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✯𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟?✯

Notes: So like... @mjtheartist04's Little Red Riding AU, amiright??? 👀 This is just a little gift for my pookie 😚🫶🏻 gotta say this one's pulling me out of a writers block, so thanks for having such a clever dream, 'Jay!! 🩶❤️🩶

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"I don't believe in fairytales, Genya." Rika stated with a mear shrug, her eyes leaving the young innkeeper as she glances back at the picture etched into the aged paper of a wolf, baring its large teeth at a little girl cowering against a tree deep into dark woods. She closes the burgundy leather clad book, setting it back down atop the dark oak front desk that Genya had tapping his finger against, the tapping in sync with his anxious leg bobbing, causing small whines to leave the old floorboards.

He only grunts in response, his jaw taught as he almost seemed to be grinding his teeth behind his tight lips. It wasn't new to Rika about his behavior, but something about it of all nights felt... Off.

"What? Don't believe in the Big, Bad Wolf?" Genya stated - almost genuine, and Rika would have considered it so if it weren't for the slightly raising of his brows that implicated his comment was supposed to be taken with humor.

Rika returned it with a grin splaying across her lips, bringing a hand up to the end of her crimson colored hood, tugging at it like one would tipping a hat, the action causing some of her Prussian hair to fall at her shoulders from where it had been hidden behind the vibrant fabric. "If that were true, I wouldn't have a job, now would I?" She strides across the room, not leaving Genya's train of eyesight - both not daring to break it just yet.

"To say The Big Bad Wolf would be insinuating the folks around this village believe we're dealing with a Werewolf problem which, of course, is ridiculous." Rika says, Genya tilting his head ever so slightly, eyes squitning just a tad, as though he wasn't curious by the theory, but almost offended.

"Even then, the problem is as obvious as finding the difference between water and wine." Rika gives a lopsided grin, leaning a window at the front of the dimly lit inn.

"Sheep and other wildlife disappearing or found mangled is a simple conclusion: it's just a pack of hungry wolves - actual wolves, I mean. And they just need to be relocated or taken care of."

She turns to the window, using two of her fingers to pry open the dark fusia curtains, just enough to take a peek outside and see her horse chewing at a few weeds that had crept from a few floorboards beneath near the stone streets. For some reason, she didn't feel comfortable on the idea of leaving him out there any longer, wanting to get him to a stable soon before the sun had fully set in only a few minutes.

"Look at that moon... It's beautiful tonight." Rika spoke, her voice a little softer now, dual colored eyes trained on the full pale beauty in the night sky, glistening against her iris’s of blue and pink. "Wven in the dark of night, something about their always being a light, even behind murky clouds... It makes you feel safe, doesn't it?"

"Funny." Genya spits bitterly, his voice breathy and muttered - but Rika caught the venom, almost feeling as though it was aimed at her. "It's funny what the moon does to people." He finishes after a second of silence, now seeing he had Rika’s attention.

Genya's execcent tapping against the counter came to a halt as his nail dug into the carvings, making a small squeaking noise at the traction of his nail splintering into it. He pulls away from it, trudging toward where Rika once was, eyes trained on the book, his buckled boots dragging across the floor, making a noise that didn't bring comfort to Rika, her brows furrowing.

"For most, it brings comfort, a feeling of safety," he picked it up, flipping through the pages, his fingers skimming along the assorted jumble of paragraphs and such, matched with pictures and depictions- his dark eyes lingering on a picture of a man, almost in aogny as his body began to morph into a clawed, fanged, yellow-eyed beast.

"For others, it's a curse, an omen, a warning... For people like me." He snaps the book shut with a feirce 'crack!' As the pages collided shut once more- earning a little flinch from Rika, who had now forgotten her attention on the sky outside, and kept her cautious gaze on the man in front of her.

"Genya... You're scaring me." She speaks, her voice faltering ever so slightly to prove that point, but she still kept her ground, finding her hand slowly making its way toward the hilt of her weapon, hidden behind her cloak.

"I know." Genya bluntly confirms, finally standing to his full height instead of hunched over the table. Something about him made him almost look taller now. "I can hear your panicked breathing."

The statement had already set enough alarm bells off in Rika’s head, enough for her to start backing away from her close friend- which she immediately regretted, cause Genya must've taken it as a challenge, and with each step she took backwards, he took a step forward.

"What good ears you have." Rika would have said it in a sarcastic dry tone if it weren't for the tremor in her voice, keeping her vocals to a mere mumble.

The pit in her stomach grew deeper and steeper with each step, unable to tear her eyes from Genya, almost in fear that if she did, he'd take that chance and jump at her. Hell. She didn't even want to blink. She felt so... Hunted.

"The better to hear your pretty little heart racing with."

In that moment, watching the cautious steps he took, the way his body almost hunched like an animal hiding in bushes and trees, his eyes trained and laser focused, not a sound coming from him other than his voice. He was like an animal stalking.

And she was prey.

"I can see it too. See your heart pounding in your ribcage... I can see it all." His eyes were like empty sockets, nothing but a blazing gold in place of iris’s that put the dim candlelight in the Inn to shame.

