Honey, Come Over
honey, come over
rating: E STARS!Chris Redfield/STARS!Reader/Rookie!Leon 18+ warnings: AFAB!GN!Reader, FWB (Chris and Reader), threesome, jealousy, catching feelings, fingering, p in v sex, blowjob, come swallowing, snowballing, rimming, handjobs, cunnilingus, anal sex, sexual picture, creampie, slight angst, no gendered terms, no use of y/n word count 7.5k summary: You and Chris devise a plot to get Leon in on your little "arrangement" you two have. What you don't expect are the hitches, namely coming from Chris. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49661005
You pushed into the S.T.A.R.S. office with hurried steps. Your eyes scanned the room and fell on Chris propped up at his desk, feet on the edge and a file in his hand. You stormed over quickly, grabbing the file, and you slammed it down on the desk. Chris tipped forward in his chair; a what the hell started up from his throat, but you twisted him to face you.
“Have you seen the new rookie?”
There was an urgency in your voice, and Chris furrowed his brow. “What, Branagh’s new recruit?” You nodded violently. “No, why?”
“Come here.”
You grabbed Chris by the back of his shirt, pulling him forward until he was forced to stand up; you hauled him outside and down the hall.
“Are you serious? Wesker’s gonna have my ass if I don’t finish these reports.”
“Shut up, Chris, holy god, when have I ever led you wrong?” A quick beat. “Don’t answer that.” You rounded the corner to the stairs and took them two at a time, letting go of Chris as he followed you with dragging feet. The door to the west offices was propped open, so you were able to slink in and rest your elbows onto the little railing just inside. You turned back and gestured for Chris to settle beside you.
“This better be–”
You grabbed Chris by the chin and swiveled his head until you knew he saw him. He was sitting at his desk, twisting what appeared to be a few padlocks. He jerked at one which earned a few laughs from the squad. Chris flicked his dark eyes over to you.
“Yeah. Told you.” You were smug, and Chris didn’t even have it in himself to argue with you. You both resumed your looks at the rookie. The prettiest little face in the whole building, soft blonde hair–how could you not stare? Chris stood up tall and started to move down the stairs. You grabbed his bicep, feeling it firm against your palm. “What are you doing?”
“Uh, I’m going to introduce myself.” Chris gave you a look that seemed to say duh?
“No you’re not. I found him.” You twisted your face, and Chris raised a brow, smirking.
“Please, I bet I can get him in the locker room before the end of the week.”
“Oh, yeah fucking right, Redfield. Look at him.” You both pointedly turned your gazes to the rookie. Whatever his task was had him pacing the room, checking desks. There was a slight flush to his face, pink and adorable, but there was also a triumphant look in his eyes. “He’s like if a golden retriever was a person, dude. No way he’ll go for you.”
“Like you’re much better?” Chris fired back. “I’ve been in bed with you enough to know you’d tear him apart without any supervision.”
That last word. There was a note of silence that held a dawning understanding. You both grinned, and there was a nod. You pushed at each other, too giddy to contain the need to rough each other up, and there was a sharp call of hey! that made you both stop.
“Is there a reason half of alpha’s in my squadroom right now?” Lieutenant Branagh shouted, putting his hands on his hips. The rest of his unit turned to stare up at the two of you, including the rookie. He’d made his way near the small staircase and was looking up with the softest blue eyes you’d ever seen. You were transfixed, but Chris elbowed your ribs.
“Sorry, Lieutenant, just heard we had a new kid,” you answered honestly. You tilted back down to look at Leon, and you offered him a quick wink. A blush immediately rose to his face.
“Didn’t realize S.T.A.R.S. gave a damn about the other half,” Elliot muttered from his desk, just loud enough to be heard. Chris shot him a glare.
“Well, I’ll be letting your captain know his top officers are wasting time in my office instead of doing the things I know he’s assigned you.” Marvin reached out and picked up the receiver to his desk phone and, undoubtedly, punched in Wesker’s extension.
“We’re just leaving, lieutenant,” Chris assured, guiding you out by your shoulders. “Nice to see you, rookie!”
The two of you started back up the stairs, heads pressed together, a mess of conspiracy. You were only interrupted when Wesker cut you off in the hall, folding his arms, and a scowl crossed his face.
Overtime stung that night, but it gave you both time to plot.
The next morning, you were at work painfully early. You had slipped into the west office after getting them unlocked by reception. It took begging, but you earned your way down the small set of stairs over to the station containing the coffee maker. You flicked it on, and you quickly set up a pot to brew. You even washed out a mug. Surely if Wesker saw the effort you were putting in, he’d ream you for it. You could hear him now: All this and you can’t even provide a single report on time? You’re worse than Chris.
You drummed your fingers over the counter before sliding your gaze over to the rookie’s desk. You craned your neck. It was open, meaning he’d figured out whatever that mess with the padlocks was yesterday, and it looked neat. It wasn’t yet messy with assignments. Though, you imagined he was likely a pretty well-put together guy.
The coffee maker went quiet as it finished brewing. Just as it did, you heard the door to the office open, and you looked up. The rookie, already dressed in his uni blues, was above you. You smiled warmly. “Hey, new guy. Leon, right?”
“Right.” He smiled back, and he took the steps slowly, still watching you. “You’re with S.T.A.R.S.” An observation. You stuck your hand out and offered him your name. “Leon Kennedy,” he provided after you, squeezing your hand tight, like he had something to prove.
“Good to meet you.” You lifted the coffee pot from the warmer with a soft thunk, and you poured yourself some. You pulled free another mug, and you tilted it toward him. “Want some?”
“Yeah, sure. Thanks. Do you guys not have a maker in your office?” Leon asked.
You poured him some coffee and slid back the pot. “We do. This one’s better, though.” A lie that came easily to you. Leon didn’t even question it. It almost made you feel a little bad. He was cute. You passed him the mug, not bothering to add anything to it, and Leon took it gratefully. He blew on the hot liquid gently. The steam curled toward you, and you met his gaze over the lip of the cup. His blue eyes looked a little bloodshot. There was too much cologne on him, and your lip curled up. “Rough first day, I take it?”
“What do you mean?” Leon furrowed his brows.
“You’re hungover.”
At that, Leon went still. “Is it obvious?”
“You went a little heavy on the cover-up,” you told him, adding cream to your coffee. You stirred it slowly with a plastic spoon, and you tossed it away before raising your own mug to your lips. Eyes alight with amusement, you raked your gaze over his form as Leon turned your words over in his mind. “It’ll be fine. Just go get into your uniform early, and no one will know.”
“I’ll do that.” Leon took a sip. The coffee was still numbingly hot, and you could see that it burned by the way his lips turned brighter. He rolled them together, trying to numb the sting, and you wished you had the nerve to corner him and kiss it away. But you were thinking with the wrong head. If this was going to work, you and Chris had to move carefully. “Are you usually here this early?”
“Sometimes.” Not technically a lie. You found that the longer you spoke to the younger man, the less you wanted to outright deceive him. He was good, brimming with a passion you’d long lost since your days in the army, and it helped to see it alive in someone else. Leon nodded.
“Well, it’ll be nice to see you. I mean–” The rookie cleared his throat. “It’s good to know someone.”
“Yeah, I get you.” You shot him a little smile, reassuring. Leon returned it. Oh, you wanted to tear him apart. “You know, Chris is a good guy, too. If you see him around, talk to him.”
“That’s who was with you yesterday?” Leon asked, and he took another sip. There was the sound of someone else entering–or leaving–the building. It was reminding you that time was passing, and you needed to get out of here before Lieutenant Branagh chewed you out again.
“Yeah. That’s him.” You quickly drained your coffee despite the way it burned your throat, and you laid the mug aside. Hey, you’d already washed it once. If you were lucky, Elliot would be the grumbling asshole that had to clean up after you. “Well, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow probably.”
“Sure. Oh, hey.” Leon stopped you with a touch to your arm. For a moment, your mind went wild, wondering what he could possibly need to say, what he might do. But then Leon gestured to a spot on his neck while he nodded at you. “You’ve got–there’s a–a bruise.”
Your hand flew up to cover the spot he motioned to. Your bottom lip pinched between your teeth, frustration boiling up. Chris. You knew he’d latched onto you hard last night, but to put it where it could be seen? When he knew you were going to be talking to Leon? Oh, he was a dead man. “Thanks, rookie.”
“Leon,” he corrected. It was hard not to tease him, but you obliged.
“Thanks, Leon.” You backed out toward the stairs, climbing them. “Take it easy out there.”
You thundered your way up to the S.T.A.R.S. office, and you briefly considered sabotaging something about Chris’ desk. But when you opened a drawer, began rifling through the files, you found a beaten up polaroid he’d taken of you in his bed. It made you soft. You closed the drawer quietly, and you set to work on your reports.
The week dragged on. It killed you getting up so early. But it was worth it getting to speak to the rookie. You knew Chris was working him at closing, typically catching him doing something menial in the library. Whatever you two had been doing, it was working. Leon visibly perked up whenever he saw you. The only time you were late, you were rewarded with a there you are and the brightest smile showing off Leon’s little crooked canine.
By Friday, you had settled into an easy routine, and this time, you had a plan. You’d discussed it with Chris, and, while it was relatively soon, you felt good about your odds.
“Morning!” Leon called as he bounced down the steps. You pressed a mug into his hands as soon as he rounded the corner.
“Morning,” you murmured. “Hey, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Shoot.” Leon took a sip. He walked past you toward his desk, and you followed him. Leon sat down, at his chair, and you slid onto the desk itself, crossing one leg.
“Chris and I are headed to his place tonight to hang out. We’ll probably put on some football and just–I don’t know, fuck around.” Leon tipped his head back as he scooted his chair closer to his desk. His arm was brushing against the side of your thigh. “Wanna come?”
“Really?” Leon looked genuinely excited. There was a sparkle in those beautiful eyes, and you grinned despite yourself. “That’d be great. Should I bring anything?”
“Just yourself.” You shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay, yeah. When should I be there?”
“Just whenever you can. If you want to go home after your shift, that’s fine.” You were planning on staying the night with Chris no matter how the evening panned out, so it didn’t much matter. Chris had insisted.
That, in tandem with the photo you had found earlier in the week and the bruise he’d left, was only complicating things. You two had been having sex for a while now, and the intended addition of Leon was supposed to keep up the casual nature of it all. But Chris was being too…Chris. And it was adding another layer to the whole thing you didn’t like.
“Sure. Yeah, I can be by a few hours after–what’s the address?” Leon picked up a yellow pad of paper and pen, which you quickly plucked from him, your hands bumping against the rookie’s.
“Here.” You scribbled it down quickly, and you shoved it toward Leon. He looked it over, clearly trying to map the city in his brain. “It’s that big brown building on Pennsylvania avenue, if that helps.”
“It does. I’ll find it.” Leon grinned up at you. “Thanks.”
“No worries.” You reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder, an affectionate weight, and you saw him brighten even further. You were only a few years older than him, but sometimes, it felt like a lifetime. Leon ripped off the piece of paper that contained the address. He folded it up and stuffed it in his shirt pocket. You watched his fingers flit over the button and secure it quickly. For safekeeping. He even patted the spot while he looked up at you. “Well, I guess I’ll let you get to it. Are they letting you drive yet?”
“I get to today,” Leon said, sitting a little straighter. You nodded.
“Look at you. Growing up so fast.” Your hand raised further and ruffled his blonde hair. Bold, a little teasing, and you saw his smile as he ducked away from you, shoving at your hand.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” But Leon looked pleased at your attention. His ears were a little redder than before, and you thought more about tonight. Leon flipped his wrist over and checked the time. You mirrored his actions and swore.
