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tosuckmyweenis · 22 days

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PLEASE.

ON MY KNEES

YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN KENNY

Beginning to Slip

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

summary: after watching a scream movie, you and toji have some fun with him in the ghostface mask

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, cnc, size kink, knife play, face slapping, degradation, dacryphilia, mentions of murder and death and ghostface stuff

word count: 3k

a/n: yes i did write one like this for leon a few months ago but idgaf 🤪 everyone say thanks to @nexysworld and @kaitkatme for giving me the motivation for this one. i hope everyone enjoys <3

It had started normal enough. A regular night shared between you and your boyfriend, watching movies in bed as you often would do when you both had the spare time and lack of energy for anything else. After scrolling through the tv for a while, you came across one of the new Scream movies.

“Ooh, I haven’t seen this one yet. Wanna watch with me?” you’d asked him casually, sparing a little glance in his direction.

Toji looked at the screen, scanning the description with mild interest. He shrugged. He’d never shared your affinity for horror, never really saw the appeal of slasher movies, but if it put you in a good mood, why would he say no?

You pressed play and tossed the remote to the side. Your head rests on his chest, splitting your hearing between the actors talking and the steady beat of his heat. He absentmindedly strokes your head. You’re quiet for the first couple scenes. That is until you hear the iconic voice crackling through the opening girl’s phone.

“Why does the killer voice get less hot every movie?” you ask.

A simple, innocuous question. One you had posed to other people when you had watched the film before this one. But to Toji, it isn’t just a passing remark. He raises an eyebrow and looks down at you.

“Hot?”

A smile grows on your lips as you meet his eyes. “Yeah, hot,” you laugh.

“Isn’t it supposed to be scary?” he teases.

“Yeah… but that’s what makes it hot,” you respond, your smile widening, “The voice, the knife, the stuff he says. I don’t know. It’s just kinda…” You squirm a bit, trying to communicate your desires through motions rather than figure out the proper wording.

“Kinda what?” he continues affectionately mocking, “You got a thing for masks too? Want me to rough you up a bit?”

You laugh a little more. “Maybe I do.”

His eyes widen with slight curiosity, but he plays it off in the moment, making a joke of how he didn’t know you were into that kind of thing. But the comment stayed with him. It replayed in his head even after the credits rolled and you fell asleep in his arms. It was still with him the next morning when he woke up.

Toji was by no means innocent. He was familiar with all this kinda stuff. He understood the appeal. That wasn’t what had his mind lingering on the idea as he showered and got ready for the day. He just never expected you, his girlfriend who’d always been so gentle, to want to get rough.

He wasn’t against the concept though. Not at all. Visions of you flooded his mind. You completely ruined beneath him, face wet with tears and drool, hips bruised from his fingers. He was so not against it he had to jerk off in the shower. Thanks to his overactive imagination though, it didn’t take too long. As soon as he got out and dried off, he ordered one of those masks.

He felt silly in the days after, painfully aware of how eager he was for it to arrive. When it finally arrived, he knew it was worth it though. He pulled it out of the bag, letting the black cloth fall into place. The ghoulish face stared back at him as if it knew what it was about to be used for.

That very night he intended to use it. He waited till the evening when you were sprawled across the couch relaxing. Then he snuck off to the bedroom and got dressed up. Donned in his normal black shirt with gray pants, he peered into the eyes of his reflection as he pulled the mask over his head. It sat flawlessly, the fabric pooling around his neck perfectly.

The last item he needs sits inside a drawer on his side of the bed. The knife. He’d had this part handled long before he knew you’d be into it. He takes out his favorite one, the one he knows will look prettiest pressed against your flesh. As he watches it glimmer in the dim light of the bedroom, he knows he’s ready to go.

He struts into the living room, pausing several feet away from you and allowing you to just take it in. He feels a pulse within the confines of his jeans as your eyes sparkle. You sit up slowly, looking him up and down.

“Toji?” you ask, “What… what are you doing?”

“You said you had a thing for masks and knives, yeah? Well I know you got a thing for me too,” he says as he begins to approach you.

He sees how your pupils lock onto the reflective blade. Holding the handle, he points it at you. The flat of the cool metal rests beneath your chin. He applies pressure and directs you to look up at him.

“Do you wanna try this out?” he breathes.

Timidly, you nod.

“I wanna hear you say it,” he says.

“I wanna try it out,” you answer.

“You want me to be rough?”

Another nod.

“How rough?”

“As much as you want,” you say so quietly it sounds close to a whisper.

He stares down at you for a moment, thinking over your answers. His thoughts smash into a mental wall when he hears your next sentence.

“Want you to make me cry,” you say. You’re looking up at him with doe eyes too. How could he resist this offer?

After a few moments of contemplation, he swipes the blade away from your jaw. “Should I give you a head start?” he asks simply.

A chill fizzles down your spine. He didn’t even need a voice mod. He already had the voice of an apex predator. You shake your head at his question, causing him to smile beneath the mask.

“Make the first move then, bunny,” he says.

As quick as you can, you scramble off the couch, ducking under his large arm. He chuckles while making a grab for you. You nearly trip but manage to make it to your feet and bolt down the hallway.

He spins around and follows, hot on your tail. He doesn’t have to run, his long legs carry him fast enough with a simple stride. The thrill of adrenaline pumps from your heart and out through your veins. You dash around different pieces of furniture, trying to prevent the heavy footsteps behind you from getting too close.

You come to a crossroads when the path ahead splits between another hall and the staircase. Without a second thought, you sprint up the stairs in the direction of the bedroom. It was pure instinct, but you know this game is about to reach the main part when you see his body fill the doorway. His chest rises and falls with his breaths. You can feel his eyes on you even if you can’t see them. Like a gazelle caged in with a tiger, you know there’s only one way this will end.

“Up the stairs instead of out the front door,” he tuts with a shake of his head, “An amateur mistake. One that dumb little girls like you always make.”

He stalks closer to you, and in-turn, you back away. Your steps continue until your back bumps the wall. He’s closing in, nearly close enough to pin you to the wall. As a last ditch effort, you dart to your left in the direction of the bed. In your mind, you were going to hop over the mattress and manage to speed past him back out the door.

You don’t get that far because he grabs one wrist and then the next and slams you face down on the bed. With your arms pinned to your back, all you can do is wriggle to try and find a way to slip out. He puts a stop to your squirming quickly though, jerking your wrists upwards and causing you to yelp in discomfort.

“Calm down, angel face. I’m not gonna hurt ya. Not until I have my fun at least,” he purrs.

He runs the tip of the blade along your skin peeking out from where your shirt had risen. There’s not enough pressure to draw blood, only leave you with a sting of anticipation. A shaky sigh leaves you, but you're careful not to move and send the knife piercing through your flesh.

“That’s better,” he hums before pulling the knife away and placing it to the side.

He releases your wrists as well, planning on removing your top next. You don’t make it that simple though. Your arms stretch forward and claw at the blankets to try and drag yourself to the other side of the mattress.

It takes him no effort to wrangle you back into position. His frame is so much larger than yours, it’s like he’s covering every inch of you. Anywhere you try to move, he’s already there. His fingers wrap around your limbs and encapsulate them completely.

He wrestles you still and whips you around onto your back. One of his hands comes up to your throat and sharply jerks your head, bouncing it off the cushioned surface below you.

“That’s a fight you won’t win, little brat,” he breathes as the eyes of the ghostface mask watch your figure.

You resign to be still for a few moments, only minorly fidgeting as he peels your shirt off you. He takes his time. Each second another inch of your body is exposed to him. He drinks in the revelation of your form. He’s so focused, so calculated with his movements that he doesn’t see your arm swinging at him until it collides with the side of the mask, almost knocking it loose.

To him, it was absolutely nothing. He doesn’t even falter. It registers in his mind in the same way a kitten batting its paw would. He stares down at you with a wild grin on his face underneath the white plastic.

His hand leaves your throat and grips your jaw, straightening you out before landing a firm slap on your cheek. He almost breaks and lets out a laugh at the way your hips jump from the contact. He gives you one more on the same cheek before lowering himself closer to you. You feel the cool smoothness of the knife dragging up your stomach and between your breasts as he speaks.

“Count yourself lucky it’s only my hand I’m using,” he taunts before using his free hand to tap your face once more.

The combination of the hits with the low thrum of his voice had you dizzy. Your head feels foggy in the best way as your heart beats faster and your chest rises and falls quicker with your increased breaths. The knife trails along your collarbone. You can feel a light scratch as he presses slightly harder than before. Still not enough to have you spilling crimson, but the right amount to have your panties sticking to your cunt from arousal.

“You gonna be good for me now, or do I need to give you a better reason to be?” he asks, voice right next to your ear. Your blood was running hot as you could hear him breathing under the mask, feel him hard and pressed against your thigh.

“I’ll be good,” you agree. Your voice comes out soft and hazy. He smirks at the state you're in from just a few smacks.

He backs off, rising to his feet again at the side of the bed. He tugs his own shirt over his head and tosses it to the side before dropping his pants. You can nearly feel your eyes dilate as they take in his appearance. No matter how many times you saw it, it never got old. Each ridge and dip in his muscular abdomen and chest looked so familiar but thrillingly new. His cock was a whole other story. The sight of it hanging between his legs had you drooling in more ways than one.

Reaching forward, he yanks you closer to his body by your hips and then tugs your pants off. The forming pile of clothing on the floor grows as he discards them there.

You’re now splayed out on the bed, left only in your panties. He can see the slick that’s soaked the middle of them. Slowly, he grabs the knife again and brings it between your legs. You whimper as you feel the edge of the blade slide up against your clothed center. Your jaw drops and your legs tremble. You stay perfectly still, your eyes trained on the veins on his forearm as he maneuvers the weapon.

“You’d look beautiful covered in red, babydoll,” he

It glides up the thin cloth between your legs and over your pelvis. The tip catches on the elastic waistband. You bite your lip. Your pulse becomes audible to you as the fabric lifts from your body, hooked on the shiny metal.

“Toji,” you whimper. You see the mask tilt up a bit as he glances at your face, but he says nothing. Until the garment snaps, tearing on the sharp point as the pull becomes too taut.

“You’d be the prettiest one yet,” he murmurs, “All marked up. No mistake about who you belong to.”

His fingers come up to the split in your underwear. He rips it in half like it’s nothing, drawing a gasp from you. The shreds of fabric hang from your legs, and he doesn’t bother removing it any further. Enough of you is accessible for his purposes.

Cupping his hands behind your knees, he pushes your legs up beside your stomach. He can’t get enough of how your pussy glistens and drips for him. He drags two fingers through your folds before gripping his cock and stroking it a few times. He lines up at your entrance and looks down at you for a moment.

“You ready for me, doll?” he asks.

But before you can answer, he shoves himself all the way inside, filling you completely with one stroke. The motion tears a loud cry from your lungs while a cruel laugh comes from him. You try to muffle it by covering your mouth, your own palm flying to your lips. He rips it away though and pins it back on the mattress as he starts thrusting.

“Don’t try to keep that shit from me. The sounds might be the best part,” he grunts, “I’d bet you’d sound the same if I was slicing you up instead of just fucking you stupid.”

Your eyes roll back as another moan springs free. Constant whimpers come next, intermingling with the creak of the bed. He’s not giving you time to adjust like normal, he’s getting right into it, hard and fast.

His skin slaps against yours, and you grip at his biceps, nails digging into the skin. His head tilts back as he sighs at the small stings. One set of fingers dig into your leg with a bruising hold while the other hand returns to your throat. He holds it, using it for leverage to continue drilling into you with no mercy.

It’s ruthless. You’re left gasping for air as your body bobs with the force of his movements. Your walls tighten up and release, struggling to accept the size of him still. Only the cusps of words can breach your lips. Nothing coherent makes it through.

Tears prick at your eyes as everything else in the world fades to the background. Your lashes flutter as you try to keep them in. They finally spill as his hand connects with your cheek again in a small tap.

“I asked you a question,” he growls into your ear.

“What?” you whimper as warm beads roll from the corners of your eyes, down your temples.

The sight of your glossy eyes looking up at him is almost enough to push him over the edge but he refrains and keeps slamming into your wanting hole.

“I asked if you were crying yet, but I think you have that answered,” he says.

“Oh,” you whine simply.

Your cries become more audible while your lips remain permanently parted, an endless cycle of mewls and whimpers seeping out between sobs.

You’re trembling and sucking him in more than before. His head has dropped to the crook of your neck as his breaths have morphed into harsh puffs. You’re both close and each of you knows this.

Your shaky hand rises to the back of his head, pushing the mask up over his head and letting his smooth black locks fall free. The mask falls off him onto the bed as he brings his head up to look into your eyes.

“Wanna see you when you finish me off,” you choke out.

He grins when hears that and presses his sweaty forehead to yours. “Any last words?” he asks.

One final shake of your head, and you explode from him. You scream as the pleasure courses through you. He locks his digits around you and presses his face harder against yours. The only time it was ok for your sounds to be hushed was when it was caused by his lips on yours.

He keeps fucking you hard and fast, only cumming himself as the overstimulation begins to set in for you. His cum floods your insides as he groans into your mouth. His body continues to roll rhythmically through the whole thing.

When he is done, he practically passes out on top of you. You push on him a little bit but not too hard. Being pinned beneath him was far from the worst thing in the world. He doesn’t move though. You’re kinda shocked he even pulls out with how unresponsive he was to you at the moment. You only know he’s still conscious from the tender way he holds your waist and the kisses he’s lavishing on your neck where his fingers had once been.

You decide this position is as good as any and lazily grab the tv remote which laid in its usual spot next to your pillow. With a few clicks of a button, you’ve got the first Scream turned on. You wrap your arms around Toji and nuzzle his head in return, content to drift off tangled together to the sounds of Drew Barrymore being slaughtered.

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tosuckmyweenis · 2 months

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I just want you all to know, that if and when this site does experience a real exodus and/or get sunsetted for good, even if we don't keep in touch I'll remember you so fondly. You're the online equivalent of the other kid on the beach where we built sandcastles together; the girl at the campsite where we explored the trees. You're the drunk person who shared kind words in the bathroom at the club, you're the talented artists at the life drawing class or the poetry night in a city where I don't live anymore. It makes me sad that maybe in the future our paths won't cross so easily, but even when we leave this little shared piece of cyberspace, carried away on our briefly intersecting trajectories, just know I still love you

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tosuckmyweenis · 2 months

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Barking UP the wall

where souls disappear

(mdni)

leon kennedy x reader

warnings: pirate!leon, mentions of violence, non-con, p in v, blood as lube, degradation, leon is mean ngl, harassment (?), mentions of death

a/n: this was a request from an anon. also lmk of it doesn't show up in the tags so i can promptly kms. anyway thanks anon for the idea!! i had fun writing this. this isn't proof read as always

title is from in your room by depeche mode

wc: 3.7k

Cannonballs barrelled into the wooden houses with little mercy, screaming of children and the clashing of swords rang through the air as you ran through the streets with your mother's hand clasped with yours.

The moon gave a peaceful glow to your port, to your home, but it was being savaged like you had never imagined. By pirates of all people.

You're unsure as to where your mother is taking you, having yanked you out from the front room as soon as trouble called, but you'd rather be anywhere but here.

A chill ran through your bones as you spotted a large group of pirates fleeting onto land, and it only rushed the both of you to find some sanctuary, some escape.

Your mother shouts your name, breaking you out of your trance of the pirates and continuing to make haste. You're no longer in the streets, but now you're going over untouched land laid with grass and a few trees.

“Where are we going?!” You pant out, hoping you were loud enough for her to hear over the ringing of the sounds of terror as more pillaged through the streets.

She doesn't reply to you at first, only leading you to the middle of the barren land and stamping on the ground. “There's a cache,” One of her steps lands on a lever, and she pulls it up. “You'll be safe here.”

It's a small underground box, one large enough to fit around two people, and enough height for them to sit up.

You pause at your mother's words, your head spinning to face her with wide eyes. “Mother- you're not staying with me?”

You're graced without a reply as she ushers you inside, helping you bunch up the dress you wore so you could fit comfortably inside.

As you sit inside, you look at her with a knowing yet pleading look, but all you're met with is a kiss on your head, then darkness as the lid of the cache shuts on you.

–

Seeps of daily light spill through the cracks of the lid of the cache as you lay uncomfortably on the floor. You have no room to complain, you'd rather be uncomfortable than dead anyway.

Somehow, you'd managed to get a few winks of rest. You wouldn't say forty winks, more like thirty, or twenty winks.

Thoughts about your mother, about your home, about all the people swam in your head like mindless fish. It was all messy, but one thing that unsettled you the most was the fact that the whole place was silent.

No more of those shrills or clashing. There was simply nothing, like the place had gone silent on command.

The smoke in the air was still potent, for the scent still lingered in the air you breathed, but not enough to make you choke, but enough to make you realise that what you went through last night is very much real.

Then again, you wouldn't be in this tiny box if it weren't so.

Voices echoed in the air, ones harsh and abrasive. It led you to quickly believe that the pirates were still here, and their purpose for bombing everything that had yet to be touched was not fulfilled.

Heavy boots trudged on the ground close to your location, and that's where you sat up and darted your head in all different directions to attempt to find a weapon, or something to protect yourself with.

Shouts soon grate your ears, and you're moving your skirt closer to you in case it covered anything, but nothing was to be found that was of any use.

Before you know it, the lid of the cache opens, and a spill of sunlight beams on you. Just as you jerked your hand to cover your eyes, a shadow looms over you.

A man riddled with grime and sea leered a grin at you, as if he had found treasure that would fund him and his future bloodline.

“Well, what do we have here?”

–

Nausea hits you like a brick once the reality of the situation fully hits you.

You're in the hull of the ship, that much is obvious as sunlight only peaks through the starwell that leads up to the main deck.

Being locked in a cell is something you've never experienced, but you've never felt so out of place before.

You're in new robes that your mother gifted you as a present for an event, an event you were on your way to until pirates showed up.

A swing of a hatch leaves you breathless, standing up from the moulding chair you were sitting on to see who your visitor was.

It's the same man who captured you, and you gave half the mind to shout at him, until more lackeys tumble down the stairs.

He unlocks the cell door, holding it open with nothing but lethargy. “Come on then darlin’, out ya come.” It's a sneer, more of a tease than an order, but their leering eyes leave you no choice but to take those steps forward to leave the cell.

Hands grab your arms to manhandle you to wherever you're being summoned to, and you try to ignore some that try to brush against your tits.

Desperate men really are pathetic, but the name says it all.

The air is much clearer now that you're on the deck, but being out on sea gives the air a tangy feeling to it, so you aren't immediately refreshed.

The pirates jeer at your struggle as they almost shove you up more stairs, leading to the Captain's quarters.

Considering how the ship had rats crawling around in the hull, the Captain's quarters were luxury compared to anything else.

Shades of a crimson red lay litany round the room, a sleazy sense of comfort suffocating the place, which made you feel increasingly more out of place than in that cell.

No rats though, right?

“Captain.” The pirates say in unison, like they were commanded to, like they were trained to as their prying hands finally leave your body, as well as the room, leaving you alone with the Captain.

Said leader idly stood in front of a window, hands pressed against the wood that withheld the window, as if something frustrated him.

His hands slid against the polished wood, then followed shortly after with a huff and a final reveal of his face.

The man was handsome, far too handsome for a man who has spent time on sea and ordered around a ship like this. Cleanliness was something he practised more than others, it seemed.

“My lady,” A step toward his desk, and a gesture for you to seat yourself on the empty chair was made. “Sit down.”

Not wishing to deny him nor comfort, you gently lower yourself into the chair. It was indeed comfy, but it could not bring you out of the fear that you have cradled in you.

“You know,” A pregnant pause follows, and you cut yourself from whatever crisis mode you were about to delve yourself into on hold. “We went against the pirate code to get you.”

