Is That A Challenge???

realizing i have. two settings when it comes to leon

1. tie me to a tree menace levels of horny. need him so bad i could kms why isn’t he real

2. forty two page dissertation dissecting every line of dialogue he’s ever said and how each relates to the complex facets of his personality, the extent of his trauma, and expands upon his backstory. my screen is wet because i’m crying. he’s literally a real person

Same

Why fic no climb out of my head and lie down in paper? Why must I write fic? ☹

Thinking about a Levi fic I wrote for kinktober a couple years ago and then deleted not long after. I’m gonna rewrite it….

Not to be TMI but…

───clark can't sleep

notes: 18+, smut, nipple sucking

clark mouths at your nipple slowly and lazily, as if he's not in a rush to do anything except this, with his breath feels warm against your skin. he hums a low, satisfied hum as you move, your fingers in his hair, and then he drags his tongue over the top once again.

“clark,” you murmur, half a warning, half a sigh.

“mm?” he doesn’t stop, just flicks his tongue again, lips closing around you with a soft, wet pull.

“this is supposed to help you sleep.”

he exhales a quiet laugh, lips grazing sensitive skin. “it is.” another slow, deliberate suck, his fingers tracing the shape of your ribs. “this is the best way, actually. scientifically proven.”

you roll your eyes, but it’s hard to sound exasperated when he licks you like that, slow and warm. “is that so?”

“mhmm.” he nuzzles against you, breath steady. “calms me down. makes me feel good.” his voice is rough, softer than the dark pressing in around you. “makes you feel good too, doesn’t it?”

you don’t answer right away, and his teeth graze lightly in response, just enough to make you jolt. “thought so,” he murmurs, before sucking again, slower, deeper.

Special Girl

Cw: pining, mentions of masturbation, piv sex, protected sex, oral (m&f receiving), fingering

The sound of your front door opening and closing was normal, someone was always on the move, but your interest was piqued when you heard your brother laughing, indicating he probably had a friend over, and you prayed it wasn’t who you thought it was

Your brother’s best friend growing up was Leon Kennedy. He was just a year older than you, and you’d always had a huge crush on him. Actually, crush was a weak word for this.

You were

hand-in-your-panties-like-your-life-depended-on-it obsessed with him.

You were a slut for him and he was none the wiser.

You sat and thought for a moment before making up your mind. Timing it perfectly, you crossed the hall to the bathroom as your brother came up the stairs with his friend, letting you see who it was.

Fuck, it was Leon.

He seemed much more handsome than he was the last time you had seen him. Maybe it was because it was summer, but his skin was tanner and his hair was more blond than usual. He was Adonis in the flesh, everything you could ever want.

You spend a few moments pretending to use the bathroom, flushing the toilet and washing your hands to make it convincing. Then you duck back across the hall and into your room.

It’s begun to get dark and you're laying on your bed wrapped in just a blanket reading National Geographic. You’d gotten accepted to Penn State for anthropology, and you wanted to spend your summer preparing for when school started up. Your walls were covered in clippings from previous issues, the city of Petra, the carved churches of Lalibela, ancient statues, any picture that interested you honestly. You loved to look around your room at them all while you thought.

You’re pondering what all you’re going to take to your dorm when you hear the garage door rumble open. Your father was home, which meant it was almost dinner time.

A groan escapes your lips as you roll off the bed and shuffle to your closet to find clothes. You clutch your blanket around your shoulders like a cloak as you dig around, pulling out an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of basketball shorts. Not exactly the best dinner outfit, but decent. You knew if you looked too nice your brother would pick on you for being a try-hard later.

When you go downstairs to help your mother set the table, you're more than surprised to see Leon doing it already.

“Oh Leon, you didn’t have to do that,” you say, reaching out a hand for the remaining silverware.

“Oh, hello,” he mumbles. “Your mom said I could stay for dinner, so it’s the least I can do.”

“Honey, you can get the plates. You know, Leon goes to Penn State too? Glad to know I’ll have someone to look out for you.”

Your cheeks turn pink at your mother’s words, and you're grateful that your back is turned. Look out for you.

“So uh, how do you like it?”

“S’alright, I guess. Better than being sent to Harvard, like my old man wanted. He wanted me to be a lawyer.”

“That’s good. Are you going for criminology like you wanted?”

“Yeah. I’m really glad to have done it. It was nice, standing up to him for once.”

“Yeah…”

After dinner’s been served and you’re just sitting there, poking at your plate, halfheartedly pretending to listen to your brother ramble about the upcoming soccer season, you can finally say you’re bored. Your father replies to whatever it was David had just said when you feel a foot brush against yours.

At first, you thought it was an accident, but when it happens again, you look up, meeting Leon’s eyes as he chews before looking back down at your plate. A few moments pass without another brush, so you cautiously stretch your leg out and bump your foot against his. Leon doesn't react to your touch, he just keeps eating.

Maybe it was an honest mistake. You mentally berate yourself for thinking he would touch you on purpose. You jump slightly when you feel his foot on your calf, gently stroking it.

“You alright, y/n,” Leon questions, looking as innocent as possible while he torments you, unbeknownst to your family.

“Yeah, just a chill, that’s all.”

“Oh, okay,” he shrugs, turning his attention back to David and your father.

Your cheeks burn and you take a couple more feeble bites before asking to be excused.

You laid awake that night, wondering what the fuck that was all about. God, you really needed to piss.

You rolled out of bed and pulled on your fluffy robe before heading to the bathroom.

When you step out of the bathroom, you bump into someone.

“Sorry David, didn’t see you.”

“And where are you going, pretty girl?”

Fuck. Nobody told you Leon was spending the night.

“J-just back to bed.”