"W-what good eyes you have." Again, Rika stated, and with each one, she was beginning to see a side of Genya she knew she wasn't supposed to see. As a matter of fact, one she was supposed to ever find out about.

"The better to gaze at that face of yours morph into fear." Genya explained almost subtly, like it was passing conversation, his voice low and quiet - different from his usual behavior and mannerism. Rika didn't like it. This wasn't Genya. This wasn't her Genya.

It only took one final step before Rika felt the sensation of the wall, and the pit in her stomach formed so large that she was surprised it hadn't swallowed her whole. The beating in her chest started to sound louder, thundering in her ears so hard in almost hurt. The grip on her weapon stayed firm- but that's where it stayed, her body almost frozen with fear and defeat, leaving her unable to draw put and ready herself for the ever coming attack.

And now, finally unable to escape, she watched helplessly as Genya got closer - painfully slow in doing so, as if he was enjoying the sight as she realized she was cornered and unable to run. Not this time.

His lips curled into something sinister, all teeth and no smile, suddenly, pearly white fangs on display, prodding from his dark gums, his jaw tense and causing the muscles along his neck and collarbone to strain.

"W... What big teeth you have." Rika swallowed thickly, her throat feeling suddenly dry, her body both hot and cold as a sweat begins forming on the back of her neck, and a chill slithers up her spine, like daggers drawing into her skin. Her face was hot, and she thanked heaven above it was too dark to see the red shade her skin had began to become.

At this point, Genya is already too close for comfort. His now clawed hands were splayed out at each side of her face, his face far enough Rika begin could examine the new features starting to become apparent under the moonlight still creeping through the sliver of opened curtains... But he was close enough she could hear the low growl emiting from his throat with his slow rise and fall of his chest.

Genya opened his mouth as though to finish this little banter of words between them, but he simply laughs, a low, slow laugh, his head lolling to the side as he brings his face close to the side of her own, his almost manelike hair tickling against her tan skin, causing goosebumps to ripple along her shoulder.

He brings his hand down from where it was perched, his knuckle barely brushing against her cheek, the cold meeting her warmth was enough to even make him shudder. Tugging a long strand of her dark hair from where it was hidden behind her pointed ear, playing with the strand between his fingers.

"Now that you believe it," He starts, his voice gravelly and low, animalistic, something she hadn't heard out of him before. "Tell me something, Rika..." His breath was hot against her ear, making her hiss ever so slightly between her teeth, trying to cock back from the feeling, but only making contact with his other arm, caging her in.

"Are you scared of the Big, Bad Wolf?"

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067supremacy · 3 years

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18+ content ahead!!! You've been warned.

B x g

Tw: unprotected sex, swearing, light dirty talk.

Some awful smut for your innocent eyes......

Mine

The days without Leon were challenging for you. He would frequently leave for days at a time, travelling to God knows where. He was taking on all sorts of evil that plagued the world. This is one of the times. It was hard for you not to think about it, but with Leon gone and you having desires that were being left unfulfilled, you decided to ease the tension by only running your fingertips over your body. The spongy bed beneath you acts as a force that will only increase your need as Leon's scent covers most of the area.

You are fully immersed in your touch. The tips of your fingers find your nipples. You roll the pair between two fingers, your little whimpers for the man who was away get soaked into the air of your bedroom. You give out the first mention of his name, "Leon," you whisper breathlessly. Your fingers on your nipples were nice but compared to Leon's? You weren't even close.

You begin an adventure down south, one goal sits in your mind, and that's to feel everything, the curl of your fingers would surely get the job done. That little voice at the back of your head whispers, "it's not the same without Leon," and that voice is right, but you'll have to make do with what you have. You imagine the veins of Leon's hands spiking as he grips your tits. That wild look in his clouded eyes when he knows he is about to fuck you, you imagine every single detail down to the moment where you both climax.

Your pointer finger and middle finger make contact with your currently throbbing clit. You pleasure yourself, but something is missing more like someone is missing. Leon's last words to you as he kissed you goodbye spring to mind. "Don't touch what's mine while I'm gone, " the possession in his voice was exciting; if only he could see you now, rubbing your clit while teasing the entrance that he owned. Then you do it; you jabbed a finger into your heat if only Leon could see you now.......

"What the fuck did I say about touching what's mine?" Leon's voice booms through the bedroom. You've never moved so quick; you stop what you're doing and attempt to cover yourself with a blanket, but it was no use. He saw everything, and although he sounded angry, the smirk on his face says otherwise. You already know what's about to happen and that excites you.

Leon drops his bag by the door and steps toward the bed, "come here, " Leon commands; you wouldn't dare disobey him at the moment. You needed this man; you needed to feel him. Anything would do at this point.

You stand before him naked from head to toe. His hungry eyes eat up every inch of your body; the innocent look you give him fuels a tent to form in his pants. You bite your lip in arousal, and that's the moment Leon snaps; he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. You can feel your juices roll down your thighs at the image of Leon dominating you; you turn around expectantly and put your hands behind your back. You feel a light pressure on your wrists as they click into place, binding your hands behind your back entirely.