Eyes and eyebrows dart up, and you can't help but have a thin veil of confusion over you. You don't know a lot about the Pirate code, but going against it for you? Strange stuff.

“...Am I supposed to be honoured?” You follow that with a crooked smile, one that resembles fear, awkwardness, and slight confusion all packed in one.

No one exactly taught you how to act in serious situation such as this, that much is obvious

But all the captain does is shake his head, and forms a grin on his face. For once, it's a grin devoid of any malice, but it's an emotion you can't quite decipher.

“Well- you'll reach for a hefty sum, I can assure you just as much.” You come with a price tag attached to you, and that much should be obvious.

Royalty fills empty pockets.

“Obviously, I am selling you to the highest bidder.” It's spoken in a flippant tone, one that is waved off by his hand as he plops himself on his chair. “However…”

The man glides around his desk until he's stood before you, and only then does he lay hands on you. They grip your face, harsh and mercilessly to force you to gaze up at him.

“Have you bedded a man before?” An embarrassing question, one that leaves you wide eyed and slightly shocked at his bluntness.

“How uncouth of you to ask such a question.” It's the only thing you know what to bite back with, but considering the lack of reaction, you continue. “I demand to be off this ship-”

His grip departs from your face, and the back of his hand collides with your face to form a powerful backhand, and only a yelp is returned.

“Suppose it doesn't matter anyway.” Tears sting in your eyes, and your hand drifts to caress your check gently to sooth the pain as his words hit you deep into your core.

Your eyes don't meet his as you soothe your pain. “Just who even are you?” Comes out timid, weak. It's a tone that you yourself aren't used to, as you try not to make a habit of looking weak.

“Captain Leon Kennedy.” A pause as he gauges out your reaction. “At your service.”

You can't be bothered to notice the mocking tone in the latter of his statement, as you sit in shock of who pillaged your home, who killed every man, woman, and child and has you aboard his ship.

Captain Leon Kennedy.

–

Stories of the man surfaced in your head, ones that induced fear to many. They were more rumours than any, ones that had come from the sea to land, and struck fear to many.

“You? You want to be a pirate?” A harsh whisper, one dancing around a candle as the group of teenagers shared stories.

Not exactly a campfire, but when you're supposed to be in bed, a candle would more than suffice.

“Why not? Duelling and ransacking ships, all the stuff you see in books” The boy speaking these had a clear following as some teenagers echoed agreements.

You weren't the part of this huddle ‘round the candle, pretending to be asleep because the other kids didn't like you.

A pause, one that leaves you tense in your chest. “You haven't heard of Captain Kennedy?”

Silence. A mutual understanding of who this man was, but you were clueless. Things such as pirates were a forbidden topic of discussion in your life.

“I haven't.” A girl, maybe a year older than you and was one of the more timid ones spoke out, and you could tell some looked flabbergasted at her admission.

A boy spoke once again. “Captain Leon Kennedy, who sails the cursed ship, who pillages anything that lives, who keeps a group of some of the most dangerous men running his ship, keeps women for his own pleasure then makes them walk the plank-”

“Walking the plank is a myth- he makes them either work there or get pushed off the ship.”

“No he does not-”

A heated whisper induced argument starts, but all you can think about is how such a man exists, but naivety was a fickle thing, and led you to believe that this man must be the most dangerous pirate ever.

It's all a farce, and you wish it weren't so. Maybe you have the better end of the stick, as he's yet to do anything cruel to you, and you've been fed some suspicious slop. But you aren't dead, and you aren't suffering.

Well, mentally you are, but physically you're fine.

The air is damp now that you're back in the hull, locked in the cell after your sudden bout of silence in front of the captain. He'd gotten bored of you fairly quickly at that point, and he didn't want to hurt you because it would ‘lessen your value’.

Silence was a tenacious bastard, one that leads you to think when not in company of others chatter, and thinking was a dangerous thing.

All you could do was pace your cell, back and forth to keep your mind from whirling into any straying thoughts and keeping your adrenaline at bay.

But it doesn't last long as you huff, plopping yourself on that same rotting wood from before, leaning your head on the cold iron to look glum.

The gentle swaying of the ship threatens to lull you to sleep, but all it does is make you close your eyes and think, the one thing you swore not to do.

After you were to be sold, what then? Was there even a bounty on your head in the first place? Were you really worth the effort of decimating a village?

Too many questions, but not enough answers. All you can do now is just hope that someone, or anyone could save you from whatever terrible future looms over you.

–

Dinner was destined to be an awkward affair.

You'd been graced with the opportunity to actually have some food, and just with the Captain Kennedy. Rather him than his lackeys outside.

You were famished to say the least, you hadn't eaten for over a day. Even your adrenaline was on its dregs, and sleep did little to give you any energy, so you had no qualms in dining in the food given to you.

“You don't have to be cordial with me, princess.” Your eyes dart up from your plate, and you're almost confused as to what Leom means, until he gestures to knife and fork in your hands.

You almost consider it, but you don't wish to dirty yourself like that. So, you continue to eat food with utensils. “Well, I wish to be.”

Slouching in his chair, Leon sips his wine with a shrug to his shoulders. “Suit yourself.”

Considering all the questions you had floating around in your head before had all gone, and the tension in your bones weighs heavy on you now leaves your mind mostly blank.

Apart from one question.

Placing your utensils down in the appropriate manner, you open your mouth to speak, and you'd hope a form of confidence rings in your tone. “Who am I to be sold to?”

Leon gives you a look like you've grown a third head, and all he does is bring his wine cup to his lips and look at you intently. “Someone very wealthy, I can assure you.”

“I wasn't worried about that.” A pause, and finally the tension is slowly being relieved from you. “It seems as if you are convincing yourself more than anything, Captain.”

You've tested his patience, that much is obvious. The growing strength of his grip on his wine cup as he sets it down on the table speaks volumes in epic proportions.

“Are you hoping I'm worth all the trouble? After all, you did slaughter innocent women and children just to have me on this ship.” You've lost yourself in your own rant as his silence allows it, and you've got half the mind to stand up and shout at him.

“Well Captain? Or are you just-” Too lost in your rage, you hadn't had half the mind to notice that he's gripped your wrist and hauled you out of your seat to drag you to wherever he pleases.

“What are you- Let go!” You feel like a kid again, like you've gone and done something atrocious and you're being brought back to obedience, but this is so much worse.

Leon then tosses you onto his bed, leaving you yelping out in surprise. “Fucking stupid bitch.” It's a growl, or one akin to it as he starts to rip the expensive fabric off your body.

“No- stop-” You scream it, panic racking through you like no other. “Please- get off me-” Your hands are too feeble to impede him, but instead the dress seems to be forever testing his patience.

“Shut it.” Leon pulls you in a way where you face him, and he backhands you like he did before, although you swear you can taste a metallic liquid in your mouth from it. “Another sound and I'll cut your tongue out.”

The words instil a sense of foreboding in you, and you immediately listen and still all movements you'd made, as if you were a doll.

Leon sighs, one mixed with relief, and you'd want to say a hint of sorrow lurked in there too, but you're not sure. His hands mercilessly rip the fabric that covered your body.

To no avail, you try to silently cover yourself, especially when you were stripped to your undergarments, and only then were they modestly stripped off of you.

Your hands covered your breasts and lower area respectively, and there was a moment where Leon just stared at you, watching as you shuffled away from him on the bed.

“Don't cover yourself from me, princess.” Muttered under his breath, but his message was as clear as day. “You had no problem running your mouth earlier, no?”

Your eyes narrow at him, but you don't say a word, especially when his hands drift to his trousers, undoing the straps that held them up to pull his cock out.

Watching his every move like you were prey was an unnerving feeling to you, but you don't get long to relish in it as he grabs your ankle and yanks you so your lower body reaches the edge of the bed.

“I liked it more when you put up a fight.” Hands spread your closed legs with a roughness that makes you jolt.

You clench around nothing but the air as he stares at your pussy, and your feeble attempt to cover yourself out of sheer embarrassment certainly doesn't get past the Captain, especially because he laughs at you.

“Got a cute pussy on you, my lady.” The words ignite a small part of you, one that allows slick to threaten to drip out of you as you get wetter from his rude words.

It starts to feel a little all too real as his cock slaps against your clit, and you shove a hand down to cover your cunt. “Don't- you can't-”

“I can and I will.” His words are like a flame, one that burns your will by the second. Maybe it's the inner rebellious nature in you willing to let this man have his way with you.

Premarital sex seemed like such a crime, especially when it's royalty, but with your family gone, it feels as if that title has been stripped from you. The only thing that stopped you from removing your hand was getting pregnant.

It didn't seem to matter all that much either way, as he forcibly removes your hand with a grumble. Before you even have a chance to stop in, he fully forces himself in you.

Pain clutches the corners of your brain as you almost screech. Tears corner your eyes, a stinging sensation brewing there as his cock gently rests in you, like it belongs there.

“Oh gods-” The pain is something you're not used to, one that leaves you panicking, one that makes you clench around him as blood pours from the tear he's made. “No- ow-”

A lengthy groan escapes him, one that makes him cage you in between his arms as he starts to fuck into you, no longer caring at all about how much you've adjusted, he just craves the pleasure you denied him moments ago.

“No- hurts- shit-” Those tears that threatened to spill moments ago finally ball down your cheeks as his tip brushes your cervix, the blood making it much easier for him to thrust in and out of you.

Continuing to sporadically clench around him due to the pain, he groans here and there, head down to watch his cock entering and leaving you. “Shit- still so tight even after I make you bleed.”

Cries similar to painful whimpers and sobs leave your throat. You feel as if you're having an out of body experience with the pain, as well as the fact that you don't sound like yourself.

You're not supposed to sound so weak.

“Cute noises princess, keep ‘em comin’.” Is breathlessly added as Leon now presses his face in the crook of your neck, placing kisses and almost teeth.

Seems as if he wishes to leave no marks to your buyer, although the tear may be obvious.

A clapping sound rings out in the cabin as he forces his way into you continuously, and you wonder how he feels any pleasure at all, as you know you feel none.

His cock hits you in that sweet spot, but all you feel is a sense of longing for someone, like your mother, to come hug you and save you.

But all you have is this Captain, and your life, not your dignity or pride along with it.

“Hope you don't get pregnant, my lady.” A mocking tone, but the fear is still there. Abortion is a painful thing if so. He leans away from your neck, and that smirk on his face is nothing you'd wish to not wipe away from his face.

Thrusting in you with a now new abandon, you can finally feel licks of pleasure overtaking the pain, and for once, you aren't crying out in pain, but in something far better.

“Knew you were a dirty whore.” A mutter, but it spurs on that pleasure that you feel raging inside you like a storm. “No better than a bitch in a brothel.”

“No- haven't-” Quick to protest, but of course it dies on your lips, not when you're so close to the edge.

Thankfully, you reach it. Your whole body convulses, twitching around his cock as he not long after spills into you without a care in the world.

A few more gentle thrusts, and he finally pulls out and rests his softening and bloodied cock on your stomach, and you have half the mind to be sick.

A breathy laugh escapes Leon's lips, and a grin on his face tells nothing to you. “Well- at least that answers the question of whether you were a virgin or not.”

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something permanent pt 12 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors. i stg. do not interact or i will call the cops

reminder that this is a dark fic, if any of the following bothers/triggers you, do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, forced daddy kink, forced breeding, pregnancy, non/dubcon

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description: darling gets some fresh air. leon confronts his own mortality.

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"Leon!"

Claire was the first to react, approaching with her arms outstretched for a quick embrace. As his arms closed politely around her, happy to be reunited with an old friend, Leon looked over Claire’s shoulder to Chris, who seemed just as happy to see him.

As Claire released her hold from around Leon's shoulders, Leon stepped forward to greet Chris.

“If it isn’t the Redfields,” Leon smiled.

Chris nodded, crossing his arms casually as he looked Leon up and down. "You look good."

It was a simple comment, but it meant a lot, given the state Leon was in when Chris last encountered him in the wild. He was a trainwreck, to put it lightly, and Chris would never know how profound of an impact he had on Leon dragging himself out of that hole he was in.

But more than anything, of course, it had to do with you. He couldn't possibly be drunk all the time and still be able to keep a close eye on his princess, to be there for her and their growing baby. If he was going to police you about taking care of yourself, he felt inclined to lead by example.

The whole time this exchange was happening, Leon had no idea Jill's eyes were burning holes into him. Something in her was set off by him and she intended to find out what it was. In the meantime, she didn't feel comfortable leaving him unwatched.

As such, their reunion was cut short-- Jill was all business, and she wasn't going to be able to get it out of her mind until she got to the bottom of it.

"There's still a lot of ground left to cover. Leon, why don't you come with me and we'll see what we can find?" Jill asked, recapturing Leon's attention. Just as she'd hoped, he didn't seem put off by her suggestion. The last thing she could afford to do right now, if she wanted answers, was make him suspicious.

The quartet talked out their plans before parting ways, certain to dictate this exact cell block as home base. Chris and Claire went one way while Jill and Leon went the other, and once more the two were alone together. While Jill was waiting for the right time to start asking questions, Leon was actually the first to speak.

“How have you been holding up?”

Jill's posture stiffened as they walked, her eyes narrowing ahead as she thought over his words. Maybe she was just being paranoid, but she couldn't help but feel that he'd only asked her about herself to get the attention away from him.

"You already asked me how I've been," She attempted to dismiss him. "I said I'm fine."

Leon huffed out a breath, shaking his head. "You know that's not what I meant."

"Whatever, I don't want to talk about it," She said quickly. She knew she had to reign this in quickly or she would risk losing the upper hand. "I'm still hung up on you and this ‘little lady’ at home. I feel like there's more to the story that you're not telling me."

Somewhat to Jill's surprise, Leon didn't so much as flinch at her words. He turned to look at her and asked calmly, "Like what?"

Jill knew she had to choose her words carefully. She knew that if she had any shred of hope of getting the truth out of him, she needed him to trust her, to view her as a safe person to confide in. At this point, she wasn't even suspicious that he was up to anything nefarious, she just feared that something might be wrong if he was making such impulsive, impactful decisions, and by extension she feared for you.

Did you know what he did for work? Did you know what he'd been through? Did you know how much danger your own life was in just by being associated with him? Did you know how complicated his circumstances were, that he wouldn't likely be able to be sufficiently present as a partner and father?

Jill's face fell and she avoided eye contact by continuously scanning their dingy surroundings. "Does she know?"

Leon didn't quite know how to respond at first. A few beats of tense hesitation passed before he replied, "She knows... a little bit. Not everything."

"What's ‘a little bit?’" Jill pressed.

"She knows I work against bioterrorism for the government, and she knows a very limited explanation of what happened in Raccoon City. I don't think she needs to know any more than that."

It was bizarre to Jill just how flippant and casual Leon was about this. Brows furrowing, she turned over her shoulder to look at him and said bluntly, "What she does or doesn't need to know isn't your decision to make, Leon. She deserves to know what she's getting herself into, especially with a baby on the way. Don't you think so?"

Leon's jaw tensed and he couldn't even look at her, his own gaze falling to the floor. He may have seemed unbothered for the most part, but he was filtering and manipulating every word out of his mouth so obsessively that he was beginning to run out of reasonable rebuttals. In this situation, he found it easiest to fall back on old reliable.

"I'm just trying to protect her," He said, his tone laced with sincerity, because deep inside himself he truly did believe it. "Surely you can understand that, can't you?"

Now Jill was hesitating.

Leon took advantage of this to keep talking. "I don't plan on keeping her in the dark forever, I'm just feeding it to her in... small bites, so to speak. I need to be sure she can handle it. What we've been through isn't something you can just dump on someone in one sitting. It's going to shatter her entire world view, it's going to make her question everything she's ever known, every system she's ever believed in, just like it did for us."

When he first began his little rant, his intention was just to say whatever he felt Jill needed to hear in order to get her off his back. But, as he listened to himself speak, he realized something.

Knowing the truth would shatter your entire world view. It would make you question everything you've ever known, every system you've ever believed in.

Chin tilted to the ground, hiding his face from Jill, he grinned to himself, tucking that idea in his back pocket for later. It never hurt to have a failsafe.

Now it was 5 a.m. You still hadn't slept.

You were pacing the kitchen, heart pounding in your chest as you ruminated over the same line of thinking you'd had all night. Every passing moment pushed you closer and closer to doing what you knew deep down was necessary.

Sure, as soon as he would be made aware of your escape Leon would undoubtedly spring into action in one way or another, but the only reason he was able to catch you so easily last time is because he was close enough to get home and stop you before you could make it very far. You didn't know where exactly he was away for work, but you at least knew he wasn't in town. That already put you in a better position than you were in last time.

If you could just make it somewhere safe first, maybe you could get some people on your side before Leon's weirdo government goons would have a chance to lie for him. It was a long shot, but it was all you had and it was a shot you finally decided you were willing to take, if not for yourself then for the innocent baby growing inside you.

Your ears began to ring and your limbs fell numb. You had made up your mind. You were going to get yourself and your unborn daughter out of this house, no matter the risks, no matter the cost. If you didn't take this opportunity, you knew it would haunt you for the rest of your days. You needed to leave and you needed to leave now, while it was still dark outside, while much of the city still slept. The fewer the witnesses, the better.

It was almost as if you were outside of your body, watching yourself make the movements. First you climbed the stairs, then you entered the bedroom and grabbed a jacket. You quietly and almost calmly slipped on your shoes, eyes scanning the room as you briefly thought of what you might need to bring with you, but suddenly it dawned on you that you didn’t really need to bring anything at all. None of your old clothes fit anymore, your phone and wallet were long gone by now and everything else wasn't really yours, it was Leon's.

Being that you were nearly six months pregnant with his baby, you weren't really in need of any additional reminders of his hold over you.

You slowly rose from the bed and wandered back down the hallway, down the stairs and to the front door. Much like your attempt at entering Leon's study the other day, your trembling hand seemed to just hover in front of the lock for a moment. Even through the thick of adrenaline in your skull, you could hear Leon's influence in the back of your mind; ‘Don't try it. He'll lose it. He'll track you down faster than you can blink and he'll punish you.’

Tears flooded your eyes and your bottom lip quivered. With a shaky breath, you unlocked the door and closed your eyes, turning the knob.

The late summer air shocked your senses. It was a cool, crisp early morning, the sun just beginning to rise as those in the city unlucky enough to work this early began to rise too. For a moment you just stood there, staring out at the street with no idea what to do, like you had to force yourself to remember how to walk outside of the threshold of his property. You didn't even realize you had one hand rested protectively on your bump as you took one shaky, unsure step out of the doorway, and then another.

You closed the door behind you and began learning to walk on your own again. One foot in front of the other, left, right, left, right, knees wobbling uncertainly with every step. The pavement almost felt foreign beneath your shoes, your shaking hands cold and strangely empty, the space beside you void. No arm bumping against your own, or tightening around your waist, or dragging you along. You almost didn't know what to do with yourself.

Actually, not almost-- you had no idea what to do with yourself. You didn't even know where in the city you were. You remembered a few things from your few outings with Leon, to and from the doctor and that one trip to the botanical garden, but Washington D.C. was not a small place and nothing you'd seen in his company did much in the way of narrowing it down for you.

So you just walked. And walked. And walked.

Surely it wouldn't be suspicious for a pregnant woman to be out on a morning walk by herself, right? It wouldn't draw any eyes, would it?

Would it?

With every step you took away from the house, your throat closed a little tighter, your heartbeat raced a little faster. You tried to just keep your head down and follow the sidewalk, but you couldn't help the nagging need to glance over your shoulder and scrutinize every shadow.

Are there cameras? Does he have people watching the neighborhood? Would anyone recognize you? If they did, would they call the cops? Would the cops notify Leon?

