Candy Candy (1976)

fem!reader, talk of pregnancy, birth, jus a lot of fluff and a bit of angst :)

as sanemi had grown older he had realized he was made to protect. protect his siblings from his father and his mother from him as well and at times herself. he protected her from sickness, making sure she was warm during the winter and fall season, and tending to her when she had fallen sick. he protected his siblings from sickness as well, and from neighbourhood children who were as cruel as the demons he faces now.

if only he had been able to protect his siblings from his mother, his mother from herself, and genya from the feelings of abandonment. then maybe just maybe his life wouldn’t have come to this.

on his second chance at redemption he failed. failed to save his friend from the touch of death but had gained hashira status and an unremarkable strength. was it really worth it?

meeting you had made him feel something. something foreign and sweet. your voice was intoxicating like fine sake and your touch was as warm and fluffy similar to his mother’s hugs. it was shocking really how he could find warmth in such a cold world.

you were his everything. he had engraved every moment with you into his mind and every part of your face and body was imprinted in his heart.

a few of his favourite memories of you had happened to be some of scariest and happiest moments in his life. he had never knew what true fear and anxiety was like until he had gotten the message from his crow that described how you had ran into uppermoon 2 and it left you heavily injured. he had ran a whole 6 miles towards the butterfly estate, not caring that his lungs were feeling like they would explode. he had prayed to whatever gods that existed to not take away his soulmate, his love. and it appeared that they had listened this once. been his heart had dropped to his feet again after kocho had informed him that due to the severity of your casualties a possibility was deemed that you may never wake up again. he refused to accept it, you were strong. your his goddamn soulmate! the love of his life! no god was sadistic enough to make him go through a life time of grief and sadness again. right? 

and it appears that he was blessed again. on the tenth day of your coma sanemi had awaken from the side of your bed to find you awake and smiling at him softly, your voice was still as lovely and soft as he remembered.  “good morning my love”

sanemi was never one to believe that he would find true love. that was, until he met you of course. he had always thought that genya was the one to get married, have children and live a care free happy life. but seeing as how the younger shinazugawa brother had followed the older one, it seemed as that was a distance dream as well. 

so who would’ve thought that sanemi would be the one to marry? his wedding was one of the happiest days of his life, it marked an eternity with you by his side. 

but the day he had found out you were carrying his child? he couldn’t have been more excited in his life. he couldn’t wait to care for you during your pregnancy and become a better father then his ever was.  “im going to be a father?” his eyes were wide and his mouth slightly agape. his eyes trailed down to your stomach, his baby was in there.

“i found out today and couldn’t wait to tell you” you smile and giggle at his reaction. you pull him by his hand and press a soft kiss to his cheek. he snaps back into reality and immediately wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer towards him. 

“im going to be a father!”

he smiles fondly as he reminisces about those moments, they had all led him to this very moment he had been preparing for all of 9 months. anxiety had bubbled up inside his stomach as he pasted back and fourth along the halls of the butterfly estate. 

“shinazugawa-sama, your wife and baby are both healthy and ready to see. congratulations on your new baby boy.” the kakushi slides the door open and as he steps in, he feels as if he’s on cloud 9.

he walks towards you and presses a soft kiss on your head mumbling the softest praises and faintest “i love yous” against the yell of your ear. you gently place your new born son into his fathers scarred arms, he’s careful not to move too much wanting to make sure his son is comfortable. as he gazes down at his baby he takes in every part of his face and ingraves it into his mind. his baby has the most beautiful (e/c) eyes, that he got from you, his mommy. sanemi can’t help but admire his sons fluffs of white hair, a very visible trait inherited from his father. who would’ve thought the short tempered wind hashira could be so soft? sanemi has never been more happy in his life till now, this is the cherry on top. he knows he would never want to be anywhere too far from his wife and son ever, not in a million years. suddenly all the wishes and dreams of a happy loving family seemed possible. this was just the firstborn, more would be to come soon. 

this was his third chance. and he would be damned if he were to fail again. 

baby steps ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors dni or i will call ur mom. and also the cops

word count: 5k

description: moving to raccoon city with leon, your long-term boyfriend and childhood sweetheart, doesn't go as planned. while you consider moving back home to lick your wounds, leon conspires to keep you right by his side, where you were always meant to be.

tags/warnings: yandere!leon kennedy, specifically rookie cop leon, squishy soft dom leon, manipulation and generally toxic behavior, baby trapping (via tampering w condoms), daddy kink, praise kink, pet names, no use of y/n, fingering, p in v, creampie, cockwarming, mention of vomiting

a/n: this piece was commissioned by #1 Soft Dom Rookie Leon Truther and My Feral Puppy Wife @nexysworld ,, pls pls check out her work, she's so very talented and sweet and i am lucky to call her a friend ;w; <33

hopefully if u made it this far u read the tags and know what ur in for, but out of an abundance of caution i would like to reiterate that this is a yandere!leon fic and therefore contains dark themes a la dubious/uninformed consent and unhealthy relationship dynamics. if that's a no-no for u, pls kindly move on and take care of urself !!

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-venus ♡

Leon had it all figured out from the day he met you, the first day of kindergarten. The two of you were going to be just like the movies, just like the storybooks– you would grow up as friends, blossom into lovers, marry young and start a family, and everything would be exactly as it should be. He would have fulfilled his purpose, and you would have fulfilled yours. All would be right in the universe.

And he wasn’t exactly far off, for a long time. You were attached at the hip through elementary school, somehow managed to stay friends through middle school and after an awkward, smitten kiss shared in the empty auditorium, you began dating in high school. It was perfect, he thought. He didn’t even have to pull that many strings.

You went to prom, got drunk for the first time, learned to drive, all in each other’s company. You had each other’s virginity. You’d seen, touched and savored every inch of each other. There was almost nothing you didn’t share.

It wasn’t too long after graduation that Leon applied to begin training at the police academy, just like he’d always dreamed of. It was a solid profession with plenty of benefits for both of you and it would give him the opportunity to help people, ticking off all the boxes of what he wanted for himself. It was perfect, it was safe.

No one was surprised when he soared through the police academy with impeccable marks. You were such a little angel when he graduated, showering him with kisses and sweets and letting him pound you into the mattress for a whole weekend to celebrate. And when his application in Raccoon City was accepted, you did exactly as he hoped you would and you followed right along with him.

Of course you would follow right along. You didn’t know what life without Leon meant. You couldn’t even conceptualize what that would feel like and you had no intention of finding out, but that was fine by him. He was happy to be your rock, your guidance, your big, strong boyfriend who would hold your hand and follow you through everything. 

With Leon, you would never be alone. You would never be far from home. After all this time, he was your home, exactly as your lives were designed.

For the first few months of living in Raccoon City, the two of you shared a cozy apartment. It was a little worse for wear, but it was cute, and it was a fun way to start your adventure into young adulthood together. He was happy to handle all of the spiders and quadruple check the locks every night if it made you feel safer, if it gave you an excuse to come crying to him like a beautiful angel whenever you were frightened.

Bumps in the night, creaks of the pipes, the skittering of the upstairs neighbor’s little dog, they all sent you folding into his arms, shaking like a leaf, crying for him to protect you. He was your knight, and God were you his perfect little princess. The apple of his eye, the one and only object of his affection. No, not his affection, his obsession.

You were all he thought about, day and night, for more than half of his 21 years of living. Everything he did, every breath he took was with you in mind. You were the only living manifestation of complete and total perfection, every inch of you crafted with care and divinity. Your lives fit together like puzzle pieces– hell, your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. You were meant for each other.

It wasn’t long after you moved that the job you had lined up fell through, and you were left reeling. Moving away from home just to fall flat on your face was a massive blow to your self esteem, especially considering your parents practically screamed a hole through the phone at you about it. The next few days were spent sulking around the apartment, trying to pick up the pieces and choose a completely different path for yourself.

