to sound more serious than strangled but failed completely, Leon cracked another one of his fucking smirks and you felt the heat in your body increase, god, you weren’t sure if he annoyed you as much as he turned you on.
God no, he just annoyed you, that’s all.
“Why? It fits you perfectly, a shy kitten.”
Oh god, you could kill him.
“I’m not shy. I’m introverted!” You exclaimed, feeling your face burning up, “And certainly not a kitten!”
Sandy better fucking get her hands ready making you all the croquettes you wanted, she owes you one after this.
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Not now kitten daddy has to make 20 annoying posts in a row that won’t be funny
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realest shit ive seen today
his laugh SAVES LIVES
i see god every time i hear his laugh
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runs around on all fours while screaming and biting furniture and peoples legs
SWEET THING, leon s. kennedy.
a heated argument between you and your older boyfriend turns into an another heated moment. afab!reader x older!bf leon, unprotected p in v, mentions of tummy bulge, usage of pet names, praise. minors do not interact.
LEON KENNEDY hated—no, in better words, despised—yelling at you. just how could he? he knows the fact that you were sensitive to him raising his voice, he knew better than that. but today, you were pushing his buttons a little bit more than how the usual arguments went, making it hard for him to keep his emotions in control. when you kept on babbling about how he didn’t care about himself at all, there was only one thing in his mind, and that was to shut your mouth for just a fucking minute.
everything escalated quickly, really. you didn’t even think the argument with your boyfriend would lead to him destroying your insides on your new leather couch.
“my poor baby, you just needed a good fuck to clear your mind, huh?” he grunts, and all you can do is squirm and moan, your knees on your chest as he fucks you senseless, the couch sticking to your sweaty skin. it’s raw and passionate; it’s not just fucking anymore, it’s something more than that.
you knew that whenever Leon fucked you, all of his pent up stress, tension and worries from missions got released into you. today was no different. you could feel just how angry he was at you from his hard thrusts, he wasn’t going that easy on you. not after you tested his patience.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, look at this, I’m fuckin’ you so well you can feel me.” he says as he takes one of your hands, placing it over the bump appearing and disappearing near your stomach.
“‘s too much, can’t—” Leon leans in to muffle your pathetic whimpers with a sloppy kiss, knowing damn well that it works everytime for you to stop mumbling incoherent words.
it was amusing to him, to see you become such a foolish, babbling mess. all you could manage was slurred wants, needs and necessities about how you were so sensitive, that you couldn’t take it anymore. do you blame him for being so rough? after the way you behaved; he doesn’t think it’s such a bad thing that he’s battering your sweet spots until your brain becomes soupy liquid dribbling from your ears, moaning under him like a fucking whore, just how he likes you.
“i know, baby, i know. just feels so good doesn’t it?” he whispers after pulling away from the kiss, continuing to plunge himself inside your velvety walls, not giving you the time to catch a breath.
he gently places your legs over his shoulders, he wants you deeper, so deep he might get lost. your face contorts and he can’t help but lean down to kiss your confused looking face. why do you feel so good? because it’s him. it’s all him.
his words, the relentless pounding and the visible bulge in your tummy were your undoing. the heat on your stomach was unbearable, you couldn't take it anymore, it was consuming you, driving you over the edge so fast that you couldn’t put a stop on it.
your pussy tightens so hard around him that he nearly has to stop his thrusts. it feels like you are floating, like every receptor in your brain was producing serotonin on overdrive. your legs shake as you cum, mouth opening to scream but nothing coming out.
“thaaat’s it, atta girl.” he chuckles as he fucks you through your orgasm. he doesn’t stop pounding onto your hole with abandon, determined on chasing his own high.
the look in your eyes was almost enough to push him over the edge in that instant. your eyes are watery and the face you’re making is downright lewd. he swears he’ll never be able to get over that face, that damn adorable dumbfounded look, no matter how much he fucks you.
he stops his brutal pace for a second to gain his composure and you can feel him throb deep inside of you. it had to be the best you’ve ever felt, no guy could ever be better than your old man.
“want me to fill your sweet cunt up for being so good f’me?” his hips stutter as he uses the hold on your waist to ram you into his cock faster. you can only dumbly nod at his question, too lost in the post haze of your orgasm.
Leon throws his head back, burrowing his cock as much as he can into your quivering cunny. you’re so sure you’ve never seen a more handsome sight; his brows all furrowed, his hair sticking to his forehead, eyes closed and lip harshly bit. you were about to say something when you feel something warm blossoming in your tummy.