You shook your head in an attempt to physically clear your mind, but nothing was working. By the time you reached the end of the neighborhood, you very seriously considered just turning back now. If Leon ever found out you left the house, you could just say you wanted to go for a walk. You could use it as an opportunity to boost his trust in you-- 'See? I went out for a walk, circled the neighborhood and came right back, and nothing happened to me. I could have very easily run away, but I didn't,'-- but even as paranoid as you were, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

At one end of the street was the home you'd spent months on end being held captive in, and at the other end was freedom... or at least some potential for it.

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and continued to walk. One foot in front of the other, left, right, left, right. You hardly even realized you were muttering it out loud to yourself.

Every car that passed by you on the road made you flinch, every distant horn. Every siren made you feel sick to your stomach, but still, you kept going. Where to, you couldn't say. All you knew was that the police weren't going to be of any help, so that would be a dead end, but even knowing that felt better than knowing nothing.

Until it didn't, until you eventually realized that maybe you did know nothing after all.

"Bio-drones?" Jill asked, eyeing the buttons, controls and screens in front of them with curiosity and maybe a little disgust.

Leon nodded slowly, looking over the images himself. While the threat of bio-drones was definitely uncomfortable and not good news, he couldn't help but feel an odd sense of relief that he was finally getting somewhere.

"That room we passed through before is the incubation tank," He explained over his shoulder, "The guy I'm here for, Antonio Taylor? This is his area of expertise, and these drones look ready to go, so he's gotta be around here somewhere."

Jill's eyes lit up with an idea, "He can wait. Let's burn it all."

And of course, Leon couldn't disagree. He wanted this all over and done with quite possibly more than anyone, so if there existed an opportunity to just torch it all and run, he would be taking it. With a nod of agreement, Leon was just about to suggest starting with the incubation tank when a voice called out over a speaker system around them, "Well, if it isn't Jill Valentine and Leon S. Kennedy."

The two agents froze, and almost by instinct moved to stand back to back, weapons raised. Leon couldn't help but become frustrated by the intrusion, annoyed that just like always, a simple solution was thwarted at the last second. If his past experiences were any indication, he knew things were about to get much weirder and much, much more complicated, and quite frankly it made him want to punch a hole in a wall.

"Why don't you come out and talk?" Jill called out as they scanned the room, shuffling carefully around each other with their attention on high.

"How about you come to me?" The voice responded, "I'm in the main prison block, ground floor... Chris and Claire are waiting for you."

Their eyes widened and they turned to face each other, a single beat of shocked silence passing before they kicked into gear and began sprinting back toward the main prison block. Footsteps pounding along the concrete floors and echoing through the empty halls, Jill and Leon were thinking of little else than ensuring the safety of their friends.

Well, Jill thought of little else. As per usual, Leon's main priority lay elsewhere.

By the time Jill and Leon made it back to the main cell block, they were gasping for breath and terrified that they might be too late-- their eyes locked on to the sight of their friends caged in two rusty old cells, looking very much worse for wear. They looked sweaty and sunken in.

"Oh my god, you're so pale," Jill gasped, slowly approaching the Redfield's holding cells and already trying to strategize how to free them.

Leon approached Claire's cell, right about to ask her what happened and if they were okay when he quickly realized she wasn't alone in there. She was joined by a man hunched over in the back corner of the cell, bleeding profusely and looking especially pathetic. It didn't take long for Leon's eyes to narrow with recognition.

"Son of a bitch," He grumbled, charging up to the thick steel bars to get a better look at the man. "Antonio Taylor."

Claire's brows furrowed in confusion and she turned to look up at Leon, choking back grunts of discomfort as she asked, "What? His name's Davis--"

"No, that's a fake name. He's Taylor, alright," Leon cut her off. "This scumbag's wanted for leaking national secrets to enemies of the United States."

Leon was fuming as he stared down Antonio Taylor with a venomous look on his face, a certain kind of triumph lingering alongside it, knowing that the only thing that stood between him and you now was the key to this goddamn prison cell.

But there was little time to decide how to proceed as the lights flickered on around them, startling Jill and Leon into raising their guns. Metal clinked beneath boots and the rubber stopper of a heavy cane, measured steps on uneven gait approaching from the walkway above as a man and a woman came into view, the very same woman that'd totaled Leon's motorcycle. That wasn't a face he would ever forget-- Maria Gomez.

"Welcome to Alcatraz," The man said, causing Jill and Leon to glance at each other in recognition for a split second-- it was the voice from the intercom. The man continued, "I'm Dylan Blake. It's an honor to have you all here together."

Ominous, Leon thought, and not at all entertaining. He'd long since grown sick of cut-and-dry missions becoming overcomplicated in the worst ways, especially now that it meant stopping him from returning to you. His aim was true and his form was still but his heart was pounding away at his chest like never before.

Blake grinned, "I bet you're wondering how people are being infected without being bitten..."

And suddenly after, Leon's focus was nearly broken by a sharp, acute pain at the base of his neck-- try as he might not to react, he couldn't help but wince, one hand still holding the gun steady while the other reached up to soothe the unexpected feeling.

"That was one of my prototype bio-drones... I tell it who to infect, and it always finds its target."

Despite his best efforts, Leon quickly began to feel its effects, dropping weakly to his knees on the concrete. It was as though he could feel his immune system trying to fight it in real time, and losing miserably. The quickness with which he fell clammy and ill was staggering, and before he even really had time to process what had just happened to him, his grip on his gun weakened.

Jill's focus faltered too as she watched Leon hit the ground, her throat tightening in fear as she grabbed at his shoulder to steady him.

"The mass production versions are what you saw in the other chamber, and they're ready to go. By tomorrow morning, my virus will be all over the world."

"Well, it's over now," Jill interjected, her voice-- and her grip on her pistol-- shaky, but sure, trained right between Blake's eyes. "Put your hands up."

But Blake only chuckled. "B.S.A.A., D.S.O., TerraSave. You still think you're fighting evil syndicates like Umbrella, saving the world, et cetera, et cetera. The huge corporations and the corrupt execs that run them, the ones getting big, fat bonuses for maintaining the status quo, that's who you work for. That's who you really protect, and the innocent will continue to suffer as long as you do. You're nothing more than pawns, suckers."

The rest of it faded into the far back of Leon's subconscious, every last word dissolving into white noise. His head was crushing with a migraine and he was already breaking out into a cold sweat, his vision threatening to double. He couldn't give less of a fuck about Dylan Blake's evil monologue, not when he had the implications of his condition to reckon with.

He was infected, deteriorating by the minute and it was only going to keep getting worse, and worse, and worse, until there was little left but a husk of himself that wanted for nothing more than brains. And where would that leave you? All by yourself at home, waiting on his return, his baby growing strong in your belly as the groceries dwindled and the electricity got cut off. He couldn't stomach it. The thought alone made him want to scream.

Ears ringing, Leon collapsed back against the cell that held Claire and Taylor, his head thudding against the rusty metal bars as he fought to maintain consciousness. He couldn't even hear himself over the static as he mumbled out weakly, "My baby... P-Please, my wife..."

Tunnel vision closed in, and he found himself stuck somewhere between awake and gone.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I'm going to need your name if--"

"You don't understand," You cut off the nice lady at the front desk of the women's shelter, legs shaking and hands fidgeting as you tried to reason with someone, anyone for your safety. "I cannot give you my name. I need there to be absolutely no record of me ever being here."

The woman took in a deep breath, clearly becoming frustrated right along with you. "Ma'am," She said again, slowly this time as if she were speaking with a toddler, "Again, I promise you that all of this information is confidential. We can't just give it out to anyone who asks. I only need your identification for our own insurance purposes."

Propping your elbows up on the desk, you buried your face in your hands and huffed out a deep breath, trying to remain composed and be nice to this kind lady who was only doing her job, but it was incredibly obvious that she didn't understand the severity of your situation and probably thought you were just being paranoid.

If only she knew.

"So there's nothing you can do for me if I don't give you my name?" You asked, finally peeking back up at the woman above the tips of your cold fingers.

She hesitated for a moment before giving you a pitiful smile. "I'm sorry. I do have some resource packets and I can point you toward some other shelters in the area if you would prefer to try somewhere else, but they'll most likely require a name as well, just so you're aware."

"Fuck," You grumbled under your breath, tears pricking at your eyes. You stood up to your full height again and checked nervously over your shoulder, which was beginning to feel like an unconscious habit already. "I-I'm sorry, can you just... can I just take a few minutes to go over my options?"

Noticing the very clear fright and distress that radiated from your very being, the woman's expression softened a little bit and she nodded, gesturing for you to take a seat anywhere. You gave her a grateful nod before retreating to the very back corner of the lobby so you could lick your wounds out of the cold.

It made sense. You knew it made sense. Of course under normal circumstances, the records here were probably kept in the strictest confidence, and you wanted to trust it, but you knew better than that. Leon had already managed to dig up information on you that would typically be confidential, and you knew there would be nothing stopping him from gaining access to these records. For all you knew, you could've already had your cover blown by now and you just had no way of finding out until it would be far too late. It made you squirm to think about, but you quickly realized it was already too late.

You didn't know what to do. You briefly pondered the idea of just giving the woman a fake name and being done with it, but you had no way of knowing what would happen if you were to be caught lying. Most likely you'd just be thrown right back out on the street, so it didn't really seem worth it to try, but you couldn't just take up a seat in this lobby forever, either. A choice had to be made.

And maybe now was as good of a time as ever to test your luck. The worst possible thing that could happen to you at this point would be a return to Leon, and you were already risking that enough as it was. What did you have left to lose?

So, you took a deep breath, straightened your posture and approached the front desk once more, and you gave that sweet, well-meaning woman a completely fake name. Just like that, you secured yourself at least 24 hours of free meals and a place to sleep, and better yet, absolutely no reminders of Leon...

...Except the one, of course, but there wasn't much you could do about that.

Fluttering. Constant swishing and fluttering around, since the moment you set foot out of the house. Part of you wondered if your unborn daughter knew just how big of a risk you were taking by leaving that house. Maybe she sensed the change in environment, the beating of your heart, the tension in your muscles. Maybe she sensed your distance from Leon.

Regardless, the reasoning didn't make it any less annoying. Sure, you had some level of love for the little thing in your belly, some level of empathy toward her innocence in all this, but that didn't make it much easier not to associate every distinct feeling of her with him. Even thousands of miles away, a part of Leon was still kicking away at your ribcage. Frustrating as it was, you couldn't say you were surprised.

The room you were shuffled into and told to make yourself at home in was somehow less inviting than Leon's master bedroom. There were three other women staying there, one who had sacrificed her spot on the bottom bunk to accommodate your pregnancy, and the air was stiff, still, sterile, like a doctor's office, or maybe a prison. At least here you could leave of your own volition.

What you didn't expect to miss, however, was your privacy. Maybe if your circumstances were different, it wouldn't have bothered you so much, but what were you supposed to do? The distinct feeling of eyes on you made you squirm, your throat tightening up along with your chest. It's not like you could even talk to them-- there was no way of knowing who might run their mouth, or report you, or even just write you off as fucking crazy. The last thing you needed right now was your sanity questioned.

So you just laid there, and let your mind wander... against your better judgment. You stared at the wooden slats of the bunk above yours, room filled with the distant hum of ventilation, the shuffling of your roomies and the muted noises of movement elsewhere in the facility. It was sort of overwhelming to be surrounded by so much noise now, after months on end of nothing but Leon's voice occasionally broken up by cooking shows or nature documentaries. To anyone else the background noise might be perceived as pleasant, but to you it felt deafening.

You picked at your nails and tried to drown it out, tried as you might to think of literally anything else, but you were quickly realizing that you hadn't really thought of anything that didn't have to do with Leon since... well, since he brought you home. Every bump from across the facility made you jolt like the sound of the front door opening. Every hushed voice from the other room made you wonder who it was, and who they were talking to.

Maybe you were paranoid.

After a while you realized you weren't going to get any rest just sitting here ruminating. You pushed yourself up and stood from the bed, head down as you slipped out of the room without a word, making your way toward the bathroom.

By some sort of miracle, it would seem you were the only person in there as you entered, the fan whirring quietly, your footsteps echoing on the tiled floor. To your right was a long row of unoccupied stalls, and to your left was a long row of sinks beneath a wall-to-wall mirror.

Typically you would do what you could to avoid having to look at your reflection, but right now you felt more strongly than ever that you needed to just confront it. The reality of your situation wasn't going anywhere, and it clearly wasn't doing you any good to bury your head in the sand. You approached one of the sinks nearer to the end of the room, turning on the cold water and letting it flow over the palms of your hands before bringing them up to your cheeks, using what droplets remained of the cool water to sap away some of the heat that radiated from your skin.

Then you looked at yourself. It didn’t surprise you that you looked tired around the eyes, hair messied by your walk through the early morning wind, and you were in dire need of some lip balm, to boot. But through it all, despite everything, there you were. For the first time in a long time, you sort of… recognized yourself again.

It was almost surreal, like running into an old friend. You tilted your chin to the left, and then to the right, nudged your hair away from your face and then resituated it the way you always used to, taking in every angle, every detail. You smiled. You furrowed your brows. You bared your teeth. You laughed.

And sure enough, it was still you.

In one last move to fully reacquaint yourself, you leaned in close, gazing at the color of your own eyes, the dips and valleys of your irises casting light and shadow, the size of your inky pupils– the fluorescent lighting was bright but your pupils were blown wide, seemingly with pure wonder and focus. That’s when you noticed a single eyelash resting on your cheek.

Your first thought, of course, was to make a wish. You brought your pointer finger up carefully to lift the lash from your cheek, leaning back a little to look at it as it rested there on your fingertip. You already had a wish in mind– for this all to be over– but as you were preparing yourself to blow the lash away, your knuckle bumped against the mirror, and you froze.

Was that a gap you spotted between your knuckle and its own reflection?

Was this a two-way mirror?

All serenity and any last trace of rational thought you had left in you shattered in an instant, your eyelash wish long abandoned in the back of your mind as you sucked in a breath and stumbled away from the mirror as though it had burned you. There was only one thing on your mind right now, the same sentence repeating itself over and over with urgency, overlapping and echoing and skipping at a deafening volume, you need to run, and you need to run now.

There was no space left in your mind to calm yourself down, or talk yourself out of it. You moved entirely on autopilot as you rushed out of the bathroom, back to your shared room to gather your coat in a hurry, ears ringing as you tugged it on and charged out with your head down. That kind woman at the front desk from earlier said something after you, presumably asking what was wrong or if you were okay, but whatever it was, it fell on deaf ears.

A bell rang above your head as you threw the door open and rushed right back outside, retracing your steps back the way you came, the distinct feeling of imminent vomit sitting tight at the back of your throat.

You should have known. You should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. You should have known he’d have eyes everywhere, that any unassuming building you might have wandered into throughout the entire city ran the risk of being a front, a ploy, a trap laid perfectly just to trick you.

Maybe Leon wasn’t on a work trip at all. Maybe it was all a setup to see what you would do, an excuse to monitor the choices you’d make in his absence. He was probably holed up somewhere in that big government building, surrounded by screens, having every detail of your little outing relayed back to him by men on the ground, already plotting how he planned to handle you upon his return.

You choked out a fearful sob, picking up your pace. If you could just get home before him, maybe you could plead your case for mercy.

No more than 30 minutes passed before Leon regained some semblance of lucidity, though it felt like hours. When his eyes cracked open again, they felt heavy, and the low light in the cell block felt blinding. His chest tightened up with a bout of low, deep coughs, after which he struggled to suck in a breath.

“Leon?” Claire worried over him, on her knees just on the other side of the bars, her own voice weak and shaky. “Leon, are you okay?”

“M’fine,” He grumbled almost by instinct, a knee jerk answer to a frequently asked question, before letting his head lull back a little bit to look at her. All things considered, it was at least nice to see a familiar face. “You look terrible.”

She laughed, tears pricking at her eyes, but a smile tugging at her bitten lips all the same. If she was going to die today, Claire thought, at least it would be with her big brother and Leon at her side. “So do you.”

“Glad to have you back in the land of the living, brother,” Chris noted from the cell next door. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” Leon scoffed. “Like I could use a drink.”

A year ago, both Chris and Claire would have had a good lecture waiting for him at that comment, but not now, not when they were so helplessly staring death directly in the face unlike ever before. In fact, a drink sounded lovely. Chris found himself longing for a tall, frosty beer on the coast of Mexico, and Claire imagined having something fruity and sweet with a little umbrella in it, resting upon a salted rim.

But something else Leon said earlier had stuck in the siblings’ minds, and it was tough to scrub out— right before he’d lost consciousness earlier, Leon mentioned a wife?

Chris was the one to break the silence, “Can I ask you something, Leon?”

“Shoot.”

“Are you seeing someone?”

This gave Leon pause— how many fucking times would he have to answer this question? But he supposed the Redfield’s curiosity was warranted, given all they’d missed over the past year. Still, that didn’t make it any less irritating. In his mind, the less information he had to divulge about you, the better, but… God, did he love a good excuse to brag about you, especially when it was more pleasant to think about than the conflict at hand.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally opened up, “I-I am, yeah. I’m married now, baby on the way, white picket fence and all that.”

“What?” Claire practically recoiled in shock at that comment, reaching up to rub her eyes just to make sure she wasn’t having auditory or visual hallucinations.

Chris, on the other hand, was at a complete loss for words. It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t long ago that he was dragging Leon’s drunk, miserable ass out of bed every day, making sure he drank water, getting him to the gym, encouraging him to look into antidepressants and therapy, and now he was married with a baby on the way? He couldn’t decide if he should be proud of and excited for him, or deeply fucking concerned.

At least it explained why Jill seemed so apprehensive— she must have sniffed it out first.

“Just hear me out for a second, will you?” Leon said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, knowing they weren’t trying to be malicious— not to mention, it wasn’t worth spending his limited energy. He was just sick of explaining himself already. “I know it seems like a lot and I know it seems fast, but I swear to you, I’m doing well, and I’m happy. I’ve never met anyone like her in my life. I’ve never been so sure of someone, and I wouldn’t have married her if that wasn’t the case. I’m not the man I was a year ago.”

“Apparently,” Claire said under her breath, though it didn’t go unnoticed by Leon.

He huffed out a breath, glancing at her over his shoulder, “I’m serious, Claire. I’m better now. Haven’t even had a drop of alcohol since I met her.”

…Which wasn’t entirely true, but at least he wasn’t drinking like he once did. The last drink he had, he remembered well— it was nearing six months ago, the night you mistook what must have been implantation bleeding for your period, the night he thought he’d have to wait at least another month to get you good and knocked up. Still riding the high of confirming your pregnancy early the next morning, sobriety never felt better. He poured that bottle down the sink while you cried in the bathroom.

“Not a drop?” Chris asked, skeptical, but wanting desperately to believe him.

“Not one.”

A beat of silence passed, filled only by the sounds of their labored breaths and the distinct buzzing of the few working fluorescent lights high above. But Leon’s mind was filled with warm, fluffy thoughts of you now, your beautiful smile, your soft hair, your glittery eyes and pretty lashes.

The warmth of your skin, the sweet lilt of your voice. The way you’d mumble and drool in your sleep without even realizing it. It was nice to allow the floodgates to open up and fill his thoughts with those of you, for a moment, until the crisis at hand hit him like a train again and now he worried that those hushed goodbyes you shared in the middle of the night all those weeks ago would be the last time he’d ever hear your voice.

“C-Chris, Claire…” He began before he could stop himself, his voice breaking weakly. “We can’t die here. I can’t die here. My wife is pregnant, I can’t leave her alone.”

The siblings softened at this, a pang of hurt shooting right through their chests at their good friend’s plea, a show of vulnerability that wasn’t at all common for him.

Claire reached through the bars to rest a trembling, clammy hand on his shoulder. “We’re not gonna die here, Leon. Jill won’t let that happen.”

