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Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 pt1

Welcome back, Beloved Reader!

IT'S BEEN MONTHS WTFFFFF

Y'all im so sorryyyyy ahhhhh 😭😭 godd where have i been

I'm not even gonna talk your ears off, let's just get right into it!

Somehow, we need to figure out a way to expose the king and make him pay for what he did! But how...? Lady Ada shows her face again! What could she possibly have to say now?!

Let us continue!

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Medeival!Leon Kennedy X Fem!Reader

Summary: Now knowing the truth, you, Leon, and his personal guard Chris, begin to create a plan to expose the King and Lady Ada Wong to the court in front of the Queen.

Cw: Just fluff and confrontation

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Enjoy! <3

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The feeling of guilt in a person never truly leaves. No matter how the situation may be resolved.

You've seemed to learn that the hard way.

Your eyes never stray from Leon's form as he and Chris shoot ideas back and forth on how to get Lady Ada out of your lives.

Following the horrifying reveal of why Leon had bed Lady Ada, you called for the only other person who knew of the events that took place that night.

Chris had arrived in minutes, relieved that someone he could trust shared the same secret as them.

At first, you'd been very vocal during the conversation. It seemed as if you wanted revenge more than anyone else.

But as the talking went on, you'd fallen silent, staring at Leon as he rebuttals every idea Chris spits out. You watch as his hands wring, his mind deep in thought as he murmurs every answer.

Even though his expression seemed neutral, you could tell he was fearful of messing this up.

One mistake had the potential to cost all of them their heads, a risk he certainly was not willing to take.

Your hand moves underneath the table, reaching to hold his.

He notices your hand instantly, offering a smile of appreciation before flipping his own to hold onto yours. "Chris, let's give this a break."

Taking note of the change of atmosphere in the room, Chris gives a low bow and a small 'Your highness' before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Now alone, Leon frees his hand to stroke your cheek. "Are you alright?"

You reach up, taking his hand in yours and locking them together, bringing them to your lips. "I'm okay."

He gives you a look. "You don't seem okay."

You ignore him, watching as he takes your intertwined hands and puts them in his lap. "I should be asking you that question, highness."

Leon's face contorts into one of un-comfortability. "You've never called me that before... What plagues your mind, y/n?"

It's your turn to become uncomfortable. You squirm as he watches you, suddenly becoming bashful under his full attention.

"I'm... worried. Leon, even if we do somehow manage to expose the king, what else could we do?" A look of despair crosses your features as your hope dwindles. "He's the king. There's very little we can do to... de-throne him.."

Leon remains quiet, his jaw tight as he absorbs your words. His silence heightens your anxiety. You reach out your hand, holding his warm cheek. "If he tries to retaliate-"

Leon reaches up, placing his hand on top of yours and gripping it with a reassuring strength. "He won't."

Your blurry eyes meet his blazing ones, his body giving off a determined aura. "I'll die before he hurts you."

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You're no fool.

It has become increasingly obvious that the servants have noticed the restoration of your and Leon's relationship.

Every time you pass a group of gossiping staff, they all suddenly go quiet and bow before running away.

And as an even bigger sign that everyone knows you've forgiven your betrothed, a knock sounds at your door.

Not knowing who could possibly need you at this late hour, you were quick to hide the pen and scrap of paper you were using, ungracefully shoving them into your vanity drawer before speaking.

"Enter."

Turning toward the doors when they opened, you staggered backward.

The last person you'd expected to come to your chambers, especially after your last encounter, was Lady Ada.

Unaffected by your obvious surprise, Lady Ada curtsied before you. "Your highness."

You recovered quickly, straightening your back and getting to the point. "Lady Ada... To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The red maiden stands fully, immediately dropping her facade and crossing her arms, an amused look on her face. "Let us skip the pleasantries, Your Grace. You know... don't you?"

You grunt but keep your expression mutual. "I've no clue what you are talking about."

"There's no point in acting clueless. You know what the king forced between me and Leon." You feel your pulse rise when she discards the use of Leon's title.

"Mind your tongue-"

"No, I don't think I will."

Your teeth clench, your fists balling as you attempt to reign in your anger. "You forget your place, Lady Ada."

"Actually, I think I remember it quite well," The Lady stalks closer, slowly invading your space until she stands over you. "It is you who forgets my place, princess."

"Excuse me-"

"You heard me." She leans over you, pressing her body against yours. "You may expose His Majesty, but what after that? You want to ruin me? Destroy my reputation? Well, you can try pretty princess, but you will not get far."

You clench your jaw, defiantly looking up at her as she whispers her words, "What exactly are you hoping to accomplish? Please, do tell. I'm very curious."

"I'd rather gamble my last breath than tell you anything I intend to do."

A thick silence falls over the room. The electricity between the two of you emotionally taxing, but you refuse to give in. You'd failed to save the love of your life once.

You will not fail again.

Eventually, Lady Ada sighs before stepping away. "Oh well. Forcing you to tell me what you are planning would annoy me more than help me." She backed away, a condescending smirk on her red lips. "Try as you might, a spoiled little princess like you isn't significant enough to bring down the King."

She reached for the door handle, muttering one last sentence before leaving,

"We'll see who fate picks tomorrow."

The doors to your chamber shut behind her retreating figure.

You finally release the breath you'd been holding.

Tomorrow.

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Ughhh this was way too short :( But it's only part 1 of this chapter. More to come, promise!!

I feel sooo bad that this took as long as it did ;-; I swear, i had no intitnton of taking this long of a break. College was just a little harder than I though it would be 😭

But now im on break fora week and have pretty good motivation. So we'll see how many posts I can squeeze out!

How will part 2 go? Will the group be successful in exposing the king? Who were you writing to? What exactly is Lady Ada's real role in all this?

Thank you for your patience!

See you next part!

-Via💕

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viaoverthemoon · 3 months

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You've been disappearing more than coryxkenshin you ok bbg?

AHHH NOT CORY 😭😭😭😭🖐

Hi, yes I'm okay

Just, college, college, COLLEGE!!!! 😞

It's kicking my ass and leaving me in a slump.

I'm trying gang, trust.

I keep forgetting I turned off my notifs for Tumblr, so every time I open it I'm baffled by how many notifs I have 😭

Anyway, on an off note, how are y'all doing? (Besides being deprived of your needs from my fountain of wisdom 🧍🏾‍♀️)

Doing good? Being healthy? Ingesting enough fanfics? Surviving this Meg and Nicki beef? Praying Texas gets its shit together?

Hope y'all are doing well!

(I'm not Cory guys pls 😭 I'm doing my best)

-Via🌸

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viaoverthemoon · 4 months

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We miss u bbg 😭

I miss y'all tooooo 😭😭

I'm working on getting motivation, I promise 😮‍💨🙏

I've been rotting away during my break from college in a very unhealthy way, and I'm really trying to fix that.

But I've gained some of my productivity back, so there may be a surprise post soon enough 🤗

I miss y'all smmm 😭😭😭

-Via 💕

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viaoverthemoon · 7 months

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Slipping-Slide

Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

( Not thoroughly proofread :(( )

I'm so sorry about the name of this...

Thinking a little bit too much about riding Leon's thigh....

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Your hands latch onto his shirt, holding on for dear life as you shift back and forth on Leon's thigh.

Your bare pussy nearly burns from the rough fabric constantly rubbing against you, but you can't seem to care. You only care about the steady build of your orgasm.

He moans, gripping your waist so tight it nearly hurts.

Looking down, you see the large tent in his pants. Immediately, you regret not paying more attention to his needs.

Reaching a hand down, you undo his zipper.

Leon jumps in surprise when your hand finds the tip of his cock, fingers skimming over the small slit.

He grunts, hands tightening around your waist as he roughly drags you forwards, applying even more pressure on your clit.

You gasp, rolling your hips to alleviate some of the pain.

Your legs begin to give out and Leon feels it.

He immediately takes control, resting his head into the crook of your neck and shifting you back and forth on his thigh.

A strangled moan leaves your lips. You roll your hips to try and match his ministrations, but you can't keep up.

You throw your head back, whimpering as his name leaves your lips.

He groans and you feel your fingers become sticky and wet with his release.

Your own gets closer and closer with every push and pull of your hips until it finally hits you.

Your hand grips his shoulder and your back arches, stars invading your vision from the sheer force of your orgasm.

You both come down from your highs, panting and sweating as you cling to each other.

After a minute or two, Leon looks up at you. His ice blue eyes hold a question, one you eventually nod to.

Let's hope you have one more in you.

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Omg I need to stop leaving for so long 😭😭

Here's this while I finish Chap. 4 of BCD (I PROMISE I'M WORKING ON IT!!!!)

Sorry I've been gone so long. Y'all I started college 🙈 This shit tiring asf.

Anyways, bye.

See you all later!

-Via 💕

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viaoverthemoon · 8 months

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VENUSSSS URGHHDHHGDHD

something permanent, pt. 9 ♡ 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, dubcon

in other words, dead dove: do not eat !!! u have been warned and u are responsible for ur own media consumption.

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

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word count: 6.2k

description: darling learns a little bit more about leon's past, as well as her own... for better or for worse.

tags/warnings: yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, no use of (y/n), kidnapping, forced daddy kink, forced breeding, pregnancy, tokophobia, pet names (princess, angel, dolly, pup/puppy, etc.), food/eating mentions, dubcon, p in v, restraint, light choking

a/n: ok fellas not to like. toot my own horn or anything but i'm proud of this one and i really hope everyone likes it. thanks so much for reading and being patient with me this summer while it took me a bit to update. i love y'all so much and can't wait to hear what u think !!!!

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Your breath hitched as he stood and picked you up, carrying you the short distance to the bed. He was shaking, which was not normal for him. As soon as you were laid safely on your back on the plush bed, he crawled atop you and muffled your complaints with his own lips.

"D-Daddy--" You managed, trying to push him off of you, but his pupils were blown and his breathing was hard and he was determined-- it was as if he hadn't even heard you.

"You look so beautiful," He groaned, hands and lips wandering as he continued to lose himself to every last part of you, the feeling of you beneath his hands, your trembling breaths, the smell of you, the softness of your hair, all of you. "Such a pretty puppy, so cute with my little baby in you, huh? Doin' so good for me…"

Suddenly you froze, feeling your heart slamming in your chest as your ears began to ring and everything he said sort of just… melted together. You weren't really paying attention anymore. You knew this day would come. Of course you hoped today wouldn't be that day, but it was bound to happen eventually, and you can't say you were particularly shocked by his reaction.