“Ah, shit. Wesker’s gonna kick my ass. Sorry, rookie. We’ll see you tonight.” You couldn’t wait for a response, but you did hear his soft voice saying something as you rushed your way out of the squadroom and into the main lobby, stumbling as you tried to make it around the corner before you were given more overtime.
Luckily, the meeting hadn’t started just yet, and you sighed as you sank into the only empty chair beside Chris. He’d saved you a spot. Chris leaned over and whispered in your ear, too close, too intimate in the office. “Hey. Talk to Leon?”
“He’s on board,” you mumbled back, turning slightly. Your noses brushed together, and you jolted backwards. “Not sure when, but…” You nodded, and Chris hummed in thought.
“Good.”
But there was something in his tone, and you flashed him a look. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing.” But Chris couldn’t lie to save his life. He wore his emotions like cheap perfume: loud, suffocating. You frowned. Chris caved. “Okay, it’s just–”
“Enough chatter.”
Wesker’s voice shattered the air and rebuilt it thick with tension. You shifted in your seat to look up at the corkboard, and your captain flicked his gaze between you and Chris. He opted not to say anything, though, and he began to drone on about the case you were all working on.
You kept your eyes forward, but you could feel that Chris wasn’t. Heat prickled along the back of your neck, and you knew he was sneaking glances.
Chris kept his distance for the rest of the day.
You only got back with him when Chris drove you both to his apartment. Once upstairs, you couldn’t take it anymore, and you slammed his door shut as he walked forward. Chris picked up his remote and turned on the tv. The night was already falling, autumn in full effect, and you flicked on the lights.
“Okay, spill. You’ve been acting fucking weird.”
“I know.”
You stepped forward, closer to him. Chris placed his palms on your cheeks, and he crushed you to him in a kiss born out of desperation. You pulled back. “Chris. Talk to me. You promised when we started this.”
“I know.” Chris raced his thumbs along your cheeks. “I just can’t figure it out–god, let me kiss you. And then I swear I will.” It was a slippery slope. You knew if Chris kissed you it would end up as something else. But you couldn’t tear your eyes away from those too-soft Bambi eyes, and you melted in his hold. A quick nod, and your mouths were locked together. Tongues flicked, pressed, sank into one another with aching familiarity. This was something you were good at together.
Sure enough, Chris pulled you onto the couch. He crawled above you, and his hands grazed up your thighs until he palmed at you through your jeans. Your clit lept to attention, pushing into your underwear. Wetness beaded between your lips as Chris started to unbutton your pants.
“The rookie–”
“Said he wouldn’t be here for a while.” Chris huffed a soft exhale into your mouth. He needed this; you could feel it in the way he shook. “Please.”
“Alright.”
Chris pulled your clothes down, and his fingers trailed up between your folds. He relished in how immediate your body’s response was. And truthfully, it had never been this way for anyone else. Chris did something to you, and, if you thought about too long, it frightened you. But for now, you focused on the pads of his fingers dragging patterns across your swollen nerves, stroking your clit with tender movements.
“Chris,” you breathed. “Fuck, put your fingers inside. Gotta feel it.”
“God, I love hearing you like this,” Chris growled out; he dipped lower until he was prodding at your cunt. You spread your thighs as much as your half-on jeans would allow. Chris pushed two fingers inside; your walls stretched to accommodate his thick digits, and you moaned softly. Chris dipped his head to kiss at your neck. When his teeth flashed out, you clicked your tongue.
“Don’t leave another fucking hickey.”
“Why not?” he whined.
“You left that last one so the rookie would–ah.” You cut yourself off with a quick cry as Chris curled his fingers, pressing upwards until you clenched around him. A soft there it is from Chris, and you wished it didn’t feel so good so you could keep chastising him.
“What did I do?” Chris asked innocently. Your hips bucked when his other hand moved to paw at your clit in time with the movements of his fingers.
“Shut up.”
Your cunt squelched as Chris kept fingering you. Knuckle-deep with each press forward, you couldn’t stop the constant rocking of your hips. You were grinding roughly into his touches, and your orgasm started to boil, sinking its teeth into your skin. You were so close–
A knock at the door. You moaned, and Chris started to pull away.
“No, please, I’m right there,” you begged, reaching out to pull at his shirt. Chris’ eyes fluttered at the look on your face, and he shifted back closer.
“Don’t be loud.”
You tried. You really did. You choked down your moan, but it still bounced for a few precious seconds before Chris removed his hand from your clit and slapped his hand across your mouth. Soft keens of his name filled his palm while he let you fuck down on his fingers as slick spilled over him. Another knock cut you short, and Chris looked toward the door.
He pulled away from you, wiping his hand on his jeans. You scrambled to pull up your pants as Chris opened the door. You turned to try and hide the obvious motions of zipping yourself up and securing your button as Leon walked in. In his hand was some sort of tray.
“Glad you could make it,” Chris said as he stepped into the kitchen, trying to take Leon’s eyes off of you. You were grateful for it when Leon swiveled to look at him.
“Yeah, thanks for having me.” Leon set down the tray, tearing off the plastic bag that covered it. “I know you both said I didn’t have to bring anything, but I figured I would anyway.”
You finished straightening your clothes, and you stood from the couch. There was a slight wet spot from where you’d leaked, and you panicked. You grabbed one of Chris’ shirts discarded on the floor, and you tossed it across the cushion to cover it. Chris was popping open the plastic on the tray.
“Really, you didn’t need to,” you said as you walked over. Meat and cheese. Simple. You grabbed a slice of pepperoni and popped it into your mouth. “I didn’t bring anything.”
“Yeah, what gives?” Chris teased. “The rookie’s already done more for me, and you practically live here.”
You shot a look at Chris. You weren’t sure what his plan was with that line, but Leon raised a brow. Maybe he was just trying to get the kid’s interest. Maybe he was being too Chris again. You grabbed another pepperoni and chewed on it in annoyance.
“You guys are pretty close,” Leon said. Chris walked over to the fridge, and his fingers curled around a can of soda. He tossed it to Leon who caught it easily.
“I guess so,” you said; it was Chris’ turn to fire a look your way. You gave the subtlest shake of your head, and Chris tilted his head away, the upset look on his face as clear as day. You felt a pang of regret, but this was his fault, you told yourself. If he was feeling something more–
“How long have you been at the department?” Leon asked, oblivious.
“Four years. I got out of the army after my mandatory four years, and I ended up in S.T.A.R.S. the same year, when I was 22.”
“I joined up a year after. Right when I was discharged from the Air Force.” Chris tossed a can of soda to you with a little more force than necessary. You caught it close to your chest and popped it open. Chris grabbed his own, and the three of you leaned in various spots around the kitchen island. You all picked at the snack tray Leon had brought, chatting idly.
Eventually, you were the one to gently coax everyone back toward the living room. You pointed at the tray and crooked your finger, encouraging someone to grab it and bring it with. Chris obeyed, and you smiled at him. He returned it weakly. Another twist in your gut full of the apology you wished you could give him right now.
You plopped down onto the couch, and Leon settled in softly beside you. Chris laid down the tray, and he crossed in front of you both to sit on the opposite side of Leon. You leaned back, and you threw your arm across the back of the couch. Chris did the same, and your hands touched gently behind Leon’s head. You looked over at him; you hoped the way your knuckles brushed together was enough to let him know you were sorry.
Chris looked at you. His eyes went soft, and he nodded.
“So, Leon,” you started. He looked over at you, and you inhaled. He was even prettier in the low light of Chris’ apartment. “You bring a girlfriend with you to Raccoon City?”
“Or a boyfriend?” Chris added nonchalantly.
“No.” Leon sighed. He hunched forward to set down his soda, and when he leaned back, his head tipped to rest on the back of the couch. He bumped against your hand, and you took the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair. Leon looked a little surprised; his eyes flickered, and he glanced over at you, but your casual demeanor seemed to soothe him. “No, I–technically, I almost did. But she didn’t want to move and I did.”
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Chris said. He, too, leaned up to set his soda aside. You’d finished yours just a few moments ago. “Was it just too far?”
“I don’t even know.” Leon threw his hands up before letting them fall into his lap. They folded together, and Leon pushed his thumb into his palm. “She knew I wanted this, knew how badly I wanted this assignment. And I was fully prepared to take that step to move in but it didn’t matter.”
“Was that right before you left?” you asked. You twirled a lock of blonde hair around your finger before letting it fall. Your hand pushed his bangs out of his face. Leon’s eyelids fluttered slightly. You noticed that Chris had laid a reassuring hand on his knee.
“A little bit before that. So a few weeks ago.” Leon tilted his head to look at you. “It still sucks sometimes.” You nodded. “But it’s helped–you know, working. Doing what I love.”
“Is it everything you imagined?”
“Not exactly.” A wry smile. “It’s a lot more–”
“Clerical, right?” Chris supplied. His hand squeezed at Leon’s leg gently.
“Yeah!” Leon grinned, tilting his head now to the other side to look at Chris. “They don’t tell you about all the shit you’ll be filing.” You both laughed, and Leon’s tooth glinted in the light. A rumble of thunder rolled outside. The ever-reliable rain of Raccoon City was rolling in for the evening. There was a long moment of silence while you combed through Leon’s hair. Chris had shifted a little closer so he was pressed flush to Leon’s side as you all watched the tv with no real interest.
“Can I ask something?” Leon’s voice was soft, and he kept his eyes forward.
“Hm?” you hummed.
“Why did you guys really invite me here?”
The question sent a shock through the air. You exchanged a look with Chris, who took over with cautious words, “What do you mean?”
“This just feels–” Leon gestured between the three of you. “Like there’s something going on.”
You drew your hand away from his hair. Leon turned to watch your slow movements, and you cleared your throat. Your lips parted as your tongue touched the roof of your mouth; your breath came quicker. “Look, rookie, you’re cute.” You came out with it, as tender as a rusted nail, and you sighed. “Chris and I–”
“Are together. I know.”
“What? No, it’s–” Complicated. That much you knew. But you didn’t need to elaborate on it. Chris, blessedly, didn’t question you. “We fool around.”
“We wanted to see if you did, too.”
“All three of us.” Leon mulled it over. The way his eyes widened showed how nervous he was at the concept; however, the way he pulled at his jeans, shoved his hips forward to hide his erection, betrayed the excitement in his blood.
“Yeah. Is that okay?” Chris asked. The hand on Leon’s thigh rode up a little higher.
“I just–I don’t know exactly how it would work.”
“Don’t worry about it.” You slid up onto your knees, shuffling closer to Leon. “We’ll take care of you.”
“Okay.”
A slow pause as your fingers dragged down across his cheek. “Can we kiss you?”
Leon nodded.
You dove down and caught the rookie’s lips. He parted for you almost in an instant, and you purred softly as your tongue entered his mouth. Chris moved on his other side, and you saw that dark swath of hair as he dipped to kiss the exposed skin of Leon’s neck.
Your hand met Chris’ on Leon’s chest. You were both wandering, exploring your newest addition in earnest. You smiled when you felt Chris brush affectionately over you before resuming his exploration. Leon moaned into your mouth, and you broke away. Spit connected you both, but Chris broke the string when he gripped Leon’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding him to the other side to take his own taste.
You watched them kiss while your palm raced over Leon’s lean stomach. Your palm eventually found the bulge in his pants, and you pushed down. Leon’s hips bucked up to meet you, and you smiled. You kept pressing your hand into him while your other hand reached up and fisted in the back of his hair.