“Exactly,” Chris agreed, “We’re still alive, aren’t we? It’s not over yet.”

Maybe it wasn’t, but it certainly felt over. Incapacitated with deteriorating health, Leon had no control over his circumstances right now, and he wasn’t exactly used to people stepping up for him and living to tell the tale. He knew Jill was skilled and capable, sure, but she was tackling a job for four all by herself. The odds weren’t looking great and he knew it.

Even though he hadn’t said anything, Claire could tell Leon was losing it. His shallow breaths were picking up speed and the heat radiating from his sick body was enough for her to feel through the shoulder of his flak jacket. He was burning up and choking back grunts of pain despite himself.

Maybe a little distraction might help him relax.

“Boy or girl?” Claire asked. “Your baby?”

Leon scrunched up his nose. “W-We don’t even know yet.”

Chris picked up quickly on what Claire was trying to do, and he silently thanked the universe for his baby sister’s genius. He jumped in, “Well, what are you hoping for?”

“I’m not hoping either way, honestly, I just want a healthy baby… a boy would be fun, but I’d love to have a girl, too… I’d dress her up like a perfect little princess, and treat her like one.”

Claire couldn’t help the slight, affectionate smile that formed on her face. This was going better than anticipated. “Any names in mind? J-Just saying, if your baby does end up being a girl, ‘Claire’ is a great choice.”

Leon let out a puff of breath, this time an earnest laugh instead of a cynical one. “I’ll be sure to run it by the wife.”

Their tender moment was brought to an abrupt end by the distinct sound of nearing footsteps echoing from somewhere in the building. Sure, it might just be Jill, but it could be anyone else, too, and none of them were exactly in any sort of shape to defend themselves right now. Silence fell over the group as they remained sitting ducks, just waiting to see who might be rounding the corner.

The anticipation and tension were thick in the air for those few long seconds, until no other than Rebecca Chambers came into view, armored briefcase full of vaccines in tow, the little angel that she was.

“R-Rebecca!” Wheezed Claire, her own excitement getting ahead of her sick body. “Just in time…”

“Seems so,” The scientist agreed, approaching the cells and dropping to her knees to pop open her briefcase. “Are you guys okay?”

Leon puffed out a breath, suddenly feeling a bit pathetic for his meltdown just moments before, though there was little else he could do about it now but push past it. “Feeling a little under the weather, I’ll admit.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” Chris let out a strained grunt as he readjusted himself where he sat up against the wall of his solitary cell, watching Rebecca’s every move as she withdrew a needle from the briefcase and prepared the first dose of vaccine. “Did you happen to run into Jill? She doing alright?”

Rebecca shuffled close to Leon, tilting his chin to bare his neck for the injection, not before gently warning him that it might sting a little bit. She answered Chris as she administered Leon’s dose with a steady hand, “Yeah, she’s safe. She told me to let you guys know she was headed for the armory.”

The bite of the needle was negligible in comparison to the discomfort of infection. Every beat of Leon’s heart distributed the vaccine deeper throughout his body and the relief was damn near immediate. The weakness in his muscles began to subside, the tightness of his chest and throat gave way, his migraine receded to a fraction of what it once was— by the time Rebecca was finished administering vaccines to the Redfields, Leon practically felt like a new man.

Bracing himself on the bars to rise to his feet, Leon was fully prepared to apprehend Taylor and be on his way, that is until he saw the wanted man’s bloodied corpse laid flat on the bed in the back of the cell.

“For fuck’s sake, what happened?” He groaned, slamming his fist into the bars. Rebecca unlocked Chris’ cell to Leon’s left before bounding over to open the other, which Claire wasted no time rushing out of.

“Blake happened,” Chris answered Leon simply, stretching out his shoulders before readying his gun once more, his expression going firm with determination. “So let’s head to the armory and help Jill shut him up for good.”

After the absolute pain in the ass Dylan Blake had proven to be, Leon couldn’t argue with that. He reached for his own pistol and gave Chris a wordless nod, and the group descended back into the prison to finally put an end to things.

It was no simple task, and he didn’t really expect it to be, but somehow it still passed him by in a blur. After the first few times, it stopped feeling very noteworthy to watch one of his adversaries explode into a new nightmarish horror of flesh and eyeballs. These days it just felt like another day at the office, and as such, he found himself operating on autopilot through the vast majority of the fight.

One moment he was being confronted by Maria, and the next moment her corpse was thudding wetly to the floor in front of him. One moment he was firing a rocket launcher, and the next moment he was watching the putrid, liquefied remains of Dylan Blake dye the entire incubation tank crimson. One moment he was helping Jill crawl up out of the gory water, and the next he was following his friends and colleagues up to the helicopter pad. Like clockwork.

Leon gazed upon the fiery orange sun, his only comfort being the knowledge that your own precious eyes could be admiring the very same one at any moment, perhaps even in sync with himself. His friends were chatting and decompressing together, but Leon wasn’t even listening. He couldn’t focus on a single one of their words if he tried, because there was still no telling of your condition yet, and he wouldn’t be able to sit still until he could know you were alright.

Jill noticed the distant look in his eyes, and she felt conflicted. It certainly made sense to feel distant in the wake of something like this, but she had the feeling it wasn’t the contents of the mission itself that left him forlorn.

Excusing herself from the conversation, Jill approached Leon gently from behind. “You’re thinking of her, aren’t you?”

“Only every second of every day.”

Even Jill had to admit that response was sort of heartwarming. She found herself wondering if maybe she’d been too hard on him, too cynical. Leon seemed well, and he seemed happy. What kind of a friend would it make her to deny him that? To poke and prod and pester him over falling in love, a luxury their circumstances weren’t likely to afford twice?

Chris and Claire’s conversation came to a natural pause, during which time the siblings noticed the interaction between Leon and Jill. Having already been sold on the idea— for the most part, anyway— the siblings observed the deep sense of longing that radiated from his very being, and it resonated. They glanced at each other in silent communication before approaching.

“I told you it wasn’t over yet,” Chris teased with a firm pat to Leon’s shoulder, the distant beating of helicopter blades fading into earshot now. “What’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you get home?”

For what felt like the first time since this entire shitshow of a mission began, Leon smiled fondly. “I’m gonna kiss my beautiful wife, Redfield.”

You were a sorry fucking sight for the ages by the time you made it back to the house, drenched with sweat and gasping for oxygen, every inch of you trembling with panic. The house was empty and exactly as you’d left it, though you still couldn’t help but feel it was all an illusion. Stripping your clothes off as you climbed the stairs, you barreled into the bathroom for a nearly scalding shower, feeling the desperate need to wash every last atom of the outside world away from your very being. You weren’t incredibly in tune with the passage of time, due to your current state, but it was safe to assume you were in there for almost an hour, just sobbing and scrubbing your skin raw.

By the time you turned off the water and stumbled out of the tub, it would seem you had cried yourself numb. There was still the noticeable weight of anticipation in the pit of you, but along with it was a certain understanding that there was nothing you could do to avoid the consequences of your actions.

There was nothing you could do to avoid Leon. There was nothing you could do but wait.

You went through the motions of drying off, brushing your teeth and changing into pajamas, your ears ringing all the while, like you were watching yourself from above. Descending the stairs on wobbly legs, you were headed toward the kitchen for a desperately needed glass of water when the subtle whine of brakes outside made you freeze.

A car door opened and shut, a set of keys jingled, the lock clicked, and you couldn’t move, just staring wide-eyed at the door from the base of the stairs as it swung open to reveal your captor, who froze at the sight of you, too.

His duffel bag dropped to the floor beside him, long forgotten in Leon’s mind as he feasted his eyes upon the image of you for the first time in over a month— or at least for the first time since his phone broke. He nearly fell to his knees with relief.

“Oh, puppy,” He sighed out, tears pricking at his tired eyes, overwhelmed with the insatiable need to feel you in his arms again. In just a few short strides he crossed the distance between you and embraced you so tightly, it was almost crushing.

Euphoria, pure and uncut, a high unachievable in this universe by any other means. That was the only way Leon could think of to describe what he felt in that moment.

Pulling back to look at you, he cupped your jaw with one hand while the other pushed its way up beneath your shirt, finally feeling the soft, round warmth of your bump under his hand again, and he almost could have sworn he felt a little kick. He was beaming now, vibrating with excitement, almost at a loss for words entirely.

Almost.

“My beautiful fucking wife,” He laughed, a single tear breaching the threshold of his eye to drip down over his reddened cheek. “You’ve grown so much…”

#RAAAAAAAH BARK BARK #worlds best bedtime read #mwah #something permanent #yandere!leon kennedy #yandere!leon kennedy x reader

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sorry for not talking to anyone i am completely one hundred percent disconnected from this reality

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barking s(c)reaming

Hello! is it possible if you could send crumbs of the next chapter of ‘something permanent’? I really love your series 🩵🩵

sure !!!! thank u for reading ;w;

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barking s(c)reaming

Hello! is it possible if you could send crumbs of the next chapter of ‘something permanent’? I really love your series 🩵🩵

sure !!!! thank u for reading ;w;

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shoutout to everyone dealing with. thhe fucking difficulty

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RAHHHH

CLAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE

omg kenny. somno. ik you’ve already written some somno stuff before but i just!!! like it’s the middle of autumn n you’re sleeping in a hoodie and underwear and leon gets so turned on seeing you sleeping… maybe he’s been away or smth and he’s missed you!! he feels bad like he knows it’s weird but now he’s hard and needs you to fix it… wakes you up and is basically begging to let him fuck you and you’re like. okay,.,.,.,.,,,,., and you’re barely even awake like… js being all sleepy and cozy as your older bf fucks you into the mattress omg!!! he didn’t even bother to undress you at all so you’re still wearing the damn hoodie… you’re so tired and it feels so good you pretty much immediately sink into that mindset like you’re calling him daddy and whining and clinging to him… god. sorry i’m yapping but i cannot get this out of my head!!

you never have to apologize for going on about somno, daddy kink, or older leon in my ask box cause this is right up my alley like. you get it 🤩. and like you said, i have written some somno before, so i didn’t feel like doing a full fic rn. but i did wanna do a little drabble cause i really liked this ask. <3

i imagine like re6 for this idk. but like you’re in bed, hoodies and panties on (top tier combo), and he comes home and sees you and in no time, he’s hard. it’s not his fault you know? he’s been so busy lately, hasn’t really had time to relieve himself or take care of his precious girl. and he feels kinda bad, like you’re sleeping. he should let you sleep. but he’s just so hard and your legs are spread and the blanket’s tangled up in away that he can see your skin from your ankle to your thigh, even giving him a glimpse of your panties.

so he discards some clothes, walks over quietly, and gets on top of you. you’re face down, cheek squished against your pillow. he doesn’t dwell on it but you being asleep is part of it. you’re just so docile and pliant, so easy too once you wake up, brain still drifting out of dreamland.

he bunches up the excess fabric of your hoodie and starts grinding against the plush of your ass, his body caging you against the mattress. it feels like he’s all over you. his warmth seeps into your body as his hips roll slowly. he’s grunting in your ear, burying his nose in your hair to get a hit of your scent that drives him wild.

it feels good to you even while you’re unconscious. a comfortable presence just outside your mind. but as he presses harder and his noises get a little needier, you begin emerging from the fog of sleep. you can’t see him, but everything about him is familiar. you know the way he likes to grip your hips. you recognize his sounds. even though you’re disoriented and out of it, it keeps you in that hazy, soft world between being asleep and awake. your voice is a little raspy as you whimper a confused “leon?”

and he’s right there, his breath fanning over your ear as he whispers “mhm. couldn’t help myself, baby. too cute.”

your response comes out garbled from drowsiness, but he gets the gist. he peppers kisses on the side of your throat. he’s gotta tug the thick neckline of the hoodie out of the way. he knows he could take it off you, but he’s way too needy to try and wrangle this thing off you. plus he doesn’t want you anymore lucid than necessary. his hand slithers between your bodies, rubbing between your legs and gently massaging your cunt. the touches aren’t targeted yet, just general enough to get a simmer of arousal going.

he sees your eyes drooping. he knows you’re going to succumb to sleep soon. and like yeah he could still fuck you, but he wanted you to be somewhat up. wanted to hear you get all whiny and see your grabby hands reaching for him.

“c’mon, sunshine. need you stay up a little longer for me,” he murmurs against your skin.

“‘m tired, leon,” you whine. a small whimper slips out too as his fingers begin circling your clit.

that draws a chuckle from him. “i know you are, sweet baby,” he coos, “don’t you wanna be a good girl though? help me out?”

a grumble of hesitation leaves you. his fingers did feel really good and you knew his cock would make you feel even better. you faintly nod, and feel his grin widen against your head.

“atta girl,” he purrs.

while this sleepy, perception of time isn’t one of your strongest skills. it’s like immediately your panties are down at your knees and the hot head of his cock is poking your slippery entrance. he sinks in, a deep groan leaving him while you let out a breathy moan. your fingers curl around the edge of your pillow as he begins to thrust. your dark bedroom fills with your combined noises and the creak of the bed.

and just like you thought, his dick feels really fucking good. it’s so good that you can’t fall asleep again, but it constantly feels like you’re about to. your mind floats back and forth, feeling like the logo of a dvd player bouncing around the screen.

he feels like he’s on cloud 9 too. his limbs are tense as he works himself in and out of your tight, warm hole. he’s got the hood of your sweatshirt clenched in his fist, holding it like a leash. his ears are locked in on the wet sounds of your connection.

it doesn’t take you long to get exactly where leon wants you. you’re all whiny and squirmy, whimpering for daddy to flip you over so you can latch onto him. eventually he gives in, quickly slipping out, rolling you over and sliding right back in. just like he expected, you pull him down and wrap your limbs around him. he likes it though, loves being close to you and hearing all your little sounds even more.

“that’s right, baby. daddy missed you too,” he grunts while lazily pistoning his hips. he’s not super skilled right now. you don’t need it with how dreamy you feel and he’s too fucking worked up. he’s just rutting into you and dragging you both to the edge.

he feels your pussy fluttering around him as you get close. you’re not in the mind to control it. all you can do is tug on his hair and whine.

“daddy, gonna cum. feels soooo good,” you slur and nuzzle against the side of his head.

“i can tell, dolly. don’t worry, daddy’s almost there too,” he says and smacks a little kiss on your temple.

your nails scratch his scalp as your fingers grip his hair. your hips roll up in small, drowsy motions. so cute he almost blows his load right then, but he keeps going until he knows you’re about to lose it too. once he’s sure, it’s only a few thrusts more before he loses it. you gasp and clamp around him in more ways than one, limbs locking in place while your pussy sucks him like he’ll disappear otherwise.

your release washes over you in hazy ways, tearing tender mewls from you as leon growls into the crook of your neck and spills his cum deep inside of you. he pumps it in there, obsessed with the prospect of filling you up.

when he’s done, he’s panting and sweating. he reluctantly pulls out and away from you, leaving you whining and reaching for him. he smiles at your neediness as he tugs your panties back up and fixes your hoodie. he even pulls the blanket back up for you. it’s like he was never there. the only difference is that you now have his load leaking from your cunt.

he gets up and cools off for a second before climbing back in bed with you. he sighs in content and pushes some of his hair out of his face. you still wanna be in contact though. he chuckles as you roll over and lazily climb on top of him to sleep on his chest. pulling you close, he gets you situated and kisses your head once more.

“sweet dreams, princess.”

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Mr. Parasite

Dark!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, dark!Leon, stalker!Leon, daddy kink, non-con touching, dub-con, DARK content, kidnapping, stalking, drinking, perv!Leon, choking, fingering, threats, dracryphilia, watching porn, masochism, mentions of knife play, unhinged behavior, p in v, creampie, reader is 18+, horror movies, takes place in the 90s yikes

A few days ago you had snuck out with a bottle of smirnoff and your new bikini to the motel pool. A handsome stranger approached you -you never caught his name. But his slight drawl, a head of blonde hair and a red blooded smile made your belly feel even warm. When he sat by the pool to watch you swim you got sloshed way quicker then you’d planned. Sipping in between shy glances and giggles. It felt nice to have an older guy look at you like that. Until you woke up in his motel room, kidnapped.

Wrote this while listening to Parasite by Siiickbrain.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ♡ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ When you heard the man come back into the motel room you lifted your head from your knees. You had curled up in the very corner with your back to the wall for security. The stale air of the room burned in your nostrils. Your eyes were itchy and red from crying.

A week ago you were on a family vacation, a roadtrip through different tourist traps and landmarks. A week ago you were grumpy in the back seat, staring out the window at the endless stretch of dry, caramel colored desert on either side of you. Wishing you were back home with your phone cord coiled around your finger. Giggling with your friends on your messy bed, doodling hearts in a dELIA*s catalog. Wishing you were back on the lip of the tub painting your toes, as you waited for your annoying kid brother to get off the tv.

A few days ago you had snuck out with a bottle of smirnoff and your new bikini to the motel pool. The cool night air had lapped at your skin, made you feel tingly and warm when the alcohol hit your belly. A handsome stranger, he never said his name, came up to you with his slight drawl, a head of blonde hair and a red blooded smile. It made your belly feel even warmer when he sat by the pool to watch you swim. You got sloshed way quicker then you’d planned, sipping in between shy glances and giggles. It felt nice to have an older guy look at you like that. With interest, with something like desire.

Until you woke up in his motel room, kidnapped.

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Leon took a seat on the edge of the bed looking down at you. “You’re really such a cutie. Can’t tell you how much fun I had taking you away from mommy and daddy. I’m sure they're all worried sick, probably calling the police or something.” He leaned down to your level, making you jerk back. “Do you think they’ll bring the police dogs trying to sniff out your scent? Do you think they’ll go ‘arf! arf!” He sneered, cooing at you condescendingly.

Your eyes widened then narrowed at him. Even though tingling fear washed over you, you grit your teeth. “Sick bastard.”

Leon grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked it so you faced him. “Aw, is the little princess getting upset with me? You can try to hurt my feelings but you can’t say I’m not a fun sick bastard. How else am I supposed to get my kicks if I don’t kidnap little bitches like you?” he played up his mocking words with a sinister chuckle. “Now get over here and let daddy have his fun.”

Your hands were shot out to hold your roots as he dragged you up to the bed by your hair. Wincing hard, you glared at your kidnapper. You wanted to spit in his damn face, feeling stupid for not realizing how empty his eyes were back at the pool “Daddy? You’re fucking gross.”

“Hey calm down now, princess. I think you need to listen to what daddy’s telling you. You don’t want him to get angry, do you?” Leon reached down to push you back onto the bed, looming over you. “This won’t take long, I promise I’ll take you home, so behave, okay?”

You scoffed at him, a paper tiger flashing its teeth at him. You were shivering in your white bikini, the fabric was tacky and uncomfortable from a week of wearing it. Your skin felt cold and dingy. You scurried back on the bed when he tried to lean over you. Your heart pounding hard in your chest.

“Now, now princess.” Leon chided, grabbing your arm and pulling you close so he could sit his entire weight down on your legs. “I need cooperation, so don’t go wasting daddy’s patience by being difficult. Just lay down, sweetheart. Don’t be scared, I'm not gonna hurt you too bad or anything.”

A lie. A total lie. A buzzer in the back of your head was going crazy, alarm bells ringing off. This guy was a complete and utter liar. His deep voice smooth as leather as he pretended to be soothing. He tipped your chin with his hand to divert you as he pulled down your bikini top. Exposing your breasts to him. Leon groaned in pleasure at the way your breath caught, fear curling in your chest. “There we go, princess.” he let the flimsy strings fall away. “Look at those pretty little tits, god- You're probably a tiny bit grown up from the last time I saw you, aren't you?” He smirked.

