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sexy-opium-ravioli · 9 months

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Morning Sun

Universe: Resident Evil

wc: 1,891

Pairing: Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: No genuine active smut contained, but graphic mentions of smut. Vague angst? Either way this fic will be 18+!! No minors, sorry!!

a/n: I know that i have a bad hyperfixation for this man but I cannot help it. Every few years Leon enters my mind, gets drunk and refuses to leave like the sick old bastard he is. Either way, some new adventure time fics will be dropping soon, lovelies. I hope they'll be better than whatever this is!!

again props to lipglossanon!! I read their dogman!Leon fic this morning and all jokes aside, it did actually give me rabies.

without further ado,

The sun’s quiet, striking rays bled through the curtains covering your window. Opening your eyes, for a couple of minutes, all you did was observe how the dust and particles of your room would enter the rays of light, glitter for a few beautiful moments, and then exit and disappear completely. How your soft breaths would make the floating dust swirl and dip in the air.

Footsteps laden with sleep marched by your thin bedroom door, the owner’s hand not even bothering to harass you in this early morning hour. There was a twist of pleasure lurching in the bottom of your stomach that you couldn’t quite place the emotion of. Sure, Leon made you feel good, and he made you feel good often, but there was just something strange about this entire situation. It was something you felt like you weren’t allowed to read, family ties concerning your stepbrother were always hushed, always secretive.

You could see it in his eyes when the sky was cloudy outside, when irises the color of sea glass glazed over whenever he even saw the trace of flame. There was something that happened to him, but until he told you, you knew that it was not your place to know.

So, almost every night at this point, you’d let him slip into your room and fuck you, because there was something else happening behind those eyes whenever he did. And maybe the next night would inch you closer to the truth than you had been before, maybe it wouldn't. Maybe this was Leon’s strange way of healing, letting himself be sweaty in your arms, laying his damp head on your chest, panting in the dark. There would be some nights when the curtains were drawn tight and the moon was invisible, and the light pollution of the city you two were living in snuffed out almost every star in the sky.

On those nights, he would scratch you, and he’d hold your hips so tight you would bruise and squeal in a sort of pain that only brought you more pleasure as an apology. Sometimes, when those nights were pitch black and all you could ever know was him, he would cum deep inside your body and you would feel tears track their searing path down your skin. You’d hold him tight and he’d cry into the pillow. If on the rare chance that you two would wake up together, there would not be a word spoken about it. Leon would even leave you alone during the day as consolation. The teasing, the ribbing, the brother-like feeling of annoyance that Leon would always so easily place in your chest would always be softer.

Sometimes, after those rough nights, you would sit on the couch and wince and you would catch the end of guilt playing itself out in your stepbrother's eyes. Something happened to him. Something strange, and deep.

But right now, the morning was standing to its fullest glory, and the sunshine was tinting your room gold. All you could do was admire the prettiness and follow the shimmer like a crow.

Breakfast was a desolate affair.

The family still hadn’t gotten used to each other yet- and not really in the way between yourself and Leon anymore. No, while you two finally seemed to be getting along, (At least, in the eyes of your shared parents), the wear and tear of a stressed, overworked couple was starting to show. Sometimes, you would search your parent’s eyes for any meaning behind their stress, to see if any of it was because of you- but nothing.

More often than not, nights were left with arguments that led mornings to be silent and awkward. But, thankfully, it was a free, clear Saturday. You didn’t have any morning plans at the very least, so you could just grab a bowl of cereal and scurry back to your room with it. You wanted to bask in the sunshine and go back to sleep, because the morning warmth always felt beautiful.

So, when you stroll into the kitchen to make something for yourself to eat, your eyes set upon the shirtless figure of your stepbrother. He was a bit older than you, a bit taller than you, a bit meaner than you. He always seemed to be a bit more than you whenever you were found measuring yourself, but you also had the capacity to see that his trait for competition wasn’t always a good thing. You wondered why that trait was in him at all.

But still, there were some times when he’d steal quick kisses from you in the dark, unshared corners of the new house you moved to- and you swear you could smell sweetness on his skin. Sometimes his eyes would glide all over you, and you felt like you were being studied every time he got the chance to take the time. He tried to hide it- but at this point, his studying is paying off; he knows every curve and corner and awkward angle of your body. His hands knew it, much more than before. You felt the spreading warmth of familiarity in his fingertips when he traced shapes on your skin.