So you resigned. You went limp beneath him on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he pinned you down and smothered your face and body in a barrage of kisses, his broad hands feeling over the roundness of you, of his baby.

Seemingly unaware-- or uncaring-- that he was just talking to himself at this point, Leon continued to ramble out his admiration, still shaking as he pressed a kiss just below your belly button. His voice lowered and through the static in your ears you somehow managed to realize he was whispering something, but not to you.

Reaching up to rub your eyes, you brought yourself back to reality just in time to hear him coo, "Gettin' so big already… My baby… You have the prettiest mommy in the whole world, you know that? And she loves you so much… We love you so much…"

You blinked slowly, trying to control your breathing. He's insane, You thought to yourself, He's fucking insane, and it's only downhill from here.

Just when you thought it wasn't scientifically possible for Leon to get more clingy and annoying, he managed to surprise you. You were beginning to wonder how he got any work done at this point, considering he was almost always home with you now… not that you even knew what his work required of him.

It had been eight days since he'd first noticed your bump and you were pretty sure he hadn't taken his hands off of you since that moment. Whatever it was he originally planned to do that night was a distant memory to him, but not to you.

Work. Work. Work. It was all you could think about as you lay pinned beneath him on the bed, his broad hands exploring every inch of your torso, feeling over the curve of your navel, peppering kisses in his wake. He didn't seem to be interested in doing much else lately.

Considering how ecstatic he was at this new development-- and how desperate you were to distract him from it for even a moment-- you briefly wondered if now might be a good time to bring it up again. Before you could stop yourself, you did.

"Daddy," You said softly, fingers carding through his soft hair as you watched him. "You never told me what you do for work."

Leon didn't even look at you while you spoke, and your words didn't really seem to register to him until a moment or two of silence had passed. Then, he paused abruptly, looking up at you through his brows. "That was on purpose, princess, remember?" He said. "It's not safe for you to know."

"R-Right…" You began, stepping carefully through your next words. "But why?"

Leon appeared a bit taken aback by your continued questioning, not to mention a little conflicted on how to respond. In his eyes he'd already told you everything you needed to know-- even though that wasn't much-- and that should have been that. But the tone of your voice was nothing but earnest. You weren't trying to overstep or be disobedient, you were being driven by purely innocent curiosity. He supposed he couldn't blame you.

He hummed in thought for a moment, tracing little shapes over your belly with his fingertips as he pondered his response. "Because what I do is very dangerous, and I keep a lot of secrets for a lot of powerful people," Leon spoke slowly and quietly, as though he didn't even feel safe discussing it within the walls of his own home. "That makes me and everyone I love a target, including you and our baby, princess. It's the same reason why I keep you here, to protect you."

You weren't sure how to feel about that. It seemed as though he was being honest with you, but then again it was always a gamble trying to discern whether he was being truthful or trying to manipulate you. Perhaps against your better judgment, you decided not to drop it.

"What kind of secrets?" You asked.

Leon's brows furrowed and he shook his head. "They wouldn't really be secrets if I told you, would they?"

"I-I know," You continued, trying desperately to keep this going, "But… you know you can trust me, don't you, daddy?"

He went stone still at your words and you almost feared you'd pissed him off, that is until his eyes softened and the look on his face went from stoicism to concern.

"Of course I trust you," He said, his warm hand spreading over the swell of your stomach. "But it's not about that, sweetheart. There are bigger forces at play here. I wouldn't ever put you at that kind of risk."

You almost couldn't believe this was working. Encouraged by his reaction, you kept going.

"I thought I was safe here… I-I thought you said you could protect me," You pouted a little to really sell it, brows upturned in worry as you stared down at him, very much playing a part on the outside but internally you were scrutinizing every last detail of his reaction to determine your next move.

His mouth fell open and closed a time or two as he fought to find the right words, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your stomach. "You are safe here, I swear," He said quickly, like he was trying to put out a fire, "I will do everything in my power to protect you both, always--"

"Then why can't you tell me? It makes me feel like you're hiding something from me and I don't like that," You cut him off. "I love you, daddy, I'm carrying your baby. I think I deserve to know what it is you're doing when you disappear all the time."

Leon was stunned, at a complete loss for words, and it took everything in you to keep a straight face. You honestly didn't think you had it in you to walk circles around him like this, but apparently you'd learned a thing or two about how his brain functions over the course of your time together. You'd sniffed out his deepest insecurities and managed to exploit them for your own gain while somehow maintaining your innocence.

"Sweetheart, I…" He trailed off, eyes flickering between the look of betrayal on your face and his own child swelling in your stomach, and it was as though you were watching him lose an internal battle with himself in real time. Finally, he cleared his throat and met your gaze. "I want to tell you, I do, but it's… a lot. I don't know if you're ready for it."

You tilted your head, eyes narrowing in confusion. "All I have here is time, babe. You could tell me you killed the president and I'd be ready for it."

His eyes widened for a moment and he stared blankly at you. "That was a joke, right?"

You resisted the very strong urge to roll your eyes. "Yes, that was a joke… Can you please just tell me?"

"Fine," He huffed, and admittedly it shocked you. You didn't expect him to give in. Maybe he was just sick of you periodically pestering him about it. Voice lowered, he smoothed his hands over your stomach almost like a nervous impulse before continuing, "I work for the government. I help to fight against biological weapons and terrorism."

To say that was the last thing you expected to hear from him would be an understatement. Over the months you'd pondered many possibilities of what his mysterious job could be, including something involving the government, but biological terrorism was not on your list.

You blinked. "What does that mean, exactly?"

Leon struggled for a moment to come up with a response, tripping over his own tongue until he could piece together how to explain it. "Mostly… viruses."

"Viruses?" The silence in the air was indescribably awkward. "Le-- Daddy, what the fuck does that mean?"

"Language, puppy."

"Just answer the question!"

Clearly you'd caught him off guard. It was painfully obvious he'd never put any thought into explaining this to you, considering he didn't think he would ever have to. It didn't help that he had no idea how to tell you why it was so hard to articulate in the first place, either. This wasn't turning out to be as simple of a conversation as you'd expected it to be.

"These viruses don't just make people sick. They do terrible things, sweetheart, things I can't even put into words. I would never expose you to that, ever."

Now it was you falling silent. Nothing he was saying made any of this make more sense and at this point, you were starting to regret asking at all.

Leon continued, "Maybe one of these days I can tell you more about it, but I just need some time to think, alright? I promise I'm not brushing you off."

It felt kinda weird to hear him speak to you like an actual person for once. It left you thinking that maybe catching him off guard is something you should do more often. For now, though, the task at hand.

You nodded slowly, letting your head fall back to rest on the pillows as he sighed out a quiet breath of relief and resumed obsessing over your body. Part of you wondered if he really was going to tell you more about it later or if he just said that to get you off his back about it. Either way, something felt better than nothing and for once you felt as though you'd actually won with him, however small a victory.

Still, the topic refused to leave your mind after the talk you'd had, no matter how hard you tried to suppress it. Days stretched into weeks and he was still dodging the question, and perhaps more infuriating, he'd hardly given you any space at all.

Every morning you'd wake up to him already staring at you, often with your shirt pushed up to bare your stomach so he could press his nose into the bump there, leaving lazy kisses across your skin. He'd insist on keeping you in bed until he'd had his fill, after which he'd practically carry you downstairs for breakfast. Following breakfast he'd help you get ready for the day, often dressing you in clothes that accentuated your bump, to the surprise of exactly no one.

Then he'd bring you into his home office with him to sit in silence while he worked. You would spend hours together in near complete silence while you lounged on the couch, reading random books from the wall while in and out of naps as he typed away. It's not necessarily that you weren't allowed to spend your time elsewhere, but he'd insist on checking on you every ten minutes if you didn't, so you figured it was just easier this way.

Eventually he'd finish up for the afternoon and rouse you for dinner, which was usually followed by some strictly supervised time in the backyard before ending exactly the way your days always started, right back in bed with him entirely too close to you. The days were beginning to melt together a bit, but you couldn't complain-- you'd much rather this than conflict, than kicking and screaming and crying and begging and pushing… even if it was only because you were growing a part of him inside of you.

At the feeling of his lips brushing softly over your forehead, your bleary eyes peeked open just in time to watch Leon exit the room, evidently trying to be quiet. He cracked the door behind him and retreated somewhere else in the house-- you figured he was just going to the bathroom or something and would be back shortly, so you rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

You were pretty close to doing so, that is until you heard some commotion from the kitchen and surmised he was cooking something, probably dinner for the two of you…

…Meaning he would be busy for a minute.

Almost immediately upon making this realization you sat up straight, rubbing your eyes before looking over to his desk. His laptop was still open.

You didn't give yourself the opportunity to decide against snooping-- you couldn't care less about whatever boring, confidential government stuff he was working on, you just wanted to see what was in that fucking folder.

Crossing the room in long, silent strides, you sat in his chair and minimized whatever he had open, taking a mental note of what it was so that you could cover your tracks later. You could hardly sit still as the mouse hovered over the folder ominously titled puppy.

After a beat of hesitation, you swallowed back the nerves and double-clicked.

The folder opened up to reveal several subfolders titled chronologically by month, the earliest one being titled for the month of March from the year before.

So that's where you started.

The contents of the folder were labeled chronologically as well, with video files and word documents for each day. You didn't want to risk playing any sound, so you decided to open one of the word documents.

03.13

0700

Hit snooze on her first alarm. Must not have slept well last night.

0715

Snooze again. I should up her dose tonight so she can get some good rest.

You froze, re-reading that sentence several times. In hindsight you couldn't say you were shocked that he was drugging you for a long, long time before he actually took you in, but to see it so blatantly confirmed before your eyes was haunting. Still, you continued to read further ahead.

1722

Made it home safe from work. Poor thing looks so exhausted.

1804

Finished up with dinner, getting in the shower.

1810

Made it inside, upped the dose in her tea for tonight. I know I said I wasn't going to do this anymore, but I couldn't help myself-- I took another souvenir, those pretty pink ones I like so much. Surely she won't mind, and she'll get them back when she comes home with me anyway.

1837

Out of the shower, in her favorite pajamas, watching a movie. My princess deserves a night for herself. I can't wait to share that bed with her.

2143

Winding down for the night, brewing her tea like a good girl. Taking position-- she'll be out cold in no time at all.

2336

Her hair is so soft and she smells so good. I love the weight of her head on my chest. I love her soft breaths. I love the way she whimpers and mumbles in her sleep. I hope my presence helps her rest better. She knows deep down she belongs with me. She knows. She knows. She has to know.