Your face darkened in humiliation, suddenly your cheeks felt like they were on fire. Your hands gripped at your top uselessly, trying to keep it up. Your breathing kicks into overdrive. He was too quiet as he let you fight to keep yourself covered. He didn’t do anything else yet, your embarrassment treat enough for now. “What;s your real name, pretty? I know you didn’t give me an honest answer last time we talked.” His fingers gripped your jaw roughly, digging into the hinge, making it open for him. “Let’s hope you're smarter than you look this time around.”

His fingers were digging your cheeks into your molars through the skin, you swallowed thickly. His smile was full of venom, and you wanted to cry. How did he know you were lying? “...It’s Jane.” you lied again. He already got you to a second location, you were as good as a jane doe now. If he believed you this time or not, Leon didn’t show it. His eyes flitted between yours, studying you.

“Jane, huh? I think I’ll just keep calling you princess, Jane.” Leon rolled the fake name around in his mouth like chewing tobacco before he spat it out after use. He turned your head side to side, appraising you. “Now, Princess or Jane -whatever, what exactly were you doing by yourself at a motel pool in the middle of the night? You didn’t think that was a dangerous thing to do, or?”

“Uhm, I was just swimming.”

“Why were your parents not with you?” his fingers worked on slowly peeling off your bikini top, not letting you hide further. “Or did you slip your little leash, Jane? Did you wander off and do things you're not supposed to?” Your kidnapper seemed to give a knowing chuckle at that.

“You really should be more careful, Jane. That’s how you get into trouble, you know.” He was smiling, sounding like a concerned bystander, like he had saved you from yourself. He repeated the fake name like a hammer to a nail in your coffin.

You felt a flush of anger, your eyebrow furrowed. You had just wanted to swim and drink a little! A few moments away from your dad sawing logs in his sleep. A few moments from the annoying little ping ping ping of your brothers gameboy as he stayed up late beside you, the screen like a lamp light under his blankets. Your nostrils flared at this asshole’s condescension. Like it was your fault he snatched you! “Yeah well, I wasn’t expecting a psycho like you to be out there.”

“A psycho?” Leon raised an eyebrow, yanking your top off and tossing it aside. “Whose the one who decided it was a good idea to swim and drink in the dead of night with no one around to watch you? That’s what I call a psycho, Jane. You're a psycho. I was lucky finding your stupid little ass.” Leon snorted, with an accusatory snarl of his lips. He sounded delusional, his hand pawing at your ribs as he tried to laugh it off. But you felt a little win that you’d gotten him to crack from his smug act. You could tell deep down there was a rift in his bravado. Something very insecure and pathetic underneath. “How old are you again?”

“How old are you?” you snapped back, sneering at him. Your throat felt raw and tight, like a small dog that had been yapping all day.

“I’m 34.” he chuckled, “guess that makes me an old man in your eyes, huh?” His hands moved to one of your breasts, shaking his head. He squeezed and kneaded your breast, pushing his fingers into the fat of it harshly. He sounded like he was talking to himself at this point. You became blurry, only your tits clear as day in his mind. “What should I do with these? Should I squeeze these pretty tits til they're sore? What would little Princess [redacted] do then?”

Your eyes went wide, your stomach dropped as your kidnapper said your real name. You hadn’t told him what your real name was. Your blood ran cold as you tried to say something.

Goosebumps raised over your arms as he grabbed and squeezed your breasts. You were frozen, heart thumping in your chest. Your name…you heard it but it was like your brain had refused to believe it. Leon’s lips moved around the letters and sounds, but your ears just rang. Drowning out the world.

“W-what?”

“Oh that’s right princess. I know everything about you.” He dragged his eyes away from your chest, realizing his slip up. Your kidnapper laughed it off casually. “You know me too, I think you just need a little help remembering who it is that’s making the demands here. So I'll be a nice boy and help you remember.” Leon’s other hands joined the first to squeeze your breast together and watch them bounce when he let go. Over and over, kneading at them like stress toys, he sighed heavily. “I have to say, these are the best things you could have ever done for me, doll, they really are cute.”

You felt a sick chill run down your spine as he said your name again. He talked about your breasts like you’d grown them for him, that you’d consciously made the choice for them to fit perfectly in his large hands. It made your stomach churn. You wanted to bat his hands away, kick, scream. “How do you know my name?”

“I know everything about you.” he repeated with a rough squeeze, “I know your parents, I know the things you're interested in, I know about the people in your life. I know the name of your first pet, so sad when it ran away hm?” he soothed his hands over your nipples, feeling them grow tight against his palms. Leon let out a shaky breath of anticipation at finally getting at you after all this time. You felt your stomach dip as he just…kept going. He relayed details about your life. Intimate details. That a man you happened to meet a week ago shouldn’t have known. You could barely register his groping hands, your own fingers shook.

“Who…who are you?”

You wanted to cry.

Uproarious laughter rose from his belly. “You don’t know, do you? Did you forget already, princess? I know you aren't that stupid. And I think I’ll just keep squeezing these and playing with those cute nipples till you remember who I am.” He brushed his thumbs over your nipples, bruxism making your jaw pop. He grinned as he spoke, voice light and playful like this wasn’t sick. “I know you know, come on now don’t make me have to pop you in the jaw. Try to remember.”

“We’ve never met before the pool, I don’t know you.” You initiated, shaking your head. Your eyes staring up at your kidnapper’s strong features. His voice like gravel in your ears. You feel dizzy, breaths leaving quicker then you could suck in air. Your body writhing under him seated atop you. The hot ache in between your legs making you unable to sit still any longer.

“Silly, silly girl. Of course we’ve met before. I’ve been watching you for a very, very long time.” Leon shook his head, gaze on your taut nipples as he rolled them between his fingers. Tone gentle, but fingers rough as he gave them a tug. “Don’t make daddy mad now. Spare yourself the trouble. I know you know who I am.”

Leon’s had reached down and began to drag your bikini bottoms down. Your hand flew out to stop him. Thighs pressed tight together. Your wide doe eyes wild and scared. You felt frustrated and confused. Your brain was reeling and his hands were not helping.You shook your head, willing your brain to think. Because you had no idea who this man was! He laughed at this, hand stopping just over your mound, he wasn’t going to let you stop him from taking your bottoms off. He could see your white swimsuit sticking to your pussy already. You probably didn’t even realize how wet you were already.

Leon was giddy as he watched your face twist and turn the color of a heart shaped lollipop. He finally wrangled your bottoms out of your hand and slipped those off too. A gruff sound leaving his throat as he looked at your dripping cunt, clit swollen like someone had been sucking on it. Leon wanted to smack it til you cried. His tenor grew lower. More husky, less patient. “I’ve watched you, darlin’, many, many times. We’ve met more than once. Do you understand me?”

Your eyes scanned his face, hands clutched over your body. You sniffled, eyes big and watery. You shivered in the motel room air, the static of the crt tv sounded deafening in the silence. His hands slid up your legs, ignored you clit to cup your tits again. Realization dumped a bucket of cold water on your head. “You’re…” you tried to find your voice, “You're the guy from the video rental place…”

You didn’t recognize him at first. It had been years. His hair looked different, longer. His face was more rugged and matured. Your heart sank. You knew him. But only in passing. When you ‘d rent horror movies with your friends at the video store.

Leon barked a laugh, with a big grin. He spoke slow and sickeningly sweet, mocking you. “That's right, princess. I am the guy from the video rental place. Good girl, you're starting to remember now. Now…I don’t want you to tell me any more lies, okay? Daddy will handle everything..”

His thumbs circled with your nipples, making you arch up off the bed. Your fingers gripped the sheets hard, grinding your teeth as little noises came out of you. “okay , okay fuck- yes, I remember you!” you whined pitifully. Your breathing grew shorter and shorter. The motel sheets were scratchy and uncomfortable against your back. Leon stopped laughing, his expression settling into a cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He almost sounded proud as he praised you. Dipping his mouth to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. “Can you tell me something, princess?” he asked, drawing his tongue over the hard bud. Making you jerk.

“What?”

“What’s your favorite horror movie?” Leon held his hand up to your cheek, his fingerless gloves warm with your body heat. You almost got whiplash from how fast you jerked your head away from the soft touch. Leon didn’t seem to care. When you didn’t answer, too busy biting down on your tongue to stop the moans rising up. “Come on now, can you really not think of your favorite movie right now? I know it’s a tough questions, but daddy really wants to know.”

Your words choked in your throat as Leon swapped to your other nipple with a wet pop. He was sucking too hard, it ached. His grip tightened on your tits. “Uh, s-scream?”

“Oh princess, that’s not the right answer.” He patronized, smile slipping off his face. His playful tone turned stern and disappointed. Fear curled like a pin worm in your heart. It was impossible to think until he pulled away and pinched your nipples roughly. “Try again. What’s your favorite movie?”

You whimpered, “it’s- it’s Misery.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear, princess. That’s a good one. You’ve got good taste in horror…for a little girl.” his grip loosened somewhat, Leon pulled away with a devious grin. You could feel the rush and tingle of his touch still. “It’s funny, that’s your favorite movie, because you're kind of living it right now. Misery it is.”

Leon got up, dropping down into the motel room chair in the corner. Flicking on the crt tv and flipping through channels without another word. Shucking off his leather jacket and gloves.

Your shoulders slumped to the bed in relief. Trying to calm your ragged breaths. Your eyes followed him around the room, the tv filled the room with a high pitch noise. You sat up carefully, chest feeling puffy and sore. “W-what are you doing?”

“Just turning on a show. Oh my god, this one is such a bad movie.” Leon laughed at an action film. flipping channels one after the other, throwing out casual comments. Finally landing on a horror movie. He made a big sigh of satisfaction, “ah now that’s more like it.”

You raised an eyebrow, your heart beating out of its chest a few moments ago was now squeezing tight. You felt awkward, he was acting so casual, like it was just another day. You bit your lips, looking at the movie on the screen, the picture jumping occasionally as the cable was spotty all the way out here in the desert. You curled in on yourself, watching your kidnapper carefully. He looked a bit older, with a little smirk on his face. His muscular body relaxed with his thighs spread wide in the motel chair.

“Come here.” he motioned with two fingers.

Your belly swooped as you approached him, cautious as a cat. Standing awkwardly by his chair, shifting your weight between your feet. You kept your naked body, half turned away from him.

Leon scooted himself up in his chair to make room for you between his legs. His head propped up on his hand. You realized what he wanted and you grimaced. There was barely any room there, you’d have to sit on his lap. You turned away as you saw his hand not so subtly adjust his cock in his pants. “I won't hurt ya. hurry up and come sit, princess.”

You settled slowly, and reluctantly into Leon’s lap. Something like sufferance filled your stomach like lead. A dark twist in your gut told you that by taking a seat atop your kidnappers knee you were settling yourself into something much more sinister than just the lap of this parasite.

Leon falls quiet for a while he even keeps his hands on the armrests the whole time. You don’t dare turn to check if he’s actually watching. Your back is straight as an arrow. You're tense and self conscious of the way your ass is practically on his dick. It’s not even hard, Leon is just hung. His jeans are full of him. The tv lulls you into relaxing a little after about an hour. It's getting hard to keep the rigid posture up. Leon’s breathing is soft behind you, almost like he’s dozed off. It’s like he has a sixth sense, soon your eyes drift to the motel room door, his hand is reaching up to pet your hair. Running his fingers through the tangles in it, sending tingles through your scalp at how gentle it feels.

When you sigh and tip your head back a little, his hand slides to your thigh. His hand gripping the dough of your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing. You refuse to look, but you feel the way it's stroking your thigh. Getting closer and closer to your pussy. Your hands grip your knees hard when his thumb traces your clit. The movie has ended and a new one starts. You stare at a woman being chased by a psycho guy on the screen. It’s not one you’d ever seen before. Looks low budget. You will trigger the hair that is your arousal away.

He’s playing with your clit like that til it’s swollen and throbbing. Your slick is gathering between your pussy lips. Your face is bright red when it begins to drip onto his pants. Leon cups your hot pussy with his hand fully and you gasp.

“How do you like the movie, sweetheart?” he whispers hotly in your ear. You force your eyes open. Leon runs the digits between your folds, back and forth. Gliding, smooth as silk catching your wet hole.

“I-It’s okay.”

“Hm, what’s happening on screen? Can you describe it for me?”

Your panting, Leon can feel your pulse against his palm. You squint at the tv, “the killer is…chasing the girl…he’s got a knife.”

You keep watching, you realize why you’ve never seen this movie before. Because it’s not a normal movie -the killer chases the girl to an abandoned cabin. She hides under the bed. Only to get dragged out and slammed onto the mattress. He holds the girl by the throat as he’s ripping her panties in half. Smacking his cock on her tiny clit, nestled in the girl’s curled dark pubic hair before he’s forcing himself inside her with an animalistic growl. Your face goes red, belly quivering with nerves and arousal. It was porn. Dark porn. You look away but Leon is grabbing your jaw, digging his fingers in your cheeks and making you watch. A laugh rumbled in Leon’s chest, his fingers swiping over your swollen bundle of nerves with your own juices. “Mmh, what’s happening now, tell daddy.”

“He’s…he’s-” a whine blooms from your throat, thighs quivering. Drinking in the sight of the killer on screen wrapping his hand around the girl’s throat to pull her back onto his thick cock. “He’s fucking her and he’s c-choking her-”

And Leon wraps his bicep around your throat, pulling you flush against his chest. Actually copies the porn on screen. You’re swallowing hard, gripping his hard muscles, nail’s scratching.

Leon groans at the way your pussy gushes onto his pants. He knows you like it, he’s pinching your clit with his fingers and rubbing it faster and faster. Just like how you do when you touch yourself, oh god. Your kidnapper groans deep in his throat. “Fuck that juicy pussy is soaking me baby, know youre close. Know youre gonna cum for me soon.”

“Hnnn, oh, god, I can’t-” can’t cum? Can’t hold it? Can’t breathe? You don't know but Leon seems to understand. He keeps rubbing your clit. It feels so good, so much better than your own hand. Your thigh’s shake, your cheeks are so red as you squeal. Your hips can’t escape him, rocking forward into his hand, backward into his crotch. His breath is ghosting hot over your ear. “Fuck, see how he’s using her? See how he’s just using her to jerk off in, sweetheart? He’s pounding her like he owns it -like it’s been his all along -like he was just waiting to break in that slutty pussy.”

“Leon!”

You cum hard, thighs shaking hard as wave after wave of hot pleasure washes over you. Your body goes taut then boneless in his lap, finally relaxing against him as he pet’s your pretty little clit.“There it is, atta girl.” Your eyes are heavy, you can’t even move as Leon lets off the pressure on your neck to pet at your hair. Brushing it from your flushed face. You bury it into the crook of his neck. Desperate for comfort after coming apart as the seams.

Leon’s hold you around is tight as a straightjacket, smiling into your hair. Chest filling with pride at your little slip up. “That’s right, princess. Knew you’d remember me.”

He’s lifting up your hips to rub his leaking cockhead through your folds, forcing you to suck in a lungful of air. You moan wantonly as he smacks your clit with his cock, exactly how the killer had in the porn. It felt like jolts of pleasure shot up right into your veins. You couldn’t breathe as he pushed the tip into your slick hole. The little pop as he breached your muscles making you scratch and cling to his arms.

“Oh fuck- it’s so deep,” You shake as Leon’s buried to the hilt inside you, seat in his lap. Your eyes water. He’s not even moving and you feel close to cumming again. Leon pulls out only to sink in again slowly. Your thighs tremble, his hands wrapping around them to rock you onto him. His huge cock is spearing you open, his hips humping up from the motel chair.

“So fucking tight, princess. You sure I didn’t just swipe your little v-card?” He laughs, but Leon sounds breathless and he’s holding onto the fat of your hips for dear life. You can feel his eyes tipped up, looking at your face as your back arches pretty for him. Bouncing you on his lap, his eyes feel like the muzzle of a gun against your temple.

“Mmh, Leon- Leon, leon, gonna cum! Cumming-” your voice is shrill and virile. Youre dripping down his balls, staining to motel chair as he fucks up into your squelching cunt. He can feel your walls throbbing around him. Squeezing him rhythmically when he hits deep inside you. You grip his hair, yanking the blonde strands when he keeps trying to bump your lips together. You don’t want his disgusting affection, you want his cock. You want the head grinding into your g spot, wringing pleasure from your body like you’d never felt before and oh God -Fuck this parasite of a man, fuck this kidnapper.

“Oh yeah? I’m a parasite, baby?”

You realized you’ve said it aloud, and he just fucks you harder. Grunting, voice thick and gravelly, he sounds wrecked. Your cheeks flush and you grip onto him. He wraps his arm around your throat again, laughing when you clamp down on his cock and moan uncontrollably. Another orgasm trainwrecks your mind, and your eyes roll back. Your kidnapper growls, throbbing inside you, like your orgasm wasn’t supposed to make him cum. But it does and he slams into your cunt to pump hot sticky release deep inside you. You slump against leon, room spinning like it did at the pool. Leon’s pressing a dirty, spit filled kiss into your mouth before you can protest. You sit there and let him roll his thick tongue around in your mouth. He kisses you like he needs you to survive. Like without you he’d quickly shrivel and die. And maybe Leon does need you, if not you then some poor other girl. He needs someone, his kisses turn slow and sweet. You don’t kiss him back, but he doesn’t seem to notice, whispering love into your open mouth. Your eyes coldly stare up at the ceiling. It feels like a fly hovering in your ear.

I’d never hurt you, baby. I can’t live without you. I love you. I need you. I. Love .You.

A parasite always needs a host.

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something permanent pt 11 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors. i stg. do not interact or i will call the cops

reminder that this is a dark fic, if any of the following bothers/triggers you, do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, forced daddy kink, forced breeding, pregnancy, non/dubcon

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chapter index: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10

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word count: 6k

description: leon's mission isn't exactly going as planned, although it features a few familiar faces. darling grapples with leon's absence and an empty house.

tags/warnings: yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, no use of (y/n), kidnapping, forced daddy kink, forced breeding, pregnancy, pet names (princess, angel, dolly, pup/puppy, etc.), tokophobia, brief medical jargon, male masturbation, mild descriptions of violence/slight gore

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Leon couldn't stop fidgeting throughout his entire flight to California, knee bouncing, fingers drumming on the armrest, his eyes trained strictly out the window. He couldn't care less about apprehending Dr. Antonio Taylor-- the D.S.O. could have picked anyone to walk up and down San Francisco, wasting their time searching for a needle in a fucking haystack, but of course they chose him, entirely overqualified and with much more important things to attend to.

But that was neither here nor there. He couldn't change his circumstances now, and he knew it. It was a long, shitty day of travel, stressful and annoying and hindered by flight delays. By the time he finally made it to California, he was too exhausted and pissed off to hit the ground running just yet.

Thankfully, the D.S.O. had paid for his stay in a pretty nice hotel, their dogshit attempt at sweetening the pot as if that would actually make a dent in his distaste toward being pried away from you.

He swiped himself into his room and dropped his bag right next to the door, quick to set up his laptop at the desk in the far corner of the room. It was well past 2 a.m. and he was definitely beat, but he knew he wouldn't be able to catch a wink of sleep if he didn't get a chance to check in on you. Every second it took to boot up, connect to the wifi and open his security feed felt like an eternity.

But as soon as the image popped up of you curled up in the center of the bed, clutching his pillow to your chest as your frame rose and fell with gentle breaths, Leon softened. His eyes practically glazed over as he watched you rest. You looked like such a little angel, so peaceful and warm and sweet, so lonely all by yourself in that big bed. His mind began to wander.

Were you clutching his pillow to support that growing baby bump, or were you clutching it because it smelled like him? Could it be both? Had you made sure to eat well today, to shower, to get up and move for a bit, to be gentle with yourself? To think of him? His heart swelled in his chest. He missed you so badly he could hardly breathe.