He pulled you out of your thoughts, which mainly manifested in a burning of arousal in your gut and remembrance of exactly how he fucked you the night before. Your stroll stutters for even half a second- he notices and smirks- before you ignore his gaze and just decide on getting yourself a glass of water before leaving. You’ll know it’ll taste like stinging mint sliding down your throat, but you’d rather put off breakfast for the current moment. You didn’t have it in you to deal with Leon, however enchanted you might be with him.

As soon as you finish your glass and set it down in the sink, you feel arms firmly wrap around your center. Sometimes, Leon’s touch was the warmest, toastiest embrace that you’ve ever felt. Other times, times where it was unexpected -where it was wrong to be acting like this in a semi-public part of the house- it was like you’d been tiptoeing over thin ice, and it suddenly caved in all around you.

It was a sort of cold water shock, how much your lungs wanted to expand against your ribs and gasp. But, you kept it down, kept it quiet- he’d tease you and be mean sometimes, but he preferred the quiet when he was nosing your hairline and kissing your cheek; grinding his hips against yours and pushing them against the lip of the sink.

The sun burned against your cheeks through the old glass of your kitchen window. You remember in your old house, your dad used to have a vine growing over the sill of its window. There was a burn in your chest at how much you missed that vine sometimes. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt the hips press harder and teeth tugging your large sleep shirt off the side of your shoulder; Leon sucked so hard on your skin that you knew it was an instant bruise. You let out a whimper before you closed your throat to any other embarrassing sounds that wanted to slip past your teeth.

“Leon,” From his name alone, from the breathy, whistling tone that flew past your lips and into his ears, Leon could tell that you wanted him to listen to you. He’s learned by now not to make you too mad in moments like this.

His head lifted swiftly to your ear, and he whispered, “What’s up, lil’ sis?” There wasn’t mockery in his tone, but rather fondness at this point. Either way, he was teasing the waters. His hand wandered up into the valley of the stomach underneath your shirt. You could feel your knees wanting to quiver a bit.

“Our parents-,” You try to reason. Your voice is even quieter, barely even speech (leaning more into syllables of breath, but Leon liked listening closely to you sometimes). You were beginning to tense and Leon could feel the muscles in your stomach clench in anticipation, in anxiety. In the warmth of the sunshine, with the steady rhythm of a faucet leaking into the mouth of a sink, Leon was fascinated by you. Every time he pressed his palms on you- when he touched you with his fingers or whispered in your ear, it reminded him how alive you were. How hot and toasty and breathing.

“Already off to work, don’t worry your pretty lil’ head,” His voice was scratchy and unused, it was around seven and one could easily assume he just woke up. But his voice was also a line of cologne weaving through the air like a billowing scarf. Or maybe, it was smoke.

“Please Leon, I’m tired. I just wanna go back to sleep,” Your head tilts back and lays heavy on his shoulder, your back completely leaning into his chest. Your nose was softly exhaling against his neck, and you almost felt the urge to giggle at him when you felt a shiver up his spine. For the sake of his pride, you chose not to mention it, lest you start an all-out war between the two of you.

Leon pondered you in the sunshine. “Wanna go to your room, then?” You nodded with the space you had, and you felt the arm keeping you up against him cross against your chest and gip the shoulder on your other side. He kissed you. “Let’s go,” He gives you the tiniest smile as you crack open your sleepbound eyes, and you give a small smile back.

You two untangle, and find that when the house is empty it feels like your own little kingdom. No expectations, no responsibilities, no masks of comedy to portray to the theater. It was all okay, and the air was breathable and the whole house was light. You wondered if Leon was experiencing the same world, or if your brain was starting to jump the gun on this whole thing.

Tiptoeing through the house like there was a sleeping dragon in each next room was fun, but being welcomed by the tranquil sort of quiet that your new room offered to you every morning was something else. You suspected that Leon was starting to like your room more than his own, but you tucked that thought down for when you needed to tease him.

Your body hit your still warm bed, and you quickly tucked your legs back into blankets still molded by their absence. God, this was nice. Your eyes were still closed and your tingling skin was basking in the already-hot sun when a weight dipped your mattress right at the start of your hip, and still you kept your eyes closed when he crept under the blankets right next to you and lay a heavy arm on your stomach.

Leon looked at you relaxing and found that he didn’t want to ruin it for now. Hell, he was sleepy too. He was always tired.

You two would have mind-dizzying sex later. (You would). Now, it seems that you’ve caught Leon right in the middle of your trap, and he decided to hold you a little tighter when he smiled at the thought.

#leon s. kennedy #leon s. kennedy x reader #stepbro!leon s. kennedy x reader #resident evil #i wrote this in a state of mind i shall not indulge to you #but trust #it was insane #god bless

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