“Why d’ya sound so nervous, hm,” he questions, backing you into the bathroom and closing the door.

“You scared me, that’s all.” Your robe was riding up and the counter was so, so cold against your bare ass.

“Just like you were chilly at dinner, right,” he questions, you can hear the grin in his voice as he lowers his head beside your ear, lifting your chin with his finger.

“Leon…”

“What, baby? Say the word and I’ll stop.”

“Please, don’t,” you whisper

He leans away and takes a step back.

“No, wait- that’s not what I meant, Leon please.”

“Ah, so you do want me then?”

You nod.

“That isn’t enough, sweetheart I want you to say it.”

“Leon, that’s not fair, please. Need you.”

He chuckles to himself and returns to his original position, lips brushing against your neck as he speaks.

“You need me, hm?”

You nod again, slightly aware of how pathetic you’re being, but too caught up in Leon’s affection to care.

“What does my pretty girl want, hm? How bad do you need me,” he whispers, brushing his fingers up your thigh and under your robe.

“Nothing on under there. Was that intentional or did I just catch you at a good time?”

“I never wear anything to bed,” you murmur, bringing your hand up to rest in his hair, giving it a slight tug as his lips abuse the tender flesh of your shoulder, teeth grazing against your collarbone as he groans.

“Go wait for me in your room. I’m gonna make sure we won’t be bothered.”

You nod softly and poke your head out of the bathroom, making sure no one's watching as you scurry across the hall into your room while Leon hangs back.

After what felt like eternity, Leon comes into your room, easing the door shut behind him and sliding the lock into place. Your nerves are absolutely shot, and you shiver as you watch Leon come towards you, the way his tight shirt hugged his broad shoulders and slim waist, accentuating his silhouette.

“Is everyone asleep,” you question, pushing yourself up in the bed, tugging your robe tighter around yourself.

“Yeah,” he hums, sliding into your bed beside you, taking a swatch of your pink satin sheets between his fingers and feeling it. “Nice sheets, I see why you sleep naked.”

You giggle and rest your head on his shoulder. You had been awkward around Leon for as long as you could remember, In middle school, watching him from across the cafeteria as he flipped through an X-Men comic and filled out the mail-in sheet on the back, or in high school when he shrugged at every girl that tried to ask him out and you had been so sure he’d give you the same answer, so you’d never bothered.

Despite being dismissive most of the time, he was there when it mattered, like your junior year, when you had snuck out and gone to a local college party and gotten absolutely smashed. Leon had been there too and followed you around all night, shielding you from grabbing hands and switching your drinks out for water as the night wore on before driving you home and helping you sneak back into your window. Or when he’d come hiking with your family and you’d gotten water intoxication and he’d carried you back to the car to cool you off and taken you to get some extra salty fries while your family finished their hike.

But things were different now, you were both adults, and you knew that he wanted you as he tilted your chin up and pressed his lips to yours softly while his free hand went up to caress your cheek. His hands were calloused from his frequent visits to the gym, but they felt so good as they roamed your features, tracing the curve of your lips. The bridge of your nose, the arch of your brow. You wanted nothing more than to feel his hands all over your body.

“Leon,” you whine, tugging at the hem of his shirt, trying to get him to take it off. He finally takes the hint and pulls his shirt off and drops it on the floor. You yelp as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap.

“Shh, we still gotta be quiet, baby. Can’t get caught can we, then I can’t come visit anymore, hm?”

“Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting it,” you whisper, leaning in and kissing along his jaw.

“Mh, feels good,” he mumbles, exposing his neck to you as you trail kisses all across his throat, grazing your teeth along his Adam’s apple, making his breath hitch.

When you pull away your robe is barely covering enough of you to be considered decent. Leon looks up to meet your eyes, groaning when you untie your robe and let it slide down your shoulders, exposing your shoulders and the tops of your breasts. He allows his gaze to drop back to the soft plain of your tummy, the curve of your hips and the way the blanket wrapped around your hips pools between your legs just enough to cover the one thing he needs the most.

You can feel him, straining against his shorts as you cautiously lower yourself to brush your pussy along his sensitive bulge.

“You should take these off Lee,” you hum, tugging at the waistband of his shorts.

He nods and lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down so he can kick them off. He groans as his cock springs free from the confines of his pants, standing at attention, so close to your entrance he can feel the warmth coming from you.

You shrug your robe the rest of the way off and drop it down with Leon’s clothes, moving from his lap, kneeling beside him and resting your head on his thigh and kissing it softly once before licking along the underside of his cock, making him grip at the sheets.

You tease him relentlessly, kissing and licking at the tip of his cock, your warm breath fanning against his skin. He lets out a deep groan when you finally take him in, tongue swirling around him as you take him deeper into your mouth. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as he tangles his fingers into your hair and guides you to take him into your throat.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers. “You’re taking me so well, fuck,” he moans bringing his other hand to caress your cheek.

Leon studies the way your body moves as you pleasure him, the arch of your back, the curve of your ass, the way you look up at him as you moan around him.

“M’gonna cum, fuck. You gonna let me cum in your mouth?”

You nod weakly as you take Leon deeper into your throat, pressing your nose against his tummy as he finishes. You lap at his tip, making sure you don't miss anything as you pull away, swallowing thickly and gasping softly as Leon pushes your hair out of your face and smoothing it down.

“You did so good for me,” he praises, stroking your cheek and motioning for you to lay back. “Let me return the favor, hm?”

“Please,” you whine, laying back on your bed, watching intently as Leon takes his place between your legs, right where you’ve always wanted him, tips of his fingers lazily trailing along your thigh while he looks up at you.

He teases your entrance before easing two of his fingers into you, making you whimper.