You closed the file and your eyes darted around the room before locking on the crack in the door. You listened intently to ensure Leon was still busy in the kitchen, which he was. With a trembling, controlled breath you backed out of the subfolder and scrolled a little further down, finding a folder titled Medical.

Inside were full and complete copies of your medical records, which you didn't even want to know how he got ahold of. Alongside your records was an extensive document listing more specific things about your health that either weren't in your records or were too deeply buried in them-- your blood type, your allergies, your nutritional needs, your diagnoses, your health risks.

Then you moved on to another folder titled Personal.

It contained what you assumed was every anecdotal fact about your life that he'd managed to glean from his heavy surveillance of you; foods you liked and didn't like, albums you enjoyed, personal care products you used, your favorite colors, favorite shows and movies, random little details about your past. Some of these things you couldn't even wrap your head around how he possibly could have figured out.

Until you found another folder titled Data.

Every device you owned had been cloned and data dumped into neat folders. Every image you'd ever taken or posted, every text or call you'd ever sent or received, every last bit of your digital footprint up to the day he'd whisked you away was documented.

You wanted to keep looking through it but you felt like you couldn't breathe. You had to remind yourself that the files weren't going anywhere and you needed a break, this was far too much traumatizing information for any one person to absorb in one sitting. Feeling grossly ill and perhaps a little dizzy, you closed out of the files and pulled up Leon's work again, taking a deep breath before standing up from the office chair.

But a familiar phrase met the corner of your eye as you moved, a document he had open titled RACCOON CITY INCIDENT.

With no idea what to make of that you shook your head and trudged back over to the couch, curling into yourself under your soft blanket. Try as you might to relax and act normal, you were trembling. This was a lot to digest. Leon had so thoroughly monitored your every last move before you even really knew he existed. For fuck's sake, he was breaking into your apartment with you inside to drug you and hide somewhere so he could lay with you while you slept… and god knows what else.

You weren't hitting snooze on all of your alarms every morning because you weren't sleeping well. You were hitting snooze on your alarms every morning and often showing up late to work and other life events because you were being sedated every night-- no, you were unknowingly sedating yourself.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to go completely scorched earth.

But you couldn't. You knew it would do you no good. You knew it would hurt more in the end. So you didn't.

The door creaked open and you listened closely to Leon's soft footsteps approaching you. He rested a hand on your shoulder, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as he spoke, "Dinner's ready, princess."

With a barely noticeable nod you took his hand and followed him to the dining room, where you shared an uneventful, almost completely silent dinner that you were not even remotely psychologically present for. You didn't really come to again until you were struck by fresh air when he brought you out into the backyard.

It was jarring to snap back into reality so abruptly. The sun was nearly beginning to set and the breeze was a pleasant, comfortable temperature. If it were any other day, any other set of circumstances, it would be quite nice.

Leon's hands came to rest on your bump from behind, his chin on your shoulder as he swayed you gently side to side. "What's on your mind, hm? You've been quiet tonight."

You weren't really sure what to say. Of course you weren't going to be honest with him, so you defaulted to your regular answer.

"I'm just tired."

Leon sighed and kissed your shoulder. "You say that a lot, you know. I'm worried about you, pup."

Fuck, You thought, I need to find a new excuse.

"I-I'm sorry," You whispered, and while you initially planned to tack on some kind of explanation, your words failed you.

Leon's response honestly shocked you in its perceived sincerity-- "I don't need you to be sorry, sweetheart, I just need to know what's wrong so I can make it better. That's daddy's job, okay?"

His hand rubbed soothing circles over your bump and the warmth of him wrapped around you felt so pleasant. Given how upset you were, it was tempting to give into him, to ask him to just hold you and baby you and tell you everything was going to be okay, but you couldn't get those documents off your mind for the life of you and you had a feeling you were going to explode if you didn't say something.

So you did, in your own roundabout way.

"I've been thinking a lot about how I got here," You said slowly, like you were stepping around landmines. "You never really told me what happened."

Leon tilted his head curiously, unsure what you meant by that at first. After a moment it dawned on him and he froze. He didn't know how to proceed and the tension between you was palpable. Finally he cleared his throat softly and said, "I'm not sure you need to know about that, little one. It doesn't matter anyway. The only thing that matters is that you're here now, safe and sound and nicely bred."

You should have suspected he'd say something like that. You took advantage of the fact he couldn't see you roll your eyes and then you nodded, still trying to play the part of a good girl for him, hoping it would pay off eventually. "Right," You said, "I was just curious. We don't have to get into it if you don't want to, though it has been eating me alive a little bit."

Leon raised an eyebrow, turning his head to plant another kiss on your shoulder. "Eating you alive, huh?" He teased. "I'll tell you someday, sweetheart, I promise. When the time is right, I will."

"You say that a lot," You were quick to respond, heart stuttering in your chest as you almost immediately regretted having the nerve to throw his words back in his face. "How long until the time is right?"

"Until I say it is," He answered bluntly, voice having dropped into that low warning tone that always managed to set your teeth on edge. "It's okay to be curious, pup, but when I say no, I mean no."

His patience with entertaining your line of questioning was wearing thin and you could tell by the way his grip on you tightened ever so slightly. He was tensing up and the hand of his that was lovingly rubbing your belly just moments ago was now stone still and firm, fingertips just barely printing into your skin with his possessive hold.

You couldn't come up with something to say in time before he took a firm hold of your wrist and began to drag you back inside.

"What? Wait! I still have more outside time," You whined, tugging against his grip a couple times, eyes doe-like and begging for leniency.

Leon scoffed and tugged at you right back, and his pull was much stronger than yours. In just one movement he'd forced you back in line behind him, stumbling along as he pulled you toward the sliding glass door. "That's not your decision to make. You know, puppy, I'm worried you've forgotten who's in charge here."

You grasped at the doorframe in a last ditch effort to get to finish your outside time, but Leon was not having it. With an annoyed groan he turned to face you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, plucking you up effortlessly from the floor as you writhed and pouted.

"You're no fair!" Your voice raised, and as always you knew you were digging yourself a deeper and deeper hole with each passing second, but you felt as though you couldn't stop once you'd started. "I didn't do anything wrong, what are you punishing me for?"

Leon carried you upstairs, speaking as he walked, "This isn't a punishment, sweetheart, it's a reminder."

You had no idea what exactly he meant to imply by that, and you were even more confused when instead of bringing you into the bedroom, he made a turn and brought you into the spare bedroom.

Well, what used to be the spare bedroom. Now it was the bones of a nursery, barren of any furniture but a changing table, the only decoration being a few swatches of paint on the walls. He let you down from his arms but kept you tightly under his control, his strong hands guiding you by your hips to face forward, your back pressed up against his chest as he held you there to look at the room.

"Tell me what you see," He said firmly. "Look around this room and tell me what you see."

Your breath hitched in your throat and your head tilted in confusion. "Uh… The nursery?"

He hummed contently and you let out a breath of relief you didn't realize you were holding. "That's right, sweetheart, the nursery. Tell me why we've started turning this room into a nursery."

That was all it took for you to make the realization as to where he was going with this. Swallowing back the nerves, you replied quietly, "Because we're having a baby?"

"Yes, doll, because we're having a baby," His hands slid forward from your hips to cradle the swell of your stomach. "You're having a baby, my baby, and that makes you my responsibility. Every last thing I do, I do for you, whether you like it or not. All I have ever asked for in return is a little respect."

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you stared down at his hands resting possessively on your bump. All you could think about was just how close it would seem you'd flown toward the sun. Face burning, your mouth fell open to respond to him, but he cut you off with an addition to his statement that froze every last drop of blood in your veins.

"I know you went looking around, sweetheart. Didn't quite find what you were looking for, did you? Or did you just wanna try to trick me into saying it?"

He was calling you sweetheart but his tone was ice cold. Not raging, not furious, just frigidly condescending and accusatory, with a noticeable twinge of disappointment.

How does he know? You thought to yourself in a panic, feeling your blood pressure skyrocket at a moment's notice. Does he even have proof, or is he just assuming? Is he trying to trick me into telling on myself?

You were completely shutting down, dizzy with adrenaline and unsure how to proceed. Despite the sour feeling in your stomach that told you it was a terrible idea, you chose to call his bluff.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Your words came out in a pathetic whisper, voice cracking a little from the nerves.

Leon huffed out an amused breath into your ear. "Oh, sweetheart… you know I like it when you go all dumb for me, but not like this."

In typical Leon fashion, you weren't really given a chance to respond before his grip went from your belly to your waist, lifting you from the floor with ease. You wanted to say something, to scream at him to put you down, to ask him where he planned on taking you and why, but it would seem he wasn't taking you far. Just seconds later he was pinning you to the changing table, wrists held firmly above your head as he loomed over you.

"What are you--"

"Stop. Talking," He growled. "I've heard enough out of you. If you did half as much listening as you do talking, you wouldn't be in this position to begin with."

You weren't entirely sure what he meant by 'this position,' whether he was being literal or figurative, but shortly after you wondered this to yourself, you realized it didn't particularly matter. By now you should have known it was futile trying to rationalize anything he said or did, it just wasn't an easy task to submit yourself to something that made absolutely no sense to you. Unfortunately for you, that was something you were gradually getting used to doing.

Face burning, staring up at him with absolutely nothing left to say, you froze and simply… nodded. This response seemed to please him.

Leon smirked, mumbling something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out as he continued to bind your wrists tightly with one hand, the other trailing down the length of your body. You cringed when he lifted the hem of your shirt to bare your stomach, try as you might to conceal it, your breath hitching when he grabbed you with his free hand and dragged you down until your hips were nearly hanging off the edge of the table, pressed firmly against the crotch of his jeans.

The hardened crotch of his jeans.

Your heart was thumping so hard you could see the way it forced your chest to rise with every beat. Why exactly he felt as though the solution to this was to fuck you on the very same table you would be changing diapers on in just a few months, you couldn't say. Oddly enough there was a part of you that felt grateful he'd come to this conclusion out of the endless list of significantly worse punishments that could have been. In the grand scheme of things, it didn't really seem like much of a punishment at all.

What you didn't know was that Leon had had more than enough of you abusing your pregnancy to break his rules, and he had no intention of letting you continue to do so any longer.

For a moment he was just rutting into you for his own relief, though thankfully that had the added benefit of ramping up your own excitement, the thin fabric of your sleep shorts and panties being the only barrier between your sex and Leon's clothed arousal.