When Chris broke away, you tugged Leon back until he was forced to stare at the ceiling. You leaned over Leon to lick at Chris’ lips before meeting him in a warm kiss. You mumbled into him, “This is okay?”
Chris nodded, murmuring back, “As long as you’re still staying the night.” As long as I get you to myself he meant.
“I am.” You will.
Chris broke from you, and your eyes met. The lamplight turned his brown irises nearly yellow, and you thought he never looked more beautiful. “Good.”
In sync, just as you always were, you turned your attention back to Leon. You shifted so you were prostrate in his lap; Chris moved to mirror your position, and you managed to get Leon’s cock out of his jeans. Underwear shoved down, you exposed him totally. Chris reached out and gripped Leon’s shaft, making a few slow strokes while one of your hands cupped his balls in your hand.
“Holy shit,” Leon breathed out. He looked down, eyes half-closed, and you saw the blush across his entire face. “I’m dreaming. I have to be.”
Chris laughed, and you rolled your eyes. You slipped forward and lapped your tongue over Leon’s cock. You licked up the few drops of pre-come that had beaded against his slit. Chris kept pumping slowly, and you winked up at him. When you did, Chris groaned. He leaned close to touch his tongue to yours. You twined in opposite directions over Leon’s head, meeting in the middle before darting away again. It was the most arousing thing you’d ever done, and the pulsing of your clit proved that.
“Oh, god. Careful. Please.” A warning in his voice. An unspoken worry that he’d come too fast.
“What? Can’t go for more than one round, rookie?” Chris teased him. He laved his tongue in a long lick up the length of Leon’s cock. You replaced Chris’ mouth by sucking him into your mouth for just a moment.
It was like the thought hadn’t occurred to Leon. And when it did, the tension in his body seemed to relax. The worry about ruining things seemed to bleed out, and you felt his dick twitch against the two of you. You squeezed his balls, rolling them between your fingers. Chris nuzzled your cheek while you gently suckled Leon, breathing hot over your skin, and you peeked up at him.
“You’re so pretty,” Chris breathed. “I love watching you suck cock. And Leon’s looks good in your mouth.”
You hummed around the rookie before slipping off with a gasp. “Wanna taste him.”
“You heard the boss, Leon.” Chris leaned up to Leon. “Come on.” His hand cupped Leon’s cheek gently, thumb swiping over his bottom lip before dipping inside his mouth. “Come for us.”
Leon whimpered softly as your mouth sank down around him again; you took him deep, and it only took a few wet licks as you hollowd your cheeks to bring him exactly where you wanted him. Leon cried out, head thrown back, and his hips jumped up to fuck against your tongue. Come coated your mouth, pooling near the front of your mouth. You held it there as he finished pumping each rope, sticky and warm, making you dizzy on the heavy taste. You were careful to keep it all in your mouth as you sat up. You stuck your tongue out to show it off, and Chris moved swiftly to share in the taste.
The two of you kissed in front of Leon’s bewildered face, gently pushing Leon’s load into Chris’ mouth. Your tongues danced together, sloppy, thick with the rookie’s mess, and you moaned. Your hips were grinding against nothing, and Leon was stringing curses together as he watched with awe.
A hand, gentle and unsure, reached out to grip at your waist. You were tugged closer to Leon, breaking your kiss with Chris who watched with longing as you were guided toward him.
“You are so pretty,” Leon breathed before smoothing a hand through your hair. He kissed you with a little too much adoration. Though, you supposed you couldn’t blame him. Not entirely. Chris wiped at his mouth, and he let out a quiet huff as he reached for the other side of your waist.
“Relax, Chris,” you breathed, turning away from Leon. The rookie hesitated, casting his gaze between you both. “It’s about the rookie right now.”
“I know, I know.” But he still wasn’t happy. There was a slight grimace on his face. “Sorry.”
“Make it up to Leon,” you ordered. Chris hummed, and he smiled softly. He hated to disappoint you.
“Sorry, Leon.” Chris found Leon’s soft cock, still wet with spit, and he slicked his palm across his shaft.
“It’s–oh god–it’s okay.” Leon flushed something fierce, and his chest heaved as his cock started to stiffen again. You watched as you started to unbutton Leon’s shirt. Each one revealed more of his smooth, toned chest. Excitement made you clumsy, and you accidentally tore one of the looser buttons clean off.
“Fuck–I’ll fix it,” you promised. Leon let out the softest chuckle; it was breathless, and you grinned. It was the most relaxed he’d been so far. He was starting to really lean into the attention he was getting, despite the fact that your palm could feel how his pulse was hammering in his body. “Leon, can Chris fuck you?”
That made his heart beat even quicker. You pet over his torso in a soothing motion. Chris slowed his strokes to give Leon time to think. “I–shit, uh, yeah. Yeah, that’d be–” Leon puffed his cheeks out before blowing it out in a sigh of astonishment at how bold you were being. “I’d like that.”
Chris licked his lips. He jutted his chin toward you. “You know where…?”
“Yeah, I do.” You scrambled away, and you padded through the house, losing your clothing as you went. You were almost giddy, a bounce in your step as you entered Chris’ messy bedroom. You rifled through the side table and found a bottle of lube.
You paused as you started to leave. Your eyes were drawn to Chris’ polaroid camera, and you grabbed it as well. You darted back through the halls, and when you returned to the living room, your knees nearly gave out at the sight.
Leon was laid back; Chris was between his thighs, tongue lapping steadily at Leon’s hole. His cock was twitching against his belly, and you wanted nothing more than to be between them. Instead, though, you took slow steps toward them, setting the camera and lube on the coffee table.
“Look at you,” you murmured, sitting down beside Leon’s head. His eyes flew open when he felt the couch dip, and your hand carded through his hair. “Fuck, you’re so cute.” You turned your head to watch Chris continue to lap him gently; one hand fisted his cock and was stroking in time with his licks.
Leon tilted his head toward you, lips parting in a whine, and he reached up for you. You dipped lower to kiss his lips, twisting awkwardly, but it didn’t matter as you swallowed the moan that fell from his mouth.
Chris raised his head up from between Leon’s legs, and he saw where you’d set the lube. He curled his fingers around it, then he saw the polaroid. His fingers hesitated, but he continued and pulled the lube back to himself. He clicked it open and slicked up two fingers.
Leon jumped abruptly. You both looked down as Chris started to press a finger to his opening. You shifted until Leon’s head was resting in your lap.
“Goddamn, easy, rookie. You’re too tight,” Chris rumbled. He kissed along the inside of Leon’s thigh. “Relax for me.”
You hummed, running your hands through Leon’s hair. “Need something else to focus on?” you teased.
But Leon was deadly serious. “Yeah. Yeah, please. Let me eat your pussy. Please.”
“You teach him that while I was gone?” you asked Chris as you adjusted again. You laid Leon’s head back against the cushions, and you hovered above his mouth.
“Nope,” Chris teased back. “He’s just a good boy like that. Right, Leon?”
A moan blew from his lips and fanned over your soaked cunt. His hands hooked into your thighs, and you let Leon pull you down to his mouth. Long, languid licks dragged up the entirety of your cunt. You sighed, chin tucking to your chest, and you started to grind your hips gently into his tongue.
“There he goes.” Chris sank a finger into Leon’s ass; Leon’s cock twitched, and you saw pre-come puddle against his belly. “That’s it.”
“Good boy,” you praised again. “That’s right. Let yourself go, sweetheart.” Your hands planted on his chest. Chris watched with lust in his eyes as Leon’s tongue peeked out, slipping over your clit. You whimpered low in your throat.
Chris pressed another finger inside. He started to thrust slowly, stretching Leon with care; he purred, “Fuck, can’t wait to feel you on my cock.” Another twitch. “Pretty boy like you takes it really well, I bet.”
“Oh, I know he does,” you agreed. “Is he ready for it yet?”
“Quit drowning him and let’s find out.”
You giggled softly; Chris grinned at the sound, and you lifted your hips up. Leon barely breathed out a fuck yes before dragging you back to his face. Chris bit down on his lip and pulled his fingers free from the vice of Leon’s hole.
You watched Chris wet his thick cock with lube. You were suddenly grateful you were staying the night. There was something that glittered in your own chest. The broken glass bite of jealousy as Chris slid himself into Leon and groaned. You pushed it down, and, instead, you reached for the polaroid. You pointed it toward where Chris was rutting into Leon, and you clicked. The flash caught Chris’ attention, and he licked his lips, shaking his head at you while a smile pulled across his face.
You plucked the photo from the end of the camera and started to shake, hardly able to focus with the way Leon was suckling your clit into his mouth. You fucked down, humping his face like you’d never get a chance to again. Once you saw the film start to develop, you tossed it aside with the camera. You leaned forward, giving Leon more access to your cunt, but also seeking Chris.
“Come here,” you begged softly.
Chris leaned forward and kissed you. It was everything you needed. A reassurance that this was the man you started with, the one you’d end with. You tipped your head, mouth opening, and Chris tangled your tongue together. Chris’ brows pinched together, and your hands grabbed at his shoulders.
“Fuck,” you moaned into his mouth. “Gonna come.”
“Come on his face. He’ll look so handsome all wet from you.” Chris gripped Leon’s hips, pulling him into each thrust of his hips. You bucked down into Leon’s mouth a few more times.
“Leon–ah. Harder, rookie. Come on. None of that boyscout shit right now.”
Leon obeyed. He squeezed you closer until you weren’t certain he could breathe. He sucked you harder, tossing his caution to the wind, and you came. Chris kissed away the sob that was ripped from your throat, and your thighs trembled around Leon’s head. You lifted away from him, too overstimulated to let him keep going. Leon panted softly; his breaths billowed over your spasming cunt, and he licked up the juices that dripped from you onto his lips.
“God, I’ve got to thank him.”
“You sure do.”
You crawled up his body. Chris rocked back to give you space, and you found his cock; you took him into your cunt despite the way it almost burned from your orgasm. You took him inside, and Chris kept rocking. You moved on opposing thrusts. Chris went in, you slid up; Chris drew back, you slipped down. The whole time, Chris had his face buried in your neck.
“Oh, god, oh goddammit,” Leon cried. “I can’t. It’s too much. Holy shit. I’m gonna–I’m so–”
“That’s it, baby.” You looked over your shoulder. “You wanna come inside me? Can Chris come in you?”
“Yes, yeah–shit, please.”
Chris growled into your skin, and you hummed. “Gonna remind you later who that belongs to.”
“I know.”
Chris fucked into Leon with renewed vigor, a touch frustrated with how easily you were just letting Leon have what so rightfully was his. You pet a gentle hand through Chris’ hair as you heard the rookie cry out again; cock twitching against your walls, you felt come soak you, warm as it flooded your cunt. Leon must have squeezed tight around Chris, because it didn’t take long for him to peak. Chris pressed his hips flush and emptied himself into Leon.
The three of you went still save for your heaving breaths. You were the first to move, slipping off Leon. You went to Chris’ bathroom and found a half-empty plastic sleeve of wet wipes. You grabbed them and toted them back to the living room where you found Chris sitting up, and Leon positively trembling as he laid there.
You ripped out a wet wipe and settled between Chris and Leon to clean the rookie with a soft touch. You swiped away the come leaking from his hole, balling up the wet wipe, before retrieving another and wiping his cock clean.
Chris took a wipe of his own, cleaning himself slowly. You spread your legs and used a clean space to soak up Leon’s come. You took them all and tossed them away. Chris followed you until he reached the kitchen, gathering bottles of water in his arms that he distributed to each of you.