“I don’t normally do this, but you’re my special girl,” he whispers, ducking his head between your thighs and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. “But you have to be quiet, okay?”

“I’m your special girl,” you question, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks as he rests his head on your thigh, his hair tickling the tender flesh there.

“Always have been. Why do you think I look after you like I do? You promise you’re gonna be quiet?”

You nod and give him a gentle smile, laying back into the pillows and running your fingers through his silky hair. He curls his fingers into you, testing the honesty of your statement, pleased when you only let out a soft whimper and lock your ankles around his shoulders.

Leon takes your encouragement and buries his face between your thighs, tongue lathing against you as his fingers continue their steady rhythm inside you. Your soft moans and the way you tug at his hair are more than enough to drive him insane, urging him to focus his attention on your clit to draw more out of you, his fingers lazily curling into your sweet spot as he grinds his hips into the mattress, looking for a little relief of his own.

“Leon, ah- ‘m so close.”

You can feel him grin against you as he nudges his nose against your clit before taking it back between his lips, making you shove your fist in your mouth as he draws an orgasam out of you. He chuckles and just keeps eating you, not caring about the way your legs shake around him, or your heels digging into his back, or the way you’re dangerously close to ripping out a chunk of his sandy blond hair. No, all he cares about are those cute little noises you’re making, accented only by the occasional whine when he brushes his fingers against that spot inside you.

Finally he pulls away, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he crawls his way up to you, his fingers still buried to the hilt in your dripping cunt.

“How was that? Hm? Anyone ever done that for you before?”

You shake your head and he grins, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to your lips. You can taste yourself and it’s one of the hottest things you think you’ve ever experienced.

“You think you’re ready for me, baby?”

“Yeah… I can take it.”

“We’ll see,” he teases, pulling his fingers out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness, and brings them to his mouth, sucking all of you off of them. “You know baby, you’re just so damn good, don’t want to waste it.”

You reach up and wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss, teasing your tongue against his lip, smiling against him when he allows the intrusion. He pulls away and you reach for him, but he doesn’t yield to your grabbing hands, reminding you that he’s just been a willing participant in your arms until now.

“You have a condom?”

“I’m on birth control.” That’s what guys really wanted to hear, right?

“Not good enough.” Oh. He actually wanted one.

“Top drawer of the nightstand, not sure they’ll fit though.”

“You flatter me. Ah, here.” He rifles through the drawer until he finds one, tearing the little foil packet open with his teeth, hissing softly as he rolls it on.

He’s back on top of you as soon as he’s got it in place, grinding his hips against yours and pulling your legs around his waist.

“See, now you can keep those pretty legs of yours around me as long as you want and we don’t have to worry.”

You giggle and reach between your bodies, taking him into your hand and giving him a couple of strokes before lining him up with your entrance. He eases himself into you until he bottoms out, using one hand to lace his fingers with yours while the other grips at your headboard.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Didn’t know what I was missing until now.”

He starts out with a slow pace, taking the time to pull almost completely out of you before sliding back in, relishing in the way you push your hips up to meet his. Taking it slow was almost unbearable, but you were his special girl after all, and he wanted you to know he’d look after you however you wanted, even if it meant torturing himself to get you used to him.

After a small eternity you tell him to speed up and he doesn't need to be told twice. His thrusts become short and deep, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the stuffy silence of your room as he keeps his lips on yours swallowing down the moans that tumble from your lips. He takes his hand from yours to knead at your breast, enjoying the way they bounce every time his hips slam into yours. He knows you’re close by the way you tighten around him, so he opts to lean back and grab your hips, digging his fingertips into the supple flesh there, setting a punishing pace as his own hips stutter and he lets out a whine as he cums, lazily thrusting to carry you through before pulling out and falling beside you, pulling the condom off and knotting it, dropping it into the trash can beside your bed.

“So,” he questions, propping himself up on his elbow. “How was that?”

You’re still laying there trying to catch your breath, so you just let out a choked sound of agreeance.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just-”

“Just what?”

“A lot of things. Good things. But-”

“Start small then.”

“None of my other boyfriends would kiss me after I sucked them off.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Sorry,” you laugh nervously, sure you’d already screwed it up.

“Don’t be. I’m not opposed to it. In fact I’d quite like to be your boyfriend, but what else.”

“And then you ate me out, and-”

“Go on.”

“I’ve never cum like that in my life.”

“Those other guys were missing out then,” he replies, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

That’s what you always liked about Leon. No matter how much you could try to stroke his ego, he always took it humbly. You wiggle yourself around to face him and press a kiss to the tip of his freckled nose

“Hey, baby, I don’t want to just run out on you and ruin a good thing, but I gotta go back soon,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours before slipping out of your bed and getting dressed. You watch with a twinge in your chest as he makes his way towards the door.

“I understand. Are you gonna come see me again?”

“You know it baby,” he grins, opening the door and slipping out before easing it shut behind him.

Screaming, crying, throwing up, going mad even

Bloody Angel

Plagas Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary: Leon made it back home to his best friend he hasn't confessed to yet, injured like every other time he comes home from a mission. But these injuries prove to be to much for you or him to handle.

Words: 3655

Additional tags: 18+, idiots in love, major angst, hurt/no comfort, minor and major injuries, medical stuff (wound care, mentions of stitches), horror, body horror, blood, gore, graphic descriptions of death, suicide, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Author's note: uh... this was supposed to be like Loverman but sweeter and fluffy. Not this! But I was inspired by @uhlunaro's HOST and DECAY and it went on from there (I really hope you like it!!)

And a fun fact! I cried while writing this - I've never done that over my writing before. This fic has ruined me!