You stirred in your sleep, and his breath caught in his throat. Were you dreaming? Were you too hot? Were you uncomfortable? Were you waking up? He wasn't sure, but as you shifted beneath the covers and tiredly kicked them off of you, he sort of stopped caring about the why. You had such nice legs. With much of your body revealed from the bedding he could see you were sleeping in just panties and one of his shirts.

He could hear his heart pounding in his ears as his eyes trailed up your form, soaking in the image of your plush thighs and what little he could see of your ass below the hem of that dark shirt. As far as Leon was concerned, you could keep it. It looked too good on you.

Leon wished he was there. It was three hours ahead for you at home-- if he were there, maybe he'd be waking up just a little before his alarm. He would reach over and turn it off to avoid waking you, his hands roaming over your sleeping body. You always got so warm in your sleep, your skin soft and radiating with heat. He would trail his hands from your thighs to your hips to your bump, from your bump to your swollen breasts.

If he were there, he wouldn't be able to control himself for long. He would lower himself on the bed, perched on his stomach between your thighs. He would kiss and suck at your soft skin, stamping wet kisses all the way up both sides before coming to rest at the core of your panties. He would push them aside, too impatient to take them completely off, and he would bury himself in your hot, slick cunt. He would lap you up like water, one hand hooked around your thigh while the other gripped your hip.

If he were there, he would hold you down and shush you when you inevitably woke up confused, but dizzy with pleasure. He would circle around and flick at your clit with his tongue while two wanting fingers pet at your hole before sinking into you with ease. He would curl them into your g-spot and moan into your folds, making you cry out and whine for him and wish you could watch him work, if only your swollen belly weren't in the way.

If he were there, he would spend every last available minute devouring you like he was starving, drinking up every drop of your arousal with wanton need.

Leon suddenly came back to reality as his cock gushed over his hand, beads of pearly white running down his clenched fist. He was panting to catch his breath, his ears ringing as he reached for a tissue.

"Fuck..."

The house was so eerily quiet. Every little noise set your teeth on edge.

It was so bizarre. You expected to feel such a weight lifted off of you upon his exit, such relief. But you were really just terrified, feeling weirdly vulnerable and afraid and, not to mention, intensely paranoid. It seemed as though the nerves alone were enough to trigger your sensitive stomach-- your morning sickness had ramped up considerably and you could hardly keep anything down. You kept waking up in the middle of the night sweating and shaking, clinging to his pillows for dear life.

Of course your original intention was to search high and low for a way out, but you were thoroughly convinced your every move was being recorded and watched. For that reason alone, you barely felt comfortable enough to set foot outside the bedroom for much else other than food and water, nervous that there would somehow be consequences upon Leon's return.

As the days passed, it felt like your paranoia was just getting worse. Every creak, every settling pipe, every sound from the washing machine or the fridge or the dishwasher felt like it could be him, and you could hardly stand it anymore. You were spending your days curled up in bed, shaking like a leaf, very reminiscent of your first few months here, except now you were heavily pregnant.

Too afraid to go back on his set expectations for you, you were diligent about still caring for yourself in the way he would if he were home. You ate at the same times, went outside into the backyard at the same times, showered at the same times. And of course, you couldn't forget the post-bathing ritual.

The sounds of fat raindrops pattering on the window were calming to you as you sat on the bed, freshly showered. Your hair was up in a towel to dry as you massaged shea butter over your growing bump, despite how odd and uncomfortable it felt to care so closely for something you never really wanted to begin with…

...You thought. It had been nearly two weeks into Leon's departure and you were already sort of starting to bond with the thing. After all, it was your only human connection in this silent, empty house.

You sighed deeply as you stared down at your body, watching as your hands smoothed the moisturizer into your skin. The analog clock ticked.

"Hey, kid," You whispered aloud, leaning back against the pillows. "Who are you going to grow up to be?"

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

You blinked slowly, wondering for a moment if you were crazy for this, for his absence being all it took for you to cave. But, you thought, on the other hand, this baby was an innocent party in all of this. As badly as you wished you had control over your own autonomy, you didn't, and this baby was coming whether you liked it or not. You weren't invalid for hating Leon, or for not wanting to be pregnant. But was it unfair of you to neglect the child you were bearing as a result of your emotions?

You weren't sure, and it made you sick. Just to test the waters, you began to think about what a good, caring mother would do in your position, and only one answer came to you.

Fight like hell.

What did that look like, though? Keeping yourself safe and doted on in captivity until you gave birth, or trying to get the fuck out before the kid would ever even have to see his face? Before you were too pregnant to run? You shivered, pulling your shirt down as you relaxed further back, staring at the ceiling.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.

You began to weigh your options. To stay meant a lifetime of this, of pumping out babies and rarely if ever seeing the outside of this house, although you would be endlessly cared for. Escape meant a lifetime of running, of knowing Leon would always be out there somewhere looking for you and your baby, of knowing you would always be one wrong move away from being dragged back into captivity. On paper, the answer seemed obvious.

For now. A seed had been planted in your head and the topic of escape would remain stuck in your head for a while, no matter how strongly your paranoia tried to fight it off.

You tried to choke it back and act normal. If Leon really was checking in on you over the cameras, he would surely notice if you had misbehavior on your mind. Did the cameras have audio? Were you even safe to talk it out with yourself, or would he hear you? Could he be watching you in real time right now?

You were barely paying attention as you mindlessly washed the dishes, very much lost in your own little world there, rinsing the same plate off for much longer than was necessary. Your eyes narrowed as you stared down at the bottom of the sink, watching the water rush over the steel surface before drawing down the drain to be carried off by the pipes. You wished it were you.

"You can't be serious," Leon groaned to himself, half-watching the streets for Taylor, but mostly just watching you on his phone-- that is, until he received a call that interrupted the video playback.

This mission had dragged on for three weeks now and he wasn't getting any closer to finding his mark, despite his best efforts. Sure, he was often a bit distracted by the thought of you, wondering if you were being good for him and taking care of yourself, but to that same point he was quite intent on doing what needed to be done as quickly as humanly possible. The sooner he would bring in Taylor, the sooner he could come home to you, and that was more than enough incentive for him.

Although that didn't make his distance from you any less painful. Begrudgingly, he answered the call, "Kennedy."

"Hey, it's me, I have some intel for you," said the voice on the other end of the line, and Leon quickly recognized it as belonging to Hunnigan. She continued, "Looks like another group got their hands on Taylor before we did. He was detained and loaded into an escape vehicle just a little bit ago."

Raising an eyebrow, even knowing she couldn't see him, Leon hummed, "Okay, where?"

As Hunnigan began her attempt to point him in the right direction, his eyes drifted along the street, particularly toward the entrance to the highway. Hundreds of cars were passing by, and none of them seemed all that interesting at first... until he caught sight of a van exactly matching the description Hunnigan was giving him. His posture stiffened and he found himself fishing in his pocket for his keys.

Hunnigan's words sort of died down into white noise as he turned over his shoulder, taking his motorcycle off its kickstand so he could mount it. "Yeah, yeah, I'll check in with you later," Leon dismissed her without even waiting for her to finish her sentence, hanging up the phone and speeding off to tail the van.

This is it, he thought to himself, my ticket home.

There was something so calming to him about riding his motorcycle, even in such a high stakes situation. It was one of those rare moments in which he felt true freedom and control.

Unfortunately for Leon, that sense of control wouldn't last very long.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, a car chase that should have been pretty cut and dry actually wound up going to shit. He wasn't even remotely expecting it when an opposing agent jumped him and pulled his brakes, sending his precious Ducati scattering over the highway in pieces.

Oh, yes, and very nearly himself.

The walk back to his hotel was very sobering-- and sore. He couldn't help but feel he was starting to get a little too old for this kind of work. Just to keep him company, if anything else, Leon took his now cracked phone from his pocket and called the only person he could think to call.

"Hunnigan," He sighed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "I pursued the van, but they shook me off... Crashed my damn motorcycle."

Hunnigan replied with a mocking gasp, "Not your precious motorcycle!"

"I'm gonna miss it," Leon huffed. "She was so beautiful..."

Hunnigan shared another short laugh at his expense before reeling it back in. "If it makes you feel any better, I think I know where our guy is, and you can most definitely get there without a motorcycle... You will need a boat, though."

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.

You couldn't stand the silence anymore. You really didn't want to give in to your rebellious urge, but you just needed something to do or you would go truly insane. The first thing that came to mind was the bookshelf in Leon's office-- there was still so much material in there you hadn't had a chance to get to, and right now you had nothing but time to read.

Pushing yourself up from the bed, you padded down the hallway and then down the stairs, toward the study. Your heart was racing in your chest as you struggled to choke back the feeling that you were doing something horribly wrong. All you could do was remind yourself that you weren't going in there to snoop, you were just looking for a book to read. Surely Leon would understand, right?

Your shaking hand came to rest on the doorknob, hesitating to turn it. Would there be consequences for peeking, or even for trying to? Would the door even be unlocked?

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The sound of a key scraping into the front door scared the living daylights out of you and you retracted your hand as though it had been burned. Wide-eyed, you turned around to stare at the door and felt an overwhelming sense of fear and panic washing over you. All you knew was that Leon could not catch you trying to break into his study after three weeks of being gone, especially given you had no idea what sort of mood he would return to you in.

Fight or flight took over and flight was definitely winning. Your feet carried you faster than your foggy brain could keep up with as you climbed the stairs and went barreling back down the hallway, cowering in the bedroom in anticipation.

You heard the door open and you froze, going completely silent. The weight of the footsteps was off-- it wasn't Leon. You remembered what he'd told you before he left, that if someone entered with a key, it was someone he sent specifically, but who? Had he caught you sneaking around on the cameras? Had he sent someone to discipline you in his absence?

Footfalls echoed down the hall as the person came closer. You couldn't possibly be more terrified of who you might be faced with on the other side of the door.

And then a familiar voice called out, "Mrs. Kennedy?"

Your eyes narrowed in thought for a moment, unsure of who it might be at first. They called out your name again and suddenly it came to you…

The doctor?

Creeping over to the door, you cracked it open just far enough to peer out into the hallway, and clear as day, there he was, your doctor. Well, Leon's doctor... the doctor he'd hired to care for you during your pregnancy with the utmost trust and discretion. But he'd never been to the house before, as far as you knew.

You blinked at him awkwardly as the fear fizzled out, though the sense of unease it left behind was still very much palpable. Apparently the confusion on your face was too, because he answered your question before you could even ask; "Leon scheduled a home visit, since he's away on business. Wanted me to check in on how you're coming along."

It wasn't surprising that Leon would do that, by any means. As much as you wanted to tell the doctor to fuck off back to whatever unethical government facility he came from, you had a very strong feeling that any misbehavior would be swiftly relayed back to Leon, so you chose not to test your luck. With a deep sigh you nodded, opening the door fully and stepping aside to gesture for the doctor to enter.

You were instructed to lay on the bed as the doctor brought some more equipment in, setting things up at your bedside. His work was quick and thorough and before you knew it, your 'appointment' began.

Your answers to his questions were becoming much like clockwork now-- no, you hadn't had any concerns, yes, you'd been getting plenty of rest, yes, you'd been eating, so on and so forth. He was sure to take your vitals, seeing nothing wrong there, and then it was time for your ultrasound.

By now you'd had a small handful of them, and they never got any easier for you. The gel was still ice cold and grossly sticky, the image of what was growing inside you was just as difficult to confront and so was the mere sight of your own body. All you could do was lay there, tune out the doctor and wait for it to be over, which was what you usually did. It was also what you were doing now.

Until the doctor finally asked a question that stood out to you.

“Would you like to know the sex of the baby?”

You froze. In your disdain for being pregnant, your knee jerk reaction was to say hell no and allow yourself to wallow in discontent for a while longer. But, your second thought was a little smarter. Surely Leon would kill to know the sex of the baby. Finding out that he missed such a monumental milestone in your pregnancy would eat him alive, he would never stop beating himself up over it. It could be your own little act of defiance to find out on your own, and you would be able to talk your way out of trouble for it very easily.

Looking up at the doctor, you fought back a smug look and nodded. "I would love to know."

The doctor looked up at the screen, giving the wand a few more gentle passes over your swollen stomach as he interpreted the image before him. Just seconds later, a smile tugged at his face and he turned to face you again.

"Looks like you're having a baby girl, Mrs. Kennedy."

A girl.

You weren't expecting the answer to knock the wind out of your lungs, but it did. A girl. You felt so hollow. How were you going to protect her from Leon's behavior as she would grow up? What were you going to tell her when she would ask how mommy and daddy met? How were you going to be able to look her in the eyes and pretend to be fine while still encouraging her to never take shit from a man?

Long after the doctor packed up and left, your head was spinning with conflict. There was far too much to consider, now that things just continued to get more and more real for you. You were six months pregnant with a little baby girl, and as the only arguably sane adult in the house, it was your responsibility to protect her and keep her from undergoing the same terrible circumstances you had. You couldn't possibly imagine seeing a child you had loved and raised since birth being snatched up by some madman in the night. You couldn't stand the thought of your baby girl having to witness the way Leon treated you, and even worse, growing up to think that it's normal.

On your way up to bed that night, curiosity got the best of you and you stopped by Leon's study, your hand closing around the cool metal doorknob once more. This time, though, you twisted it.

Locked.

You didn't get much sleep that night. You couldn't. You just laid awake, staring at the ceiling in deep, unraveling thought, planning your next move. If only you could make up your mind on what that move would be.

When Leon first set foot on Alcatraz Island, it looked pretty much just as he'd suspected. Empty, abandoned, desolate. He wasn't super confident about this lead, but considering it was all he'd managed to get in three weeks, he figured it couldn't hurt to check it out.

It seemed odd to him. Prone to vandalism, breaking and entering, squatting and idiots getting themselves hurt on and around the area, Alcatraz Island was pretty well patrolled by boat, making it an unlikely spot for any sort of large scale operation. Even with his badge it was difficult for Leon to find a boat that would be willing to make the trip. On the other hand... it wouldn't be particularly difficult to pay off the coast guard to look the other way. Maybe there really was some substance to this.

Now hyper aware of the fact that he might not be alone, Leon crept along the side of the building, looking for a discreet way in. Albeit unfavorable, he found what he was looking for in a sewer system that tunneled beneath the structure.

Turning on his flashlight, he headed in, trying his best not to make any unnecessary noise. His gun was drawn and at the ready as he blindly navigated through the tunnels, trying to compare the layout of the building he had in mind to the directions he was taking with every fork in the system.

After a while, he spotted some light flooding in from one of the turns in the tunnel, and he briefly worried he'd turned himself around until he realized it wasn't natural light. It was synthetic yellow and accompanied by that distinct buzzing sound.

Making his way toward the light, the water deepened and he was left with little choice but to walk through it, his boots sloshing in the putrid green liquid. Almost immediately as he turned the corner he was met with opposition-- a blurry series of well-trained attacks caught him off guard, and without even really thinking about it, he began to fight.

The assailant knocked Leon's gun from his grasp, the combat devolving to hand-to-hand. Of course, he could have pulled his knife, but that wouldn't have been any fun. The assault was becoming interestingly acrobatic and maybe even a little bit exhilarating...

Until he got booted down to his ass in that nasty green water. It was a fair fight, but that didn't mean he liked losing. Leon was just contemplating jumping back up to continue the brawl when he was shocked to hear a familiar tone before him.

"Leon? What are you doing here?"

He quickly looked up, his competitive expression softening as he took in the sight of the person who had just literally kicked his ass in the sewer.

“Jill?”

The air was weirdly tense as they stared at each other in shock for a moment. Leon had no idea that Jill Valentine had even been cleared to participate in missions again. Running into her here, now, was such a surprise. It wasn't a bad thing, of course, but the tired look in her eyes more than communicated to him that she probably wasn't quite ready to be back in the saddle.

"I'm looking for someone," Leon answered her simply. "What are you doing here?"

Jill rolled her eyes and began to walk, gesturing for Leon to follow along with her, which he did. Her reply was just as short and to the point, "Investigating."

Their footfalls echoed through the tunnels as they walked. The silence in the air was deafening. "How have you been?" Leon asked, not before a beat of hesitation.

With a soft huff of breath from her nose, Jill shrugged and kept her eyes forward, scanning their surroundings carefully. "Fine. Busy. What about you?"

Leon nodded slowly, and as he thought of how to answer that question, the only thing on his mind was you.

You, you, you. All you, always you. Nothing else in his life mattered to him at all but you, and the precious little bean you were carrying.

A smitten grin tugged at him. "I can't complain, Valentine. I've got a little lady at home and a baby on the way."

Her eyes widened, brows furrowed as she stopped in her tracks and turned around to stare at him, sincerely unsure if he was being serious. "A baby?"

Suddenly they were startled by the sound of something crawling around nearby-- a licker. Blind as bats, sure, but their hearing and sense of smell were forces to be reckoned with. The two agents froze, huddling close to the wall to wait for the fleshy monster to pass. It wasn't a simple task to remain dead silent with a slimy, sharp-toothed abomination sniffing directly in your face, which is maybe why the thing took notice of Leon and Jill's presence and their catching up went from 0 to 100 with a quickness.

The tunnels lit up with gunshots as Leon and Jill bounded through the water, evading the creature as well as they could. With the two of them combined, they knew it shouldn't have been too difficult of a fight, but the water and the smell and the sense of panic and confusion were all coming together to keep Leon and Jill embarrassingly off their game.

It was a narrow escape, but an escape nonetheless. The entire time, as his heart raced and his boots flooded with sewer water and his gun fired off at an abomination, all he could think of was you. He couldn't possibly let himself get hurt, not with you waiting for him at home. He thought of the last thing you said to him before he left, be safe, please, the soft quiver of your voice and the tremble of your bottom lip and the tired look in your worried eyes.

And his baby in your belly.

The two agents finally found a good spot to emerge from the sewer and head deeper into the abandoned prison. As soon as they did so, Leon couldn't help but act on the urge to check on you, knowing he wouldn't be able to quiet his thoughts enough to work efficiently if he didn't.

He fished his phone from his pocket, only to find it soaked through with sewer water. The shattered portion of his screen had long since absorbed the moisture, waterlogging the whole thing. It wouldn't even turn on and he froze in his tracks, beginning to panic as Jill continued on ahead.

A short moment passed before she realized Leon wasn't with her. Jill turned curiously over her shoulder to observe him staring down at his phone like a miserable, wet cat.

"You alright?" She called over to him.

He jumped at the sound of her voice, hesitantly peeling his eyes away from his phone to look at her. "Yeah, I'm fine... Just can't get in touch with home base," He finally responded, holding up his bricked phone for her to see.

Leon wasn't oblivious. He knew it wouldn't go over well if he'd been honest with her, if his reply to that question lay somewhere along the lines of 'I might be ten seconds away from a panic attack because I can't check on my captive, pregnant girlfriend through the cameras in my house.' In his attempt to act as normal as humanly possible, he was really just coming off as awkwardly stiff, and that didn't make it past Jill.

She could tell something was off with him from the moment they noticed each other. She wasn't sure what exactly, and she wasn't sure why. It was just something about the way he carried himself, the look in his eye, the way he spoke. The last time she'd seen him, just over a year ago, he was miserable and drinking heavily, an absolute mess of himself. He was barely functioning, and now he was suddenly just fine, in a happy, healthy relationship with a girl he knocked up? The dots just weren't connecting.

The pair continued to walk, surrounded only by the groaning and creaking sounds of settling structure and the whistle of wind every now and then. Her suspicion was nagging at her and Jill was becoming increasingly tempted to get to the bottom of whatever was going on with Leon.

Keeping a straight face, Jill broke the silence with another question, as casually spoken as she could muster. She didn't want to scare him off. "So... How'd you meet this 'little lady' of yours?"