In total silence, you all nursed your bottles while you watched the tv. Things weren’t awkward, not by a long shot, but there was something hovering in the space above you. A sword of Damocles, waiting to drop, and you hated it.
“So, do I leave?” Leon asked cautiously as he sat up finally.
“Do you want to?” Chris looked over at him.
“No. Not really.” Leon looked shy as he admitted it. “This was–” He cleared his throat. “I liked this. I like you guys.”
Your eyes met Chris’, and you both spoke without saying a word.
It was supposed to be me and you.
It still can be. You raised your eyebrow and tilted downward. Let him sleep on the couch.
“Stay, then.” Chris was a little softer now. You smiled, and your arm wound around Leon’s shoulders. You tugged the rookie closer, and you kissed his temple.
“I’m gonna go shower,” you said, standing up.
“Let me get you a towel.”
You knew where the towels were. But Chris stood, and you knew it was a way for you to talk. The two of you made your way into the bedroom, and he closed the door.
“What the fuck is going on, Chris?”
“I keep trying to tell you–” Chris scrubbed his palms over his face. “I care about you. A lot. And I should have told you before the kid came over, but I–” Chris swallowed heavily, throat bobbing. “I’m fine with him. But at the end of the day, I want to know it’s us. I want you to myself.”
“That’s not what we agreed on,” you said, voice low and thin.
“I know. I fucked up.”
“Can we talk about this after Leon goes home? He’s sweet. I like him. I don’t want to scare him off.”
A pang of disappointment in Chris’ face. You didn’t know what you wanted to say. The words were trying to bubble on your tongue, trying to rush out in a desperate bid of rationalizing it all. But you wouldn’t do this. Not in front of Leon. Not tonight.
“Alright.”
Chris stepped closer, and he kissed your cheek. “I’ll see you outside.”
You stood naked in the bedroom as Chris left. Outside, you could hear Leon’s voice sparkle through the space. He was good for you. For both of you. You weren’t sure what you needed from either of them, and it only brought shivers to your spine.
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Any Way You Want It
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Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)
inspired by the anon who asked about how SB Leon would react to reader watching daddy-daughter porn; it kinda snowballed so I moved my blurb here to a fic 🤣
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, daddy kink, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, oral (m receiving), slight cum play, cum swallowing, dirty talk, like this feels unhinged to me 🫣 lol
not proofread and I’m sleepy ✌️ lmao
title from Any Way You Want It by Journey
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“Whatcha dooiing?”
You yank your hand up out of your underwear and lock your phone, silencing the noise in your headphones.
“Nothing.”
His smug little grin turns into a full blown smirk, pushing off your doorframe to enter your room, closing and locking the door behind him.
“Oooh, seems like it’s something dirty,” he chuckles darkly, climbing onto your bed and laying out next to you.
Thinking he’s going to grab your phone, you move it away, but he reaches for your other hand and slips the slick coated fingers into his mouth with a groan.
You whimper, watching as Leon’s mouth cleans your damp fingers before letting them go with a small ‘pop’.
“Show me what’s got you so worked up, princess,” he murmurs, eyes dark and hungry.
He scoots over until he’s pressed all along your side, his body heat a brand against your skin. Pulling out one of your earbuds, he places it into his ear.
With a shaky inhale, you bring up your phone and open it, continuing the video where you left off.
“Oh shit,” he breathes out with a small laugh, “how fucking dirty, little sis.”
His words make you burn hotter than before, your spit damp fingers slipping beneath the band of your panties to continue where you left off.
“Didn’t know you liked this,” he murmurs, dropping a hot kiss against your neck, both of you watching as the stepdad eats out his cute stepdaughter in her bed.
Whining, your toes curl in their socks, “Y-yeah, gets me really wet,” you whisper.
“Fuck,” he growls, tugging his shorts down and pulling out his half hard cock.
He strokes his dick, tugging the foreskin over the head with a hiss until he’s fat and thick in his hand.
“Pull your panties off, let me see you play with that clit,” he demands, voice low and smoky.
Quickly doing as he says, you lay back half nude as Leon holds up your phone, hand slowly fisting his cock as he watches your legs spread to show your drippy cunt.
“God damn,” he groans, holding your phone back out to you as you lay back, pressing against his arm.
You hold it up, letting you both watch as the stepdaughter climbs up onto the bed to straddle the dad, sinking down on his cock with a moan echoing from your earbuds.
“Touch your cunt, little sis, watch as she gets her pussy reamed by daddy,” he grunts, eyes drifting from the video over to your fingers circling your clit.
“Leon,” you whimper, looking up at him, pupils blown.
“So sexy,” he leans forward and kisses you messily, nipping your bottom lip as he pulls back, “want me to treat you like my slutty daughter? Little pussy need daddy’s fat cock splitting her open?”
Your back arches as arousal gushes from your clenching hole, fingers rubbing your slippery bundle even quicker. Hand going lax, your phone falls onto the bed, the porno still playing as grunts and moans filter through each of your earbuds.
“Please, Leon, want it so bad,” you whimper, batting your wet eyelashes at him.
“Show me, princess,” his voice rumbles, his free hand reaching down to grab you thigh to hike it up over his leg, spreading your cunt open for his greedy eyes, “show daddy how wet you are.”
“Fuck,” you gasp breathily, moving your other leg up, placing you foot flat on the bed so your pussy’s spread open as far as possible for Leon, “‘m so wet, need daddy to play with my pussy.”
“Fucking hell,” he mutters under his breath, hand jerking his cock a little faster, balls smacking the bottom of his fist with a soft plap plap plap.
The hand gripping your thigh shifts downward, middle and ring finger dipping into your messy cunt slowly scissoring you open with a wet schlick.
“Damn, you’re soaked, princess,” he kisses your ear wetly, “gonna let daddy play with your cute pussy? Let’em play with that fat little clit til you’re cumming?”
“Daddy,” you mewl brokenly, barely more than a sigh, “daddy, please.”
His fingers plunge deep in your needy cunt, slowly fucking in and out of your hole, digits rubbing against your g-spot until you clamp down around them.
Leon keeps stroking his weeping dick as he roughly fucks his fingers into your soppy sounding pussy, palm smacking down against your clit with every thrust.
“Taking my fingers so good, baby,” he slows down, slowly teasing the opening, “think I should play with that cute clit some, what d’you think?”
“Oh god,” you whine, hips rolling down into his hand.
He stills his fingers, “Ask me.”
“Please,” your hand wraps around his forearm, nails digging into the flexing tendons, “please daddy, play with my clit.”
His wet fingers come down with a hard smack on your cunt, “That’s not asking now is it, babydoll.”
“Oh, daddy,” you whimper, “will you please play with my pussy? Need it so bad, need your big fingers to play with my swollen little clit.”
“God, fuck,” Leon bites out harshly, hand clamping around the base of his cock as it kicks and throbs, “tryna make me bust, baby? Wanna see daddy cum all over himself?”
A high pitched cry leaves your lips, toes digging into the bedding, “Leon, daddy, wanna cum, please make me cum.”
His slick covered fingers leave your clenching heat to circle your swollen bundle of nerves with quick circle eights.
“Want you to cum just like this, babydoll,” he licks the side of your neck, “cum from daddy rubbing this sweet little button.”
“Oh, oh, oh,” you moan so loud your voice cracks, “daddy, that sounds so dirty.”
“Does it? Mm, well I’m gonna rub that special little button til you’re creaming your hot silky cunt,” he chuckles meanly, biting your skin, “‘god ‘m so close, but want you cumming first.”
“Me too,” you slur, orgasm quickly building in your core, “gonna cum. Want your cock, daddy, wanna suck you til you cum in my mouth.”
He lets go of his dick with a pained groan, “Okay, baby, fuck, yeah I’ll let you suck me off. Just cum for me first and then you can wrap those pretty lips around me.”
“Almost there,” you whimper, hips rocking into the motion of his fingers.
“Flicking this little bean’s got you so wet your sheets are soaked, baby,” he mocks, “who knew daddy-daughter porn would get you so fucking hot?”
“Leon,” you squeal, pussy walls clenching as your orgasm hits you hard.
“There we go,” he coos, “good girl, there ya go, cum for me.”
His fingers keep rubbing and pinching your throbbing clit, stretching your orgasm out until you’re pushing his hand away from overstimulation.
You shakily move between his legs, body still coming down from your climax. Moaning, you bury your face against the thatch of hair above his cock.
“You don’t have to—“
“Wanna,” you pout, kissing the base of his cock, “want you in my mouth.”
He lets out a long rumbling moan when your lips part and you slide half of his cock into your eager mouth. The weight of his dick on your tongue makes your cunt throb with jealousy. Moaning, you bob your head back and forth, messily sucking his thick length deeper into your mouth.
The fat tip kisses the back of your throat and you pull off with a cough, only to sink your mouth back down on his cock with a whine.
“Damn,” Leon grunts, hands cupping the back of your head, “gagging to have my fat daddy dick in that mouth huh, babydoll?”
Your eyes flutter at the burst of salty precum coating your tongue. Pulling off with a wet sigh, you kiss his dripping slit.
“Taste so good, daddy, want you to give me a throatpie,” your mouth hungrily sucks him back down, tip nudging the back of your throat but you fight through the gag.
“Fuckin—damn, princess,” Leon’s thighs tremble with trying not to thrust, “gonna make you swallow every fucking drop, y’ready? Got daddy so fucking close to busting a nut in that slutty throat.”
Moaning loudly, spit bubbles out around your lips to dribble down his cock, soaking his balls. His fingers spasm and grip at the back of your head even tighter, urging you to bob your head faster.
“Take it, take it, baby, fuck,” he humps forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his cock kicks, spurting rope after rope of hot sticky cum down your throat.
Swallowing as much as you can, you pull off with a wet slurp, feeling the last of his cum shoot out on your lips and cheeks. Leon smears his jizz into your skin and across your mouth making you whimper, pussy buzzing with arousal.
“W’nna start that video over?” he grins down at you, “won’t take too long for me to get hard again, and this time I can stuff that needy pussy full.”
TAMAKI, DENKI, AND SHOTO HURT MEEE UAGGHHHHH
Could you do a smau when they cheat on you.
BNHA SMAU !
They kiss another girl!
Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Ejiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Tamaki Amajiki
Warnings: Bit angsty i fear
Note: Part 2 coming soon >:3 Also this might not be the best i kinda bugged out while making it 💀🙏
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Izuku Midoriya
Katsuki Bakugou
Shoto Todoroki
Ejiro Kirishima
Denki Kaminari
Tamaki Amajiki
Someone help, give me a prompt so I can make a small drabble and get motivation for writing
specifically for Leon Kennedy. from RE2 to DI
i recently hit 100! here's a Leon doodle to celebrate <3
WHAAHAHAHA THIS WAS SO CUTE I CANT-
MY HEART
Hell's Kitchen
Summary: You and Leon have the worst dining experience of your life at your daughter’s “restaurant”
Pairing: Dad!Leon Kennedy x Mom!Reader
Word Count: 933 words
Warnings: Fluff, humor, Leon being a smart-ass
A/N: I bring you more Dad!Leon :) This was a short lil idea I had the other night. I am not going to lie, I personally suck at playing pretend with kids, so this may be unrealistic/stupid. But all in all, I hope you enjoy this lil drabble!! <3
“Do you have menus?”
Sitting cross-legged on the living room floor and parallel to you at the small Disney Princess table, Leon looked up expectantly at your three year old daughter. She stared him down, blue eyes mirroring his own before she turned around and walked over to the plastic kitchen playset.
You bit back a giggle, trying to be serious enough not to ruin her playtime and provide her with as much enrichment as possible, but it was nearing impossible considering the expression of surprise currently resting on Leon’s face.