Leon was gone for over a week, thrown into the abyss and barely made it through in one piece. But the mission was finally done. He got Ashley home safely to her family and he made it back home to her. His best friend and roommate, though he wished for more but wouldn't say anything. He couldn't say how he really felt, she deserved someone who didn't disappear for weeks or months at a time with almost no contact. Yet even without knowing how he really felt she was always the light at the end of the tunnel, an angel.

He walked into the house, all the lights were off besides the bathroom one. (Y/N) had to be asleep, at least he hoped. He kept his steps light, discarding his jacket, tossing it on the floor near the door – it could be dealt with in the morning, when he wasn’t so tired he couldn’t think clearly. He undid each strap, taking off the holsters and leaving them on the table to deal with later. All he wanted to do was to fall into bed and not think.

He walked past her room, pausing for a second when he heard movement, wondering if he should say something before she found out in the morning.

"Leon?" (Y/N) asked quietly, turning in the bed and getting up from the bed as she realized who was standing in her doorway. It felt like a dream to see him here again after so long.

"Yeah, it's me," Leon replied. He didn't comment on her state of undress, teasing her like he normally would, standing on his feet took most of his focus. Everything hurt and he just wanted to see her again, to sleep comfortably.

"Are you hurt?" She asked, walking over slowly and taking his hand. The same question as always. It was a greeting of sorts, the first words typically out of her mouth every time he showed back up. No hi, no I missed you, no what happened. She never asked what he did, what his job was, even though he could tell she desperately wanted to know and he was grateful. She saw enough of the aftermath, she didn't need to know the details.

"If I said no would you believe me?" He asked sarcastically, standing still as she grabbed his hand. It was no use to stop her once this started, not that he actually wanted her to stop touching him.

"If you weren't covered in blood, possibly," she replied, looking down at his blood encrusted knuckles. "Where?" She asked, looking back up at him. How she still was still gentle with him despite all the times he annoyed her he didn't know.

"My left arm and side," Leon answered, knowing it was useless to hide any injuries, no matter how inconsequential. "Bunch of bruising on my back too. I don’t think anything is broken."

"Okay," she said, pulling his hand and leading him to the bathroom. He followed along wordlessly, allowing her to work, to move him around however she needed. He sat down in the chair she brought in and began to remove his shirt, trying not to aggravate his injuries further. She placed her hand on his, stopping him so she could do it.

Once she got the bloody shirt off, she tossed it on the floor, turning her attention to the large lacerations on his arm. It was clear he had tried to deal with it, though she couldn't tell if it was dealt with during a fight or if it was just his typical shitty attempt. She frowned at the sight but said nothing. She knew the only answer she'd get from him was "you do a better job" despite how much it frustrated her. She was convinced he did it on purpose just so she would keep taking care of him – an awkward attempt at keeping her around as if she was going to leave. A thought that had never crossed her mind.

Leon watched her as she moved around, grabbing the one box she kept on the sink filled with medical supplies. He knew there were others left around the house, but this one was clearly left here for him. It was always fully stocked and she always had odd colours and patterned bandages. He briefly wondered whether she did it on purpose or not, but knowing her it was on purpose.

"I have to clean it," she muttered, grabbing a damp cloth and moving closer to him, her hand holding onto his bicep underneath the laceration.

"You don't need to do that," he replied as she dragged the cloth over his skin, the cloth turning red as she cleaned off the blood. Leon knew what she was doing, why did she always warn him? Not that he didn't appreciate it, it just confused him.

"What, clean it?" She asked with an eyebrow raised, looking up at him for a moment.

"No, warn me. I know what you're doing."

"It's a habit. Would you rather me ignore you the whole time?" She replied dryly, pulling away long enough to rinse the blood out of the cloth. "Lift your arm a little," she ordered as she moved closer again, going to clean the smaller wound on his side. He did as she asked, keeping quiet as she worked.

She finished up cleaning the blood off, tossing the now dull red cloth into the sink and washed the blood off her hands. "Are you staying?" She asked quietly, turning to the box to grab bandages and other supplies. She hoped he would, but she also needed to know whether she needed to stitch him up. The wounds weren’t as bad as they first appeared and could heal easily if left alone – but only if he could rest.

"Yeah, I'm off for a while," he said with a sigh. He hoped he was, they said he was but his vacations always got cut short. Maybe this time would be different.

He watched her, noticing her hands hovering over the pack of needles. He didn't think his injuries were bad enough for stitches, but she always knew better than he did with this. He never argued with her, she knew how to deal with this better then he did.

"Good," she said, trying to hide a smile as she grabbed a roll of bright pink bandages and a jar of salve. "You're lucky then, you don't need stitches," she added.

"Or you're lucky, you mean," Leon muttered, his lips twitching into a smile as he noticed her light up at his words. She was terrible at hiding her emotions from him. He knew she was happy he was sticking around, that it wasn’t just because she disliked stitching him up.

"Maybe it's both," she muttered, kneeling down so she could see his side properly. "I hate stitching you up," she added, slowly wrapping the bandages over his wounds. 

He said nothing in response. What could he say - sorry? He wasn't sorry. She was the only one he trusted to do this, the only one who he knew would do this no matter how shitty he was to her. Not that he ever meant to hurt her. It just happened sometimes. He didn't have a choice when he had to leave, even in the middle of the night.

"Now turn around, I need to see your back," she said as she finished wrapping his arm and stuck a figure underneath, on the uninjured side, testing the tightness. He held still long enough for her to move her hands before moving around, showing her his bruised back.

"What the hell..." she whispered, dropping the roll of bandages and it rolled over hitting his foot. "Leon, what happened?" She asked quietly, placing her hands over the dark veins and bruising all over his back. His back felt hot to the touch, too hot for just bruising or a strain. His entire back was nearly purple, any veins near the surface of his skin black and she could just barely see them move.