Leon grinned at just the mention of you, his heart stuttering in his chest. "In a coffee shop," He said, and it wasn't even really a lie. Sure, you were just his completely oblivious barista a time or two, but that's where he saw you for the first time and where his obsession with you began.

"A coffee shop?" Jill’s tone was even, but incredulous. "Cute. Very, uh... rom-com."

She wasn't really sure she believed him. It seemed like far too easy of an answer, so she continued to subtly pry.

"And... the baby? If you don't mind me asking. How did that happen?"

Leon glanced over at her, an unamused look on his face. It should have been a simple question, but to Leon it felt like criticism, and that pissed him off. He couldn't believe the audacity of people to cast judgment on his relationship with you, because everything about it was exactly perfect and as it was meant to be.

But, he choked back his anger and found it within himself to tease, hoping to disarm her, "What do you mean, 'how did it happen?' Y'know, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much..."

Jill rolled her eyes and nudged him with her shoulder. "That's not what I meant. It was my attempt at a nice way of asking if the baby was... planned."

His expression hardened again and he looked straight at her, his response quick and defensive, "Of course the baby was planned. My girlfriend, she's... I mean, Jill, she's perfect. She's everything I've ever wanted in a partner and I knew, from the moment I first laid eyes on her, that she was going to be mine. She had to be mine, all mine, and now she is."

Nearly tripping over her own foot, Jill wanted to respond but didn't even know where to start. Had he even realized what he just said? How it sounded? Why was he being so shifty about you? Her jaw dropped open to say something but she was cut off by the sounds of more voices deeper in the prison. As the two agents crept through the cell block, they were shocked to see just how many corpses littered the floor.

Guns drawn, Leon and Jill made their way carefully and quietly toward the voices, determined not to be off their guard this time. Inching closer and closer to the origin of the sound, the two checked with each other for a nod of approval before rising from their cover to confront the other two occupants of the building, only to be met with two more familiar faces-- the Redfields.

A moment of stunned silence passed before everyone put their guns down.

It was 3:30 in the morning and you had given up completely on trying to get some sleep. You were exhausted, as per usual, but as hard as you tried, you couldn't shut your mind off.

A baby girl.

You weren't sure why something as simple as learning the sex of the baby inside you made the whole thing feel that much more real, but it did. You felt so lost, and more than that you felt entirely under qualified to be the mother this little girl would need on the other side of your body. Would it be fair to her if you stayed, exposing her to Leon's behavior? Would it be worse for her if you subjected her to a life in hiding?

You were curled up on the couch downstairs, just staring out at the backyard through the sliding glass door. There was a whole world out there that your daughter might never get to see, that you might never get to see again. Months ago you would have taken Leon's absence and ran with it-- after all, it was a golden opportunity to escape-- but at this point he had been gone for three weeks and the worst you'd tried to do was sneak into his office to look for books to read.

He scared you, to put it simply. He'd very, very successfully scared you. You felt so small under the weight of his thumb, so vulnerable and helpless and far too slow. It never ceased to amaze and frighten you just how constantly he managed to be two steps ahead, and every day he was getting better and better and manipulating you. Leon had wormed himself into corners of your brain that you didn't even know existed.

The door was right there, but the thought of crossing that threshold again made your throat and your chest feel so tight. Surely he would know within the hour if you attempted another escape, and even if he couldn't get to you himself, you imagined he would be bending every resource to his will and convincing every pair of eyes he could to look for you in the meantime.

But was that the kind of father you wanted your daughter to have?

Leon swore up and down that he would put his everything into being the most perfect father he could possibly be. He regularly ranted to you about how long he'd dreamt of this, that he would never forgive himself if he was anything less than the best, but what did 'the best' mean to him? He also swore up and down that he'd be the best partner to you, and his interpretation of that certainly didn't fit the description.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

You let out a deep sigh, burying your face in your hands. You knew what you had to do, you were just too afraid to do it. But this wasn't just about you anymore, you had a responsibility to the little life in your belly, whether you wanted to or not. Obviously Leon wasn't going to be the one to admit that he was a threat to the safety of your child, but someone had to and who else was going to do it but you? Half of the world likely thought you were dead by now, and the other half thought you were crazy, thanks to Leon. The ball was in your court.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.

#venustext #sintext #something permanent #yandere!leon kennedy x reader #dark!leon kennedy x reader #dark!leon kennedy #dark!leon kennedy x you

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Hiiii I was wondering if I could request smth along the lines of reader's old guy friend is in town from college and she has him over at her and Leon's apartment and he gets jealous so later he makes her sit there n watch as he jerks off so he can cum on her face and mark her as his 😭

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: an old friend of yours comes to visit, and leon gets a little jealous. he has to make sure you remember that you're all his.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, masturbation, facial, praise, jealousy

word count: 2.3k

a/n: i hope this is what you were wanting! thank you for requesting :) sorry if leon comes across as slightly insane, ummm that's just how i get when i'm jealous so... as always, i appreciate the reblogs and comments oh so much <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz

“It’s so great seeing you again,” you say as you pour lemonade into two glasses. The liquid crackles over the ice cubes, and you pick them up and hand one to the man standing on the opposite side of the counter.

Chad, your old friend from college, had come for an unannounced visit this afternoon. You didn’t particularly want him here, but you were being polite and catching up, going through normal small talk.

“Yeah, so it’s been great working there. Fingers crossed it stays that way,” he says.

You respond with a cordial laugh and smile as you hear the front door to your apartment opening.

“Hey babydoll, I’m-” Leon calls as walks through the entry. His eyebrows raise when he sees the unfamiliar person standing in his kitchen. “Who’s this?”

“Babydoll? Very cute,” Chad says to you teasingly.

Leon narrows his eyes slightly. It was a minor change in his expression. Chad probably didn’t notice it, but you picked up on it immediately.

You walk over to him and tuck yourself against his side. “This is my friend from college, Chad,” you say and look up at him. You rub his side reassuringly, knowing that Leon could be a little… territorial. “Chad, this is my boyfriend Leon.”

“Nice to meet you, Leon,” Chad says.

“Likewise. I’m sorry to interrupt. I didn’t know you would be here,” Leon says. You eye him, silently telling him to play nice. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Neither did she. I’m just in town for the weekend, thought I’d stop by. Got her address from a mutual friend,” Chad clarifies.

“How nice,” he says. You hoped Chad took this as a normal interaction, but the clipped nature of Leon’s tone was pretty obvious.

“We’re just finishing up here, sweetheart. I know you’re probably tired from working,” you reach up and stroke his cheek, giving him a look that says what you’re really communicating, “You can go relax, and I’ll join you as soon as I’m done.”

Before Leon can reply to you, Chad chimes in. “Don’t worry, big guy. Fifteen more minutes, and she’s back to being all yours.”

When did she stop being all mine? Leon wanted to answer. But he knew it would mortify you, so he kept his mouth shut. Instead, he lets out a forced laugh.

“Have fun, babydoll,” he says to you, pulling you closer for a tighter hug and planting a kiss on your lips. With that, he walks off to your shared bedroom.

He shuts the door behind him and groans. He knew this was fucking stupid and immature, but god, he couldn’t help it when it came to you. He knew he could trust you, that you would never betray him like that. And he knew it should be embarrassing, all logic and reason being thrown out the window in favor of the primal part of his brain that looked at you and could only think one thing: mine.

It was just so frustrating. He paces the room for a moment and pinches the bridge of his nose. He tries to tell himself it’s fine. He’s being over dramatic. It’s all fine.

But every part of his mind and body are telling him it’s not fine. You're his. And who does that dumb fuck think he is to make fun of you for liking the name babydoll? Who does he think he is calling him “big guy” like they’re buddies or something? Who does he think he is, intruding on your private time together by coming over uninvited?

The whole thing pissed Leon off even more because he knew the real root of why he was getting so riled up about this even if he didn’t want to admit it. He had been so fucking horny all day, and all he wanted tonight was to come home to his sweet girl and stuff her full of his cock till neither of them could think straight.

Constantly, throughout the day, he pictured you whining, face contorting in pleasure, clawing at his back as he was balls deep inside that tight, wet pussy. He envisioned the way you wrapped your limbs around him and whimpered “My Leon” when the pleasure got too good. And now that he was thinking of this again, he felt himself getting hard inside the constraints of his jeans.

He could hear you out there talking to Chad, and it was driving him crazy. He could hear your laughter, but it wasn’t genuine. It didn’t sound true like when he told you a stupid joke. No. Obviously, you didn’t even really want this guy here.

While that should’ve made him feel better, it just worked him up more, convincing him you should’ve been in here with him instead, your face pressed to the mattress and your ass in the air while he filled you till you were leaking his cum.

After a while, it finally sounded like the conversation out there was winding down. He couldn’t restrain himself anymore. He had to give in a little bit. He adjusts himself to conceal his half-hard cock and walks out to the living room, acting as if he was getting a drink. He sees you saying bye to Chad at the front door.

At first he’s relieved, finally this douchebag will be out of your hair. But then he looks closer. That guy had his hand on your shoulder, his fingers rubbing tiny circles on the fabric of your shirt. Leon sees you shrug the hand off, but it does little to quell his anger.

Then this fucking guy brushes a strand of your hair out of your face as he says goodbye. You shrink away from the contact but still. It takes everything in Leon not to explode and rip that guy apart. He keeps his cool though and just glares daggers at him.

Chad catches a glimpse of him as he leaves. His expression falters a little as he sees the hateful look Leon’s shooting him, but he quickly puts on his stupid fucking smile again and waves. “See you another time, big guy.”

Leon’s blood boils at the comment. That guy thinks he’s so fucking funny. In reality, he was pathetic, hitting on you when he knew your boyfriend was in the other room. He wanted to go out there and wipe that smile off that guy’s face again. Let him know who’s girl you really were.

You turn around, and it’s like you can feel the fury radiating off of him. “Leon…” you say softly.

“What?” he says flatly before walking to the fridge to gulp down some water. He needed to cool off. He didn’t blame you for his own childish feelings, and it wouldn’t be fair to lash out at you.

You walk over to him tentatively. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” he says before swallowing the water. God, just look at you. So fucking cute he could barely take it. Looking up at him with those adorable eyes, your voice all soft and sweet like you couldn’t say a mean word if you tried. He couldn’t take it out on you, but he was so pent up.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“Baby, I’m fine,” he repeats before finishing his drink. He decides to go back to the bedroom. You could follow if you wanted, but being in this state of anger when you were being so gentle was making him wild. He wanted to ruin you and have you crying that he was the only one you’d ever want. It was making him hard again.

You follow him to the bedroom and stand in the doorway. He’s sitting on the bed, clearly frustrated, and you have a good idea of what the problem is.

“You know he’s just a friend- actually, even less than that. He’s just some guy I used to know. I hadn’t thought about him in years before he showed up today,” you say.

“I know.”

“Then what’s the matter, my love. Why do you seem so tense?” you coo as you walk towards him.

Leon hesitates. He knew how pathetic the words sounded even before they came spilling out of his mouth. “The way he was touching you? And the way he talked. He’s such a dick.”

“I know,” you sigh, “Like I said, we aren’t friends. You’ll most likely never see him again, so I wouldn’t give him anymore of your energy.”

“Is it not obvious you’re mine?” he continues, “And the whole babydoll thing? Fuck that guy. I like that you like when I call you babydoll. It’s cute. He’s fucking stupid.”

You just nod, letting him rant and get it out of his system. Kneeling down in front of him, you rub his knee and up to his thigh. “I like when you call me babydoll too. It’s very sweet,” you agree with a small smile.

It was an innocent gesture, getting on your knees in front of him. An attempt to make better eye contact with the way he was sitting. But now, his dick was solid. He shifts a little.

“Because you’re precious,” he breathes and leans forward to lay a kiss on your forehead.

You sense the shift in his demeanor and see his physical fidgeting. “How can I make you feel better, babe? Take your mind off it?”

He stares at you for a moment, contemplating what he wants. “Just stay there,” he grunts when he figures it out. He undoes his belt and slides his pants and boxers down his legs. His flushed cock rests against his thigh.

You assume he wants a blowjob, so you reach for it. You’re surprised when he grabs your wrist and stops you. “Not right now, honey.”

He leans back a little and wraps his fingers around his cock. He begins stroking slowly, up and down. He lets out a deep breath.

You raise your eyebrows at him but don’t protest. If this was what he wanted, why would you oppose?

“Just stay right there, angel. Just need a minute,” he says.

He looks down at you, his eyes hooded with lust. You were perfect to him. The way you watched and didn’t say a word, letting him do what he needed.

“My pretty girl,” he grunts and teaches with his free hand to stroke your hair. He pumps his cock a little faster, “Spit on it for me, babydoll.”

You do what he asks, leaning forward and spitting down onto his cock. His hand slides up, taking your saliva and spreading it over the head and down the shaft.

“Good girl,” he says. A low moan rumbles in his chest as he jerks himself off in front of you. You just watch silently.

You keep your eyes on his fist and the beads of precum that leak from the angry, red tip. While you gaze at this sight, you tilt your head and rest it on his thigh.

He didn’t even fully understand why, but seeing you do that sets something off in him. A guttural sound erupts from some deep, primitive place inside him, and his hips buck into his hand. The way you looked so content to just watch him please himself. It made him feel the connection to you that he so desperately needed to be reminded of.

“Sweet baby,” he moans, his head falling back, “My precious girl. Only mine.”

He starts gently fucking his closed fist, biting his lip and whimpering as he does. You grew damp between your thighs at the sight.

“You’re my baby. Mine. You wouldn’t do this for anyone else. I’m the only one who gets to have this, see you on your knees watching me jerk off,” he mumbles, more to himself than you as the rush of impending release fogs his head.

“Mhm,” you simply agree.

He moans more, his eyes half shut at this point. His hips keep working slightly. Soft, wet noises fill the air as the mix of saliva and precum coat his dick throughout the process.

“Baby, say you’re mine. Say it to me. Wanna fucking hear it,” he groans.

“I’m yours,” you say.

“Yeah, you are,” he grunts, “Nobody else gets my baby girl. You’re only for me.”

He whimpers again and his breathing becomes ragged as he gets closer to the edge. It’s so close, he can feel it right there.

“Gonna cum on your face, baby. Gotta see that you belong to me. See my fucking mark on you,” he rambles out.

“I want you to cum on my face. Wanna feel my Leon claim me as his own,” you say.

Once he hears those two words, it’s over. He makes a noise that’s somewhere between a growl and a whine as he cums. Euphoric release floods his veins while streams of hot, sticky cum cover your face. He thrusts upward into his grasp as they flow out of him and coat your skin.

When he’s finished, he looks down at you with dilated pupils. All the anger had left him with his orgasm, and now it was replaced by pure love for you. You still looked so cute covered in his cum.

He sits up and strokes your jaw. “Thank you, baby. Sorry for getting so intense,” he chuckles.

You smile and rise to sit next to him on the bed. “It’s ok. I get a little crazy when I’m jealous too,” you say.

“Oh? I don’t think I’ve seen that,” he says teasingly.

“Well, don’t try to find out,” you say and smile at him.

You sit there for a moment, wondering if you could clean your face now. He seems to know what you’re thinking. He rubs your thigh and kisses your hair.

“Give me a few minutes to get it up again,” he whispers in your ear, “Then I’m cumming deep inside that pretty pussy while you're still covered in my last load. Gonna have everyone in this city hear who you belong to when you're screaming my name.”

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He Comes Alive (Part 6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: Your mother informs you that your father is missing and a search party is formed. You start to notice Leon's acting strange, too. In the weeks that follow, you start getting sick; it must just be stress, right?

Word Count: 5k

Pairing: vampire/plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Biting, blood, gore, murder, unprotected p in v, masterbation, oral (m and f receiving), stalking, pet names, kidnapping, breeding kink, blood play/kink, age gap, dubcon, pregnancy, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]

A quick reminder that I no longer do tag lists

Leon walks through the front door, glancing over at the kitchen clock as he walks through; it’s just past three in the morning. He takes a moment to toss the shirt clutched in his left hand into the washing machine. He then makes his way up the stairs, into the master bedroom and stopping in the threshold of the master bathroom, checking to make sure his angel is still asleep. He smirks upon seeing she is out like a light still; the sleeping drug he laced her drink with last night is working wonders. She was asleep by 8 last night.

Satisfied that she’s asleep, he walks into the bathroom, softly closing the door and turning on the light, revealing that from his head to just above his hips, with the exception of one spot on his pants where he had wiped his dominant hand off, he is covered in blood. He stares at himself in the mirror, his crimson eyes dilating at the sight of her father’s blood all over him.

Leon was surprised Mick had put up quite the fight, despite being unarmed; having chased him for a couple hours before finally wearing him down; he certainly had made it fun for Leon. When he had finally gotten him cornered, Leon made sure his death was slow and agonizing, after getting his fill of blood, of course. Fish and Game is going to have a really hard time finding what’s left of Mick.

Leon turns around, turning the shower on and letting it warm up, taking a moment to take off the rest of his clothing before stepping into the shower to clean himself up. After getting all the blood off and ensuring the shower is clean, he steps out, putting on a pair of sweatpants and retracing his steps to ensure he didn’t drip or get blood on anything. Once he’s satisfied that he left no trace of blood behind, he returns to the master bedroom, to his sleeping angel.

Upon entering the bedroom, he stands at the foot of the bed for a moment, admiring her sleeping form. He leans down, gently pulling the comforter off her. She’s lying on her back, wearing a thin white tank top and light pink underwear with lace on the hem, having a small pink bow in the middle. Leon can’t help but think how perfect that is. Beneath that little bow, he can sense that his seed is growing inside her; the larvae having successfully attached itself to the embryo.

Overcome with emotion, Leon gingerly climbs onto her, placing his lips onto her lower stomach and giving tender kisses as his hands rub up and down the sides of her thighs and hips. She stirs in her sleep, letting out a soft groan as she begins to awaken.

“Leon…? Your hair’s wet, did you take a shower?”

Leon lifts his head, giving her a gentle smile, “I did, I couldn’t sleep. Good morning, angel.”

He crawls over her before kissing her deeply, his fingers running through her hair as he slips his tongue into her mouth. She reciprocates without any hesitation, her arms draping around his shoulders to pull him closer. He brings his hand between their bodies, his fingers sliding across the soft fabric of her underwear, finding her clit and rubbing gentle circles into it, eliciting a soft moan from her as they continue to kiss.

The sound of the phone ringing downstairs instantly ruins the moment, Leon letting out a frustrated sigh as he glances over at the clock on the bedside table. It reads 5:42am.

“Let me get that, must be important if someone’s calling at this hour,” Leon says as he crawls off his angel.

He makes his way downstairs and into the kitchen, picking up the phone off the receiver, “hello?”

“Leon, it’s Sandi. I’m so sorry for calling this early. Is my daughter around?”

“It’s no trouble at all, no need to apologize,” he says before holding the phone away from his mouth to call out, “angel! It’s your mom!”

“I’m coming!” he hears her reply.

He listens intently at the soft sounds of her bare feet coming down the stairs. She comes into the kitchen, taking the phone from Leon.

“Hey Mom, what’s going on?” she asks.

Leon doesn’t need to hear what Sandi is saying to her, he knows exactly what she’s calling about. He watches as her face slowly transforms, filled with worry.

“No, neither of us have heard from Dad, why?”

Another pause, the worry on her face is then consumed by complete distress.

“What do you mean Dad’s missing?! Have you reported this to the police yet?”

It takes everything in Leon to not smile as an overwhelming sense of dominance and pride fills him, his eyes locked on his angel as she continues to talk on the phone.

“Alright, please keep us posted. If you need us, we’ll be there in a heartbeat. Take care Mom.”

She puts the phone on the receiver, letting out a heavy sigh.

“What was that all about, everything ok?�� Leon asks, feigning concern.