Right when you were really starting to get into the dry humping, he pulled back just far enough to allow himself the space he needed to undo his jeans. As he did so, he began to speak again.

"We're going to have a family soon, sweetheart, and when that happens, you won't have so much time on your hands or empty space in that little brain of yours to be thinking about how you got here or who's looking for you," He began, his tone matter-of-fact as he freed his cock from the restraint of his boxers, pushing your shorts and panties aside so he could rut the weeping head against your slick folds. "For your own sanity, I'd suggest you quit looking for answers that don't matter and are only going to hurt you in the end."

Your eyes widened as you stared up at him, honestly dumbfounded by his words and no longer very interested in the sex you were about to have. Before you could interject, he continued, sinking the head of his cock into you as a means to cut off your words, which was successful.

"When you wrote that letter to your family, you made a commitment to me, to this. You're not a liar, are you, princess?"

Eyes clenched shut at the sting of him stretching you out, in desperate need of a little more preparation but knowing you wouldn't be getting any, you shook your head wildly, "I-I'm not a liar…"

"Not a liar, hm?" He taunted, voice still smooth and calm and patronizing. Leon jutted his hips forward, forcing more of his length into you and in response, a pained cry fell from your open mouth. "So, you weren't lying earlier when you told me you didn't know what I was talking about? You weren't lying when I asked you what was on your mind and you said you were just tired? You weren't lying that day you said you would be good for me and I came home to you trying to scale the fence?"

Each and every question began and ended with a shallow thrust until he was stuffed inside you down to the base, splitting you open on his throbbing length. Tears pricking at your eyes, you shook your head again and tried to control your breathing so you could get a word out, squirming against his hold on your wrists, but it was no use. Once more, he continued.

"You're lying to me now. Do you think I'm stupid, sweetheart? Think I was born yesterday?"

Like muscle memory, you shook your head and choked out, "N-No, I--"

"Because I wasn't. You think you're so smart, sneaking around behind my back, acting out, sticking your nose in places it shouldn't be, and you think I won't do anything about it because you're pregnant, huh?" His hips knocked into yours at a truly brutal pace now, his fist clenched tightly around your struggling arms, his other hand stroking over the swell of your belly as he fucked you. "Well, you're sorely mistaken. You should know by now I don't tolerate disobedient brats."

You were writhing on the cold table, thighs clenched tightly around his waist as he had his way with you. What seemed just minutes ago like a net positive for you, being fucked in response to your insubordinant behavior, had turned into yet another humiliating moment of being put back in your place. You began to wonder if he used sex to do this just because he knew he could take away your ability to think clearly and defend yourself.

Perhaps if this were just a normal argument, you'd be calling him a liar right back. You'd scream at him for constantly withholding information, for expecting you not to have questions, for expecting you not to miss your friends and family. You would have pulled at your hair and thrown things and cursed him out until you were red in the face.

But you couldn't.

Leaning over you until your noses were nearly touching, giving you little choice but to look at him, Leon grabbed your chin and angled your head down until you were forced to watch his cock hammering into you… not that it was incredibly easy to see over your swollen stomach. Your lip quivered and you froze, unable to look away despite how unnerving it was to have such a vivid representation of what he'd done to you-- and was currently doing to you-- shoved right in front of your eyes.

Letting out a soft grunt, feeling his peak quickly approaching at the sight of you rounding out with his seed and submitting to his every last word, Leon stroked his thumb over your tear stained cheek and said, voice low, "In five short months, you are going to be a mother, and even sooner than that I am going to expect you to start acting like it. Am I understood?"

Your mouth fell open again to respond, but your words were lost on you. Teary lashes fluttering dumbly, you nodded before letting your head fall back on the changing table with a soft thump. He simply grabbed you by the throat, squeezing just hard enough to make you a little lightheaded before angling your head back up to face him with his fingertips nearly bruising beneath your jaw.

"Use. Your. Words."

Weakly, you whimpered out, "I… I-I understand," choking on your own tears and praying that would be sufficient, but of course it wasn't.

"Say it like you fucking mean it," He grunted, his own breaths falling uneven as he staved off his own orgasm, thrusts slowing slightly but still pounding into you with a force that made the legs of the changing table screech on the hardwood floor.

Finally he released his grip on your throat and you gasped for air, nodding desperately, skin dusted a rosy pink as you cried, "I underst-stand, daddy, I-I understand, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry--"

Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, Leon smirked with satisfaction and seconds later you were met with the unmistakable feeling of his thick, hot seed spilling into you.

"That's my good girl," He grunted, swiping at the sweat on his brow, "Let's hope you aren't lying this time, hm?"

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viaoverthemoon · 8 months

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Pretty sure this person stole your idea for Leon x teacher reader https://www.tumblr.com/that-sarcastic-writer/725612197355700224/after-hours?source=share

Thank you for your concern! It really means a lot to know people pay close attention to my work.

Although, this fic was actually stolen from the writer: konigbabe I believe

Nothing against you or anyone else who may think this, but I do not own the dad!Leon x Teacher trope. Anyone is free to use it :))

Thank you, I appreciate it!

-Via 💕

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License and Registration

RE2!Cop!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your police officer boyfriend, Leon, catches you speeding once again.

Content: SMUT, car sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, switch Leon, kind of-dom Reader, teasing, praise, comfort, not throughly proofread (I'm rusty- Let me know if I missed anything!)

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Enjoy!

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The sound of a siren pulls you from the adrenaline high you were experiencing.

Instantly recognizing the head of blonde hair behind the windshield, you smirk, pressing the brake and moving off to the side. Not that it mattered all that much, seeing as you were on a deserted side road surrounded by trees.

The gum in your mouth sticks to your teeth with every chew, the red of your lipstick smearing on it.

The officer walks out of the car with his head hung low and shaking, as if he were disappointed.

He definitely is.

You roll down your window, blowing a bubble into your gum as he comes to a stop outside of your door.

His brows furrow angrily as he places his hands on his hips. "(Y/n)..."

You pop the bubble, sucking it back into your mouth and offering him a sly smile. "Officer Kennedy!"

He glares at you whilst you pull your mirror down and fix your hair. "What are you doing on duty so late? I thought we had a hot date at 6 o'clock."

He doesn't seem to share your playful mood, crossing his arms across his chest and giving you that concerned, unimpressed look. "Sweetheart... I thought we talked about driving recklessly just to see me when I'm working."

You flutter your lashes, looking up at him with a mocking pout. "Oh baby... not everything I do has something to do with you..."

He leans in through your open window, coming so close his lips brush against your ear. "Angel, whenever it comes to you acting like a desperate little brat, it's always got something to do with me."

Heat pools in your belly. You're about to ask him if that was a challenge but he steps back, leaving a hand on the edge of your car window and running a hand through his blonde hair and taking a deep breath.

"Baby, I can't keep letting you go with a warning. Someone's bound to catch on..."

You hum, reaching a hand up and running your fingertips along the skin of his arm.

His eyes snap to your hand before looking at you, eyes wide and shocked.

"I'm sorry, my love... is there any way I can make it up to you?"

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If someone drove down this road right now, you'd be screwed.

The smell of sweat and sex fills the small space of the car around you as your nails dig little crescent marks into your boyfriend's shoulders.

Leon wasted no time after your question, dragging you from your car and tossing you into the back seat of his cop one.

And now, you sit on his lap, his cock nested deep inside of you.

His hands rest comfortably on your ass, his eyes drinking in the sight of your face as you whimper and whine at the mere feeling of him.

When your hips stutter and your legs begin to give out, he shifts his hands to the underside of your thighs, helping you move up and down on his cock.

Blinking through the thickening hot haze, you look down at your officer.

He's already looking up at you, brows drawn together and pink lips parted in pure pleasure as a faint moan leaks from him.

Your hands slide up his skin and into his hair, nails lightly kneading his scalp whilst you roll your hips, pouting when Leon gasps against your lips. "Poor baby... Does it feel too good?"

You feel his hips jerk upwards, pushing himself impossibly deeper as he nods and places his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "So good- Feels so good, angel...-"

A grunt escapes him, his large hands tightening around your thighs. You nearly cry out when he suddenly picks up the pace, chasing after his fast approaching high.

"L-Leon-! Baby slow down-!"

But it's as if your words fall on deaf ears. Leon only groans loudly, throwing his head back and whining pathetically.

You're teetering on the edge of your own release when a sudden rush of wind and the console digging into your lower back take you by complete surprise.

Your hips lay squished between the two front seats, legs on either side of Leon's hips and in the air. Your hands shift to his upper back, nails scratching harshly along his skin.

He pushes his body weight on you to keep you still as you writhe beneath him, gasping and whining into the empty space of the car.

His large cock slides along your wet walls, the movements creating the most pornographic squelching noise you've ever heard. You swear you feel every vein, every twitch, every stretch.

You cry out, gripping onto him for dear life as your release tears through you, taking your breath away and causing stars to form behind your eyelids.

Leon swears as he feels you clench around him, his legs stopping for just a moment before he groans, pushing into you slowly one last time.

His warm seed spurts inside of you, coating every corner of your walls. He grips the seats for support from the sheer power of his orgasm.

You help him down from his high, stroking his forearms and whispering praises in his ear.

And you only stop when Leon goes slack, pulls out of you with a hiss, and begins to clean everything up. "Jesus Christ... we're never doing that again."

You scoff, slipping your skirt back on. "Oh, we're definitely gonna do this again babe,". You laugh as Leon groans, sitting back in the seat and throwing his arm over his eyes.

"Anyone could have seen us..." His cheeks are flushed pink in embarrassment, blonde hair still messy from all the times you ran your hands through it.

You slide closer to him and kiss his cheek. "Well then, it's a good thing no one did, huh?" You giggle as he playfully glares at you.

Biting your lip, you go to whisper in his ear, discretely slipping something into his pocket. "See you at 8?"

And with that, you slip out of the car and make your way back to your vehicle, pulling your skirt down into place and adjusting your shirt.

All while wondering what his reaction will be when he finds the pair of panties you'd stuffed into his pocket.

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Heyyyy...

Been a while huh? 😓

I'm backkkk

I've been a little busy, BUT, I'm not working anymore cause I'm moving to college soon so I've got a little more time before my real chaos enters my life.

Happy to see y'all again!

-Via 💕

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viaoverthemoon · 8 months

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hey saw your reblog so fyi https://www.tumblr.com/konigbabe/726591560610906112/plagiarism-issue we don’t support that here

Wow I really had no idea!