“Guess it’s a surprise, then,” he chuckled, turning his head back to you with that lopsided smile of his. He placed his large hands on the table and began to drum his fingers, occasionally glancing over at the little girl rambunctiously pretending to cook. Leon focused on you, giving you a dramatic wink as he propped his elbow up on the small pink table. “So,” he started, voice tinged with flirt. “Come here often?”
A smile tugged at your lips as you rolled your eyes, mimicking his position while you rested your chin in your palm. “Actually, it’s my first time here,” you played along, giggling at the way he nodded and leaned back.
“Mine too,” Leon hummed, looking back over at the daughter you two shared. He huffed and rested his hand against his face to block his words from her ears. “Can’t say that I’m particularly impressed with the customer service, though.”
You turned your head towards the playset, raising an eyebrow as you watched your daughter fiddle with tiny metal pans and plastic food. “Be nice,” you laughed softly, a mock expression of scolding on your face when you turned back towards him. “She’s got a one woman show going on over there.”
Your daughter had insisted that her father and you ate at her “restaunt”, even going as far as throwing a tantrum until both you and Leon were seated around the little table tucked away in the corner of the living room. Watching her play and have fun, especially now that Leon was home and able to join in, brought a smile to your face that couldn’t be erased. Even with the abundant witty comments being whispered to you every twenty seconds.
“Oh my god,” Leon suddenly mumbled, eyebrows pinched together in surprise and slight concern as he stared at the toddler. “She’s using Barbie to cook.”
You hadn’t noticed until now, but your little girl definitely was using her Barbie’s legs to stir whatever imaginary food she had in the plastic cooking pot. You let your jaw drop open before you leaned closer over the table, whispering back to Leon. “Maybe we should call the health inspector?”
Leon nodded in agreement, stifling a chuckle when your daughter looked back at the two of you. You both scrambled to get back into the playing state of mind, smiling at her until she turned back around and continued on.
She eventually ceased stirring, grabbing the play plates and arranging various toys on them before she brought them over to the table. The plate handed to Leon consisted of a fake can of peas, a plastic drumstick, a rock, and a spoon. The plate handed to you, however, only held one thing: a plastic banana. She set them down in front of each of you, eyes expectantly watching for the two of you to start eating.
Leon laughed under his breath as he looked down at his pink plate compared to your nearly-empty purple plate, once again covering his mouth with his hand. “Guess we know who the favorite is,” he teased softly, deep blue eyes flitting up to yours.
You rolled your eyes once more, waving him off before you looked over at your daughter. “It looks great, baby,” you praised her softly, smiling as you watched her face light up. You pretended to eat, doing everything that you could to keep from laughing as you watched Leon struggle to play along across from you.
After about thirty seconds of watching him make exaggerated bites into the plastic chicken drumstick, your daughter snatched the plate away from him and took yours, too. When she got back to her little kitchen, Leon had to put his head down on the table.
You could hear the muffled laughter as he crossed his arms, clearly surprised with how forceful she’d been about taking the plates away. He lifted his head back up, smiling fondly as he looked back in her direction. “I guess I was done.”
“You didn’t compliment the chef,” you clicked your tongue with a playful grin. The child continued to make a ruckus of noise in the kitchen, prompting you to try and engage her. “Are you making dessert?”
“No,” her favorite word immediately came flying from her mouth as she shook her head.
Leon feigned a gasp, putting a hand over his chest like he’d just been wounded. “But, sweetheart,” he mustered every ounce of playful disappointment into his voice. “Daddy and mommy always have dessert after dinner.”
Your daughter shook her head again and proceeded to ignore the two of you as she started to play on her own.
Leon made a face at her turned back before he shook his own head. It was no wonder where she got her attitude from. “I’m not leaving a tip,” he huffed, leaning back on his palms with another mock look of disdain.
You laughed softly before you got up, stretching out your arms and legs. “Alright,” you sighed, moving to pick your child up from behind. “Bath time, little lady.”
I've got ya bb
You and Leon decided to go to the mall for today. You've already gotten some cute drinks from the food court and decided to walk around the mall for a bit. And of course, you found something you really liked. It's what you've been wanting for months. Leon (obviously) noticed you run up to it like a child. "Oh my God, Leon can we pleaseee get this?" You asked, excitement in your eyes. Leon chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully.
"Alright, alright. Let's check out the store, princess." You both went inside the shop and you looked around, overjoyed at anything you liked. Leon made sure to take note of this. Soon, a few minutes had passed by and Leon was already about to exit the store. "You coming?"
"I didn't get what I wanted yet!"
"Don't worry about it, just come here."
You slightly pouted and walked over to Leon. "So we gonna go?" And the moment you asked, Leon had pulled out a bag with a few things you really wanted.
That excitement Leon saw in your eyes was totally worth buying the items for you.
I hope this was to your liking. I literally wrote this on the spot.
Someone help, give me a prompt so I can make a small drabble and get motivation for writing
specifically for Leon Kennedy. from RE2 to DI
hi do you mind indicating your age in your bio or pinned post so I don't have to block you
Yeah sure, not a problem :3
Makes me realized how inactive I am on here LOL
el oh el, that shit was some good food
*eats and runs away with this masterpiece*
A Second Chance
Pairing: RE6!Leon Kennedy x Prime Minister's Daughter! Reader (ft. Ada Wong)
Genre: Smut, Romance, Angst
Warning: cheating, Leon is obsessed with the reader, stalking, taking photos, the reader is cold but deep inside she’s a sweetheart, mentions of arranged marriage, pure smut (mentions of masturbation, foreplay, kissing, breasts fondling and sucking, markings, p in v intercourse, virgin sex, penetrative sex, Leon is huge [I think it's at least 9 inches, sheesh], creampie, aftercare)
Word count: 5.2k
Summary: As the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister and one of the faces of the family, you received multiple assassination attempts. So, your father hired someone to keep an eye on you. And to your surprise, out of all people, it was Leon Kennedy your father picked for you. You and Leon had a secret relationship but soon did not last because another woman came into his life. Now that the both of you meet again, will it be the start of chaos or a continuation of romance?
author's note: This story is entirely fictional. I do not know what the President and the Prime Minister exactly do for the country. Same with the occupation of being a prosecutor and the chief of the CIA. English is not my mother tongue so pardon if you encounter mistakes and grammatical errors. This is only for entertainment purposes only. And minors, please do your homework first.
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It all started when you had an assassination attempt for the fifth time. Being the only daughter of the Prime Minister isn’t easy. The more your father becomes powerful, the more assassination attempts you receive because if the opponent can't attack the Prime Minister, their target will be his family and pick the most treasured and precious gem of his life, his daughter.
"The President will help to capture those bastards who tried to kill you." Your father spoke, looking at you, who was fixing the files from the CIA.
"Papa, this is the fifth time you told me that. All the men you hired to guard me ended up being fired."
"Because they failed to protect you," The Prime Minister replied in a strict fatherly tone. "This time, it was the President who recommended this agent to keep an eye on you."
"I hope he wouldn't think that I am being a spoiled brat and a baby when he found out that I am a prosecutor." You chuckled, shaking your head a little.
"Yes, you are a prosecutor. Not just a simple prosecutor. You are one of the most powerful prosecutors in the Supreme Court. You have access to every government agency as the Chief of the CIA. So, it’s quite understandable that those people who tried to eliminate you were not just because of me but because you are one of the most influential people in politics.” You sighed and gave him a small smile. Your father has been stressed out with international political stuff plus your assassination attempt. And speaking of the President, both of them are best friends and they climbed the political ladder together. The President is personally closer to the Prime Minister than the Vice President. That’s why when you survived your fifth assassination attempt, it was the President who was one of the first people that paid a visit to check on you. “Alright, I’ll accept whoever the President has to recommend to guard me. But Papa, I don’t want to be guarded all the time. You know what I mean. I need some private time.” Your father nodded in agreement.
“I understand. I’ll call the President.” With that, he walked out of your office and was escorted by his bodyguards as he walked down the hallway of my office.
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“I heard our dads having a conversation about your assassination attempt. Are you sure you’re okay?” Your friend, Ashley asked in a concerned tone on the other line of the call.
“Yeah, I am fine. The assassin must have poor eyesight.” You laughed but Ashley only sighed.
“You’re still joking around as if you weren’t stunned when you barely dodge the bullet. By the way, my dad recommended the man who saved me from Spain. You haven’t heard about him, have you? Because you have three cases to finish.” Ashley chuckled.
“The two are successful, only the rape case left. But believe me, I was so worried about you. And don’t tell me his name. I love surprises.” You grinned.
“Oh, no. Here we go again with that behavior of yours. I think you know this person. Because when I mentioned you once in our conversation, he was surprised to hear that you are the Chief of the CIA and a prosecutor.”
“Do we know each other?” I asked, confused. Ashley hummed and chuckled.
“You’ll meet him tomorrow, according to the conversation between the Prime Minister and the President.”
With that, you started critically thinking about the person. According to your father, he’s a federal agent and was exclusively picked to save Ashley from an insane cult in Spain. But why did this person seem to know you?
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“This is Leon Scott Kennedy. Your bodyguard starting today.” Your father, the Prime Minister introduced the federal agent who saved your friend from Spain and the one the President recommended.
And for the very first time, you hated surprises. This is the worst surprise you’ve ever had. Leon looks different from before. How long has it been since the Raccoon City outbreak? Fifteen years? Leon looked at you, scanning you from head to toe. You are wearing a black tight turtleneck knee-length dress, black high heels, and simple makeup but the matte red lipstick made you look bold. Your chest and curves perfectly fit the dress you are wearing. His gaze went back to you and swiftly rolled your eyes.
“Bodyguard?” You repeated, hiding your irritation because out of all people to become your bodyguard, why this fucking bastard? Why your ex?
Your father nodded his head.
“If he saved the President’s daughter alone from a deadly cult in Spain, then he can save you from assassination attempts.”
“Papa, that guy can’t predict if there’s someone who will try to eliminate me.” You retorted and your father gave you a disapproving look.
“We agreed on this already, Y/n. And this is an exclusive decree from the President. You are one of the secret weapons of the country so for him, it is also his responsibility to take care of you.” Your father reminded you.
“I know my job, Papa! You don’t have to remind me of that! Right now, I can’t help but feel embarrassed of myself that the Chief of the CIA needed to be guarded as if I can’t protect myself.”
“Y/n L/n!” Your father yelled, shutting you up. “For Christ’s sake, Y/n! Just for once! I am trying to protect you but you wouldn’t listen! And for the first time, you despised the man we selected to keep an eye on you. I mean, what’s wrong if this guy keeps an eye on you?”
His question made you pause. Your father must never know the reason why the hell you hated Leon so much. Even thinking about it makes your heart break. So, you looked down and replied against your will to not make this worse.
“Alright. End of discussion.”
Your father scoffed at your sudden change of mood and aura. He had never seen you glare and roll your eyes at the agents he picked to protect you. You are warm to the four guards who used to protect you. It was he who fired them when an assassination attempt occurred and those men failed to protect you. But now, he sees nothing but the fire of rage in your eyes when he introduces Leon to you as your bodyguard.
“Y/n, what the hell is wrong with you?” He asked.
“I accepted him already, Papa! Don’t ask me such questions again. Just fire him the moment someone fired a gun on me while he was nowhere to be found. Just like what you did to my former bodyguards.” You replied, turning your back on him so that he couldn’t see the tears forming in your eyes.