"That bad?" Leon asked dryly, pretending to ignore the fear building up. Trying to hide that he felt like she'd just slapped him, that his throat didn't close up in fear at her reaction.

She never reacted like that - not even when he'd walked into her home and collapsed, nearly bleeding out on her before she could get him up off the floor. She'd call him a dumbass or some random, made up insult while gently taking care of him. She'd snap at him when he told her he left his wounds so she could deal with them then hug him and threaten him if he never made it back to her.

She never showed fear, not outwardly. Not when she was coated in his blood, so close to out of her depth, so close to nearly being unable to help him. His blood nor being able to see into his flesh never made her panic. No matter what she stayed calm, always the calming presence in his life. Soft hands and words, never fear or real anger when he needed her help.

If she was showing it, it was way worse than he thought.

"Leon, do not lie to me. What happened?" (Y/N) asked, keeping her voice steady, though he could hear her voice crack a little. She moved her hand over the darkest spot on his shoulder blade. There was no room for arguments, it was a demand.

"I got… infected. But I'm fine. I was cured, nothing to-" Leon began, getting cut off by her.

"What did you get infected with? Virus? Parasite?"

She was too damn smart for his own good.

"Parasite," Leon answered after a moment, looking over his shoulder at her. He expected her to be upset, to be furious at what hurt him but he never expected to see fear. "What-"

"You didn't get it all out then," she cut him off, looking up at his face. "Hang on, let me," she trailed off, turning and grabbing a hand-held mirror and holding it up so he could see.

It was just like before.

Dark veins scattered across his back, the bruised, achy feeling, the lethargy, all the beginning signs except coughing up blood. Though the more he thought about it, he briefly remembered the coppery taste when he'd woken up on the plane on the way home. How did he not realize sooner?

He couldn't say anything, his voice failing him as he stared at his back in the little mirror.

The parasite was still in him.

"Leon-"

He jumped up, turning around to back away from her. "Don't, you can't," he snapped, backing away towards the bathroom doorway. He had to get away from her before he lost control over his body again. Now he had no idea what to expect if it happened – Saddler was dead, how could the parasite in him even survive without the dominant parasite?

"Leon, it's okay," she replied calmly, holding out her hand to him, trying to calm him down. "We can handle this." He could clearly see how she'd wriggled past all his walls like this, how she always did with her animals. Even panicking, he wanted nothing more than to go to her. He didn't know how she did it. "Leon," she said softly, her hand still held out to him as she took a step towards him, then another and another until she was touching his arms. "I'm going to help you, I'm not leaving."

Leon stared at her for a moment before giving in, wrapping her tightly in a hug. He knew there was nothing to be done now - the parasite matured too much now, but he almost believed something could be done with her words.

"It's going to be okay."

He clung to her, shaking slightly as he tried to wrap his mind around this. There was no going back now, the lab had been destroyed and the procedure didn’t even work. He was out of options but to stand here, holding onto her tightly until it became too much.

***

It took only a few hours for the signs of infection to become noticeable and debilitating. Dark lines snaked around his body and he’d coughed up more blood than he ever had previously.

The bathroom became his spot for now, he couldn’t get far before coughing up more blood and he forced himself to not make more of a mess than he already had after accidentally vomiting on himself after a bad coughing fit.

The pain only got worse as the minutes went by. His back felt like it was on fire, like someone kept stabbing him but the migraine was the worst part, at least right now. The coughing fits caused a headache on its own but the migraine from the infection made it so much worse.

"Get away from me," Leon hissed, weakly pushing her away as he fell to his butt on the bathroom floor. The pain was overwhelming, he could barely speak. He was thankful he was already kneeling on the bathroom floor, he didn’t know if he could handle more pain from falling.

"Leon, stop. Let me help," (Y/N) said calmly, kneeling down beside him and placing her hand on his arm. "I'm not afraid of you, you're not going to hurt me."

"What if- what if I do?" He whimpered, pressing his forehead against the cool floor. The coolness helped soothe the blinding migraine, though it did nothing for the other pain. If he could move his limbs he'd push her away, run, anything to make sure she didn't get hurt or worse, infected. 

But (Y/N) was just as stubborn as he was, maybe more. His weak attempts to wiggle away from her grasp just ended with him pressed up against her side, wrapped under her arm.

"(Y/N)," he groaned, writhing on the floor more, the pain in his back becoming unbearable. He couldn't move his right arm, the shoulder refused to move despite how hard he tried. It felt like he was being controlled like a puppet. The Plaga both the strings and hand, forcing him down and taking what it wanted.

The writhing black mass under his skin shifted and rippled underneath, slowly growing darker and pushing upwards, blotting out the dark veins on his back.

"I'm here," she said softly. "I've got you," she pulled him closer, lifting his head up onto her thigh to keep him from hurting himself more. There was nothing she could do now but keep him as comfortable as possible.

Leon groaned again as the blackness under his skin got closer to the surface. One last push and it burst through his skin, a large tentacle-like appendage with a sharp claw laid on the floor beside him, twitching limply. Blood poured down his back and over (Y/N), coating everything. 

"It hurts," he whined, his arms giving up on him as he fell to the ground, going limp over her lap.

"I know," she murmured, as she carefully wrapped an old t-shirt around the appendage and pressed down, hoping to slow the blood loss. She didn't know how he was even still with her with the amount of blood he'd lost, let alone speaking, though she didn't show that outwardly. "You're going to be okay. I'm not letting you go." She said firmly, leaving him no room to argue.

Leon weakly moved on her, shoving his face on the floor again, needing the cool tile against his forehead. It did little to ease the migraine but he had to try something. The pain was the worst he'd ever felt and there was nothing he could do about it.