"Now get on your knees, " Leon says just above a whisper; it comes out sounding like a warning, and you know it's best to do as he says. You turn to face him and drop as gracefully as possible to your knees; you come face to face with the tent that throbs in his pants, excitement within you keeps building as you wonder what he has in store. Leon pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his ripped body, scars and bruising from previous missions line his skin, but you can't help but love him even more for it.

His hands work at the buckle of his belt; the sound of metal clinking makes you feral, oh how you wish to see what he has inside there. He pulls his trousers and underwear down at the same time, releasing his perfect cock. Precum weeps at the tip, your mouth waters to taste it, and Leon knows this. As much as he wants to fuck your mouth, he knows it will be more painful for you to wait even longer. Leon jerks his thickness right in front of you, almost like he's challenging you to make a move, but you sit still with obedience being an extreme turn on for your boyfriend.

"Open your mouth for me, and stick your tongue out, " Leon demands once again to your relief. You do as you're told without question, which grants you a reward. Leon places the hefty tip on your tongue; your mind spins when you get the taste of precum. You moan at the taste, and you feel the tension in Leon build; he was so close to snapping you just had to do one more thing for him. You look up at him, eyes glossed with need, and you wink at him as you swirl your tongue around the thick head—Leon-as expected-snaps by grabbing the sides of your head and guiding his dick into your mouth. The heat of your mouth is heaven for Leon; he slowly controls your movement, careful not to strain you, but it isn't long before he starts going deeper and thrusting a little harder.

"Fuck, such a good girl, taking my cock like this, " filth drips from Leon's lips. He just had to fuck your mouth, and that's what he does. You breathe through your nose as you know what's coming; you welcome the pricks of tears in the corner of your eyes, the sound of his tip reaching the back of your throat rings through the room over and over again. Leon looks down at you in awe as he pushes all the way in until your nose meets his body. His animalistic grunts turn you on to no end; your throat tightens around the thick cock; Leon could have sworn he saw stars.

He finally pulls his dick out of your mouth; you cough slightly, eyeing up the strings of spit that connect your mouth to his dick. You look up at him with the same innocent look as before; you loved sucking him off, but you needed to feel him inside you. Leon practically picks you up and places you on the bed; it's awkward with your hands cuffed behind your back, but he drags you to sit at the edge of the bed. You are wet, too wet at this point. There is only so much you can take, so you beg and plead for Leon to slam into you, to fuck you like only he could. To your surprise, he takes pity on your need; Leon sets his penis at your soaked entrance and pushes in.

The wetness of your channel makes it easy for him to slide in. Eventually, your boyfriend is entirely sheathed in your heat; you squirm for him to make a move, you whine just the way Leon likes and that breaks his holding power. Leon draws back slowly and rolls his hips gently to gyrate a delicious drag on your insides; you can feel everything, every vein, every ridge; it feels like heaven. He resists the urge to slam into you with reckless intent, but ultimately, his instincts get the better of him. Leon lets his hips fly, pumping into your dripping centre with such ferocity that your high is already approaching.

The sound of your juices spilling down your thighs with every thrust are complete with skin slapping skin. You moan as loud as you can; at this point, your throat was shot, but that wouldn't stop you from telling Leon how good he was. "Fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight, baby." Leon moans into your neck, where he buries his face to concentrate on slamming into you. His thrusts get sloppy and needy; you know he wants to cum, but it wasn't going to be in this position. With as much strength in your voice that you can muster up, you ask if he will fuck you from behind, Leon's favourite position.

He pulls out and spins you as quickly as he can. Your ass is one of the best sights to Leon, and he's quick to ram back into your pussy. This position gives the both of you more pleasure than you had anticipated. Leon keeps one large hand around your throat from behind while also holding onto the handcuffs between your hands to keep you upright. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, " you pant as your pussy tightens significantly. You're so close, and when Leon beckons you to let go, it's like your earth shatters. Your vision blurs, and you jerk upright; a splash of your liquid pushes Leon out of your heat; Leon makes quick work of your clit, making you squirt out more liquid. Leon's head is spinning at this point; he asks you the critical question. "do you want me to cum on you, or in you?" you're still in your blissful haze. The question hadn't even registered.

You come alive again when Leon pushes back in; your molten insides massage Leon in all the right places, his stomach clenches and the bubbling feeling deep within is close to exploding. You still haven't answered his question, but when you whisper "in, " Leon gets what you mean. With one last thrust, he spurts his white, thick load deep inside you. Leon's guttural moan triggers yet another orgasm for you as well. Leon holds your sweaty body close from behind. You feel complete, and the pulsing cock buried in your pussy sends you into a frenzy, a need to be fucked over and over again until morning rises the next day.

Leon wasn't always here, but when he was, you felt like he was your home. You just had to remember not to touch what was his.

P.s I apologise....

#resident evil #resident evil village #gaming #imagine #smut #leon kennedy #re2 remake #re4 leon #leon x reader

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