And then, the Prime Minister’s phone rang. He accepted the call and there was silence in the room so that he could have a proper conversation with the caller. After a few seconds, he hung up and looked at you.
“I need to go. They need me to discuss something in the White House.” He announced and you gave him a nod without sparing him a glance.
When your father left, you turned around and faced Leon who was looking at you the whole time, realizing that you are not the young girl he left for another woman back then. It’s true, he thought. You are no longer naive, eyes full of anger with the mess he made fifteen years ago.
“You changed, Y/n. After fifteen years…” Leon started which made you smirk.
“Unlike that woman who’s still manipulative. Bet you didn’t last.” You straight-forwardly rebutted and headed over to your desk. You sit on your executive leather chair and cross your legs as you rest your back against the backrest.
“Tell me, what’s your motive?” You asked sharply.
“It was the President who recommended me to the Prime Minister.” He replied but you shook your head in disapproval.
“You can decline but you didn’t. There must be a reason why you accepted the offer. The government needs you to save the country from bioweapons but here you are, standing in front of me as my bodyguard.”
“Well, I am protecting the country’s secret weapon so I think it’s considered. Besides, the President and I agreed that I will still work as a federal agent of DSO while guarding the Prime Minister’s daughter.”
Well, he has a point. You hummed in satisfaction with his answer and opened a file and checked the documents regarding the case you are currently in. There was a silence between you and Leon couldn’t help but feel your anger behind your calm expressions. No matter how much you tried to not make this personal, the pain he gave you makes it difficult for you to calm your nerves.
But Leon decided to give it a try…
“Ada and I were not in a relationship… or even on good terms.” He stated, causing you to grin.
“Not interested. Besides, you are nothing to me.”
You can feel that your words affected him but you don’t care. And there’s an awkward silence again until you receive a call from the Chief Prosecutor. At least it saved you from the uncomfortable feeling of being with your ex. You stood up and kept your documents in the proper places and grabbed your handbag.
You walked to the door but Leon moved faster to open the door for you. You ignored his presence and walked out of your office to the ground floor. Leon tailed behind you until you came out of the law firm’s building and your driver pulled up the car in front of you. Before Leon can move, you open the door for yourself and get inside the car.
Leon paused for a moment and shook his head and was about to get inside the front seat but you rolled your windows down and said…
“I do not allow my bodyguard to come to join me in my car so go join my other guards in the other car.” Leon scoffed and retorted back. “According to the Prime Minister, I shall join you in every vehicle you are going to ride.”
“Are you working for the Prime Minister or me?” You sarcastically asked.
He didn't want to make further arguments so he sighed and just obliged. You rolled your windows up and your driver drove away to your destination.
—
It was now nighttime. You and Ashley decided to hang out in a fancy bar in the city. You are staying in the VIP Room while your bodyguards are staying outside of the room, securing the area. You two are regular customers of the bar and the owner doesn’t mind if you two brought a bunch of bodyguards for safety purposes.
So here you are, sipping a glass of whiskey with your legs crossed and back against the backrest of the leather couch as you stare into nowhere in the room. It has been two weeks since your father hired Leon as your bodyguard. Having him around you during those days felt like being chained up again to your past.
“Hey, you’ve been staring at nowhere. Are you even listening to me?” Ashley’s voice snapped you back to your senses. You hummed and took the last drop of the whiskey before putting the glass down and pouring yourself another shot.
“You rarely drink whiskey, Y/n. What’s wrong?” She asked and you didn’t reply to her. Instead, you pulled a cigarette and put them between your lips, and lit them up before huffing out a smoke.
“Knew it. Something’s wrong. Was this because of your new bodyguard?” She asked and you hummed, huffing out another smoke.
“Tell me, Ash. Do you think my life right now would be different if I asked you his goddamned name before we met?” You asked.
“Why do you ask?” She asked too while you breathed out another smoke and sipped on your glass of whiskey.
“Because I could’ve stopped Dad from hiring him! That bastard has been getting on my nerves for the last two weeks.” You hissed.
Like your father, Ashley asked the same question. “What’s wrong if my dad recommended him and your father hired him to be your bodyguard? Y/n, Leon is one of the top agents in the country. He saved many lives and protected the country from bioweapons. And this is the first time you despised your bodyguard. You weren’t this cold to your former bodyguards until Leon came.”
There was another pause as you finished your cigarette and put it on the ashtray and drank your whiskey. Ashley continued, “Was I right? Do you two know each other?” She asked and you hummed again as the response. Even responding to her is difficult, especially when you're talking about the man who ruined you.
“We used to, Ash. We used to.” You replied, chuckling to yourself as you tried to stop your tears from falling. Ashley has been your best friend even before his father became the elected President of the United States of America but you don’t want her to see your vulnerable side.
“Used to? Like, he’s a part of your past?” She asked and you nodded your head.
“Worst part of my life, rather.” You sipped again, gulping the strong liquor down to your throat.
“You know, it would be nice if you would share your backstory with me. Even just the highlights, I’m sure I can understand it.”
“Ash, he’s my ex-boyfriend.” You frankly said. Ashley gasped upon hearing this from you.
She never thought that the man who saved her in Spain was your ex-lover. This is a shocking revelation for her. Ashley recalled the moments she mentioned you during her conversation with him back in 2005. Leon’s reaction was still clear in her memory when she told him that you are a prosecutor and one of the most powerful ones in the Supreme Court. He was completely surprised but then he was grinning moments later.
“No wonder why he was surprised when I mentioned your name back in 2005. How long has it been since you two broke up?”
“Since 1998. It was during the Raccoon City outbreak. After we parted ways, I never heard from him again and just focused on my studies.” You lit up another cigarette, putting the stick between your fingers and lips.
“Why did you two break up?” Ashley asked.
You paused for a moment. A lump formed in your throat and a tear slipped out of your eye. Your only way is to gulp down the whiskey in your glass. Ashley doesn’t want to force you to spill out the truth. Her point is to ease the pain in your heart. Seeing you struggling to speak is enough for her to understand that you and Leon did not have a good end.
“He’s a traitor,” You managed to speak out, taking deep breaths as you struggled to breathe.
—
Ashley had to go because her mother, The First Lady called because of curfew. She doesn't want to leave you in tears but you ushered her to leave, saying that you will be fine and enjoy the time by yourself. Ashley gave you an apologetic look before grabbing her purse, kissing your cheek, and leaving the VIP Room.
And there you are, having deep thoughts. You huffed out another smoke and groaned. You are not a menacing teenager who will do everything to get rid of Leon. That’s too immature. Ever since you graduated in Law and become a prosecutor, you promised yourself that you are no longer that young girl who’s sweet and naive. You need to be tough no matter how hard the situation is. No matter how much pressure a case gives you, you will do everything to win the trial.
Same as being the Chief of the CIA. Your hacking skills, high potential on battlefields, gunfight skills, and being a deadly agent made you reach your current position. None of the missions you had were easy. Most of them cost the lives of agents that failed to complete the mission. Only you are the last man standing. At the end of the missions, you’d always look around and see the pools of blood scattered around whether it is from your enemy or comrades. Dead bodies lay down on the bloodied ground. And now, the President takes you as the country’s secret weapon against the threat from other countries who will dare to attack.
Those events happened within fifteen years. You didn’t get enough rest. Your mind is so occupied with your job that even when Ashley was kidnapped back in 2005, you did not let your emotion take over you and continued pursuing your goals and fulfilling your responsibilities as a prosecutor and the Chief of the CIA. Leon never popped into your mind ever since. Now that he’s here again as your bodyguard, you couldn’t help but recall what pain he gave you in Raccoon City fifteen years ago.
Fifteen years ago in Raccoon City, things go wrong as you, Leon, and Ada encounter another group of survivors and now they are chasing you down to kill you. Ada, the most experienced one in fighting got shot in the leg causing her to fall to the ground. You and Leon are shooting them with your guns but he saw Ada get shot.
“Ada!” He yelled and shot those people who are after her before running to her to check on her. But there’s a guy who appeared out of nowhere and pointed his gun at Leon.
“Leon, duck!” You yelled and covered Leon with your body. A gunshot echoed around the road and you hissed in pain as the bullet hit you on your arm.
You growled and reloaded your gun as fast as you could and shot the guy right in the head. You took care of the rest of the people while Leon is busy treating Ada’s injury with a small medical kit he has. After a few seconds of silence, you lowered your gun and held your injured arm to stop the bleeding. You turned around and found Leon carrying Ada in his arms.
In your view, Ada was telling Leon that she’s fine and can’t walk, even including a phrase that it was just a bite of an ant. But Leon insisted on carrying her. It makes you feel jealous. Like, you are his girlfriend while Ada is just a random FBI Agent who appeared out of nowhere and saved Leon from infected dogs. Then, why is he treating her as if you are not around? Does he even realize that he was hurting you? Does he realize that a man who’s in a relationship shouldn’t act like that around his girlfriend?
So, to not ruin Leon’s time with her and to avoid making an issue between you in the middle of a zombie outbreak, you uncovered your arm, letting it bleed. You’re wearing a black hoodie so the blood isn’t noticeable. Claire will be here soon so you can treat your wound later. You wouldn’t die if you bleed if you wait for Claire, would you? With a heavy sigh, you walked away, taking the lead while Leon followed you with Ada in his arms.
Soon, you found Claire with Sherry in a safe room. She was treating Leon’s wounds too while Ada was resting in the bed. While you are looking outside through the window. It was your only way to ease the pain and jealousy you felt. That shot could have killed Leon if you didn’t cover him. That could’ve cost your life too. This isn’t the first time you felt jealous. This is the tenth time you felt this way and you hate it. You noticed how Ada acts around Leon and she usually dismisses you. If she did, it was against her will.
You are in deep thought when you hear Sherry gasp…
“Y/n, you’re bleeding! Why are you not saying anything?!” With that, you gained everyone’s attention. Claire immediately approached you and found your arms bleeding.
“How could you not say anything! You’ll die if we don't treat this immediately!” Claire scolded you, rolling up your sleeves, and gasped when he found your injury bleeding more. She grabbed all the things she needed and started treating your wound.
You gritted your teeth as Claire took the bullet out of your arm and wrapped it with a bandage. Leon approached you too and attempted to hold your hand but you declined and said, “I can manage.” And there Leon realized that something was wrong.
Until one day… you find out Ada’s secret. Upon finding out about this, anger quickly rushed down through your veins and quickly grabbed your gun and pointed it to Ada and fired multiple times but none of the bullets hit her as it was your way to catch her attention.
“Tell us the truth, Ada Wong,” You growled venomously. “Tell us who the hell are you…”
“Y/n!” Leon quickly stood between you and Ada, facing you. “Put the gun down! What the hell is wrong with you?!” He shrieked.
“That bitch is fooling around us! She told us that she was an FBI Agent when I didn’t see her record on the FBI’s server! Stay away from that traitor, Leon!” You hissed, firmly pointing your gun at Ada.
Ada did not reply but there is no hint of worry or regret in her eyes. Instead, she glared at you. She stepped in front of you, never breaking eye contact with you. She then smirked and put on a smug look on her face.
“Traitor? Seriously? If you are just a student, you wouldn’t know how to access the FBI’s server. From the very start, I’ve been helping you and Leon. I’ve saved your life a lot of time and now this is how you are going to repay me?!” Ada hissed at you.
“For an eighteen-year-old student, it’s not easy to hack the FBI. What about you, Y/n? Who the hell are you?” She turned the tables around. She takes steps closer to you as if she was challenging you.
“Don’t change the topic, Ada. You’re working under Albert Wesker, right? One of the researchers and the reasons why the hell we are here in this damn situation? Too bad, Ada. You did not pass as the best actress.”