And there was Leon to hold you while you cried. To make dinner every night and dote on you endlessly, to pamper you with gifts and to insist over and over that he could make rent on his own, that he didn’t mind if you needed a little more time to wallow before finding a job… and to console you when your search for employment would prove fruitless once again.

He was there to tell you it wasn’t your fault, that the job market was just rough right now and that no matter what, he would be there to take care of you.

Weeks stretched into months and you still felt like you were spinning out, even with Leon by your side. Every single day was beginning to feel the same and you didn’t know what to do, all you knew was that you couldn’t imagine living the rest of your life like this. Something had to give and Raccoon City clearly wasn’t it.

Leon came home with a big smile on his face, just like any other day, but today was extra special. He’d finally had his one year review at the police station, and he was getting a sizable raise. He couldn’t wait to tell you he was gonna get you out of this shitty apartment and into somewhere nicer. He couldn’t wait to sneak his way down to the jeweler in search of a ring. The storybook life he had laid out for you was coming to fruition right before his eyes.

But you were quiet over dinner, and you looked exhausted. You wouldn’t even meet his eyes as you picked at your plate.

He was just about to ask you what was wrong when you finally spoke up, “I-I think I need to move back home with my parents.”

Silence. He felt like he had been shot.

“It’s just that… I know you said you’re happy to take care of bills and everything, but I just feel terrible every day being a burden and I think I need a chance to figure things out and get back up on my feet. I don’t even know what I’m doing with my life anymore.”

His expression fell and his heart ached, any and all excitement he had about his situation now gone in an instant. All the money in the world meant nothing to him if he couldn’t share it with you, and to see you so lost and scared made him feel like he fucking failed you, his poor, sweet princess who looked to him for purpose and protection and partnership. 

Leon wasn’t stupid. He knew that allowing you to move back in with your parents could potentially be a death sentence to your relationship. When people aren’t around each other anymore, it’s only natural that they drift apart, and Leon could not let that happen. It wasn’t even an option in his brain. Something had to be done and something had to be done now, before your lease was up in a few months, before push came to shove and you would finally have to make your choice.

He wasn’t even really sure where he got the idea. It wasn’t something he’d ever considered before, mostly because he didn’t think he’d ever be put in this position.

A few nights after that conversation, Leon couldn’t sleep. It was well past two in the morning and you were peacefully asleep beside him while he stared at the ceiling, entirely lost in thought. He witnessed the worst and darkest of humanity at work every single day, but nothing scared him as deeply as the idea of losing you. 

Eventually he got out of bed as carefully as he could manage, not wanting to wake you with his troubles. He only planned to get some water and maybe a minute or two of fresh air to clear his mind, but what he didn’t plan to get was some inspiration. 

You had asked him to stop at the store on his way home from work to pick up a few things you needed, and the bag was still sitting on the counter. He took it upon himself to grab a few things he needed, too, and among the items left in the bag was an unopened box of condoms. At first his eyes skimmed over it without much interest, but it wasn’t long before he froze where he stood and turned to look at the bag again.

Leon wasn’t sure what came over him. He didn’t really feel like himself, it was like he was watching his next moves from a third person perspective, hovering above, detached. For a moment he even wondered if he was sleepwalking, or if this was a dream. He stared down at the box in his hand, carefully opened it, and pierced a hole in the center of each and every one. He tucked the packets back into the box and brought it with him on his way back to the bedroom, stashing it in the usual spot in the bedside table.

On his side, of course.

He tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn’t help but just watch you. You were so pretty, so peaceful when you were dreaming, such a nice contrast to the stress and insecurity over finding your life’s purpose that plagued you in your waking hours.

But Leon already knew your life’s purpose. He reached out, gently brushing your messy hair away from your sleepy face so he could admire you more fully, and all he could think about was how much happier you’d look with a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly. Maybe an unexpected nudge in the right direction would set you back on the correct path and make you come to your senses about moving back in with your parents.

You huffed out a sleepy little breath from between your plush lips, stirring in the bed and peeking open your eyes to look at him. It was clear you weren’t fully conscious yet, but you were trying, squirming closer to him to tuck yourself into his chest.

“W’time is it?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

He smiled fondly, petting your hair and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as you cuddled up to him like a sweet little baby bear, and he tried to pretend he hadn’t accidentally made himself hard as fuck thinking about knocking you up just to get you to stay with him. Somewhere deep down, he knew it was gross, he knew it was wrong, he knew it could violate your trust in so many ways.

But Leon was nothing if not a yearner, a hopeless romantic who couldn’t bear the thought of life without you by his side. He’d done everything right by you and you were still straying away from him, and that just wouldn’t do. It’s an act of desperation, he thought to himself, justifying his actions into the ground, I just want her so badly I’m not thinking straight, all pleas for forgiveness he would store for later use.

“It’s late, baby,” He mumbled into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

You just shook your head and tightened your arms around him, clearly on the verge of dozing off again. Perhaps if the circumstances were different, he would have just let you, but he wouldn’t be awake in the first place if it weren’t for the extreme sense of urgency he felt.

His broad, warm hands engulfed you, one cradling the back of your head while the other rubbed your lower back, tapering off to paw at your hip. Your shirt– well, his shirt– had ridden up nearly to your waist, baring your cute panties, your soft belly and your plush thighs to his gaze. He swiped the pad of his thumb along your hip, imagining your bone structure spreading open to make room for his growing baby.

Leon didn’t take the time to talk himself out of it before his fingertips were sneaking down between your legs, slipping beneath your panties and finding your clit with practiced ease. The sensation was enough to jerk you awake again, a quiet mewl tumbling from your lips as you rocked into his hand, so sleepy and out of it and just so very cute.

“Leon?” Your voice was thick with sleep, but airy and light with sudden onset desire. That was all he needed to know he had you right where he wanted you.

“Shh, shh, you’re alright,” He cooed softly, following up the soothing whispers with a few gentle nibbles and bites to the shell of your ear, knowing that such attention always melted you into a puddle. “You’re alright, pretty baby, I just wanna play with you. Can daddy play with his sweet angel?”

You squirmed in his hold for a second, pondering his proposition while barely awake, but it wasn’t long before you were nodding into his shoulder and peppering his collarbone with wet kisses in return. It never took much to convince you when he spoke to you like that, so adoring and saccharine. 

“That’s my good girl,” He mused, invigorated by your consent. Almost instantaneously he became more heavy-handed with his touches, fingertips massaging firm, purposeful circles around your clit, occasionally dipping down to collect your growing arousal and bring it back with him. “You’re all mine, you know that? Never gonna let anyone else have my baby.”

Poor you. Clueless of his intentions, you interpreted that sentence in a much different way than he really meant it. But, ignorance is bliss, and what you felt right now was nothing short of blissful.

You poked your head up just to catch his lips with your own in a wanton grasp for more intimacy, a signal of your agreement, like you were giving yourself to him. He knew it was wrong that you didn’t fully realize what you were agreeing to, but again, he compartmentalized that, deciding that was a problem for his future self. What mattered right now was securing your place at his side for the rest of your lives.

He could feel the way your hips were stuttering, he could feel how short your breaths were becoming against his lips, and he knew you were getting close. Grunting into your mouth, he forced his hand further down your panties and sank two thick fingers into your hole, stretching you open for him. The intrusion was quite a bit less gentle than you were used to from him, drawing a shocked whimper from you, but you soon began to relax once more when he curled up into your sweet spot, sending you boneless. 

“D-Daddy,” You whined, nails biting into his shoulders. “Hurts… Slow, slower…”

A shiver rolled over his body, that of immediate guilt. He knew he was being a little rough with you, and he certainly didn’t want to hurt you, but…

“Fuck, I can’t help it,” He groaned, “Been thinking about this pussy all night, princess, I need you like air…”

You could hear the desperation in his tone, and even more you could feel it in the way he touched you like he was starving, like he was stranded in the desert and you were an oasis. Softened by this– and entirely hypnotized by his praise– you resigned to the feeling, allowing him to play with your body as he pleased. He was rutting into nothing without even thinking about it, his cock woefully hard and straining against the front of his grey sweatpants.

