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kingkonoha:

obsessed with this artist and you should be too
@/enviep1 - art creds I // art creds II // art creds III // art creds IV

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zandiiangelspit:
“Nap time~ ♡
Ashley needs to rest and Leon happily lets her do so while keeping watch.
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isacoremeow:

Can you dodge this

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raidenfanclub:

Mission success!!

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triple-asstro:

The Cat and The Mouse
Originally posted by haddonfieldwhore
the same, but on ao3!
pairing: leon kennedy x afab!reader
summary: You’ve agreed to a joint mission with Leon Kennedy in a rural village in Spain, you never expected to be involved with a cult. You also never expected your tension to be resolved after a certain chain incident.
a/n: hey guys, this is my first smut fic. i hope you guys enjoy it, i tried my best with this one and bc i’m in a leon kennedy brainrot lol. hopefully i can get re4 remake just for him ❤❤❤
words: 2.5k
song: friends - chase atlantic or chit chat - beach weather
warnings: sexual content, smut, hair gripping, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, resolved sexual tension

When you agreed to a joint mission with Leon Kennedy in a rural village in Spain, you never expected to be involved with a cult. You also never expected to be chased by rampaging villagers controlled by a parasite.

At first, the opportunity to finally go on a serious mission instead of the scraps you’re left with was almost too good to be true. Almost three years on the force was proving to be more menial and repetitive than you think. It was a pull that drove you, a pull to finally discover what the world had to offer. Plus, you could spend more time with the latest face Leon S. Kennedy. When you first saw him, you immediately recognized him from Raccoon City’s news station and even some rumours about him working in the CIA. Others spread these rumours like glitter across the hardwood floor, getting into every crack of the force. But to you, something sparked in your mind. It was a spark of intrigue, a spark of mystery, a spark of something new. He didn’t want to talk to others at first, opting to avoid any contact with anyone if possible, much to your disappointment.

After a few months, the stoic act dropped. You could remember it as clear as the clouds. It was a Thursday at 10:49 in the morning when you were making coffee in the break room, wearing your signature neon eyeliner. The rest of your coworkers were either busy with the overloading files piling at their desk or out for a smoke break, eager to escape said overwhelming workload. You opted to get a headstart to your load, with a coffee. The familiar blue walls kept you company along with the sound of churning coffee grounds until you heard footsteps resonating behind you. You turned around to see Leon himself, leaning against the doorframe of the break room with his arms crossed.

You greeted him with a faint smile. “Hey there, Kennedy. Want some coffee?”
Instead of his usual nod or shake of the head, he responded, much to your surprise. “Nah, I’m good. Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Really? The break room is suddenly off limits?”
“Never said that,” he said. He made his way towards the adjacent counter, to which you observed.
“What’s with the chatty mood? Done with the brooding cop act?”
“No, just with you.” he answered, staring as you chuckled. This was a new side of Leon you didn’t expect. The brooding stoic cop with a sense of humour. Quite the revelation.
“Cute, funny boy. Why did you actually switch?” you inquired as his eyes surprisingly drifted down, his hand rested on the edge. Almost as if he was letting go of a mask, resetting his face. You kept observing his hands and their unique look. The veins popped out almost unnaturally, but not as freakish. Just entranced by the way they flex and contract with every movement.
“Nothing. Just happenstance.”
“Fine. I’ll bite this once, Kennedy.” you stated, grabbing your coffee and playfully bumping his shoulder, exiting the break room. With that, you began a month-long chase. A month of anonymous flirty notes stuck on your cubicle walls, a month of confusing glances that lingered too long, and an entire month before you got your intriguing proposition alongside your opposing fighter in said chase. It was truly something to take by the reins and pray it doesn’t kick you in the stomach.

Now, you’re half-conscious, scanning a dimly lit room wondering where the hell you are. Your eyeliner was smudged, staining your sleeves strangely enough. Drowsiness was still remnant in your mind, along with the numbness of your mouth. You could feel someone else’s breath dripping down your neck, its presence unnerving and spreading throughout the entire room. You tried searching the floor through your feet but nothing, nothing that could either cut or loosen whatever was tying your wrists above.

Where was Leon? Where were you?