Then, Ada attacked you at such speed. Of course, you dodged her attacks and are more trained than her regardless of your age and state in the government. You may be just a student, practicing Law but no one must look down on you or even doubt your commitment especially when you are doing this for your team’s safety. The combat between you and Ada ended when you pulled the trigger and hit her on the waist. Ada grunted and you took the opportunity to take her down.
“Y/n, enough!” Leon pulled Ada away with such care which breaks your heart more. Claire was holding Sherry who was sobbing in her embrace.
“Leon, are you defending her?” You asked, feeling betrayed. Leon put Ada to the side for a moment before pulling you away to a more private room.
“What the hell did you just do?! You know that Ada is our key point to survive this damn apocalypse!” Leon hissed at you and of course, you retorted back.
“From the very start, I did not trust that woman even a bit! It feels like she planned to cross paths with us to gain our trust and take the samples because she is working for Albert Wesker!”
“Aside from accusing her, shooting her, how did you access the FBI’s server? We have only limited devices! We even barely called for help and now we found out that you accessed the FBI just to do some stupid research on her!”
“Stupid research? I did it for our safety!” You rebutted. “Leon… I don’t understand. Why are you being so protective of her? Why are you defending her? Leon, I am your girlfriend.”
Leon sighed. “You are. But these days, it feels like we’re not together. It feels like you are different from the girl I love. I… I don’t know you anymore.” Your heart shatters as Leon said those. Tears filled your eyes, your heart pounded against your chest, and a lump formed in your throat.
You couldn’t believe that Leon was saying this to you when you just want to protect him, to protect everyone. A tear slipped out your eye and you pulled yourself away. “Are you doubting me, Leon? Do you believe that the fake agent is your girlfriend?” Then Leon snapped at you,
“Don’t call her that!”
“Then what?!” You yelled at him. “You think I don’t notice your behavior ever since she came into our lives? That you are becoming more affectionate to her than me? That you will prioritize her over me? That night when those groups of survivors chased us and tried to kill us, I saw how worried you were for her that you insisted on carrying her when she just had a shot in her leg because of her stupidity, rather than me catching the bullet for you!”
Leon was taken aback by your sudden outburst.
“If there’s someone I truly don’t know anymore, that is you, Leon. Even thinking if I should approach you for help is difficult for me because your attention was on Ada. Tell me the truth, Leon. Is there someone else? Is there someone else who captured your heart away from me?”
He didn’t reply to your question. Seeing you in this kind of situation hurts him. But he couldn’t lie to you. His silence is enough for you. With a deep breath, you turned away from him.
“I can leave, if that’s what you want. I know you very much, Leon. As a rookie police officer, you wouldn’t ride the same boat with the person you are doubting. But mark my words, Leon…” You paused but Leon interrupted you.
“You’re not leaving.” You turned to look at him and he was looking directly into your eyes. “We will survive this apocalypse together, I promise. Please, stay with us. For me….”
For his sake, you stayed. To not lose him, you swallowed your pride for him. Until one night… when you almost escape the damned city, things went wrong again. He broke his promise.
You woke up from being knocked out and there you found yourself cuffed in a chair. You looked out to the glass window and found Leon heading to the helicopter with Ada. And the sound of zombies banging outside of the room you are in made you panic even more. So, you forcefully pulled your hands off the handcuffs. You kept pulling yourself and your wrists started to bleed. Tears fall from your eyes, struggling to be free. “Leon!” You yelled and winced in pain until you successfully freed yourself. You banged against the glass to gain his attention.
He did. He looked at you who was crying, scared of death. The banging of zombies against the door gets louder and you look at Leon with pleading eyes as blood stains the clear gas that was coming from your wrists.
“Leon, don’t leave me here! Help me!” You screamed but Leon only looked at you with saddened eyes.
He had no choice but to leave you. Even if it hurts him to see you crying like a puppy, injured and terrified, there’s no other way but to leave with Ada. The woman in red noticed that Leon was looking in your direction. So, she held his hand and gave him an assuring smile.
“Leon, I know that this is hard but you need to strengthen yourself…”
What breaks your heart more is that he smiled at her before proceeding to walk to the helicopter. After connecting the dots, you realize they use you as the bait while they take the opportunity to escape. With that, anger rushed throughout your veins upon realizing that Leon just betrayed you. He betrayed you for Ada. Your hands clenched into fists while your wrists keep bleeding.
Leon gave you a last look and he saw nothing but pain and anger in your eyes as if you were cursing him for betraying you. There’s no point in turning back now. Call him selfish but he made up his mind…
And so he rides the helicopter with Ada, leaving you, scared and alone. Soon, the zombies break into the room where you are in. You ain’t going to cry and let those zombies eat you alive. On that night, you vowed to yourself that no matter what it takes, you will get your revenge on them. You used all the weapons you can use just to survive even if you’re alone.
Remembering how you struggled to survive made your eyes teary. You don’t want to be as weak as the person you used to be. That night when Leon betrayed you, another persona came into you. It made you more powerful. Having Leon back makes you feel like meeting your past self. A naive, sweet, and caring young girl who was now looking at a sophisticated, high-class, elite, and exclusive prosecutor and a superior of the country’s most powerful agency, the CIA.
You put your glass down and the cigarette on the ashtray before removing your black leather gloves and looking at the scars on your wrists that were carved on your skin. You still can feel the pain those cuffs gave you. When you survived and escaped that damned city, you started wearing gloves, not wanting to see your scars.
Anger rushed down through your veins. You grabbed the glass and threw it away with a growl, creating shattering sounds. There, you broke into tears. You rest your head against the backrest while you drape your arm over your eyes as you weep.
“I will make your life a living hell, Leon Kennedy.” You muttered under your breath before passing out.
—
Leon, who was patiently waiting for you outside the VIP Room heard a shattering sound inside. And there he found you, sitting on the couch with your head resting against the backrest with an arm draped over your eyes. He sighed in relief that you were fine.
“Is that how you throw tantrums?” He asked. You didn’t reply, not even moving from your position. Leon sighed again, realizing that you passed out.
The man approached you to pick you up but something caught his attention. Your scars. He moved closer to you and stared at your scars. It was carved around your wrists. Your skin was torn, he can tell that the cuffs he gave you back then have made you ruin your skin, desperate to escape.
Leon still remembers how you looked at him with a fire of rage in your eyes as your tears fell uncontrollably. When he looked at you during his introduction as your bodyguard, the flame was even worse behind your calm expression. The mystery of Prosecutor L/n's gloves is now finally solved.
Suddenly…
"Traitor…" Leon snapped back to his senses and looked at you. You are looking at him with hooded eyes. You stood up and grabbed your bag and gloves before walking to the door, without regretting telling him that. Because that's what he is.
—
To be continued...
This was like, the sweetest somno fic ever??
kinktober day thirteen: somnophilia kink
>>> y'all i worked breeding into the plot again officer take me away!! i just love soft and domestic sho, and it also totally feels like something he'd love!!
>>> starring: shouto todoroki x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: fingering, oral (fem receiving) somno, breeding, reader hates working lmfao, creampie obviously, mating press. >>> wc: 2.6k >>> event masterlist
shouto loves relaxing. he was sure this was something everyone enjoyed, until he met you. you seemed to stay occupied at all times, delving into hobby after hobby to keep yourself busy. being professional heroes was draining enough, he thought, so why were you indulging in running clubs and extra gym sessions? why did you spend more time learning new recipes and anxiously cleaning the house these days than lounging in bed with him watching tv like you used to? of course, his first assumption is that he has done something to push you away or upset you, as he’s prone to doing. he’s naturally aloof and a bit distant, all things he tries to push past to connect to you, the only person who makes him feel warmth were his coldness usually lies. you know how he is, how he can come off a bit frigid and almost mean without thinking about it, or how he struggles to read your body language and cues—always missing the hints you throw him. you’re used to it by now, far more accommodating than a grown man like him deserves, so he figures this time he needs to get to the bottom of this and make it up to you and prove he can be in tune with your emotions too.
you had grown restless, but it wasn’t all your husband’s fault. you felt so out of place these days, feeling awkward in your own role in life. you enjoy being a hero some days, other days you can hardly motivate yourself to get out of bed. work had become monotonous and meaningless, the streets of japan were safer than they had been in years past, so most of your days were spent patrolling and training if they weren’t consumed in paper work. you felt stagnant, and things were only complicated further by your conflicting emotions. all your friends from school were retired to spend time with their families or in the process of retiring to go home and take care of their parents or kids—and then there was you. a family would be…perfect, but it was a touchy subject with shouto and you didn’t want to press the matter just because you needed a change in life. so yes, you started tinkering around with hobbies to try and get your mind off of things, knowing you had accepted the possibility of not having children when you agreed to be his misses todoroki. he hadn’t taken the possibility completely off the table, but you knew he wanted to broach the subject whenever he was ready. so you started using the home gym a little more, picking up books your girlfriends recommended, even working on your cooking skills all in an effort to feel something other than bored.
you didn’t associate your issues with shouto, still acting as normal as possible in other regards other than your drifting away. you really didn’t think he’d notice given the lack of emotional fluency he had, hoping if you could replace the void growing within you that everything would go back to normal and you could be as happy as you were five or ten years ago. but he had noticed, of course. he missed his wife alongside him, but it wasn’t his fault that he had trauma associated with family and was unsure of himself as a father. it certainly wasn’t his fault that when you got married right out of high school you hadn’t cared—knowing that you love him either way. this is still true, of course, but back then you hadn’t imagined you’d feel this way, this tired of the life you worked so hard for. so ready for the next chapter, especially as ochako welcomes baby midoriya number two and you’re left in charge of the elder brother at the hospital.
the little boy was only about four or so, absolutely adorable and the image of his father. he was a giggly kid, clinging to his “auntie” with excitement to meet his baby brother or sister. ochako called as soon as she was sure she was in labor, and you dropped everything to go support your closest friend, not that you needed an excuse to leave work early anyway. shouto was still working, of course, as a top five hero he was often kept busy. but that left you to wrangle the toddler on your own. it was way easier than you expected, even with the energetic little boy bouncing all over the waiting room waiting for his dad to come get him. he still conversed with you and ate his lunch like a good boy—though that’s because his parents were so good at raising him, but what would you expect from them?
all the day proved to you was that you weren’t just making up solutions to your problems, having a family really is what you want. but still, you love your husband more than this want, so you’ll double down on your hobbies until you find something that sticks.
he reads your texts over and over, waiting on you to get back from the hospital. he had set up a date, truly romantic when he tries to be, and when bakugou answers his calls. following his advice, he had your favorite dinner made and the dining room table was intimately set. ochako had her second baby, and that threw a minor wrench in his plans even lthough he was overjoyed for them, and for you for being their dependable friend in that moment. he sits at the table, all the food keeping warm in the oven as the wax of the candles starts to wane. he had flowers, wine, all the things he knew to try and connect with you and get to the center of your sleepless nights.
when you walk in, he stands, smiling sheepishly. you smile back, though it doesn’t reach the entirety of your eyes. then you notice he’s guarding the table, and you creep closer. “hey, honey.”
“welcome home, sweetheart.” he nods, stepping aside to show you the lovely dinner scene just for you. your heart melts a little at his effort, knowing it was always a great show of his love to do something like this, much preferring cuddle sessions and shared showers over grand displays of affection.
“aw, shou.” you pout, giving him a big hug, “this is so pretty, to what do i owe the pleasure?” you giggle like everything is normal. he hums in thought, slender arms holding your waist as he stews over what to say.