“Leon, fuck, ‘s so much!” you whimper, moaning as it built and built and built, like there was a dam of something flooding into you.
“shhh, take it, take it all.” you unintentionally, probably instinctually, squeeze around him, drawing more out as he fills you full of his sticky, warm cum.
there was a moment of silence as he stayed inside of you, keeping you plugged full, only the sound of each others heavy breaths filling the living room.
it’s like that for a minute before Leon is cleaning you up and making sure you’re okay, and asking if he went too rough on you with that coy grin of his as if that wasn’t his intent.
thanks for reading! likes and reblogs are highly appreciated. remember that you’re loved and you matter.
© kennedyswhore 2023. please do not copy, repost or translate any of my work, that’s not really cool.
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one day i will convince my father to write an autobiography and it will be the best book ever written because he has, in no particular order:
survived a plane crash
survived a train crash
sunken a boat (accidentally)
survived said boat sinking by clinging to a buoy for a day until a fisherman found him
stolen a motorcycle as a child, crashed it and had to spend a month in the hospital
got kicked out of said hospital because he thought it was funny to curse at the nuns
started a religion as a child dedicated to some random old pagan god he read about in a book
collected money from other children who he roped into attending his services
got arrested because he thought it would be funny to push over a telephone booth in front of a police officer
stowed away on a boat just for funsies
survived a war
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hes a SLUT hes a WHORE and a creep AND a weirdo..
good morning
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Strung from reality
IN WHICH . . . you bought the new CAPCOM remake of Resident Evil 4 . . . only to lead to the unexpected, how will you treat your new infected house guest?
Las plagas infected!Self Aware!Leon Kennedy x reader
a multiple part series of an Leon Kennedy x reader
TW: Implied sexual content, but no smut, Leons fucking coocoo banana rambas, someone lock this man up, implied AFAB reader later on, smut in future chapters, not proof read, knife mention, leons a fucking cereal goblin
A/N: THIS IS NOT PROOF READ! Im a self teaching writer so do not expect this fic to be the most graciously crafted fanfic ever like some writers make (cough cough lipglossanon, luv your work :3)
MINORS DNI FOR FUTURE SMUT CHAPTERS!
You finally purchased the PS5 you had been saving up for, primarily so you could play the Resident Evil 4 Remake video game. A few years ago, you just discovered the series and were eager to play the remake of one of your favorite games.
Setting it up was the hard part, so many wires and instructions to the TV to your console all confused you. You hated living alone because you couldn't ask someone else for help but hey, at least you can gawk at Leons arms in peace, right? As you finish setting it up you sigh in relief. Turning it on and downloading the game as you went off and cleaned your home in peace, it was a two story house with some spacing. You didn't need all of that room just for yourself. But you wanted to treat yourself when you had the money to move out of that small apartment downtown, it made you almost claustrophobic.
After it finished downloading you jumped up from where you laid on the couch, sitting down and grabbing the console before you looked at the TV, opening the game and selecting a gamemode. ‘Hardcore sounds fun..’ You smirked as you pressed on it, watching as the screen faded to black and then to a cutscene.
After the entire startup to the game ends you walk around, getting to the village as you start shooting and running around. Trying to escape the Salvador NPC chasing after you, struggling to press the button to shoot at it to lessen its HP. Your controller malfunctions and causes you to no longer be able to walk, the Salvador NPC comes towards you and a cutscene displays of Leons death with the same chainsaw the NPC was wielded with. You curse under your breath,”Son of a bitch!” After you press the button to replay again you mumble to yourself,”Sorry Leon..” before moving again. “Let it go.” Leon chuckled, making you confused– did he just talk to you? Or is that just coincidence?.. (or some shitty Frozen reference..) “That's a weird voice line..” You tried to brush it off, chuckling nervously as you continued to play.
You got to the point of the underground mining areas of the island, yawning as you set the controller down and popped your back, bending your torso side to side, rolling your shoulders in circles,”Food sounds good right now..” You sat up, your knees cracking with you as you went to grab a snack before you went back to the game. Grabbing a small packet of fruit gummies before sitting back on the floor and picking the controller up, admiring Leon's graphics as you smiled to yourself,”He looks good in the remake.” You took a few handfuls of the small fruit snacks as you stared at his figure.
“You think so?”