Thank you so much for letting me know! I'm very disappointed in myself that I didn't notice this earlier.

Taking back my support immediately!

-Via 💕

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viaoverthemoon · 8 months

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Hiii, just wanted to pop in and say “Have a wonderful day” 🫶🏻

Hello! <3

Thank you, and same to you!

I'm sure lots of people are wondering when the next part of Behind Closed Doors will be released. 😓

I apologize for the long wait. But! I can confidently say that it is in progress and on track to be released this Saturday or Sunday night!

But thank you for saying this 😭 I've been super unmotivated to write and also super busy bc I'm moving to my college dorm in like, 2 weeks.

AND!!

I'm also working on a separate one-shot of Cop!Leon 👀 So I can't wait to post that 🙈

See you soon!

-Via 💕

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viaoverthemoon · 9 months

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Thank you so much for writing vendetta fluff short fic. Thank you that was just exactly what I needed. ❤❤🥰🥰🥰

I'm so glad you liked it!!

It was absolutely no problem! I had fun writing it.

Fun fact about 'Memories' : When writing the last line,

"We'll keep making memories for as long as we live."

I actually was going to have Leon say,

" We'll keep making memories for as long as I live." Because there's a higher chance of him dying first!

But It wasn't supposed to be angst, so I changed it.

Thank you for requesting!

-Via 💕

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viaoverthemoon · 9 months

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Can I request some relationship fluff with vendetta Leon. It's just been so long when I have read some good fluff with that man. For some reason people rarely wanna make fluff fanfic for him🥲. So I request you please🙏. It's all upto you what on what scenario you want. Also don't feel pressured to write this. I just really love all your stuff so🥰🥰❤❤❤

Aww this is so cute 💕Thank you for requesting, my love!

Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: On a rare lazy rain day, you can't help but think of a few memories ; You and Leon relax on a lazy day and make another memory.

Content: Husband Leon, just a whole lotta fluff on a rainy day!

Enjoy!

Memories

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The moment you woke up this morning and the heavy sound of rain from outside the house had flooded your ears, you knew today would be a lazy day.

And turning to see your husband still in bed next to you only made you happier.

You were reluctant to get out of the bed, but your bladder had other plans. You look over your shoulder at Leon, curled around you with his arms around your waist and fast asleep.

You turn in his arms and move his brown bangs from his eyes, caressing his cheeks and admiring his beauty.

This man, who has been through so much life-threatening trauma physically and mentally, somehow manages to look like a child in his sleep. Well, aside from the light stubble along his jaw.

You think back to the first day you'd met.

He'd spotted you in a coffee shop and approached you with a flirtatious smile.

His pickup lines were so bad, and you honestly tried so hard not to laugh. Although those efforts went right out the window when he went to lean on a wall and knocked over a nearby coat rack. He'd scrambled to pick it up and apologized to the shop owner before turning back to you with flushed cheeks.

How could you reject him after that?

Oh, and then there's when he'd proposed!

He asked you to marry him at a park. But before he could pull the small velvet box out, a child appeared out of nowhere and ran over the back of his leg with a bike.

The mother was mortified and apologized profusely. Leon assured her it was alright (even though he limped for the rest of the day) before returning to you.

Only when he reached for the ring again, the box was gone!

The two of you along with Chris, Carlos, Claire, Jill, and Rebecca, spent all afternoon looking for the ring. But it wasn't there.

Leon was devastated. He looked on the verge of tears as he quietly apologized. But you'd told him it was fine, and a ring is only a ring. You don't need one to ask someone to marry you.

So, he pulled himself together, got down on one knee, and proposed to you without a ring.

Of course, you said yes.

Oh, and the box was on his motorcycle the whole time.

These memories are ones you hold closest to your heart. There's good, and there's bad. There're even moments of in-between.

But the moments of the two of you are forever.

So, you always make the most of what you get.

"Why're you staring at me?"

You blink away the memories and stare into his bright blue eyes.

"No reason..." You shrug and kiss his forehead. "I just love you."

His grip on your waist tightens and he smirks. "I love you too, (y/n)."

He goes to nuzzle into your neck, but you laugh and push him away. "Leon- I have to pee!"

"No."

"If I pee in this bed, you're cleaning it up."

This makes him pause before letting you go.

You laugh and slip from the bed to handle your business as he groans and flops around on the mattress.

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The smell of hot chocolate and vanilla candles wraps around you delicately, like a blanket.

You both sit, you curled against Leon and his arm around you, as the tv plays old cartoons.

"I like making memories with you."

Your words take him by surprise. "Yeah? Well, I like making memories with you too."

You hum and lay your head on his shoulder, fiddling with the rim of your mug.

"We'll keep making memories together, right?"

Leon kisses the crown of your head before laying his head there. "We'll keep making memories for as long as we live."

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This is kinda short, sorry!

I like the idea of Leon just being a silly old man when he's not working. He just needs a break :(

I hope you liked it! Lemme know what y'all think!

-Via 💕

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viaoverthemoon · 9 months

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Bills~

DI!Sugar Daddy!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Inspired by Bills, Bills, Bills by Destiny's Child

Destiny's Child - Bills, Bills, Bills (Lyrics) - YouTube

Summary: Leon unintentionally let's his jealousy get the best of him. He wants to teach you a lesson, but how much would that cost?

Contents: Established exclusive relationship, age-gap (if u squint), bribing, SMUT, BDSM, oral (m and f receiving), bondage, choking, hair pulling, fingering, overstimulation, edging, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex, mating press, Leon is a total dom (Let me know if I missed anything!)

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Enjoy! <3

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Sugar Daddy!Leon who doesn't normally get jealous.

He hardly ever has to, seeing as you usually immediately shut down anyone's advances.

But today, while at a cafe you both enjoy, he watched as some guy who looked to be around the same age as you dropped smooth pick-up line after smooth pick-up line.

You, seemingly, missed the hints. You'd smiled at him, giggled and gently pat his arm.

Leon could do nothing but stare, eyes burning holes in the back of the man's head as he slips his number toward you.

His jaw drops when you take it and place the piece of paper in your purse with a smile.

Oh, now he's seething.

The two of you leave the cafe hand in hand, leaving the poor guy confused, and Leon remains silent the rest of the trip home.

Now, to be fair, you knew what you were doing.

Of course you'd noticed the guy's horrible attempts at flirting with you. You just wanted to see how Leon would react.

And it looked like he wasn't taking it well...

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The moment you step into his house, Leon slams the door shut behind you.

You ignore him, humming a tune as you make your way to the kitchen.

"Nuh-uh (Y/n). We need to talk."

Your lips twitch with a smile. "Whatever about?"

You feel him before you see him.

He stands behind you, hard chest pressed against your back as his hands grab onto the counter, effectively caging you in.

His chest heaves with heavy, controlled breaths. "I didn't like that little act you pulled, angel." His words are gritted through his teeth, as if he's having a hard time holding himself back.

This is just too easy.

You turn to face him, placing a hand on his chest and looking up at him with the prettiest pout. "What act, Leon?"

The glare on his face lasts for only a second before a shiver runs down his spine, brought on by your hand that suddenly begins to travel down his chest.

You watch with wide eyes and a bitten lip as his jaw drops open, eyes darting down to catch a glimpse of you gently running a palm over the slight tent in his pants.

And with a sigh, he surrenders.

His body relaxes as you silently work him through his slacks, your breaths mingling and body temperatures rising.

Leon's lips hover right over yours, pink and parted in pleasure as soft moans rumble from the back of his throat. "Pull it out."

You do just that, using both hands to unzip his jeans and tug his cock free.

It sits pretty and waiting, tip flushed pink and veins peeking through the skin.

He is truly a work of art.

You almost whimper, drool nearly escaping your lips at the sight of his intimidating length and girth as you pump him slowly, teasingly. Enough to make him needy and restless.

You smile when his hips jerk to meet the movements of your hand. "I'm sorry, my love. Was there something you wanted?"

He groans when you squeeze him around the base, nails lightly digging in. "Your mouth. Give it to me-"

You gasp, feigning shock as your hand completely stops. Leon immediately curses, pulling his head from you neck and thrusting his hips toward you desperately. But you only smile at him.

"Now now, Mr. Kennedy. You know I don't do this shit for free."

You raise a brow, crossing your arms under your chest and staring at him in expectance.

He huffs a breath before feeling around his pockets and grabbing his wallet.

He pulls out two one-hundred-dollar bills and places them on the counter. "Happy?"

You roll your eyes. "C'mon now. What's that gonna do? Pay half my car bill?"

"Fuckin'-" He pulls out four more of the bills, slapping them in the pile. "There's $600 for now-"

7 more bills. "And $700 for the next 2 hours," He throws the wallet to the floor and steps impossibly closer to you, hand reaching around and roughly tugging your hair to force your head back. "You can get the rest later. Now are you gonna stop being a fucking brat, or are you gonna be my good girl and get on your knees?"

The bratty attitude fades, satisfied in getting what you'd wanted, yet slightly fearful of the punishment to come.

He lets go of your hair as you slowly slide down to your knees, all while keeping eye contact with him.

His gaze sets your body on fire. Skin burning hot with the tension between the two of you.

His chest heaves with every breath, eyes wide and never blinking as you wrap your hand around his length once again.

You give a few teasing strokes, relishing in the way his breaths stutter and his hands grip the countertop behind you, hips jerking forward just a little in impatience.

Ignoring the throbbing ache between your legs, you lean forward, tongue outstretched, and lick from base to tip.

The muscles in his arms flex, veins threatening to pop as his grip on the counter tightens. A strangled groan leaves his lips, prompting you to latch your lips to the tip of his length, gently sucking and running your nails along the underside of his dick.

You're unprepared for when he suddenly thrusts his hips, forcing your head against the side of the counter and shoving his cock into your throat.

You choke, surprised, as he grabs a fistful of your hair. "You wanna act like a money driven whore, I'll treat you like one."

You're completely at his mercy.

He watches as you whine, whimper, and sputter around his cock, spit and drool dribbling down your chin.

Watches as your body betrays you, hips grinding into the floor to find any source of relief.

Watches as tears begin to fall from your eyes with every merciless thrust into your filthy mouth.

Your hands cling to his thighs, nails digging little crescent marks into his skin.

You manage to calm yourself down, breathing through your nose and hollowing your cheeks as he hits the back of your throat with every jerk of his hips.

His pace is borderline brutal, one hand gripping the counter and the other deep in your hair, pushing your head forward to meet his hips.