“you’ve been distant as of late.” he says without a trace of malice or disappointment. his words catch you by surprise–he did notice. he lets you go, pulling out your chair and tilting his head for you to sit. “why?”
you clear your throat and sit, any charade you wanted to drum up crumbling in your brain. you can’t lie to him, but how could you approach this without feeling like you’re betraying his trust and wishes. you sigh. “i… i’ve just been trying to find new hobbies.”
“you’re hardly sleeping, and i feel like i never see you anymore.” he frowns, making his way to the oven to retrieve the dinner the chef made. “what is it really, sweetheart? do you feel as if you cannot talk to me? is it something i’ve done?”
you chew the inside of your lip as he assembles food on your plate. “i don’t enjoy hero life anymore. i’m ready for the next chapter, to feel important for other reasons.” you reply, not wanting to make him at fault for your whirlwind feelings as of late.
he takes in what you say, smart enough to connect some dots. the picture you sent him of you holding baby midoriya in your arms and big brother proudly sitting on your lap was the happiest you’ve looked in some time. “the next chapter…as in, motherhood?”
you look up at him, studying his mismatched eyes for a hint of how he feels. you sigh, “i know, i know. i guess that’s why i’ve been a little withdrawn…i feel bad about it, i know what you want.” you chuckle sadly, sipping at the wine provided. “really, i’m trying to get over it, i guess. maybe we could get a dog?”
now he was disappointed. not in your desires, but that you put his possible feelings above your actual ones without ever speaking to him about it. just like you, he had changed as well. he wasn’t the same unsure eighteen year old he was when you married him, and though he still held trauma from his childhood, he had long accepted the concept of being a father since you were by his side. he could do anything if he was with you. he cuts into the meal and gives you a sympathetic glance.
“you should have told me. a family…i think i’m ready for that, if you’re saying you’re ready to stay home in that way.” he hums, knowing you wouldn’t put yourself in harm’s way after becoming a mother. you gape at him, replaying his words over in your head.
“wh–i don’t want you to do it just for me.” you double down, blindsided by his revelation. had you really put yourself through all of this for nothing?
“i would do anything for you.” he replies instantly, and he meant that with no restrictions. “but i had considered it again around the time izuku welcomed his first.”
“meaning you were ready four years ago?!” you almost cry out just from the shock alone, and he chuckles softly.
“not ready to have one then, but i knew i would want some eventually. now is a good time. we’re stable. you made me nervous.” he sips at his wine, eating his food nonchalantly.
“i made you nervous? i–” you sputter, still grappling with the fact that shouto was more than willing to try for a baby.
“i thought i messed up, you were drifting from me. i wish i had known all you wanted was a child.” he hums thoughtfully, a full plan coming together in his head to comfort both of you. “and you haven’t been getting enough sleep for weeks, so i’ll make sure you get both tonight.”
you took that to mean that he’ll fuck you to sleep, another thing he’s prone to do at times. so you shower and meet him in bed, trying to repress your giddiness. you didn’t notice the devious smirk your husband gave you as you sink into his arms. he pulls the blankets over you both, leaning in to give you the routine kisses before bed, and then he turns over like he’s going to sleep.
you look at the ceiling in the dark with confusion. did he forget or change his mind?
“you have to go to sleep before i’ll give you that child, sweetheart.” he speaks into the night, making your heart pound with a mix of frustration and intrigue and warmth at how he cares for you, as worked up as you were for him now, you groan and turn over. your brain is quiet as it’s your heart that races for once, and eventually you’re able to drift to sleep.
he waits a few hours to make sure you’re good and asleep, his whole plan would be ruined if he woke you up. shouto loves you more than anything, and he hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he was worried. you had to be well rested, especially if you hoped to give him a baby after all. so only when he hears your quiet snores and deep breathing does he scoot closer, gently positioning you on your back. you dressed in a little nightgown in anticipation of him anyhow, so it was easy for him to locate your waiting bundle of nerves. he rubs you carefully, drawing small circles over your hood as you squirm the slightest bit beside him. he slides his fingers down to the familiar hole beneath, nodding at the feeling of slick appearing, your sweet body was responding to him. he crawls between your legs and carefully pushes your nightgown up over your chest, completely bewitched at the sight of your nipples perking up and goosebumps covering your perfect body.
he thinks it’s almost ridiculous to think he wouldn’t want children with you. you’ve been in his life since his ua days and no one knew him like you did. you were someone so clearly meant to be a mother, it would be a crime not to give you the family you deserve. he easily parts your thighs, massaging and kneading the thickness he finds there as he lowers his face to your slick cunt. he’s always so gentle, but no time more than now as he hopes to remedy all your problems in one fell swoop like a good husband should. he laps at your center, angular nose bumping against the sensitive clit nestled above until he can hear your breathing change. he didn’t think he’d like it this much, but knowing that your body responds to him even subconsciously has his dick growing in his pants. you taste just as good as usual, growing wetter against his face with every passing second. he slides his fingers in, needing to know when you came. you spasm around the digits as his mouth focuses your swollen clit, and he knows you won’t take much longer. he may need his time understanding emotions and the like, but he knew your body like he knew his own. a few more flicks of his tongue over your nub and pumps of his fingers tickling your insides has you unraveling, and even in your sleep you look majestic cumming on his face.
he shoves himself out of his boxers, admiring the way you still jerk when he presses his his fingers to your sensitivity. he draws your thighs around his slender hips, angling his pretty cock to your folds. he nuzzles the length along your folds to coat himself despite the pre oozing from his pink tip, taking a second to enjoy that sight in and of itself. then he sheaths himself, careful not to hiss too loud. you feel amazing, clenching him so tight even in the r.e.m stages of sleep, it’s almost too much for him to process. this was the first attempt at a baby, a family he never imagined himself having until he married and matured with you. it’s intoxicating, really, the way he rocks his way into your waiting pussy, silky walls guiding him in and out without any resistance. he has to bite down on his lip not to grunt and moan at how you feel, promising himself that he’d stay quiet and fill you to the brim. he pushes your legs to your chest, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. you only pant softly as he draws in and out of you, figuring this deep angle would be the best for his seed.
all you did was follow his orders, getting the rest he demanded in exchange for his cum, even though he really won in the end. getting you to sleep, getting to see your body recognize and beg for him, getting to shove his cock deep and impress himself on your womb was more than a fair trade. a soft grunt slips past his lips as his hips stutter. his balls feel unimaginably heavy and then they don’t, his heavy load being fucked even deeper by the determined man you married. even when his warmth pools around his own dick as it goes soft inside you, he doesn’t quit, rolling his hips until he’s too sensitive to continue.
he’s the one that doesn’t get any sleep that night, watching you sleep with his seed tucked in you only inspired him to take breaks and keep pumping you full, resigning himself to rest hours later when he can’t possibly cum anymore.
I am a SUCKER for hanahaki disease. I gotta spend more time writing man. I also wanna draw Leon throwing up flowers
forget-me-nots snippet | leon k.
genre(s): angst, romance, modern au warning(s): hanahaki disease trope, unrequited feelings, self-loathing, stream of consciousness, language music inspo: adieu - emily bindiger
It was cute, really—how he thought he was getting away with sneaking glances at a certain former femme fatale.
Like his jaw wasn’t already well-acquainted with the floor whenever a familiar shock of scarlet stained the scene.
She—being one Ada Wong—had sashayed past your table with her lips painted rouge. Carried the scent of jasmine and danger with her, placing a nimble hand on Leon’s shoulder. Coupled it with a well-placed wink and a “See you later, handsome,” crooned in that seductive voice that never failed to derail him—never failed to sink your heart into the deepest reaches of your stomach.
You wanted to hate her. Honestly, you did. But you couldn’t find it within yourself since she’d reformed and joined the agency. Turned her back on the life of debauchery in favor of something straighter-edged.
And it didn’t help that Ada was…surprisingly kind. Resourceful. Charismatic. Professional. And Leon speaking life into her name like the enchanted soul he was, swayed you further away from your road of disdain when it came to her.
The hearts haloing his head were palpable.
You could touch them if you wanted. Reach out and flick those cartoonish little things, and Leon’s eyes swirled with them, stained all shades of lovey-dovey. The sight of his longing made you hide a snicker behind your hand, and your heart burn cold.
Leon’s attention snapped to you. All traces of that puppylike infatuation were replaced by mild amusement. Over the sultry croon of the songstress onstage, beneath the sepia glow of the chandelier overhead, his brow quirked with a question.
“What’s so funny?”
The bass of his voice rattled your bones. Enamored you. Always did, drawing your elbows onto the table and your chin atop folded hands. Something in your chest pulsed and pinched, but you masked the throb of it with a teasing smirk.
With a deep sigh pushing through your nostrils, you searched the stratosphere of Leon’s eyes. Admired his features as he maneuvered himself to mirror you on the table. A habit you’d both acquired through your years as partners. Anyone passing would mistake you both for being two pining fools. Though, they wouldn’t be too far off in their assumption.
“Nothin’. Just wish someone would look at me like that.” Despite the tease your voice carried, sadness sank between the vowels and consonants.
Really, you did want him to look at you like that. But you knew you’d never hold a place in Leon’s heart. Not like she did. Could never imagine Leon shuffling around those feelings to make room for someone as plain as you.
Leon blinked a few times. A subtle shade of peach dusted his cheeks. He broke eye contact, taking to fiddling with a wrinkle on the tablecloth as a subdued smile rounded his lips.
Shy was something foreign for your partner. Manly, precise, and goofy were not. He was always so sure of himself. Purposeful in every word, and every action, with a terrible pun or two sprinkled in to break up the monotony of the moment.
So imagine your surprise when Leon Scott-fucking-Kennedy sat amid the liveliness of the ballroom, tucking his bashfulness into the collar of his dress shirt like a boy caught rifling through the cookie jar.
The notion of someone else making butterflies swarm in Leon’s stomach made your chest grow tighter. And a pressure akin to thorns sank into the column of your throat, grazing downward until your trachea grew raw and your chest pulsed again with liquid fire.
It would never be you, would it? Could never be you, right?
“Dunno what you’re on about,” Leon chuckled, anxiety residing in the depths of his voice. This avoidance: he wore it well. Still couldn’t look your way because he’d been caught red-handed, making googly eyes at the woman who haunted his dreams and tarnished yours.
You felt something hot drop into the pit of your belly. Felt your face twitch with the threat of a grimace, yet you brushed it off as quickly as it came.
“Oh, come on. You so wanna bone her right now.”
Leon huffed. Your eyes were trained on how his forearm muscles flexed beneath the polyester of his tux as he reached around the centerpiece for the bottle of Chardonnay. Dragged it from your side, settling it before him with a definitive clunk.
“I think you’ve had too much to drink, little lady. I’m cuttin’ you off.”
It was hard to miss the humored glint of his eye. How he bowed forward in an easy slouch with his fingers laced together, relaxed because he was in the company of his partner. His friend. Nothing more. Never anything more. Your stomach gnarled and lurched, but you tamped it down like you did everything else.
Scoff. “I don’t think you’ve had enough, Mr. Kennedy,” you said, snatching the bottle back to top off your champagne flute. Lost count of how many glasses you had. Anything would suffice to drown out the cacophony of your thoughts. To muddle the sound of vines twisting together and—
Leon leaned back against his chair, dusting off the lapel of his jacket. “Tryna cut back.”
Your brow twitched. Surprising because Leon could throw back a bottle of whiskey like it were water.
“Oh? Would a certain vixen in red have something to do with that?”
He snorted, looking off to the side. “Ada? Nah, she’s…she’s cool.”
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