He wanted to prepare you properly, he really did, but he was so revved up and needy, he didn’t want to risk blowing his load anywhere but inside you. That wasn’t an option. Hands shaking, he pulled away from you just long enough to kick his sweatpants off and reach for one of those condoms, silently resenting the fact that he had to wear one at all, but he had an appearance to keep up. 

He tore the package open haphazardly with his teeth and rolled the condom on, shuddering deeply. His grasp was tight on your thigh as he pulled it up and over his hip, his other hand pushing your dainty purple panties aside to guide his cock into the heavenly, pillowy walls of your ethereal cunt.

Fuck, you were so fucking tight, clenching around him, whimpering and whining and writhing like a perfect little puppy in heat. Leon’s teeth sank into your shoulder as he bottomed out in you, and he almost could have sworn he felt the tip of the condom rip open even wider. The image alone had him moaning like an animal, pinning your quivering body to his own while he rolled his hips, fucking you deep and hard and slow, savoring every single stroke of your slippery walls around his aching cock. Every meeting of your hips was joined by obscene squelching with the way you were practically sucking him in.

“G-God, fuck,” Leon growled, his face contorted with pleasure. You and Leon had always had what you considered to be an active and healthy sex life, but you’d never seen him quite so beside himself with raw lust. Whatever drove him in that moment was primal, and you could feel it in his every movement, his every breath, see it in the wild look in his eyes.

His pupils were like dinner plates as he gazed down at you, stamping your forehead with kisses and feeling over every inch of your body. “Look at you, just look at you… Such a perfect little dolly for daddy to love on forever and ever, huh? Oh, my princess…”

You were lightheaded with arousal, every nerve ending in your body lighting up with white hot pleasure. You could barely even form a sentence, just nodding along as he moaned out his praise and letting him manhandle you like a ragdoll. Perhaps his words had more than a modicum of truth to them.

“F-Feels so… so… fuck, daddy, feels so good,” You babbled mindlessly, head falling back to the pillows beneath you. He was overwhelming your senses, taking over every corner of your mushy brain. The room was dark and you were still a bit delirious with sleep and to that effect, nothing existed in your world right now but daddy, daddy, daddy…

He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the spot on your shoulder he’d so harshly bitten earlier, the pace of his thrusts not faltering for a second. “Yeah? I’ll bet it does, judging by the look on you,” He teased, nipping at your throat. “So pretty when you’re all fucked out.”

Your back was arching up off the bed, your eyes rolling back and your walls pulsing around him. Addicted to eliciting pleasured reactions from you, Leon wedged one hand between your two bodies, flattening his palm on your lower belly before pressing down.

Stars. You saw stars. A broken, high-pitched cry ripped from your throat, and you didn’t even have the capacity to hope the neighbors didn’t think you were being murdered, because you didn’t care. You could feel every rigid inch of him inside you, dragging over every nerve, his cock stuffed so deep that you swore you could feel him in your throat. Toes curling and your nails raking down his naked back, tears were beginning to prick at your eyes– you were close.

That was a good thing, though, considering he was too, and he could only hope the wet heat of your release would mask the feeling of his own. Leon sealed his lips over your own once more, swallowing your broken, needy cries as he fucked you to completion, letting his hand fall a little bit lower until his fingertips were on your clit again.

Your body twitched at the stimulation, thighs clamping down tight around his hips as you sobbed into his mouth and soaked his cock with your gushing sex. “Daddy,” You wept, clinging to him for dear life as he fucked you through your high, his own spilling out in sync. “Daddy, daddy, daddy…”

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby, I’m right here,” He cooed, taking your bottom lip playfully between his teeth before pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. “Just stay put, you’re doing so good for me, angel…”

His hips continued to piston forward as he hoped to force as much of his cum into you as he could manage, while still maintaining the believable illusion of protection. He intended to put every last one of those tampered-with condoms to use, though he wondered silently to himself if you might give up and just let him take you raw once you were to inevitably find out you’re pregnant.

You were a weeping, shivering mess in his arms, thighs clenching and twitching around him as he shushed you and babied you, petting your hair away from your tear-stained face and stamping you with delicate kisses, still stuffing his cum into you with shallow thrusts. He couldn’t wait to see you blossom right before his eyes. He couldn’t wait for you to realize your purpose was right here with him. He couldn’t wait to have you to himself for the rest of your days, his princess.

Leon remained sheathed deep within you, even as he softened, wanting to make sure you stayed plugged up well. But, he also couldn’t resist the warmth and wetness of you, how comforting it felt to be enveloped by you.

“You just stay put right there, okay, princess?” He reiterated quietly, lips brushing over your brow in a loving kiss. “Want you to keep daddy warm for the rest of the night. Can you do that for me?”

As if he even had to ask. You would have done practically anything for him when reduced to such a bleary, agreeable state of mind. He knew you all too well.

You just nodded like a bobblehead, dreamy, doe eyes staring up at him through teary lashes, hanging off his every word like gospel. He tucked you in even closer to his chest, cradling you with such adoration, his hips rocking forward every now and then just to get a reaction out of you, and to remind himself this was real.

He wasn’t at all surprised that you were able to fall asleep like that, stuffed full of cum and sated like a good little princess deserved to be. In a perfect world, you would never have to move again, just stay there in his lap forever and soak up every drop of him you could take. 

In the coming weeks, that box of condoms wouldn’t last long. The only thought on his mind day in and day out was bending you over every surface in the apartment, and you thought nothing of it. Of course you noticed his sudden, insatiable lust for you, but you assumed it was a symptom of knowing his beloved girlfriend was just a few short months away from potentially leaving. He was only grasping at every inch of you he could commit to memory, right?

In all fairness to you, you weren’t exactly that far off.

Your tired eyes pried open at the familiar feeling of Leon rutting up against you, gripping at your hips like you would disappear if he didn’t. The morning sun was just barely beginning to peek through the windows and the bed was warm, it was a lovely way to wake up, one you would never get tired of.

Or at least you never thought you would. You loved Leon— and his sexual prowess— very dearly, but you also loved being able to sleep through an entire night without interruption, and you hadn’t been getting much of that over the past several weeks.

“Mnh… Leon, babe,” You grumbled, burying your face back into your pillow. “Not today. I’m exhausted.”

He was taken aback by this at first, and then his expression fell with disappointment. Leon had gotten so used to breeding you dumb every morning before work that he wasn’t confident he could go back to functioning without it. Regardless, Leon knew that continuing his attempt to seduce you while you were this grouchy would be a death sentence, so he opted to take the path of least resistance. 

After the moment or two it took for him to process that decision, Leon’s touches quickly shifted from provocative to soothing– he was no longer grasping at your hips but wrapping you up in his arms, pressing gentle kisses to your temple and cheekbone as if to regain your good favor.

You hummed contentedly, relaxing back into his embrace. Leon always warmed up like a heater in the night, and you were more than happy to bask in it. His muscular frame was like a weighted blanket and his presence alone was usually enough to knock you out like a light, but for some reason, you were struggling to fall back asleep. Every second felt like five minutes and despite your best efforts– and your complete and utter exhaustion– sleep refused to reclaim you.

Biting back the urge to blame Leon for waking you up in the first place, you huffed out a breath and rolled over in his arms, hoping the change in position might be just what you needed.

Wrong. Very, very wrong. Something about the movement made you dizzy, nauseous, your stomach twisting into knots. You wanted to say something, but you weren’t even sure what to say. It came on so suddenly that it caught you off guard and you weren’t even fully confident you would be able to get up at first.