“Hello?” you asked, dreading whatever response arrived at your door.
“Huh? What the fuck?” a voice answered, thankfully a voice you recognized. It was Leon’s, in its husky glory.
“Kennedy, you alright?”
“Somewhat, yeah. What about you? Are you hurt?” he questioned.
“No, I’m alright.” you responded as a bright light flicked on him. You then heard Leon mutter something to himself before he jolted up, sending you out of your seat and into the air before you got back on your feet. The rest of the lights flicked on, finally offering a sufficient source of illumination. The room you were in seemed to be an old boiler room, rust embellishing every object except for the chains. The chain was bolted high above inside a winch, leaving two sides tied to you and Leon.

“Do you have any idea how to get out of here?”
“I’m working on that,” he grunted, tugging his chain. He kept pulling and pulling, the winch’s old metal groaning everytime it attempted it. Eventually, the winch broke, causing it to clatter on the ground and send your chain along with it, pain coursing through your wrists and body.
“Ow!”
“Sorry, I was- I… worked on it.”
“I know, you certainly did….” you mumbled, shoulders slumped and eyes drifting in and out of consciousness.
“Who would’ve expected this, huh?” he quipped, shooting your eyes back up. You chuckled at the odd joke, knowing it was a personal attempt to shine light on a seemingly hopeless situation.
“You read my mind, Kennedy.”

Silence. That’s all that accompanied you. No matter how much you joked, how much you bantered back and forth, nor how many hilarities you traded back and forth, it would all be worthless. The only people who know you’re both here are far from your grasp and with the crop of locals you’ve seen so far, rescue was far from likely. As you were running down the list of potential escapes and sudden miracles, a thought appeared in your head. Not the morbid and grim thoughts that were occupying your mind, but a thought that could help.
“Hey, can I ask you a question?”
“Uh, sure. Ask away.”
“What would be the ‘perfect’ day for you?”

You could see Leon heavily sigh, giggling to himself as he attempted to cover it with his shoulder. You saw his smile, his god damn beautiful, stupid and enchanting smile. Even with one sight of it, it completely threw you off. It sent your brain into overdrive, forgetting about the previous thoughts and now, worried about what to do in front of him like it was last month all over again. You didn’t see him as the stoic cop with an odd sense of humour, you saw him as Leon Kennedy, the dedicated yet dorky agent. What a man, am I right?
“A nice rainy day inside with a nice steak. That would be killer right about now.”
You humorously sighed. “You’re really thinking about food right now?”
“Who wouldn’t? I sure am. What about you?”
“Honestly, a nice walk through some rainy woods. I used to do it a lot as a kid to calm myself down.”
“Not these woods, though right?”
“No, no, not these woods in a long shot. Maybe a park if I can’t find woods but I don’t know, something’s comforting about rain.”
“I hear you, anything would be better than this.” Leon emphasised, his eyes darting every corner of the room. “Is it my turn to ask?”

You felt your eyes downturn once again, and felt an impending fear overcome you. This could be the last time you’re ever awake, or even alive long enough to recognize it. “Yeah, I guess it is. Ask.”
“Why do you call me Kennedy?”
“Because it’s cute.” you answered, tilting your head slightly askew. “It’s a great last name, and mine is too boring.”
“What, are you trying to claim it?”
“Maybe. We’ll see after this, won’t we?” you teased, flashing a smug smirk. Leon’s cheeks flushed a bright cherry tint as he tried to seem occupied with something on the ground to avoid you from noticing. Clearly, it failed.

You felt your exhaustion overtake you, slumping down to the floor with your back resting against the wall. “Hey Kennedy, can I be honest?”
“Sure.” he answered, directly across from you.
“I…” you sighed out. “I was really excited to go on this mission with you. To be honest, I jumped at the opportunity to go on this mission, especially with you. You’re a great person, Kennedy. I admire you entirely and sure, maybe this is the last time I’m able to be in the same room as you. And if I’m actually going to be completely, transparently honest, you have entranced my mind, my body and my entire soul. Out of a million ways to die, it’s an honour to die alongside you. You’ve won the bite, Leon. I admit defeat to you.”

Silence wrapped you in its unnerving embrace. You just spilled your heart out to him, and maybe, some people would call it stupid. Some people would call it unwise, call it silly, who cares. Let them call it what they want. If you hadn’t said that, you’d probably curse yourself so much, it would’ve created a hell worthy enough to bamboozle the atheists.
“Look out!”