You jumped up, your back straightening as you let out a sharp inhale. Staring at the TV screen as you rubbed your eyes before looking back at the screen,”Thats fucking crazy..” You backed up from the TV, shocked at what just happened. Was this some new update where he talks to you? What the fuck is happening? Leons character starts moving on its own, walking around as your camera follows him. Your hands reached for the controller, fumbling it in your hands as you tried to stop his movements. Totally stunned as you watched him hit barrels and interact with the digital world on his own,”Woah– What the fuck is happening!?--” You hit your controller and Leon suddenly stopped. Is this some kind of prank? You opened your mouth to speak slowly,”Hello?..” You felt like an idiot for thinking this may work.
“Hey.” Leon says nonchalantly, looking up towards the screen as he smirks. You stood up, hands on your head as you started to pace around your living room,”This is a fucking joke, some prank the seller who gave this to me is doing..” You heard Leon talk,”That's rude.” He laughed, he fucking laughed! You stopped in your tracks, watching as he was now tilting his head as he looked at you,”Sorry, It's just I never had a fictional, programmed, character speak to me before.” You said sarcastically as you tried to control your breathing. What the hell is going on?...
Leon adjusted his posture as he chuckled,”Ah. Well, makes more sense. Thanks Einstein for finding that out.” You sighed, still on edge about the whole situation. I mean, a talking, supposed programmed character that was supposed to just say corny one liners and shoot NPCs is speaking to YOU. Everything that happened in a span of just a few hours made your whole world seem unreal, like a dream. You pinched the bridge of your nose,”Im.. I'm going to bed, i'll solve this tomorrow..” You sighed, looking at Leon one last time before shoving your controller in a random cubby in your TV stand and running to feel the soft sheets below your fingertips.
What the fuck just happened?
Was your last thought before you succumbed into a peaceful sleep. Hours later you were awoken to a loud CRASH! In your home, quickly sitting up to look around your dimly lit room. The rising sun was the only thing illuminating the entire way to the door, quickly snapping out of the frozen shock you reach for inside your nightstand. Grabbing a pocket knife, slowly inching your way to the downstairs of your home. Assuming that's where the crash was located. Grabbing the edge of the wall, you peek around the corner to your living room, immediately noticing your TV screen was broken. Glass shards all over the floor below the now busted TV, whoever broke into your home was a real piece of shit.
Taking the knife out of the built in container you grip it with just enough force so your shaking hands won't drop it, slowly but quietly making your way throughout the house. Footsteps from behind startle you as you jump, trying to turn to see the culprit. Only leading to your eyes to be covered and a hand against the one gripping the knife, you're in shock from how quick this all took place. But before you could say anything you hear a voice that's all too familiar,”Its just me.” You flinched at his hot breath against your ear,”Leon?..” You asked.
Confusion replaces your fear as you managed to escape from his hands, turning around to see it was Leon . . . Your eyes widen,”How are you?-” You trace a circle around his body in the air, trying to find the right words,”Here? In your home?” He seems all too giddy about this situation,”Yeah, Uh..” You put the pocket knife in your sweatpants pocket, staring at him. His body now covered in those black veins like you saw during the playthroughs. Leon snickers,”I honestly don't know, but I'm glad I'm out of it.” I praise lord saddler for he has sent me to this world to rid it of its sins..
You pointed at him before pointing in the kitchen,”You hungry? Or do you like . . . not eat?” Leon just shrugs, this whole situation has gone so quickly to the point you don't know how to react, do you scream? Cry? Cheer? You chalked up to what you need to do is just treat him like a house guest at least, it's the best thing you could do right now. Leon bit his bottom lip, walking into your kitchen,”I'm used to eating raw eggs and snakes, so I atleast want to try.” I want to eat you. He jokes, following him as you get him something simple. Cereal, placing the bowl on the counter next to him before clasping your hands together,”How is this going to work? Like, are we going to pretend you were never in a video game? Are you going to get a job or?..” Leon shrugs,”There's no record of my existence, popping out of a video game doesn’t include what you need to even work at a fast food joint.” You sigh, watching him eat as you grab a broom and dustpan,”What’chu doing?” He says with a mouthful of cereal.
You started sweeping up the glass,”Cleaning the shitty mess you made.” Leon finishes up surprisingly quick before grabbing your hands into a still,”Its my mess, ill clean it.” You shrug, nestleing down on the couch. You were not going to complain for a free cleaning service,”I guess no more movies . . . ” Sighing as you watch Leon dump the glass into a trashcan, setting the broom and dustpan down he sits down beside you.
Tomorrow you have to get another TV…
#leon kennedy x reader#self aware leon kennedy is so babygirl#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy x y/n#self aware resident evil#i love leon kennedy#leon wants pussy BAD#oh nah lord saddler got his ass
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