You whined his name quietly, nuzzling into his chest and wrenching your eyes shut in an attempt to reorient yourself, your arms closing around your middle instinctively.

“You alright? What’s the matter?” Your sweet boyfriend asked quietly, brows furrowing with concern. He could feel your body trembling against his own, your back rising and falling with short, shallow breaths.

Now it was your throat tightening, too, and the second your mouth started to flood with saliva, you knew what was about to happen. Leon didn’t stop you when you writhed out of his embrace and stumbled out of bed, depending on muscle memory alone to get yourself to the bathroom with how woozy and ill you felt.

You just barely made it to the toilet in time to vomit. The cold tile felt nice on your knees, but the impact, not as much. It wasn’t long before Leon materialized at your side with a glass of water and a cold washcloth to hold over your forehead, rubbing your back and already silently conspiring to call out of work and give his poor, sick angel the princess treatment all day.

You collapsed back into his chest with a deep shudder, reaching for the water in a desperate attempt to wash the taste of bile from your mouth. He ended up grabbing it for you, raising it to your cracked lips and helping you take slow, measured drinks.

“There you go, pup,” He hummed, rocking you gently in his lap, his poor little darling princess. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well.”

Your eyes fluttered closed, a sense of relief washing over you at last. Maybe you just caught a bug, or ate something your body didn’t agree with, or your stress and exhaustion were finally catching up to you. Surely you would feel better within a few days.

“I’m okay,” You whispered, reaching for his hand and squeezing it affectionately. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

Leon smiled, a burst of warmth spreading through his chest. You couldn’t possibly imagine what that meant to him, considering he chose to interpret it in whatever way felt most validating. After all, no one could take care of you like Leon could, and they wouldn’t have the chance to try, anyway. Not over his dead body.

Stooping down to kiss the crown of your head, Leon’s every word was thick with syrupy sweetness, “My baby, I would be so lost if I didn’t. Taking care of you is like breathing to me.”

And he meant every part of it. He didn’t just mean it, he showed it. He showed it when he held your hair back, and he showed it when you realized you couldn’t even remember when you’d had your last period. He showed it when you sent him to the drugstore in the middle of the night for pregnancy tests, and he showed it when you broke down crying at the results, wondering how this could have happened.

His favorite part was showing it when you tearfully called your parents and told them you were staying in Raccoon City, not because you had found a job, but because you were pregnant.

“I can’t believe they’re choosing to react like this, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. They should be happy for you, and it’s awful that they’re anything but happy for you,” He said, voice low and soothing, tone purposeful. “I’ve got you, princess. I’ve got you. I’m gonna take good care of you and this baby, and we’re gonna be happy. Alright?”

Leon tipped your chin up with his knuckle, making you look at him. Your cheeks were red and your eyes were puffy with tears, droplets still clinging to your little dolly eyelashes.

It was hard not to believe him when he spoke with such conviction, when he looked at you with those rich blue eyes that bled from an endless well of love. The pad of his thumb skimmed over your pouty bottom lip as you unknowingly submitted to his grand design.

Trophy Father's Trophy Son

Summary: Six years after Leon left you for Raccoon City, he shows up on your doorstep. In his sudden appearance, he learns of yet another reason why he never should’ve left that day. 

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7 K Words

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of death, mentions of depression/burnout, swearing, mentions of trauma

Tags: RE4/DI Leon, Dad!Leon, happy-ending, Leon breaks down, but he also gets his happy-ending, not proofread!

A/N: I am finally back! I never want to experience another hurricane again :) anyways, this was another request. I put a bit of a spin on it, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Thank you all for supporting my work once again! <3<3<3! Song title from "Trophy Father's Trophy Son" by Sleeping With Sirens.

Six years. Six long, miserable years that seemed never-ending. Caught in a loop of trauma and loss, never once finding an ounce of peace, Leon wondered if he’d ever found a way to cope with what happened on September 28, 1998. He lived his life like a machine, oiling just enough to wake up in the morning before he’d eventually crash and break down at night. 

Six fucking years of living a life not for himself, keeping himself alive just to play the good agent. The best agent, willingly seated at the President’s beck and call, constantly wondering what would happen if he decided to swap out his usual, “Yes, sir” for one giant, “Fuck you.” Would they reprimand him, consider his work too valuable to do anything less than a mark on his record? Or would they bite the bullet and put on right through his skull, like he’d done to the countless innocents infected by corporations that lined the thick pockets of government officials and campaigners? 

Leon didn’t know anymore. Hell, did he ever really know anything in the first place, considering his memory always loved to backtrack just 24-hours before he would no longer consider himself a man. 

September 27, 1998. 

The day he walked away from you, watching you cling to the post of your family’s front porch, wailing in the rain as you begged him not to go. He could still remember the gut-wrenching feeling of getting in his car, sitting stiff in the driver’s seat as he tried to make up his mind on whether or not to leave you behind for Raccoon City. He’d been so excited to get the assignment, raving on for weeks about how he wanted to get the chance to investigate the Arklay Mountain murders. 

He’d barely graduated from the Police Academy back then, coming home to you with a much more muscular physique and a ‘good boy’ attitude. He’d matured more than you could’ve imagined in just a few months, and that included his view on your relationship. Leon would’ve dropped to one knee back then in an instant, if he thought you’d say yes. Which is what he thought you were going to say when he asked you if you were going to move with him. 

The breakup was inevitably coming, that much he knew by the way you faltered over your words and looked away from him. You were in your last year of college, and the university nearby didn’t offer a program for your major.

The guilt on your face when you’d declined still hurt him to this day, six years later as he sat beside Ashley Graham on the plane back home to the U.S. This last mission in Spain stirred up more emotions from the past than he was comfortable with. Seeing Ada again, the woman he’d tried to let distract him from his heartbreak only to end up hurt again when he thought she’d fallen to her death, brought him right back to that unlucky night. Learning Krauser, the man whose rigorous training had nearly killed Leon and given him a sense of purpose, had abandoned his morals and joined the enemy made him seriously wonder if the life he led would ever have its upturn. 

Watching Luis die, a man whose last minute efforts to be the good guy ended with a knife to his back, was what Leon considered to be the last straw. He couldn’t go on like this anymore. His life would not be reduced to following a “democracy” truly fueled by those who held the most cash in their pockets, not the people that resided within its borders. 

And for the first time in six years, the second he stepped off the plane and dealt with the hours-long debriefings and mandatory quarantine, he allowed himself to revisit the past. He hadn’t even gotten a full night’s rest before he sat at his kitchen table, fingers hovering over the keyboard as he wondered if this truly was the best idea. 

He wasn’t the same man that you remembered, the bright-eyed rookie long gone and leaving behind an emotionless husk held together by more glasses of whiskey than truly necessary. A workaholic, bordering on alcoholic, that refused to admit to himself or those around him that he was not okay. 

“Here goes nothing,” Leon huffed beneath his breath, brushing the blonde fringe from his eyes with a shaky hand. He opened up the civilian record system he wasn’t necessarily granted access to, having called in a personal favor with Hunnigan. Slowly typing in your first and last name, he scrolled through countless hits before he found you. 

You’d never left Boston judging by your driver’s license and voting records. You’d switched addresses a few times, having recently just moved to a better part of town within the last six months. He felt a twinge in his chest, the feeling unfamiliar to him, as he searched for anything that would cause his search to halt. Marriage licenses or divorce decrees were absent from your record, bringing a sigh of relief from his lips. 

Leon only let himself briefly glance at your tax returns to gauge your occupation before the guilt of diving too deep into his ex-girlfriend’s sensitive information began to make him feel nauseous. He clicked out of the program, shutting his laptop before he eventually decided to finally get some sleep. USSTRATCOM had so generously granted him a few days off after too many near-death experiences for one mission. 

He spent the first thirteen hours of his time off dead asleep, sleeping so deeply he didn’t even dream. And when he woke up, he booked the first flight to Boston. With only an overnight bag and your address scribbled on a sticky note, he made his way “home” for the first time since he’d left. 