He suddenly grunts, spreading his legs wider and pushing impossibly deeper. "Jesus Christ- I'm so fucking close-"

A gag slips, your throat raw and begging for this to end. But you ignore it, watching the face of your boyfriend contrast and shift as the ending of his pleasure (for the first round) gets closer and closer.

His lips parted, mumbled praises and degrading names falling from them in a rush of hazy lust. Eyes clenched shut as his brown hair sticks to his forehead. "Shit-"

And when he moans huskily and nearly suffocates you with how deeply he pushed down your throat, cumming so much you can't keep all of it in your mouth, you know you're in big trouble.

He slowly comes down from his high, chest shuddering with every breath.

He slips out of your mouth, limp and light red.

His hand grips your jaw, angling your face up to see you better. He sees the white streaks at the corners of your lips and sighs. "Open."

You obey, cheeks flushed and lips puffy as you look away, ashamed.

Empty.

Leon smirks. "Naughty girl..."

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Your back arches, frustrated whines and whimpers falling from your open mouth.

Your body jerks in desperation with every deep stroke of his tongue, hands bound to the headboard above your head by your panties.

For the past who knows how long, Leon's head has been between your thighs.

His tongue slides along your clit, fingers pumping into your weeping pussy as you can do nothing but cry out to him.

But he remains relentless, continuously bringing you close to your orgasm only to stop short the minute you're about to come.

By the 4th time, you're sobbing. You fight his grip on your hips, trying to scoot away from him when his fingers graze over your sensitive hole. "No-! I- I can't anymore! Please- Leon-!"

He only hums, large hands pulling your legs apart. His nose skims over your clit and you flinch. He stares into your teary eyes. "I'm not too sure if you deserve to cum yet, angel."

He sighs, blowing air over your glistening folds. "You were such a brat earlier... And then you swallowed all of my cum without asking,"

You cry out when he suddenly bites at the ball of nerves. "You're already being a pretty bad girl. How am I supposed know if you're gonna be good for me now?"

You swallow, giving him your best pout and puppy dog eyes. "I promise! I'll be good- I swear!"

Leon stares at you impassively, thumbs rubbing small circles into the sides of your thighs.

And for a moment, when he completely pulls away, you think he's going to deny you of your pleasure.

But then he stands from the bed and removes his underwear, the last of his clothing, before crawling on top of you.

You stare at him, gaze dazed, as he grabs his cock and strokes a few times before guiding it between your folds.

You curse, hands falling from the headboard once Leon finally frees you. You instincivly grip onto his biceps. "I'll hold you to your word, princess."

You scream when he mercilessly thrusts his entire length into you.

If you hadn't fucked him last night, that probably would've hurt a lot more.

He hardly waits before he's ramming into you relentlessly, hands gripping the pillow on either side of your head.

Your noises are unfiltered, loud and needy. But he doesn't seem annoyed by them. If anything, they motivate him.

He groans, sitting up and grabbing your legs from behind the knee, pushing them to meet your chest.

You gasp at the new position, whining and moaning as his cock hits you even deeper. "Fuck! Don't- Don't stop! I'm so close-"

Leon loses himself, lost in the sounds of your pleasure. Lost in the wet feeling of your cunt. Lost in the overwhelming weight of your being.

He looks down at you, a picture of pure temptation, reaching your hands out to him. Begging him for release with lidded eyes and panting breaths.

You scream when his hand finds its way to your clit, two fingers rubbing circles into the flesh.

And you finally get what you want, having no warning for when you throw your head back and come around him so hard you see stars.

Leon removes his hand from between the two of you, and you expect this to end with him coming inside you, and then finally being able to sleep...

Those thoughts disappear when his hand is suddenly around your throat.

His grip is tight enough to completely cut off your oxygen.

Your eyes widen and a new wave of slick pours from you.

Leon hovers over you, lips inches away from yours as you gasp for air.

"I didn't say you could come yet, did I?"

Your heartbeat accelerates.

Shit.

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It took an entire week to write this... 🧍🏾‍♀️

I'm taking a little break from writing Behind Closed Doors, so here's this and possibly a request coming soon!

Hope y'all enjoyed!

-Via 💕

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Y'allllll 🤪🤪

Wow hii 😽

What have we here? Nice to meet you. Via, is it? That's a lovely name for a lovely doll

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Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Welcome back, Beloved Reader!

I was happy to see some of you guys were as excited as me for this chapter. I couldn't wait to post it ahhh!!

I hope y'all are ready for some questions to be answered.

Why did Leon bed Lady Ada? Will you ever forgive him? How does Lady Ada feel about all this? I don't know guys... It feels like the King of Duevaula is hiding in the shadows...

Let us continue!

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Medeival!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lady Ada shares a few words with you, leaving you with harsh words and feelings burning the tip of your tongue. Meanwhile, Leon recalls the night he spent with Lady Ada and plans a way to explain what had happened.

Tw: Mentions of pregnancy, coercion into sex, sa(??), abuse, violence, angst

Please be careful reading this if you're easily triggered by these things and still want to read.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Enjoy!

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The garden has always been your place of peace.

Flowers of all kinds lined in rows and rows of different shapes, colors, and patterns. Large, well-kept, luscious trees planted sporadically all around the space. Bushes shaped like bunnies, horses, and lions.

For once, your mind has a moment to rest after this horrible week.

You'd spent most of your days locked away in your rooms, ignoring everyone's attempts to coax you out.

Albeit, by the third day your mother had had enough.

She'd stormed into your chambers, demanding you to get out of your head for five minutes and think about how you're going to win the prince back.

And that had caused you to spiral even further.

You abandoned indoors and took to the gardens, seeking the comfort of fresh air and solitude.

So now you sit on a bench, embroidery the only thing keeping all of your screws from falling out.

Your concentration is so deep you don't even hear the footsteps nearing you.

"Your highness."

You instantly recognize the voice, hands pausing the delicate work as you slowly look up.

Lady Ada offers a curtsy, much less deep than the one she'd done for the King.

She doesn't respect you.

You take a deep breath, setting the embroidery aside. "Leave us."

The guards, save for Jill, leave immediately.

"Lady Ada... To what do I owe the pleasure?"

A smirk spreads across her red lips, posture straight as an arrow as she rests a hand on her small belly. "I merely seek conversation with the princess I am to coexist with."

You try not to sneer as she gracefully sits beside you on the bench. "Apologies, I'm sure you don't mind," Her proximity makes your skin burn. "My God, this pregnancy sure is doing a number on my feet."

Your fists ball, your eyes unable to hold hers. "I'm sure."

She seems to notice your anger, smiling in a way the Devil would approve of. "Surely your highness isn't intimidated by me... She wouldn't think that I could take her place-"

You stand, turning and looking down your nose at her in disgust. "It would do you well to remember your place, Lady Ada." You bend to grab your embroidery, pausing when your lips near her ear. "You may carry his baby, but you do not carry the other half of his crown. Always remember that."

And with that, you turn on your heel and walk away, Jill three paces behind you.

☆ Leon ☆

Read. Flip. Sign.

He can feel his gaze.

Read. Flip. Sign.

He sees him flinch in his peripheral.

Read. Flip. Sign.

He clears his throat.

"What are you waiting for?"

His posture straightens, avoiding eye contact as his chin angles high. "Permission to speak freely, your highness?"

Leon waves a hand. "You always have, Chris. Do not fear me now."

Chris, Leon's personal guard, sighs as his body relaxes. He steps closer to the desk and leans his hip on it. "Why don't you just tell her what happened?"

Leon gives him an obvious look, causing Chris to glare at him. "I know what the King said, but you love her. She loves you. I'm sure her highness will understand-"

"Loved."

...

"She loved me."

Chris scoffs. "Do not be ridiculous. You two spent years sneaking beyond your palace walls just to see each other and you're to tell me she just... stopped loving you?"

Leon exhales, dropping his pen and slumping in his chair.

He needed to think.

The effects of that night... The possibility of a bastard child...

A mistress.

It wasn't even him. He never wanted this. Never wanted her.

If only he'd stood his ground...

But now, it was too late.

"Father... I can't. It wouldn't be right."

Dim candle light illuminates the chamber, casting a dark shadow over the King's face.

He'd never been the type of monarch that accepted the word 'no'. Anyone to do so were immediately thrown into the dungeon and left to starve to death or until they realized how much they needed their King.

"And why would it be wrong? A King is not tied to a woman, son. A woman is tied to a man. You need not hold yourself for her."

Leon shook his head. "I've promised myself to her. I will only bed Princess-"

His words are cut off by a hand around his neck.

His body is slammed into a nearby wall as the King towers over him. Tension builds as Leon fights for air, clawing at his father's hand. But he doesn't let go, heaving heavy breathes as he grits out his words. "Listen to me boy. I will not have a child in the body of a man for a son. You will not be a man until you have bed a woman."

Black shadows form in the corners of Leon's vision, breaths coming out in shortened gasps. But the King isn't done. "So make of your mind Leon. You either bed the woman I've set for you, or am I going to have to make an example of that pretty little princess of yours?"

Leon's eyes widen, shaking his head as best he could with the hand around his throat.

Not her. Anyone but her.

He doesn't have time to think about his decision, only worried about what he could do to you.

His answer comes out pathetic, a whisper that leads back to a broken heart. "I'll- do it-"

The King let's go instantly, inhaling deeply as his fist clenches. "Excellent."

He ignores Leon's coughs and gasps for air, clapping his hands. "Bring her in."

The doors open and the skirts of a deep red dress embroidered with black flowers flows gracefully into the room.

The woman drops deep into a curtsy and grins at the prince. "Hello, your highness."

That night was not one that Leon would ever forget. His father watched every second. Up until the end, after Lady Ada had been escorted out. After the lights had all dwindled and melted wax pooled at the bottom of candelabras. After Leon had wiped his tears and sat in the bed with slumped naked shoulders.

And then, The King stood from his chair to leave. But not without saying these words.

"You will not tell anyone. Not even your mother. If you do, you can kiss your princess goodbye." He'd placed a hand on Leon's shoulder.

"You are a man now. Congratulations, son."

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"Ouch! Nara Vella!"

Your sister grimaces and loosens her grip on your hair. "Oh, sorry (y/n)! I've been practicing but I just can't get this braid right..."

You sigh, gently taking the braid from her and demonstrating how it should be done. "Over, under, untangle. You can do it Nara, just repeat those actions."

She gives a determined nod and this time, completes the braid just as you showed her.

"I did it!" She places the braid over your shoulder so you can see it. "Do you like it?"