She looks at him, “Mom woke up this morning and Dad wasn’t in bed. She thought maybe he had just fallen asleep in the recliner but when she went down to check, the TV was on but he was nowhere to be found.”

“Where the hell could he have gone?” Leon asks, shaking his head.

“That’s the weird part, I have no idea, unless…” he watches as she consumes herself in thought for a moment before continuing, “oh god… you don’t think he tried to go after the B.O.W. himself, do you?”

To be honest, Leon is impressed that she came to that conclusion, but knowing how much her father wanted to get Leon out of the picture, it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Still, her intellect just confirms to him that he picked the perfect mate, the perfect mother to his offspring.

Leon furrows his brows, rubbing them with his fingers before replying, “shit…”

She grabs the phone again, dialing her parents’ house.

“Mom it’s me, have you called the police to report Dad missing yet? I… I think I know where he went…”

You, your mother and Leon sit at your parents’ dining room in complete silence. Upon your arrival there, Chief Bob and several members of New Hampshire Fish and Game were there with your mother; you had let them know to search the woods behind the fairgrounds, suspecting that your father had gone out to take care of the B.O.W. himself. Or rather, as you told the officers, ‘the animal.’

What impresses you is how calm Leon is. There’s almost a strange aura of serenity surrounding him and it’s clearly having an effect on both you and your mother.

“Of course Mick would do something so stupid,” your mother says, breaking the silence as she stands up from the table, going over to the kitchen sink to do up the dishes from the impromptu breakfast she had made the three of you.

Leon then abruptly gets up, following your mother over to the sink, “Sandi, let me do these for you. You have enough to worry about right now.”

You watch as Leon gently moves your mother away from the sink, gesturing her to sit back down at the table, clearly not taking no for an answer. Your mother simply nods, sitting back down next to you as Leon begins washing the dishes.

“What was Mick hoping to accomplish, going out on his own like that?” Sandi asks as she sits back down next to you at the table, “he’s heard about what this animal has done to people!”

“I have no idea…” you lie.

But you do have an idea. Knowing your father, he wanted Leon out of the picture in any possible way he could get him out. No B.O.W.? No Leon. Mick’s dilemma was solved in his mind. A sudden knock at the door rips you from your thoughts and you watch as your mother immediately gets up to answer the door. You get up and follow her.

On the other side is Chief Bob and judging by the look on his face, he isn’t the bearer of good news; he clears his throat before he speaks, “we found… evidence of a struggle and this.”

Chief Bob lifts his clenched hand, opening it to reveal a ring caked in blood. You could recognize that plain titanium wedding band anywhere; it is your father’s.

“Sandi I’m so sorry… it’s likely that your husband is dead.”

The wailing sound your mother then begins to make is almost inhuman. She takes the ring from Chief Bob’s palm, clutching it in her own hands and falling to her knees. You feel tears form in your own eyes as well. Yeah, your father was a pain in the ass, yeah he was hard on you, but it was never from a place of malice. He always wanted what was best for you, being his only child.

You get on your knees, wrapping your arms around your mother in an attempt to comfort her. It’s then that the reality of your father being gone sinks in and you join your mother in sobbing. You look up to Leon, who’s still standing at the kitchen sink. You open your mouth to speak but you cut yourself short when you see Leon was looking at you, adverting his gaze away and back to the dishes. That in itself was strange, however what you had seen on his face unsettles you.

He had been smiling.

In the weeks that follow after your father’s death, you do everything in your power to distract yourself; not only of the fact that your father is gone but of Leon’s strange behavior that day. You try to brush it off as maybe his nerves getting the better of him, after all, everyone deals with grief and traumatic events differently. But the more you try not to think about it, the more you realize that each time another body had turned up, Leon was always weirdly calm.

Was your father right about him? Is he somehow involved?

“Don’t be stupid,” you say to yourself quietly as you climb out of bed to go into the bathroom, “he’s a government agent, he’s probably trained to be calm…”

You can hear Leon working in the living room downstairs as you go into the bathroom. A sudden wave of nausea had come over you, as it had the past few mornings. You close the bathroom door and barely make it to the sink when you retch up the contents of your stomach; granted it hadn’t been much. Your arms tremble as you prop yourself over the bathroom sink; at this point you’re dry heaving, your stomach in literal knots. After a few minutes, the nausea passes. You try to wrap your head around what has been making you sick the last few mornings, not recalling eating something that would make you this violently ill. One thought suddenly hits you like a ton of bricks: pregnancy.

It’s been a few weeks since that night when you came home from the Harvest Festival; when Leon had fucked you in this very spot and came in you. Your blood runs cold at the realization. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you go back into the bedroom and get dressed. You decide to go to the store, buy some pregnancy tests just to be sure. It could be something totally unrelated; how often do people get pregnant after having unprotected sex just once, right? You recall your parent’s had struggled to have you.

Once dressed, you head downstairs, smiling at Leon as you walk past him working, “Leon I’m going to head to the store real quick, I’ll be back.”

Leon stops what he’s working on, turning to you, “Oh? I’ll go with you,” he says as he puts down his tools.

You feel the color leave your face as you internally panic, “No Leon it’s fine! I don’t want to distract you from your work. I won’t be gone long, I promise.”

Leon’s eyes are locked on you as you figure he’s contemplating letting you go alone or not. You internally let out a sigh of relief when he picks his tools back up to continue working.

“Alright, but come right back, ok?” he says, focusing his attention back to what he was working on.

“I will,” you say, not wasting time walking into the kitchen to grab your purse and your jacket.

You go outside, the chill November air going straight to your bones despite having a jacket on. You climb into your car, turning the ignition. As soon as the car revs to life, you drive off.

You decide to go to the grocery store in Plymouth, not wanting to risk bumping into anyone you knew while buying pregnancy tests. Plus, it felt good to go for a ride alone; a chance to go through your thoughts and feelings.

Why hadn’t you made him pull out that night? Why had you been so completely lost in the moment? The words he growled into your ear that night were very much etched in your mind. Even so, would he even want a baby with you? Do you even want a baby?

You shake your head, doing your best to convince yourself you’re not pregnant and the sickness was just from all the stress; that the pregnancy tests were just a precaution, something to ease your mind. You pull your car into the grocery store, heading in and picking up some snacks so that you weren’t just buying the tests.

You go into the feminine hygiene aisle, locating the pregnancy tests. There were several brands, so you decide to pick a couple different ones, putting them into your cart and going to the check out to purchase everything. You feel like everyone’s eyes are on you as you go up to the cash register, even the cashier seems to give you a weird look as they ring up the pregnancy tests. You do your best not to make eye contact as you pay for your things and leave.

You drive back to Leon’s house, making sure the tests were buried beneath the snacks in the grocery bags as you walk inside.

“Leon I’m back!” you call out as you walk into the living room to go up the stairs.

You watch as Leon again stops what he’s doing, smiling over at you as you ascend the stairs, “welcome back, angel. Did you buy anything good?”

You swallow hard, stopping mid-way up the stairs and turn to him, “I got us some snacks, want some?”

“Sure!” Leon replies with a smile.

You pull out a bag of Doritos, tossing them gently to him, watching as he catches the bag with ease, “there you are, don’t eat the whole thing.”

Leon chuckles and gives you a playful wink before returning his focus to his work. You let out a sigh of relief, going back up the stairs to go into the bathroom. Upon entering, you quickly close the bathroom door and lock it, setting the grocery bag onto the bathroom counter, fishing the pregnancy tests out.

The actual tests proved to be more complicated than you ever imagined, requiring you to somehow get it so that you pee on them; easier said than done. After a few minutes of struggling, you manage to use all the tests you got, setting them face down onto the bathroom counter to process. You clean yourself up and sit on the toilet seat to anxiously wait.

After what seems like an eternity, you reluctantly stand up and walk over to the bathroom counter, you flip each test over, one by one. Each of them has the same result: Positive.

In that moment, every single swear word runs through your mind. Your eyes widen and your heart races. What if Leon gets mad? Are you even ready to raise a child? What will your mother think? What will the town think? Getting pregnant out of wedlock isn’t as uncommon as it used to be, but Oakvale is still a fairly religious community; you fear the worst.

You gather up the tests in your hand, opening the bathroom door to go back downstairs. When you reach the bottom, you simply stop and watch Leon work, your hand holding the tests trembling as you try to think of what to say to him.

As if sensing your presence, Leon once again stops, turning to you and seeing your pained expression, “angel, what’s wrong?”

“I…” you begin, a sob catching your voice as fear completely envelopes you, “I think I’m pregnant…”

You watch Leon’s mouth hang open for a second before a smile consumes it, “really?!”

Much to your surprise, Leon drops everything, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you, his face burying itself in your hair and placing soft kisses onto the top of your head. He steps back, seeing the tests clutched in your hand. He takes them from you, looking at each, seeing how all of them say positive for pregnancy.

“You’re… not mad?” you ask, your voice still trembling.

“Why on Earth would I be mad?”

You shake your head, relief flooding over you now that you know Leon seems to be thrilled with the news.

“We can turn the spare bedroom into a nursery! Wait until we tell your Mom, she’s going to be so happy to have some good news for a change!”

“Th…Thanksgiving is in a few days, we should tell her then!” you say, your worry being replaced by enthusiasm.

You feel so much better now knowing that Leon’s not angry and clearly wants a family with you. The morning of Thanksgiving arrives and you and Leon are working on a green bean casserole to bring over to your mother’s house. Once that’s made up, you and Leon get it packed up in his Jeep and waste no time driving to your parents’ house.

Once there, your mother greets you enthusiastically, you can hear some of your extended family members already inside. You place the warm casserole by the other dishes before taking a seat at the dining table. Leon wastes no time getting to know your family, seated at the table is your uncle Dennis, who’s married to your Mom’s sister Donna, who’s helping your Mom with the turkey in the kitchen and your other aunt and uncle on your Dad’s side: Joel and his wife Marlene with their two young kids Adam and Mary-Ann, who are seated at a ‘kids table’ off to the side of the dining room.

Leon didn’t tell your family much about himself, giving them the same retired government agent story he had told you and your parents when you first met him. You remain quiet, becoming a bundle of nerves as the day wears on, scared of how your family is going to react to your pregnancy. Your Mom and your aunt coming in with the turkey snaps you out of your nervous thoughts and you take the opportunity to stand up and help them bring all the other food into the dining room.

You watch as Marlene helps her two children get their food, which isn't much because they are ridiculously picky. You on the other hand take a little bit of almost everything, especially the green bean casserole since that’s your favorite. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Leon doesn’t take that much either; mostly the dark meat of the turkey, potatoes and some stuffing.

Once everyone has their food, everyone at the ‘adults’ table engages in mindless small talk, meanwhile your focus is on eating and making sure you don’t throw up from your nerves. After a while, you hear Leon clear his throat to get everyone’s attention, putting a huge pit into your stomach.

“So… we have something really exciting to tell everyone,” Leon begins, placing his hand on the small of your back, rubbing it in small circles; he looks over to you, giving you a soft smile, “do you want to tell them the good news?”

You take a deep breath before giving him a slight nod; when you speak, your voice is just above a whisper, “I’m… um… we’re…”

At this point, everyone is staring at you. You feel yourself freeze up, your mind racing and your heart pounding.

“It’s alright, I’m right here,” you hear Leon encourage as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Sorry…” you say, swallowing hard, “we’re expecting…”

You watch your aunt Donna blink a few times before widening her eyes, “I’m sorry… you’re what?”

“I’m… I’m pregnant.” you finally say, cutting to the chase.

Your uncle Dennis practically spits out the beer he had been sipping on and your uncle Joel nearly chokes on the food he was eating. Your mother simply stares at you, seemingly dumbfounded. You immediately feel embarrassed.

“Was this… intentional?” your aunt Marlene asks, the concern evident in her voice.

“Well, no--”

“Yes. We love each other so much, so we’re very eager to start a family together, isn’t that right angel?” Leon says, cutting you off as he looks over to you, smiling and rubbing your back.

You look at him for a second, raising an eyebrow. The realization that his every intention that night after coming home from the festival was to get you pregnant sends chills through your entire body. You didn’t know how to feel about that at all.

Not wanting to cause a scene, you nod, addressing your family, “yes, it just felt right to start a family together. With all the sadness lately, we thought bringing a new life into the world would raise our family’s spirits.”

Your Mom then smiles, a single tear running down her cheek, “honey that’s wonderful news. When are you due?”

“We figured out it's around the end of July, give or take," Leon replies, a proud smirk spreading across his lips.

The mood in the room immediately shifts, your family now seemingly excited for you and Leon. Everyone is throwing out name suggestions, making bets on whether it’ll be a boy or a girl. All the while, you can’t seem to shake the uneasiness growing inside you. You unconsciously place a hand on your lower stomach. After a moment, you flinch your hand away, surprise overwhelming you.

You felt it move, that’s not possible, right?

The weeks that follow feel like a blur. When Christmas comes around, you and Leon are overwhelmed with gifts for the baby: clothes, toys and even furniture for the nursery. With each day, your pregnancy is beginning to show more and more, so much so that you had to go out and buy new clothes. Sleeping is also becoming a challenge, as you can’t seem to find a comfortable position with your swollen belly.

It’s New Year’s Eve and you are awoken to Leon touching, kissing and talking to your belly. It’s his daily ritual now. Your eyes slowly flutter open and you smile when you see Leon kissing and rubbing your belly. You would even say that Leon is more excited about this baby than you are, not that you’re not, of course. The baby always seems to react to him, becoming especially mobile in your belly when he talks to it, but you knew that had to be a coincidence. He notices you awake, propping himself on top of you and crawling up to you, kissing you deeply.

“How’s my favorite Momma doing?” he asks before kissing along your jawline.

“Very tired,” you admit, shifting yourself so that you’re sitting up in bed, “this big belly makes it hard to get comfortable.”

Leon sits down on the bed next to you, his concern written on his face as he caresses your belly with the back of his fingers, “I know. I can’t imagine how difficult it must be for you. Our little one is growing like a weed.”

“I wasn’t expecting my belly to get this big so soon, everyone in town thinks we’re having twins,” you reply with a laugh as you rub your belly.

Leon lets out a chuckle, “we’re definitely not. Just one very healthy baby.”

Leon’s hand moves from your belly, across your thigh and settling between your legs, his fingers caressing your clit through your underwear. A soft gasp escapes you, your legs unconsciously spreading open as you lean your head back against the headboard of the bed.

“That’s it, angel, make yourself comfortable. I’ll take care of you,” Leon coos as his fingers push your underwear aside, his middle and ring fingers slipping into your leaking hole with ease as his thumb continues to rub your throbbing clit.

His fingers caress your g-spot just right every time, causing you to arch your back and let out soft moans as you close your eyes, enjoying the moment. You feel his hand gently grasp one of your breasts, wincing a moment as they had become extremely sensitive since you had fallen pregnant. With each thrust of his fingers you are brought closer to your release, your fingers gripping onto the sheets in the bed as your legs begin to tremble.

Then, Leon pushes his fingers as deep inside you as he possibly can, causing you to cry out as you come all over his fingers. Leon rests his head on your shoulder as he gently massages your breast, pulling his fingers out but still rubbing gentle circles into your clit.

“Such a good Momma you are,” he praises, kissing the crook of your neck as he starts to pull down his sweatpants.

A loud banging on the front door interrupts him; he lets out an audible growl in annoyance. He waits a moment, hoping the person would go away, but the banging resumes, making the whole house shake.

“Better see who that is,” Leon says, his tone flat as he climbs out of the bed.

As Leon makes his way downstairs, you decide to get up and throw some clothes on yourself, grabbing a pair of maternity jeans and one of Leon’s t-shirts to put on.

“What the fuck?!” you hear Leon shout, followed by what sounds like a struggle.

“Leon!” you call out, rushing yourself down the stairs to the front door.

What greets you outside is like something out of a movie. Several armored trucks are in the driveway, men with guns and full tactical gear surround the house. One of the men has Leon pinned onto the ground, seemingly injecting some kind of liquid into his neck.

“What are you doing to him?!” you cry out, bursting out the front door to come to Leon’s aid, “stop it!”

As soon as you’re outside, two men grab each of your arms, holding you back. Looking around, you also see that there are large light panels on the armored trucks, emitting a strange, purple light, piercing the darkness of the early morning.

“Ma’am you need to come with us, it’s not safe here,” one of the men commands.

“What on Earth are you talking about?! Let me go!” you protest, desperately trying to pull yourself away from the men's grasp.

“We’re gonna have to tranq her,” you hear the other man say.

“Let me go! I’m fucking pregnan--!”

You feel something pierce your neck and in that next moment, the whole world is spinning, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you lose consciousness.

You awake to the most massive headache you have ever experienced in your life, your eyes open and promptly closing when you find you’re laying in a bed in a completely white room with bright, blinding lights. You slowly sit up, rubbing your neck where you had gotten injected with the tranquilizer; it’s very sore and tender there. You look around at your surroundings. The walls are covered in a white padding, much like you’d find at a mental hospital with what you assume is a locked door on the other side. After a few minutes, a man with a white lab coat comes into the room, stating your name with a questioning inflection in his voice.

“Yeah…” you reply, your voice still groggy from having been drugged, “that’s me.”

“Come with me, the director would like to see you.”

The man helps you stand up, holding you gently by the arm as he leads you out of the room. Going down a hallway, he then turns and brings you into another room, this one has the same white walls, but this time there is a table with two chairs on either side. The man sits you down in the chair farthest from the door.

“The director will be with you shortly,” the man says before leaving the room, the door audibly locking upon his exit.

You wrap your arms around yourself, pinching your arm to make sure you’re not dreaming. Your thoughts are immediately on Leon, wondering where he is and hoping that he’s ok. You then focus your attention on your belly, rubbing it softly, hoping the tranquilizer didn’t hurt your baby. The sound of the door unlocking breaks you out of your thoughts and you look up to the door and watch a different man wearing a dark green jacket with salt and pepper dark hair walk in. He reminds you of the character Columbo, the bumbling detective from a murder mystery show that your mother enjoyed watching when you were growing up.

The man walks up to the opposite chair, pulling it out before taking a seat, “my name is Clive R. O’Brian and I imagine you have a lot of questions for me.”

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He Comes Alive (Part 6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Word Count: 5k

Pairing: vampire/plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

A quick reminder that I no longer do tag lists

“Leon…? Your hair’s wet, did you take a shower?”

Leon lifts his head, giving her a gentle smile, “I did, I couldn’t sleep. Good morning, angel.”

The sound of the phone ringing downstairs instantly ruins the moment, Leon letting out a frustrated sigh as he glances over at the clock on the bedside table. It reads 5:42am.

“Let me get that, must be important if someone’s calling at this hour,” Leon says as he crawls off his angel.

He makes his way downstairs and into the kitchen, picking up the phone off the receiver, “hello?”

“Leon, it’s Sandi. I’m so sorry for calling this early. Is my daughter around?”

“It’s no trouble at all, no need to apologize,” he says before holding the phone away from his mouth to call out, “angel! It’s your mom!”

“I’m coming!” he hears her reply.

He listens intently at the soft sounds of her bare feet coming down the stairs. She comes into the kitchen, taking the phone from Leon.

“Hey Mom, what’s going on?” she asks.

Leon doesn’t need to hear what Sandi is saying to her, he knows exactly what she’s calling about. He watches as her face slowly transforms, filled with worry.

“No, neither of us have heard from Dad, why?”

Another pause, the worry on her face is then consumed by complete distress.

“What do you mean Dad’s missing?! Have you reported this to the police yet?”

It takes everything in Leon to not smile as an overwhelming sense of dominance and pride fills him, his eyes locked on his angel as she continues to talk on the phone.

“Alright, please keep us posted. If you need us, we’ll be there in a heartbeat. Take care Mom.”

She puts the phone on the receiver, letting out a heavy sigh.

“What was that all about, everything ok?” Leon asks, feigning concern.