And now, Leon sat in a rental car parked in front of the brownstone townhome, fingers drumming against the steering wheel as the minutes dragged on. He’d been sitting here for an hour, glancing back and forth from the bustling road to your front doorstep. What would I even say to her, he thought to himself as he leaned back in the driver’s seat, frown forming on his face. 

It wasn’t like he could exactly waltz up to the door, knock and say, “Hey, sorry I’ve been AWOL for six years. The government enslaved me, but I miss you and I want you back.” 

No, that wouldn’t blow over well. 

So now, he was left empty-minded and utterly petrified of your reaction. He wondered if maybe there was another man in your life, now. Or, if you had long closed the chapter of your life that included him and left the book on an old, dusty shelf in your mind never to be read again. Leon prayed, something he never did, that you’d find it in your heart to reread the story you used to love just one more time as he got out of the car. 

Slowly, he made his way up the concrete mat and onto the doorstep, taking in the painted door and double deadlocks. Smart girl, he mused internally before he took a shuddering breath. For a second, he thought about abandoning ship. You would never know if he just turned around right now and walked away, giving up all hope that he’d once again find happiness. It would be so easy. 

No, I need this. I need her. 

Leon knocked a few times before he took a step back, shoving his hands deep in the pocket of his windbreaker. He didn’t trust himself to wear another leather jacket, considering the one he’d worn and lost in Spain cost more than he was comfortable spending again. 

“Coming!” Your voice rang out from just behind the door, making his stomach twist and turn into knots. You sounded the same as you had when he’d known you, and it only made the nerves twisting in his stomach all the worse. 

He briefly glanced at the potted plant beside the door, making a mental note of it in case he lost the minimal lunch he’d eaten thanks to his nerves. His blue eyes, a duller blue than past versions of himself, flitted right back to the door when he heard the locks click. All the air in his lungs swept away with the afternoon breeze when it swung open, and your head popped out. 

The smile on your face stayed for only a few seconds before it dropped, leaving behind an expression he could only describe as utterly shocked. You blinked slowly, like you were trying to believe your own eyes as you opened the door slowly to reveal your full figure. 

You were the same height you’d been at twenty, but your curves were more prominent. You looked soft around the edges, just like he’d come to like over the years. And if anything, you were just as beautiful, if not more, than you were the day he’d left you and what remained of himself behind. 

“Leon?”

 Asking hesitantly, your words sounded airless and no louder than a hushed whisper. You looked him over from head-to-toe, making the seasoned agent squirm just a bit under your gaze. He’d been through bootcamp and bio-terroristic attacks, for fuck’s sake, yet the way you looked at him like you’d just seen a ghost made him feel like breaking. 

Leon licked his lips, looking down at his boots against the pavement as he tried to think of the best greeting possible. Something to ease you into his presence and not get himself kicked off your front porch. He settled on a simple, “Uh, hi.” 

You stepped out onto the porch, barefoot and in “lazy day” clothes as you looked up at him. You frowned, and he watched your eyes flit around his face. He could feel your gaze burn on the few beauty marks and moles he had, like you were checking their authenticity. 

“You’re.. God, I-” you stopped yourself, taking a deep breath. Leon could see the reels turning in your mind as you took a step closer, holding your hands out in front of you. You reached out, hesitating for a moment before you touched his arm. “You’re.. Alive?” 

That threw him for a loop, eyebrows furrowing as he looked down and felt your soft hands brush over the slick fabric of his windbreaker. He could feel your fingers, as warm as he remembered, press into him. “I, uh, yeah?” He let out an awkward chuckle, clearly not having expected this kind of reaction. 

Your frown deepened, causing him to mirror your expression as you tried to find your words. You stammered a bit, stringing words of surprise together before you could finally form a coherent sentence. “I saw the news,” you started, swallowing harshly. “That they’d bombed Raccoon City.. I thought.. I thought you were dead.” 

Oh. 

It made sense to him, now. The government had painted quite a perfect lie, sorrowfully reporting there were no survivors of the incident that flattened an entire US city in a matter of seconds. Of course, you would think he was dead. It was only natural. 

“That’s a difficult story to explain,” he murmured, fingers fidgeting inside his pockets before he pulled his hands out. He’d made it this far, so far, it was too early to throw in the towel. “I can try to explain, uh. Can I come in?” Leon gestured to the open door behind you. 

You winced a bit, face twisting into a look of discomfort as you sighed. “I don’t think that’s the best idea-” 

“Mommy?” 

A soft voice sounding from behind you snapped both Leon’s attention and yours back to the open door. He couldn’t see its owner until you quickly turned around, and the sight before him caused his heart to fall flat right out of his chest and onto the floor. 

A little boy, probably elementary school aged, peered curiously up at you then around you. He looked at Leon, child-like bewilderment evident as he rocked back and forth on the door ledge. He looked just like you, mixed with someone else also standing on this porch. 

“Scotty, baby,” you started, your back to Leon but unease clearly evident in your voice as you bent down to eye-level with the little baby. “I told you to stay inside, didn’t I?” 

“You left the door open,” Scotty giggled, like he found the situation to be funny as he looked around you again. “Who is that?” 

Leon swallowed as a small finger pointed right at him, shock and other emotions tormenting deep inside his chest. Of course, she has a kid, he internally cringed. If only he’d scrolled through your tax return just a bit more, he would’ve seen that you claimed a dependent and not found himself in this situation. He didn’t speak, only looking away from the boy and back to you. 

“This is one of mommy’s friends from work,” you lied perfectly through your teeth, ushering the boy back inside. “Now, go on. I’ll be back inside in a minute.” You shut the door behind your son once he reluctantly disappeared inside, your shoulders slumped. Turning back towards Leon, it was clear that you were bracing for the incoming questions. 

If the fact that the little boy had a few traits just like Leon didn’t tip him off, the name definitely would click something in the depths of his mind. His heart hammered in his chest as he looked back at you, and he could only ask one thing: “How old is he?” 

You sighed through your nose, wrapping your arms around your midsection as you stared at the ground. “He turned six in June.” 

June, Leon thought. He counted back on his fingers, mumbling out the months until he got to the ninth one. September. His trip down memory lane had turned into yet another day he could put on the calendar as “life-changing”. 

I have a son. 

The thought was fleeting, but it shook every inch of Leon’s core as he stood before you, frozen in time. Sure, at twenty-one he really hadn’t been the most responsible about “family planning” or even bothering to reach for a condom when the box was right on his nightstand, but he never would’ve thought that this would happen. 

And then the soul-crushing guilt came crumbling down on him. He’d left you for Raccoon City. When you were pregnant. With his child. 

“When did you find out?” His voice cracked when he asked the question, blue eyes stinging with the threat of a substance that hadn’t rolled down his face in what felt like years: tears. 

You bit your lip, looking back up from the ground and into his eyes. The apologetic look on your face only made him sniffle, confirming that Scotty was indeed his. “Two days after you left,” you whispered. 

“Why didn’t you try to find me?” Leon’s voice now sounded hurt. If only he’d known just two days earlier, he never would’ve left. Hell, his life may have turned out somewhat decent instead of the clusterfuck it currently was. Maybe, he’d still be a cop. “File for child support, something?” 

“Leon,” you let out exasperatedly. “I thought you were dead. I spent the entire nine months mourning you and trying to figure out what to tell him when he grew up and asked where his father was.” 

Leon ran a hand over his face, looking up at the sky as he tried to will the tears not to fall past his lashes. He couldn’t cry now, because if he did, he’d never stop. “I never should’ve left,” he whispered, taking a deep, controlled breath to try and get a grip on his emotions. “I should’ve just stayed there, with you.” 