She could see another dark spot on his back move, this time on his left shoulder. It moved quicker than the first did. She placed her hand over it, hoping the coolness of her skin would ease the pain but he didn't react to it at all, as if he didn’t even recognize there was a hand on his back. The skin began to tear around it as the dark mass got closer to the surface, pushing its way out.

After a moment it burst out through his skin, causing him to grunt in pain, weakly writhing as it fully emerged from his skin. He didn't have the energy to do much more than twitch as the pain from it overwhelmed him again. It caught his attention when he felt resistance on the appendage suddenly disappear. As if something was holding it back broke.

He laid on (Y/N)'s lap, panting and trying not to hyperventilate.

"Leon…" (Y/N) gasped, the breath forced out of her lungs as she looked down at her chest in shock. The large sharp claw had pushed through her hand and chest, limply hanging down her back. The pain was maddening, yet all she could do was sit there in shock, staring at him, mouth agape.

"(Y/N)!" Leon screamed, yanking himself off of her in horror. What little air was left in her lungs was yanked out as the appendage was torn away, tearing her chest up more, pieces of lung and flesh caught on the sharp tip. All she could do was stare blankly at Leon, her hand resting on her chest, blood pouring over it. He could see through her.

"No, no!" he whined, forcing his limbs to move to drag himself back to her. The pain was overwhelming yet he didn't care. He had to get to her. "I'm sorry, I…" He wrapped her in his arms, her body growing cold against him as more blood poured over him. 

"I love you," she whispered, barely able to make her lips move. Darkness creeped in the corners of her vision, the rest fogged over. She couldn't see Leon now, just a blur of red from their blood. All she could do was hope her confession was enough.

"I love you," Leon murmured, tears falling down his cheeks and onto her face. "Don't leave me, please. You can't!"

(Y/N) raised her hand weakly, placing it on his cheek. It took every ounce of strength left to hold her arm up long enough to touch him, her arm falling back down, leaving a bloody hand print on his skin.

Her body twitched as she wordlessly cried out. Limbs twitching uncontrollably, albeit weakly, she squirmed in his grasp. Leon held her tighter, refusing to let her go despite her slipping through his fingertips.

She cried again, head tossed back and only the whites of her eyes showing. A pitiful, broken sound no living being still clinging to life made.

Then nothing. She slumped down, completely limp in his arms. An empty husk.

"(Y/N)! No, please," Leon cried, holding her limp body tighter. He knew she wouldn't respond but it didn't stop him from trying to wake her. She had to still be with him. She promised she'd never leave him dammit!

Leon laid there sobbing, his head resting in the crook of her neck as her body lay draped over him. He kept a tight hold on her, refusing to let her go even after the bleeding stopped and he was covered in her blood.

Her skin was ice cold by the time he laid her body down on the floor in front of him. She almost looked peaceful now, laying down, eyes still open but dull and lifeless, almost angelic. Blood coated the floor and their bodies, painting her as a bloody angel, left to die from his mistakes.

He didn't say a word, forcing himself to his feet and stumbling to her bedroom. He threw everything out of his way, the mirror on the back of the bedroom door falling and shattering when he shoved it open. The shards of mirror cut into his feet, though he paid no attention to the cuts. None of it mattered now. All he could think of was to grab her desert eagle left in its case under her side of the bed. 

Silver Ghost was closer, left on the kitchen table, still in the holster, just a few steps away from the bathroom floor. Left there until she had patched him up, awaiting his attention, just like every other time. But it wasn't any other time. It had to be her pistol. He didn't know why, maybe a sick sense of justice, that something of hers would fix this, maybe just because it was hers.

Leon shoved the bed sideways and grabbed the case, fumbling with it as he forced it open. He grabbed the pistol and a single bullet before stumbling back to her body. His legs barely worked and he kept tripping over his feet, though he forced his body to keep moving. He fumbled with the pistol as he loaded it. His blood covered fingers made it nearly impossible, it taking far longer than he ever had before.

"I love you," he murmured, dropping to his knees beside her, tears still falling down his cheeks. He sat in front of her, wanting to keep his eyes on her lifeless face. Her eyes stared blankly at him and he wanted to look away but he had to face her.

His last memory had to be of her.

He raised the pistol, the cool, blood covered metal almost soothing the blinding migraine. He pulled the trigger, a loud gunshot rang out, disrupting the silence.

He fell forward onto her, muscles twitching uncontrollably, yet he was silent besides the quiet gurgling as he choked on his blood. The pistol fell onto the floor loudly, landing near her thigh, just barely touching her. Eventually he stilled, laying limply on her just as she did him.

They'd never be apart again.

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Candlelight

Cw: loss of virginity, piv sex

Eli groaned as he settled on the edge of the bed to untie his shoes while you shed your dress and hastily pull your nightgown over your head while his back was still turned.

“I enjoyed today,” he says suddenly. “Did you have a nice time?”

You hear his shoes clunk on the floor and shuffling as he begins to dress for bed. Eli’s near-nudity didn’t make you nearly as nervous as the prospect of him seeing you. You’d seen him in his boxers countless times when you had gone swimming together in your youth. Things were so different now, but at the end of the day, Eli was still the same boy you had spent almost your entire life beside.

“Of course I did, I married an amazing man.”

He pauses for a brief moment, before resuming his present task. “What about the house? Do you like the house?”

Oh he was so terribly nervous. Before the wedding, Eli was as composed as a monk, calling on the pastor from the next town over to officiate, calmly instructing the women of the congregation on how to decorate the church. He had it all together while you clambered for your composure just outside the door, waiting for your cue.

But here he was, anxious now as you were earlier that morning, questioning if you were actually happy with the life the two of you were building. The house he had had built for the two of you to live in was beautiful. A small place with three bedrooms, settled under the big tree not far from the church. Asking him for anything more would be foolish. It was perfect as it was.