You hum, smiling gently. "I love it, little sister."

Nara Vella giggles, throwing her hands up in triumph.

A knock comes at your door. Jill's uncertain voice a moment later. "Prince Leon, Your highness."

You roll your eyes, undoing the braid and grabbing a hairbrush. "Tell him to leave, Jill."

Nara Vella's eyes dart between you and the door, wringing her hands to ease her uncomfortability. "Um, perhaps I should come back another time...-"

The door burst open.

You look in the reflection of the mirror, eyeing Leon as he struts in like a King.

"We need to talk, (Y/n)."

"No. I don't believe we do."

A tense silence falls over the room. The two of you glare at each other in the reflection, both waiting for the other to say something.

Nara Vella clears her throat, lifting her yellow skirts and giving Prince Leon a clumsy curtsy. "I will take my leave now... Your highness."

She leaves, only smiling awkwardly in your direction before practically running out of the room.

Jill frowns apologetically and closes the door to give you privacy.

You huff a breath, continuing to brush the braid from your hair. "I would appreciate if you'd stop forcing my guard to obey you."

He steps closer. "We need to talk."

You hum. "So you've said."

"I want you to listen to me."

"And I wanted to be your first."

Leon's expression falls, something close to guilt overcoming his features.

"Though I suppose we can't all get what we want."

You put down the brush and stand, walking forward until you're right in his face, looking up into his bright eyes. You try not to drown in the weight of his gaze."...Do you regret it?"

His eyes flash. "More than anything."

You lick your lips, forcing the burning tears away. "Then... why did you?"

He reaches for your hand, but you're quick to yank it away. His brows furrow, breaths hollow and desperate. "Are you willing to let me explain?"

Are you?

He waits for your answer, both breathing the other's air. Your lips are close enough to share a kiss, something you'd normally kill for...

But you aren't ready to get your heart broken again.

You inhale, about to give your answer.

But then you see it. In his eyes, a flicker.

Pain. Desperation. Worry. Fear.

Love.

You'd once told him his eyes were like oceans. And it didn't help that his emotions hid poorly within those seas.

You could read him like an open book. It really wasn't hard.

Before... You suppose you didn't want to know.

You answer.

"Yes."

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Words would never be enough to explain how you felt.

Horrified doesn't even begin to reach it.

You'd welcomed him into your arms as he rested his head in the crook of your neck, spilling the secrets that'd plagued his mind for years.

And by the time he's finished, you still can't get the disgusted look off your face. "Leon- That's-... I'm so-... Great Gods, I wish you'd told me earlier." You gently run your fingers through his hair. "I feel like such an ass. I'm so sorry for not hearing you out, my love."

You coax his head from your neck and hold his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks. "You are a man. To me, and by definition. It wouldn't have mattered if you had bed a woman first or not. I will never see you any different." His eyes begin to water and his lip wobbles. "Your father, is a fool to see you any different."

Leon sighs, removing his hands from your hips and placing them over yours. "And... You still love me? Even though I didn't save myself for you?"

You shush him, brows furrowing. "Of course I do. That wasn't your decision." You look him deep in his eyes, placing a hand over his heart. "It wasn't your fault."

His eyes close. "It wasn't my fault."

"It wasn't your fault."

Relief.

Relief so strong his shoulders slump and he nearly falls to his knees.

You're quick to catch him, sliding your arms under his and clinging to the back of his shirt.

His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close as shuddered breaths pass from between his lips.

The truth will set you free.

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Did anyone see that coming? I know for a fact y'all didn't lmaoo

This isn't the end! We have 2 more chapters, me thinks.

Will Lady Ada continue to live in the Kingdom of Duevaula? Will anyone else ever know of the Kings harshness toward Prince Leon? How would the Queen react to such news? Do you still have the chance of becoming Queen?

See you next chapter!

-Via 💕

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Three Assholes

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were sure this grocery trip would be like any other. But of course, everything goes awry.

Tw: Harassment, fear, slight panic, ugh men, hurt/comfort

Please be careful reading this if you're easily triggered by these things and still want to read.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Enjoy!

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"Okay, baby please don't let us forget anything on that list..."

Your boyfriend, Leon, scoffs. "How are we gonna forget if I have the list right here- Ah, shit. Where'd it go?"

You sigh and bring a hand to your forehead as Leon feels his pockets before whipping around in a circle. He then spots the paper on the ground and swipes it up, offering an embarrassed smile. "Don't worry, angel. I've got it."

You smile at him, shaking your head as you push the cart forward.

For a while, everything goes normally. He helps you stay on track when you begin to stray to miscellaneous things. And you help him in remembering the things you'd both put on the list.

Until the last item was located all the way across the Supermart, while another was closer by.

Leon plucks the paper from your fingers. "I'll go and get the far one. You get the closer one."

He's already backing away but you're unsure. "Are you sure you can handle it, Lee?"

He eyes you over his shoulder. "I've got the list, don't I?"

And with that, he's gone.

You move on, rolling the cart to the aisle that held what you needed.

You stroll down until the heavy item catches your eye. You pick it up, smiling in triumph, before crouching down to put it at the bottom of the cart.

Suddenly a low whistle catches your attention.

You instantly turn around and are met with three men. They each smirk at you, eyeing you up and down.

A chill rolls down your spine and you circle around the cart to get back to the handle. One of them calls out to you. "Damn, ma. You real fine-"

You immediately cut him off, pulling the cart back. "Sorry, I'm taken."

You turn the cart around, walking in the opposite direction as your heart pounds so loud you hear it in your ears.

You walk into an open area of the store, breathing out a sigh of relief.

A piece of clothing catches your eye and you're pulled in by it.

You admire each sweater for a few minutes, until that same chill runs down your spine again.

You take a peek over your shoulder, sweat blooming on your brow.

They're following you.

You swivel the cart, moving in another direction. And then another. And another.

You peek.

Still. There.

Panic.

Your breathing accelerates.

Still keeping a steady pace, you pull out your phone and dial Leon's number. He picks up instantly. "I told you I could do it on my own-"

"Leon."

He goes silent.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?" His tone abandoned its playfulness, now slightly panicked and serious.

You try not to show fear, steadying your breathing and whispering into the phone. "Where are you?"

"At the back of the store- What's. Wrong."

You hear the footsteps behind you getting louder and whimper. "They're following me..."

He curses and you hear the sound of rustling through the phone. "Who? Who's following you (Y/N)?"

One of them laughs and you flinch. "I-I don't know! There's- Three. Three guys- Just, get over here, please..."

You turn into an aisle and stop short, one of the men standing in front of your cart. You turn to go back, but the other two are there, blocking your path.

Your hands shake, nearly dropping the phone. "Leon..."

One of them steps forward, the same one that spoke earlier. "Hey, dumplin'. We were being real kind before..." He steps closer and you back up against the cart.

Where the hell is everyone?!

The man smirks at you. "Me and my buddies didn't really appreciate how you cut me off earlier-"

He cuts himself off this time, slightly choking as a large hand holds him by the back of his neck. "Well, it's a good thing neither of us care about what you, or your crew, appreciate."

You breathe a sigh of relief.

Leon tosses the guy back, stepping toward you and placing a hand on the small of your back. "Are you alright?"

You nod, catching your breath and trying to stop the shaking in your hands.

A crowd has begun to form, whispering among themselves with pitying looks on their faces.

The shortest one steps forward, holding out his hands. "Hey man, we don't want any trouble-"

Leon steps forward, towering over him. "Well then step away because if you're not out of my sight in the next 5 seconds, trouble is exactly what you're gonna get, asshole."

Your boyfriend isn't huge, but he definitely isn't small either. He towers over each of the guys by at least a head. His shirt tightens over his muscles, showing off just how much he works on his physique.

His glare nearly burns a hole in their backs as all three of the men scamper away like dogs with their tails between their legs.

The crowd begins to dissipate as quickly as it came, noises of approval and disgust slowly fading away with it.

Leon turns to you, cupping your cheeks and checking over your face and body for any signs of injury. "Fuck, I'm so sorry it took me so long. I should've never left you in the first place- Are you sure you're alright princess-"

You stop his rambling, gently placing your fingers over his lips. You smile gently as you proceed to wrap your arms around his waist.

He freezes for a second, before slowly hugging you back.

"Thank you, Leon."

He shakes his head. "There's no need to thank me." He inhales the smell of your hair. "Jesus I was so worried..."

You pull away, looking to your cart and grimacing. "Next time, we should shorten our list..."

He chuckles, brushing the hair from your face. "I'm just glad you're okay..."

The rest of the trip ends peacefully.

Leon stays by your side every second, glaring at any guy who looks at you for longer than a second.

You're glad you have him.

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If you ever feel unsafe, don't be afraid to reach out for help! Whether that be from a stranger, or calling someone you know on the phone. This is for boys, girls, and everyone in-between!

You're all beautiful people and I'd hate if anything happened to any of you :(

Be careful out there pls! <3

-Via 💕

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link is here if anybody else wants to do it!! 💞

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Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Welcome back everyone! <3

Tbh, I wasn't expecting Chapter 1 to get so much attention ;-; Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to continue this into a series! I'm glad y'all like this idea so much!

I have some big, BIG plans for this story >:)

But overall, it shouldn't be any more than 5 or 6 chapters long.

Without further ado, let's dive right back into this desperate love that fights to thrive in the middle of royal court.

☆*: .｡. Behind Closed Doors - Chapter 2

Medieval!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: An unexpected visitor arrives at Duevaula court. Betrayal and despair threaten to shatter your and Prince Leon's relationship into pieces. Will your love prevail, or will you never be able to live with this new possibility?

Tw: MEDIEVAL TIMELINE AND SPEECH, talk of purity and virginity, religious opinions, mentions of pregnancy, betrayal, angst, mentions of past sexy-times

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Enjoy! <3

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Soft sunlight shines through your windows, warming your skin and softly kissing away the aftereffects of sleep.

Your eyes slowly blink open.

It takes a moment for you to adjust to your surroundings, the new room you'd just begun to live in still foreign.

Though, not as foreign as the man you are currently curled up against.

You look at him, mesmerized by the way the sun managed to perfectly gleam over every detail of his warm skin and golden hair.

It bounces off of his cheekbones, lightening every aspect of his beautifully sculpted features. His eyelashes rest against his pink cheeks, lips parted as soft snores pour from them. You're more than smitten.

Your heart is filled with love.

When he starts to shift and grunt you know his sleep is ending and quickly close your eyes, pretending you've been asleep.