You frowned and took a step towards him again, placing your hand on his arm in an attempt to comfort. “You can’t blame yourself,” you tried your best to give him some sort of ease. “You didn’t know. I didn’t know. That isn’t your fault.” 

Leon swallowed hard, finally looking back down at you. This time, he couldn’t stop himself from letting a few hot tears roll down his face. “I can’t even tell you what I went through,” he choked out. “And all this time, all these years, I had a kid? I had a family that thought I was dead?” 

When he started to tremble, it felt like a thousand needles had driven through your heart. Clearly, in your time apart, something had broken Leon. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into an embrace as you rubbed his back. “Hey, hey,” you whispered against his chest. “Shh, it’s okay.” 

His grip around you could be considered crushing as his forearms dug into your ribs, pulling you into him with all of his strength. You could feel his tears staining your shirt as he buried his face in your neck, hiding himself as he displayed his emotions for the world to see. 

“I have a son,” Leon choked out through his shuddering but soft sobs, words muffled by your skin. The pain cut deep through him, torturing him as he realized he’d missed six years of his child’s life. For all he knew at this moment, Scotty had grown up believing that his father was dead. Whether or not you’d told him the “truth”, the damage had already been done. 

“We have a son,” you corrected him softly, pressing a kiss to the side of his head as you held him in your arms. You didn’t know what to feel at that moment. The man you loved had suddenly reappeared, cheating death in your mind and abruptly entering your life. And before you could carefully tell him, the truth had been revealed. 

“You can meet him,” you started, still speaking in a soft, soothing tone as your lips pressed against the shell of Leon’s ear. “You just can’t tell him who you are, right now. We’ll figure it out as we go, okay?” 

He nodded against you, sniffling as he tried to reel himself back in. This was not how he’d expected this trip to go. But maybe, there was some light at the end of Leon’s tunnel, after all. 

“Shit, fuck, shit,” Leon grunted as he limped down the corridor of the airport, feeling every ounce of pain radiating all over his body. Not even seven hours after having gotten the tar beat out of him by Maria Gomez, and getting infected with the T-virus just to be vaccinated not long after, his body definitely wanted to give out on him right now. 

But, he didn’t have time to lay out on the floor and give his aching muscles a rest. He was already late, thanks to an unwanted delay in flight plans, and he had a forty-five minute drive to his destination. The event started in thirty minutes. 

The man didn’t bother to change out of his mission gear, instead abandoning his tactical vest and holsters in the backseat of his Jeep after he’d gotten his luggage. His beloved and dearly departed Ducati’s keys laid abandoned as well, a sore reminder of his short time in San Francisco. Leon sped out of the airport parking lot, taking off for the suburbs of D.C. with one thing on his mind. 

He didn’t even bother to tell you that he’d landed, instead doing as best as he could to get there on time. He owed it to you, and to Scotty, to at least show up for this. 

After getting caught in a roadblock, Leon did something he never thought he’d do. He’d flashed his DSO badge to the officer, mumbling something about “official business” that would definitely make his way back to his supervisor, considering he’d gotten out of a ticket for going 60 in a 45. But right now, he didn’t care. 

He finally pulled into the parking lot of the high school, circling around three times before he found a parking spot. He almost forgot to lock the Jeep as he rushed inside, making his way towards the gymnasium. They’d just cut off the lights, making it a lot harder to find you in the bleachers until he saw you waving your arms. 

“Excuse me, sorry, excuse me, just gonna scooch past you real quick,” he spouted off to every person he cut in front of, inching his way down the row of plastic benches until he got next to you. Leon sat down with a huff once you’d moved your purse from the spot you’d saved him, resting his hands on his knees. “Did I miss anything?” 

“Nothing important,” your daughter, Bella, huffed as she scrolled through the phone she was always glued to. “Nothing but boring speeches so far.”

Leon reached out, yanking it from her hands and tucking it into his back pocket. He held a hand up when she tried to protest. “Ah,” he interrupted. “Pay attention. If I can make it, you can get off your phone for twenty minutes.” 

You laughed softly as she scowled and looked back towards the stage. Leaning against your husband, you interlaced your fingers with his. “How’d it go?” 

“Awful,” Leon grumbled, rubbing his shoulder with his free hand. “Don’t be surprised if I’m purple under my clothes.” 

Before you could reply, the principal took her place on stage again and announced the start of the senior class. After reading off names, she finally got to the K’s. You and Leon both leaned forward in your seats, eyes glued to the caps and gowns until you saw the head of floppy blonde hair making his way towards the podium. 

“Scotty Kennedy,” the woman announced. You could feel Leon squirming beside you, trying to hold in any noise until your son had actually accepted his diploma. “Following in his father’s footsteps, he will be attending the DC Metropolitan Police Academy in the Fall.” 

As soon as the diploma touched Scotty’s fingers, Leon leapt up from his seat. Usually not one to draw much attention to himself, this was definitely one of those rare moments he expressed his excitement. Using two fingers to whistle loudly, he cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled out towards the stage. 

“That’s my boy!” 

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA — NSFW ALPHABET

sneek peak

A first look at my NSFW alphabet headcanons for the man, the myth, the legend himself. Enjoy my brain rot. MDNI.

A — aftercare

Contrary to popular belief, this man’s aftercare is immaculate. He was an elder brother to five other siblings, he’s a natural caretaker. You need water? It’s already in a glass, with ice, sitting on a coaster on the bedside table. A bath? Baby, he has already scooped you up and is carrying you to his private bath — do you want bath oils or a bathbomb? He’s got a full stock of both.

The rougher he was, the more gentle he is afterwards; though don’t get me wrong, man is affectionate as HELL. He’s nuzzling you, kissing up your spine or your neck, and holding you close to him, fingers trailing gently up and down your back. He’s not fucking you unless he’s in love with you, and since he’s in love with you, he’s going to make sure you know it.

(B) — body part

Um, you? Asking Sanemi to pick his favorite body part on you will make him short circuit because he literally is obsessed with all of you.

That said, the man is particularly partial to your thighs, your stomach, and your boobs. Really, he loves any soft part of you because he loves how your body contrasts with his own, and it brings him a great deal of happiness to just bury his face (or his teeth) into you and relax.

On him, Sanemi loves his chest (it’s canon) because he’s proud of his muscles. He also loves his arms, because they’re capable of holding you in whatever way either of you want, and he loves to touch you ALL the time.

He won’t admit it, but he’s also quite proud of his ass; it’s so firm and pert and you can never stop yourself from smacking it whenever you walk by, and the small possession/admiration in that simple move makes him puff out those delectable pecs in pride.

(C) — cum

Sanemi Shinazugawa is no stranger to tragedy, but the saddest goddamn thing in the world to him is his cum anywhere else but stuffed inside your pussy.

And really, how could you blame him? The man just wants you to know — to carry a constant reminder — that you’re his, so really, how could you expect anything different? That said, Sanemi isn’t doing anything without your explicit consent, so if you ask him to pull out, he’s going to — but he’s going to be the slightest bit disappointed if you do.

Once you let him fill you up, however, good luck trying to peel him off of you — because you’ve unleashed a beast that cannot and will not be tamed. He sees a small dribble of his seed leaking out of you? He’s fucking another load right back into you, the fuck do you think you’re trying to pull, letting him go to waste like that?

And only when you’re stuffed full — so impossibly full that you cannot keep any more of him inside, will he cum on your stomach or chest. But be warned — he’s still stuffing his fingers into your cunt to hold as much of him as he can inside you.

dividers from @/hitobaby

STRESS RELIEF || PT.2

[this is one of my first timed writing a smut.. So please bare with me. FEEDBACK WOULD BE GREAT!]

[cw; P in V. Soft Leon. Hickeys. Aftercare king! Smut. Praising. Could be an age gap, but not intended for. Petnames such as, baby and doll. Releases inside. Stomach bulge mentioned. Nails digging into skin. AND IDK WHAT ELSE I'M SORRY IF I MISS SOMETHING.]