“I’d love anything you gave me,” you reply, pulling back the covers and slipping into the bed.

He sighs deeply. “That’s not what- please be honest.”

“Darling, it’s a very nice house. Don’t be so nervous, I’m just your wife.”

Eli slips into the bed beside you, leaning against the headboard, smiling softly when you roll over to face him.

“That’s the terror of it. I’ve married the woman I’ve loved since I was a child. I don’t know where to go from here.”

“As sentimental as ever,” you chide jokingly, moving to rest your head on his thigh, tugging the blanket around your face. “I thought I had lost you when you gave your life over to God.”

Eli had suddenly become a zealot when he was fifteen, turning almost all of his attention to the scripture. He’d left town when he was seventeen to study under another Pastor a few towns over, returning when he was nineteen and promptly asking you to allow him to formally court you. He was your childhood sweetheart, so naturally you agreed, and so did your parents, thinking that a man of God would be good to tame your wild nature.

Ever the untamed child you were, always coming home after dark with scraped knees and bruises from falling out of trees, a sheepish Eli trailing behind you, knowing he was going to be punished for being late, but refusing to leave you. Summer days spent holed up in a blackberry thicket gorging yourself on the sweet fruits, face and fingers sticky, bathing in the pond after to rid yourself of the feeling, returning home hours later in your soaked shift, dress thrown haphazardly over your shoulder as you darted past your neighbors to avoid being seen.

As you’d grown older, Eli was less resistant to going swimming with you, then laying in the sun in the grass, chatting as you waited for your underclothes to dry, sometimes stealing a kiss or two if one of you felt brave that day. You two had been especially close in the weeks right before Eli had disappeared. When he did, you’d grieved him like he was dead, despite his folks and yours assuring you it was only a temporary arrangement.

Even though Eli was a ‘Pious’ man, and in all technicality, in charge of you, he let you do as you pleased, not having it in his heart to stamp out your youthful nature. He preached his sermons and then followed you to the pond to swim for a few hours before walking you home for the evening. He’d return right after breakfast the next morning to get you and not be surprised when he was informed that you’d already been gone for hours. When he would find you perched in a tree, munching on whatever fruit grew there, he would join you, talking for hours or sitting in silence. It didn’t matter much to him, he was just happy to be back.

“I gave myself to God so I didn’t humiliate myself. I was so young and immature I surely would have driven you away. I had to put the energy elsewhere.”

You chuckle and wrap your arms around his leg. “It’d take an act of God to get rid of me.”

“Don’t say that,” he laughs, running his fingers through your hair, fighting the urge to admit that the prospective act of God terrified him.

“Sorry,” you hum, pulling his leg closer to your body.

“I’m joking, darling. You usually wrap your hair when you sleep, what’s changed?” Oh he just loved bringing up the time he walked in on you in your night clothes a few months ago after forgetting to knock. You could have very well been nude. Had he no shame?

“Aren’t pastor’s wives supposed to be plain, besides, don’t we have ‘marital duties’ to carry out?”

Eli chuckles at your comment and prys your hands from him so he can settle himself beside you. “I’d have to go blind to see you as plain. We only have to lay together if you’d like to, I’ve abstained long enough that I don’t think a while more will kill me.”

“I’ve always been curious as to what it’s like. I wouldn’t mind,” you hum, pulling yourself to rest on his chest, basking in the rise and fall of his breath and the gentle thrum of his heartbeat.

His heart stutters at your words. “Has nobody told you what it’s like?”

“No, mother said it was unladylike to speak about it so we never did.”

“When have you ever been ladylike? It’s almost cruel, sending you into the lion’s den unarmed. My father sat me down to talk about it once, right before I left. It was uncomfortable,” he pauses and releases a breath. “He went into excruciating detail about… many things. Perhaps that’s what drove me away. I believe I was too young to fathom the complexity of the situation then.”

“How do you mean,” You question, propping yourself up on his chest watching as he thinks carefully of his answer, a soft pink dusting his cheeks, drawing a smile to your lips.

“I couldn’t connect the feeling, the… experience to the explanation. Youth is overzealous with emotion. It drives to the point of madness, there was no time to truly think on it. I believe I have a firmer grasp on it now,” he hums, bumping his forehead against yours.

Eli’s in a state you’ve never seen him in, his pupils blown wide, his face flushed, lips parted slightly, warm breath ghosting against your lips as you gaze down at him. You bring the hand not supporting you up to tangle in his chestnut hair, leaning down, brushing your lips softly against his before kissing him warmly. His arms wrap around you, pulling you into him as he follows your lips with his, urging you to kiss him more harshly, and you do. You’re fervent, soft flesh against flesh, and mess of teeth and tongue and obscenely wet sounds as the two of you become closer than you’ve ever been.

You whine when he bites your lip a bit too harshly, almost drawing blood, but he realizes his wrongdoing and quickly soothes it with his tongue. One hand moves up to hold the back of your head while the other trails down your side to grip your thigh with almost bruising vigor, urging you to straddle his thigh. You allow him to pull your leg where he wants it, settling into your new place over him. Eli falls back against his pillow, heaving for breath, saliva trailing down his chin, a dopey smile gracing his lips as he slyly brings his thigh up between yours, making your breathing hitch in your throat at the friction, a warmth pooling in your belly, familiar but not.

“Have you- Have you ever…touched yourself,” he asks, innocently enough, leaning up to press his lips briefly against yours again.

“No.”

“Oh, God,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut, pushing his head back into the pillow. His hands roam up your back, bunching your nightgown in his hands as they fall to rest on your hips, pulling you into his thigh, drawing a soft moan from your lips. “M-May I,” he murmurs, tugging on the cloth to distinguish his intentions.