You were pulled out of your mental fog and onto the floor closer to Leon. As you looked behind you, you saw a crazed villager swing his axe towards your previous position. You and Leon were both on the same side of the room, glued to opposing corners trying to figure out how to handle this lunatic.
Thinking quickly, Leon eyed towards you to move slightly up to which you did without hesitation. Then, he gripped the spare length of the chain and swung back, whipping him in the eye and sending him in a daze. As if in sync, Leon leaned back and wrapped his spare chains around the lunatic’s neck and using his knee, snapped his neck with one move. You stood there, half shocked and half electrified due to you being fixated on the way the movement made his muscles flex, or the way his face stayed stoic during the entire action. The lunatic slumped to the ground, with you rushing to inspect his corpse for any keys, or miracles for that matter. Luck seemed to be on your sleeve as you fished out a rusted metal key from his pocket.

“Hey, Kennedy.” you said, immediately tossing the key towards him. Of course Leon being Leon, he catches it without any second thought and unlocked his restraints before flinging it back towards you. You unlatched your restraints, rubbing your wrists as they showed prominent marks in tinted peach red. Leon kept standing still like a streetlight, shoulders panting back and forth.

“If you’re wondering if I still meant the things I said,” you muttered, fidgeting with your hands. “I do. I still do.”

You approached him, careful to tread your next steps. You caught his gaze, staring deep into his eyes. It was a silent approval, a silent confirmation. One whole month of flirty teasing and confusion all solidified with one glance. Before you could even blink, you were pushed against the wall and pulled into Leon’s embrace to which you welcomed with open arms. Your bodies pressed together, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in your head as you both pushed your lips against one another, sharing a singular breath. The feeling of his hand on your throat only furthered that feeling of ecstasy.
“Say it again.”
“Say what?”
“My name. Say my name, sweetheart.” he gasped, catching his breath.
You knew exactly what he was referring to, almost as if your minds were interlinked as one. “Leon, oh Leon. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

His lips moaned, feeling soft and comforting as they parted slightly, allowing your tongues to slip in. He tasted warm and the mere feeling of him on your tongue was enough to send you into another spiral. Everything about him was breathtaking. His voice, his breath, his touch was enough to send flutters in your stomach. Your hands unzipped his jacket, tossing it on the floor while his hands reached for your trousers. He then suddenly stopped, eyes darting towards yours looking for a go-ahead.
You nodded repeatedly as he yanked down your trousers, showing your midnight blue panties. It wasn’t long before those were removed too, revealing your already damp pussy. The chill air grazed your bare skin, echoing out a moan from you. Leon knelt down, placing your legs between his head.
“So beautiful, sweetheart.” he moaned, peppering ravenous kisses on your midsection, leaving small hickeys embellishing your skin. His tongue slipped through your folds, the wet sensation leaving you writhing to his touch.
“Fuck, Leon,” you wailed, grinding against his lips, praying to relieve the evercoming wave that was looming over you.

“I wouldn’t have waited a month if this is what I was missing,” he said, dragging his tongue across your folds. You gasped, burying your fingers into his hair and gripping deep as you echoed his name. He groaned in pleasure at your touch. Warm liquid oozed down your thigh and decorated Leon’s lips and black t-shirt as you looked down. He noticed your glance and flicked his tongue against your clit, knocking your head back up. He licked up and down, your cunt already throbbing after a few minutes. You couldn’t believe yourself right now. The scenario that played out a million times in your head in various differing situations and variegated ways is now being fulfilled at this moment.

“Keep going, Leon. Keep doing what you’re doing,” you whimpered, catching a glimpse of the tip of his cock in his palm, slightly leaking from pre-cum. You both shared another glance, almost communicating telepathically. Leon’s eyes proposed another action, and your eyes answered yes. With one motion, he thrusted his throbbing cock in, making you wheeze out any air you had in your lungs. He kept this pace, driving his cock deeper while pinning your wrists above you with his other hand.
You felt your pussy contract, your clit enlarging while your bottom part contracted. Dizzying lust quickly subdued you as your mouth swiftly dried up. The dreaded wave of pleasure started to loom over you along with a tight grip almost snapping in your stomach. It was about to arrive at any second now. He kept thrusting and thrusting, the pleasure increasing as you felt it almost crash into you. A shiver of ecstasy shocked your nerves as you came, the cum dripping out of your pussy when Leon pulled out. As he stepped back, you both collapsed to the floor in exhaustion.

Getting up from your positions and resting both of your backs against the wall, you, wrapping yourself around Leon’s previously discarded jacket, stared into his eyes. They seemed slightly livelier than before, almost sparkling at a glimpse. Leon wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You gave a lovesick smile as he turned his face towards you, cupping your cheeks and looking at you with such adoration and infatuation.

“Shouldn’t have waited a month?”
“Shouldn’t have waited a month.”