MINORS + AGELESS DNI

Leon pulls away, taking off your underwear and tossing them across the room. You laugh softly at his eagerness which made Leon smile. "Your laugh.. I missed hearing that." He admits. "You know.." Leon brings his hand down between the two of you, running his fingers tenderly through your slit. The smile stained across his face and he grabbed hold of his length, rubbing it against your folds to lubricate himself. You let out a soft moan while keeping your eyes on the way his hair fell in front of his face and his face lights up. "I was thinking.. about retiring.." He murmurs as the warmness and the juices you had against yourself made his length even more hard. The tingling feeling between your thighs made you arches slightly.

He looked down at your sweaty face and the smile you held. Your hand reaches up and cups his face, bringing him down into a soft kiss which he returned. You hum into the kiss as your hands fall down to his sides, digging your nails into them slightly as he positioned himself in front of your entrance. Leon pulls away from the kiss when you moan softly from the connection. "We're getting older now, so I think we should spend our time together.. Peacefully."

"Maybe spend our time.. Like this." He grins playfully as he pulls you slightly closer. He was now on his knees in front of the bed, having one of your legs held up to his chest as he softly stroked it. He slowly pushes himself inside, stretching you out painfully slow. You moan quietly as he pushes himself deeper into you, holding back the urge to speed up already. Leon pushed himself fully in with an agonizing pace. He grunts once he was balls deep inside, feeling your walls clench and twitch around his length. A sigh leaves his mouth as he feels your insides and the moan that leaves your mouth causes him to make slow movements. He starts to thrust his hips as his hand caresses your leg that rested on his chest. He often planted kisses upon it as he moved inside you— grunting as he did so.

"Baby.." You murmur out, reaching your hand out to bring him closer which he obeyed. He let your leg fall over his thigh, bringing himself closer. His one hand rested on the bed while the other strokes though your hair gently. He liked the closeness while the two of you had sex. It was sweet to him how you liked him close. I

"I can't believe you're mine." Leon whispers to you and leaning down to capture your lips onto his. He pulls away from the kiss while biting his lip. He places his hand onto the headboard— which he knew drove you crazy— starting to move a little faster now. "You're doing amazing, baby.." He says as your moans fill the room. The moans that brought Leon closer to his release. He leans himself down and wraps his lips around your harden nipple. Your hands find his hair, tugging at it and a groan leaves his mouth. The vibrations of his mouth around your nipple and the faster movements made you let out a groan of pleasure. He didn't even have any words to say since he was to drunk of the way your walls sucked him in. The way your hands tug into his hand and your nails scratching against his scalp. He missed this too much.

"God. You're so fucking amazing, doll." Leon says once he lifts his mouth off your nipple, placing his hands on your waist to pull you against him even more, reaching the deeper parts of your insides. He watched as your stomach grew from his length pushing in and out. His eyes light up as he bites down onto his bottom lip while listening to all the moans you let out. "Yeah.." He pauses, digging his nails into your waist, letting out a groan. "Keep making those noises for me.' He growls, suddenly speeding up his thrusts which made the noises louder. The wet noises coming from your arousal made would be stuck in Leon's head the next time his gone too. He started to feel your walls clench around him, which indicated that you were getting close to your climax. He grunts while he does his best to make your release the top priority; as he usually did. "C'mon baby.. Just like that. C'mon.." He whispers to you while letting his nails release you. He leans down and starts to leave hickeys against your neck, not really caring how noticable they'll be if you went out. "You are everything I've ever wanted.." He mumbles against your neck. His words set you off. You released yourself against his length which almost made him release after, but he held back. He couldn't give this up yet.

"You want me to fill you up?" Leon asked with a smile. You could see the sweat falling from his forehead, his dirty blonde strands sticking to his skin as he pants. His thrusts don't give up, pushing you through your release. You agree with his comment, giving him a breathy "Uhhuh!"

"Wanna make you a mama.." He whispers against your skin once he has the permission, running his hand between you guys, placing it on your stomach. "You'd look so fucking beautiful.. Carrying my baby.. The way you'll be so sensitive to everything.. God." His hand softly rubs against your stomach as his grunts in your ear make you crazy. He raises himself up as his thrusts start to become sloppy, his face admiring yours. "You won't have to touch a god damn thing once that test becomes positive." He says to you, pulling himself out of your entrance and shoving himself back in. This set him over the edge, spilling his release himself inside. He kept himself in there for a few seconds to make sure it all stays in.

He pulls himself out, a soft moan leaves your mouth from the empty feeling and the liquids falling from your hole. The bed beneath your folds were soaked. Leom admired as he watched his cum drip from you. He couldn't have that happening. You suddenly feel Leon's finger shove into your entrance. "Gotta make sure it stays in there.." He grins up at you before standing up fully. "Thank you, baby." He whispers tenderly, leaning over and kissing your forehead. "Stay here." He says, taking off from the bedroom.

After a few minutes, Leon comes back to you and picks you up gently from the bed. Your nose caught the scent of the candles you bought a few days ago and you smile at him. "What kind of man would I be if I didn't take care of you after this?" He asks, bringing you into the bathroom. The bathroom was dark and the only thing illuminating the place was the candles. He set you down on your feet, holding your hands as he stepped into the tub. "Here." He says, sitting himself down first so you could sit between his legs.

You happily take your seat and the warm water made you let out a content sigh. You were comfortable and felt relaxed after everything. Leon's arms wrap around you, his hands softly rub your tummy while he nuzzles into your neck. "Not gonna stop until that test comes back positive, by the way." He says in a soft tone. He was always a needy baby after sex. "It'll give me a good reason to retrie and be home with you every single day. This damn job is gonna kill me one day and I can't have that happening without starting a family first." Leon says softly. You knew he was telling the truth and you knew he'd leave his job in a heart beat.

You turn around slightly to look at his face. A smile appears on your face. "Then I guess it's a promise." You say, bringing up your pinky figure. "You promise not to give up on making that test positive and I promise to try keep you alive during my pregnancy." You tease.

"Baby, you won't be able to kill me. But I promise to keep up with all your emotions during it." Leon says, bringing his own pinky finger to your and wrapping it around. He leans in to kiss you while the two of you hold pinkies. "To make it even stronger." He smirks before relaxing himself in the tub. You had a feeling that a family between you will be starting soon and you didn't mind that. Leon was the love of your life and you were his. The family life is something you've thought about since you married him. You also know that you're getting older and eventually need to have your kids before it's too late.

Leon's hands reach towards your thighs and his fingers slowly enter into you without a warning, causing you to gasp. "So.. How about a round two, hm?"

Sukuna's concubine breastfeeding the newborn

and sukuna falling for her again

Established relationship between Sukuna and his favorite concubine

No usage of Y/N, true form Sukuna, Heian era

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In Sukuna's private chamber, you're breastfeeding your 1 week old son on the bed covered with deep red blankets with him watching. You feel your cheeks getting hot, and you slightly pull your bottom lip between your teeth from shyness.

You feel embarrassed. Your pretty breasts are round and plump, full of milk and slightly sore. Your newborn latches on your breasts so cutely that you forget your shyness, melting into the cuteness of the tiny face looking up at you so innocently as if it needs you the most. You gently caress your son's soft cheeks as you hold his tiny body with one hand.

You feel a strong hand grabbing your chin, slowly guiding you to look up at Sukuna's stern face. He's mesmerized. He caresses your soft lips, then your jaw.

"M... my lord?" Your breath quickens.

"You look... motherly." His eyes linger on the sight of your full breasts.

You become so shy that you try freeing your face from his grip, but he tightens it slightly and gently.

"Why so shy, little one?" He chuckles softly.

Your eyes look in another direction with a small frown.

He sighs "Woman... you are the mother of my heir, and you are still shy in front of me."