His muscles contract under yours, arms stretching above the blankets as he groans and yawns.

There's a pause of silence, and then his fingers begin to skim over your bare shoulder, drawing indescribable patterns. "I know you're awake (Y/N)..."

You hold back a laugh and keep your eyes closed, your shoulders trembling. He chuckles softly.

The next thing you know, he's slipping out from up under you and hovering over your body. "Sorry, princess. That little trick won't work on me!"

Light fingers scatter across your skin, tickling you and causing you to jerk away with a sudden shriek.

"Okay-! Okay, Leon! I'm awake!"

His hands come to a halt, instead going to your waist as he leans down and places teasing kisses along your neck.

You moan, gripping onto his shoulders and relishing in the pleasurable feeling. That is, until he dives his hips into yours.

His hardening... cock makes contact with your aching clit, and you let out a hiss, hand flattening against his chest. "Leon... I'm sore..."

He pauses his ministrations, bringing his head back too look at you with that playful smirk. "Oh... sorry about that-"

You immediately catch his double meaning, smacking his chest with a huff. He only laughs.

Albeit, his laugh cuts short when a knock comes at your door.

You hardly have time to be afraid before your guard, Jill, whispers through the hard wood. "Apologies, my lady! The Queen is on her way!"

You and Leon instantly break apart. Him flying off of your bed and tugging all of his clothes back on, and you dashing over to your wardrobe to get dressed for the day. Luckily enough, your servants had taught you how to dress yourself without help should there ever be an emergency.

Once the both of you have cleaned and are dressed and freshened up, Leon approaches you and places his hands on your cheeks.

Before you can even get a word out, he smushes your lips to his.

He takes your breath away, kissing you so deep you stumble a little in surprise.

Once he pulls away, you're both out of breath, panting and gazing into each other's eyes. His pink lips remain parted as he stares at you, committing every detail of your face to memory all over again.

"I love you."

Your heart jumps as if it is trying to run to him. "I- I love you too..."

And with one final look at you over his shoulder, he walks to the door, and struts out.

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You're sitting at your vanity doing your hair when a strong rap knocks at your door.

You exhale through your nose, immediately knowing who it is. "Enter."

Not even a second later, your mother waltzes into your rooms. "My Darling Daughter! How are you, my little desert rose?"

You smile at her through the mirror. "Hello mother. I'm doing alright... And you?"

She seems to ignore your question and steps behind you, reaching for a hairbrush and swatting your hands away. "Perhaps you can explain something to me, my dear..."

Your breathing begins to accelerate, but you school your expression into curiosity. "Yes, mother?"

Your mother hums, lightly brushing through the stands of your hair. "A little birdie told me... That his highness, Prince Leon, was seen making his way to your chambers last night..."

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. You can't lie too much; she'll see right through you! "Yes, well... He only came to reintroduce himself, since we never really got to know each other earlier yesterday..."

You're met with silence.

You peek at the mirror to see her reaction. Her face shows no emotion, but her grip on your hair tightens. "I see..."

She senses a lie, but she isn't able to prove it.

She releases your hair and puts the hairbrush down before stepping away and motioning for you to stand.

And you do, standing on wobbling legs and turning to face her.

Her posture has changed. Her back straight and chin held high.

You aren't speaking to your mother anymore.

You are speaking to the Queen.

"(Y/N), you do realize the importance of a lady's purity-"

You sigh and hold back the urge to roll your eyes. "Of course, mother. Bedding a man should wait until a lady is tied to him under the eyes of God-"

Her hand shoots out. You gasp when it connects with your shoulder, squeezing so tight your skin may bruise. You stare at her, a chill running down your spine as a wave of fear washes over you. She's smiling tightly, leaning in to whisper in your ear. "Good. Then I am sure you understand what will happen to you, if you were to indulge in intercourse before your wedding?"

You're shaking, thoughts scattering in your brain. You nod quickly.

The Queen lets you go, straightening once again and brushing off her golden skirts. "Excellent! I'm proud to see that you are setting yourself along the right path."

You place a hand on your abdomen, trying to will air to return to your lungs when she looks at you over her shoulder. "Oh, and (Y/N)?"

You hum, the sound of it low and hard to hear. She smiles at you. "Do not disappoint the Kingdom of Islandia. Do so, and we may have to be the ones to set an example of you."

And with that, she leaves you to collapse in your room, your lungs choking under the weight of her presence.

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A couple of hours later, your presence is requested at the royal court by none other than the King of Duevaula.

Apparently, your family was called upon by another royal house who'd come to settle an issue with Duevaula.

What they'd wanted with Islandia's royals, you had no clue.

Your sister walks at your side as the court doors are opened for you. The second your names are announced, all eyes are on you.

You try not to shy under the attention, keeping your head held high as you approach the steps that lead to the King and Queen's thrones.

You drop into a low curtsy. "Your Majesties." Your sister copies your action.

They nod to the two of you, their faces hard and conflicted.

It is then that you notice the high tension in the room. You're ushered to stand by your parents, who stand to the right of the king.

You try to make eye contact with Leon, who stands by his mother's side, but he doesn't even seem to notice you're there.

Instead, his eyes are focused on the grand doors of the court room, his eyes wide and skin pale.

You begin to worry that perhaps he'd fallen ill, when the court doors suddenly opened.

"Announcing Lord Darien Wong, and his daughter, Lady Ada Wong."

A brisk wind enters the room when they do, every person falling silent.

A quiet so loud a single pin could drop, and everyone would hear it.

Lord Darien bows low. "Your Majesties." His daughter curtsies. Not low enough, but enough to show the right about of respect to the throne.

The King offers no reaction, waving his hand for them to continue.

Lord Darien clears his throat. "Thank you for allowing us to be present within your court. It is truly an honor to stand before a King so-"

The King scoffs. "Yes, yes. I believe that is enough of the pleasantries, Darien. You are beginning to bore me. Get to the point."

The Lord blanches, quickly nodding his head. "Of course, your grace... I have come... to offer my daughter to the young prince."

Your heart stops.

Immediately, cries of outrage ring around the court.

The King silences everyone by a raise of his hand. "I believe you are quite behind, Lord Darien. My son is already engaged to the eldest daughter of Islandia, Princess (Y/N)."

Your mother steps forward. "How impudent must you be? You appear in front of a royal court with this?"

Sweat begins to line Lord Darien's forehead. "Of course, I would not come here to ask this without reason-"

The King rolls his neck, sighing in annoyance. "And what reason couple possibly be enough to break the alliance between our two Kingdoms?"

Lady Ada, who'd been as quiet as you during the whole ordeal, steps forward. She glances at you, the light of a challenge in her dark eyes. You had to admit, she was quite beautiful. Short raven hair, soft features, and red skirts that accented her beauty quite well. If only she hadn't looked at you with... that look in her eye.

Her next words stun everyone into silence.

"Because I am with child. His child."

Silence.

Pure, petrifying, still, overwhelming silence.

Your lungs refuse to bring you air.

You place a hand over your heart, willing it to beat again.

Your sister grabs your arm. You can't tell if it's to help steady you, or if she's trying to get your attention.

The Queen's eyes widen, turning toward Leon with fury in her eyes. "Is this true?"

He glances at you, mouth opening and closing much like a fish. But he has no words. The Queen inhales a sharp breath before standing. "Set a room for Lord Darian and Lady Ada. We will revisit this after we have figured out a few things."

Once the Lord and Lady are escorted out of the courtroom, The Queen looks around the room, glaring as people whisper in each other's ears and point at you. "Get out! All of you!"

The room clears in seconds, leaving a small number of guards and the royal families.

Nara Vella rubs your shoulder.

The Queen sharply turns back towards Leon. "Boy... You better have a good excuse for what just happened in this court. Is what she said true?" Leon's mouth remains shut, eyes flickering to his father, and then to you.

The Queen snaps her fingers in his face. "Tell me, Leon! Did you bed that woman!"

"Yes!"

Your knees nearly give out.

"I did! But-! But it was a long time ago! It never meant anything-"

You don't hear the rest of the conversation, blood roaring in your ears so loud and black spots appearing in your vision.

"(Y/N)-!" Your sister calls your name and everyone's eyes snap to your falling body.

☆

You think back to when you'd come to Duevaula only a day ago.

You were so mesmerized by it's beauty, eyes lighting at the view of luscious trees and clear skies.

Now you sit on the windowsill of your rooms, drowning in the despair the heavy rain had brought.

After what'd happened in the courtroom, you'd fainted and were carried to your chambers to rest. You'd woken up hours ago but told Jill you didn't want to see anyone.

Your robes splay out behind you, wind from the open window causing the fabric to toss and turn.

You hear your door softly open and sigh. "I don't want to see you."

Leon steps closer. "I thought I'd come and see how you're doing..."

"I am doing fine. Oh, and I do not want to see you."

He sighs, rubbing a hand down his neck. "About what happened in the courtroom... I am sorry, (Y/n). I should have told you. I just- I didn't know how to explain-... I can only beg for your forgiveness-"

Your body temperature rises. "My forgiveness...?"

You slowly stand and turn away from the window to look at him.

His eyes look tired, eyebags now rest on his once perfect face. His lips are chapped, clothes and hair ruffled and out of place.

You stalk toward him. "How? How could I possibly, find it within myself to forgive you?"

You will the tremble out of your voice and point a finger at his chest, causing him to take a step back.

"How dare you ask for my forgiveness?!"

He stutters, forced back another step, but you step forward.

"Over the last 6 years, I have given my everything to you!" Tears gather in your eyes, hands trembling when you shove him back another step.

"My Heart-" You push him again. "My love-!" And again. "My body-!" Again.

You're sobbing now, anger and frustration blinding you. You wrap your arms around yourself, backing away from him. "My- My virtue..."

He reaches for you, but you step away, glaring at him. "It would do us no good for you to be around me... You may take your leave."

His face pales. "M- My Lady, please just let me explain-"

"Jill!"

Not even a moment passes before the door swings open. Jill looks between the two of you for barely a second before holding the door open for Leon. "Your highness."

Leon's eyes plead to you, beg you to hear him out. But your heart can't take anymore. You look away from him and his face falls.

He walks to the door, feet shuffling in defeat. He turns when he passes the door, expression desperate, yet hopeful. "I'll fix this."

Jill shuts the door behind them without a second thought.

And just like that, you're left alone with your thoughts once again.

Who would've known...

Just this morning, you'd been so happy just being in his arms.

And you realize, you've only ever felt happiest with him, behind a closed door.

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Chapter 3

-Via 💕

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