“Yes,” you whisper back, pulling away to allow him to pull your nightgown over your head, leaving you completely bare before him. His cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson and he looks away for a moment before focusing his gaze back on your face. “You look almost as embarrassed as I feel.”

Eli opens his mouth to speak, promptly closing it and furrowing his eyebrows. “I’ve just never seen a woman like this is all.”

“And I’ve never been seen,” you counter, crossing your arms over your chest.

He chuckles, scrunching up his nose and bringing a hand up to run his thumb along your cheek. “Nothing to be ashamed of, you’re amazing. Kiss me?”

You lean down, and bump your nose against his before pressing your lips to his, and he kisses you the way he had before, drawing physical reactions from you. HIs hand gives your waist another squeeze before shifting his weight, rolling you onto your back and following close behind. Your breath hitches in your throat as you realize you’re suddenly at his mercy. The scraggly, unimposing boy you had known had grown into a man during his time away, still far from intimidating, but Eli was of his own will now, knowing what he wanted and he had the means to get it. You wouldn’t oppose him even if you wanted to.

The sound Eli makes when he ruts his hips against yours floods you with unfamiliar emotions, urging his body closer to yours. Despite your urging, he pulls away, taking you in, his brows furrowing again, his eyes drifting to the side as he thinks. Finally he decides his course of action and pulls one of your legs up to his shoulder, kissing your ankle chastely. He works his way up your leg, his kisses becoming harsher as he reaches the tender skin of your inner thigh before stopping. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging softly to encourage him to continue whatever it was he was planning.

He buries his face in between your legs, his tongue carefully testing your reaction. When you whine and fist his hair more harshly, he takes it as a sign that he’s pleasing you. It’s clear from his uncertainty that he’s inexperienced, his mouth moving hesitantly against you as he gauges each reaction separately. He’s a fast learner, doubling down on the motions that draw the most from you, reveling in the way your back arches and your thighs squeeze around his head.

You whimper above him, attempting to squirm away from him, prompting him to grab your thighs and pull you back to him. The pleasure he takes in knowing he’s the only one that’s ever made you feel like this, that he’s the only one that you’ve let please you, it’s almost too much for him to bear. He releases one of your thighs, bringing his fingers to tease at your entrance, gathering the slick combination of your arousal and his saliva on them before carefully easing them into you.

A moan tumbles from your lips at the sensation. Eli’s fingers are almost skillful as they curl into you, beckoning you closer and closer to the edge. And then you’re there, falling over with a cry of his name, pulling him closer and squeezing him with your thighs as he pulls you through your orgasm. The sensation’s so unfamiliar that you don’t even register that it’s too much until you’re trembling and pushing him away.

When Eli pulls himself away from you he looks as wrecked as you feel, his hair mussed, chin slick with you, gasping for breath as he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. “Are you- okay? Was that good?”

All you can do is nod and whine, opening your arms to him weakly. He accepts your offer and settles his head on your chest, taking notice of how erratic your heart is in your chest, of how he made it that way. He stretches up to kiss you again. It’s rougher than he would have liked, but he’s still worked up, straining painfully against his cotton shorts as he does his best to keep his composure for your sake.

“Eli, what about you,” you ask, sliding your hand down his back, toying with the waistband of his shorts.

“I’m fine, you don’t have to-”

“I want to, besides, it doesn’t really count if we don’t right?”

“Okay, are you sure you’re ready,” he asks, propping himself up on his elbow, looking down at you, taking in your soft expression.

“Of course,” you reply, smiling innocently as you push his shorts off his hips. He kicks them the rest of the way off. The sudden realization that Eli is completely naked has you putting all of your focus into maintaining eye contact.

“Nervous,” he teases, leaning down to kiss you.

“Me? Never,” you counter, your fingers cautiously crossing the space between you and taking hold of him. His cock is heavy in your hand, your touch making his breath catch in his throat helplessly. Eli’s hips fall into place as you open yourself to him. His hand comes down to guide your hand in lining him up with your entrance, whining as he teases himself against you.

Eli groans and drops his head into the crook of your shoulder as he pushes into you, just barely, slowly easing himself in, giving you time to stretch around him. You grip his shoulder, nails leaving crescent imprints as his hips finally meet yours, a breathy sigh falling from his lips at the sensation. The fullness he brings is almost too much, tears brim in your eyes as Eli brings his forehead to rest against yours, a sign of affection he had been giving you for years when he didn’t know what else to say or do, just a gentle reminder that he’s there with you. It was comforting and familiar despite all the new things you had done together already that day.

“Eli,” you breathe, leaning up to brush your nose against his. “I’m okay, you can, you can move now.” He nods against you and pulls his hips away slowly, the drag making you both moan. Eli sets a slow pace, bringing his hand to rest on the side of your neck, thumb caressing the curve of your cheekbone as he leans to kiss you.

His thrusts become sloppy as he gets closer to his own high, moving his hand from your face down between you, clumsily trying to get you to finish before him, groaning when you tighten around him. You fall over first, wrapping your legs around his back as his hips stutter and he spills inside you. He drops his body onto yours haphazardly, completely spent, groaning and kissing you despite fighting for his breath.

When he pulls away an emptiness follows, making you want to hold him closer as he settles on his side of the bed facing you. “Was that good? Do you need anything?”

You just nod and pull yourself towards him, resting your head on his chest, listening as his heart rate slowly returns to normal. “It was good, you don’t have to keep asking. Just hold me.”

“Okay,” he murmurs, you can hear the soft smile in his voice even though you can’t see him. He wraps his arms around you and strokes your hair as the two of you drift off to sleep together.