He makes you this way. You crave his validation and attention - which is already yours - but when his eyes are on you, you're suddenly shy, embarrassed, and nervous.

You swallow, looking at him innocently. "Not... under my control, my lord."

He rumbles. "What am I gonna do with you and your cuteness? I have no other choice but to put another baby in you."

You're shocked and stunned by the sudden statement. "I... just gave birth recently!"

He chuckles, caressing your hair, massaging it, making you relaxed. "Of course not now. Anytime you were ready, little one. But I can't get enough of your motherly side."

After the breastfeeding, the three of you sleep on the bed with the two of you and your son lying on Sukuna's broad chest, his four arms wrapped around you both under the warm blankets. You look up at him and kiss his jaw. He smiles slightly, caressing and gently squeezing your waist, showing appreciation.

"Let us go together, my dear Consort eternal."

Trust Me pt. 2

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Part 1

Author's Note: I made this too long, so it's going to be divided. Also, shoutout to @thefirst-ofus for the part 2 inspiration/idea, thank you.

“Stay with me baby,” Leon whispered, walking through the warehouse, “We’re almost there.”

Leon held Ashley over his shoulder with one arm, and he held you by the waist, helping you walk. He looked down at you, trying to smile only for it to falter. His heart twisted seeing the black veins covering your arms and face, your eyes lacking their usual light. Instead, they were hazy, focusing on something because every so often you hide your face in his shoulder, crying for him to protect you from the hooded figures. He would hate how his voice sounded each time he comforted you, it would betray him. It sounded panicked and confused, helpless. 

He finally made it to the operating room, quickly punching in the code. Leon carried Ashley to the operating table, you stumbling in behind him, breathing heavily. You leaned on the door after closing it, your vision slowly becoming blurry. A painful cough caused your body to shudder, as you fell against the door, blood on your hand. Leon quickly placed her on the table, before running over to you. You felt your heartbeat slowly becoming nonexistent as Leon held your face. 

“Come on,” he said, though he was beginning to sound muffled, “You’re going first.”

“No,” you said, though your jaw felt glued together, “She needs to go first. It’s why … it’s why we’re here.” 

You felt your eyes beginning to close, before Leon tapped you, causing you to open them. His pale blue eyes were stormy, focusing on the black veins that covered your face. He shook his head, trying to rationalize you going first, “Ashley got the medicine, you didn’t. So you need to go first.”

“If something happens to her,” you breathed, “They’ll kill you.”

“But you’ll be okay,” he kissed the top of your head, “And that’s my only goal.”

Ashley began to cough, her body shaking. Leon cursed before he slowly lifted you. He carried you over to a chair next to the operating table. Ashley’s condition seemed to worsen as if she didn’t take the medication at all. Leon took a step back, running his hand through his hair as he looked at the both of you. He was trying to make it work, he needed to, after all, he’s Leon Kennedy. The perfect agent, everything worked out for him, but as he held your frail body and looked at your drained eyes, it wasn’t working out. 

“Save her,” you managed to say, trying your best to smile at him, “I’ll be okay till I’m next.”

He kissed you with trembling lips mumbling okay before he left you. You smiled at him again as he began to operate the surgical device, hoping that your smile would hide the fact that you barely heard his voice, that you could only taste blood in your mouth, and that your body felt too heavy for your weakening heart to operate. You heard her scream in pain at the touch of the needle, causing you to hold her hand, which was the only thing keeping you grounded in reality. 

Leon’s fuzzy body moved over Ashley as he whispered words of encouragement. You coughed again, trying to be quiet. You weren’t able to cover in mouth in time, so you watched the droplets of blood fall from your mouth onto the ground. You let go of Ashely’s hand, not even aware if the procedure is over, placing it over your chest. You opened your mouth, gasping for air as your heart seemingly stopped. Tears only blur your vision more as you felt yourself beginning to die. You fell face first onto the floor, the chair falling on top of you. 

Leon quickly ran over to you, throwing the chair off of you. He held your body, desperately saying your name as you were going limp. “Love it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m going to get this out of you,” he wiped your tears, “I swear it will be okay. Just .. just don’t leave me.”

“Leon,” you barely whispered your eyes focusing on nothing, “Please … I don’t want to die.”

The fear in your voice shattered his soul, as he held you. He hated how fragile you felt in his arms, your strength depending on him. He blinked away his tears while trying to kiss away your own. His mind told him to be strong, but his body was betraying him. Trembling lips, shaky arms. He was scared, God he was so scared of losing you. 

“You … Don’t talk like that,” he said, not knowing how long he can act brave for you, “We’re going on vacation after this, remember?”

You didn’t reply because you couldn’t. As the world faded to black, you felt was the softness of his kiss. Leon has never felt so powerless. He has never hated himself so much, he was supposed to be injected, but … you jumped in front of him at the last minute. Leon ran back to the surgical device, quickly scanning your body for the parasite’s location, taking a deep breath to try to calm his heart.

Your screams of pain wanted to make him hide, to cut his ears off. He wanted to comfort you, to hold your hand, but the words wouldn’t come out. He couldn’t do anything but hear you cry, scream in agony, as you called out for him, for him to make this pain stop. He felt his soul shatter, being the one to hurt you, someone who he can’t live without. He had to force himself to continue operating the machine as his mind created a new nightmare, your screams. He felt like a child when you needed him most. 

“Leon,” he almost didn’t hear Ashley’s voice over his panic, “Leon, is it over?”

“Ashley, check y/n’s pulse,” Leon said, not sparing her a glance, “You feel anything?”

“Uh … yes,” Ashely replied, “But hurry.”

After the procedure, he ran over to you, telling you that it was okay. Leon ignored Ashely’s look of worry, taking her tears for the recent procedure that she went through. He didn’t apply any of it to you. He lightly moved her out of the way, not registering how her hand was simultaneously on your wrist and neck, checking your pulse.

“Told you that you’re safe with me,” he kissed you on the forehead. But you didn’t respond, your hand didn’t hold onto his. You didn’t respond to his voice. You didn’t react to him.

He checked your pulse, his heart stopping when he felt nothing there. He mumbled no as he checked other places, his mind and what little strength he had left shattering when he felt no pulse. He looked at your face, seeing your calm expression, seeing that your body has been healed, but your heart … it. Leon placed his ear on your chest, straining to hear something, swearing that your hand would get lost in his hair. But your hands stayed at your side and your heart remained still. 

He ran across the room, opening cabinets and throwing things on the floor, trying to find something to restart your heart. With each failed attempt, he felt the room being robbed of its oxygen, and everything in it was gone. It was just him, your dead body, and the sound of your awful screams. He finally faced you, and stumbled over to you, his mind dark and his vision blurred by a mess of tears. He couldn’t speak, and each time he opened his mouth, a broken cry would come out. 

“Y/n, angel,” he held you, “Please, don’t leave me. I need you, please,” he repeated your name in a mess of tears, apologizing.

“Oh God,” he cried, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you. I just … I wanted to protect you.”

He held you, fiercely, as if trying to protect you. As if trying to make up for not doing so properly when you were alive. He felt anger course through him as he held you. Angry at himself for letting this happen to you angry at the one who did this to you. But underneath that anger was hopelessness. It was piercing, radiating throughout his entire body. He’ll never see your smile again, he’ll never hear your voice again. He’ll never love again because you took his heart with you. He’ll only have his memories of you, leaving him in a constant state of chasing those memories desperately trying not to forget you.

“We … can’t leave her,” Ashley said, “We aren’t going to leave her, right?”

“I’m not leaving her,” Leon said, “She’s not staying on this island.”

He knelt, only holding your hand against his head. He watched his droplets stain the floor as his mind was still trying to understand what is happening. Ashley sat across from him, not saying anything, trying not to cry, trying to put on a strong show for Leon. At some point Leon got on the operating table, gently tracing your features. 

“Oh love,” he whispered, his voice thick with pain, “love, I would do anything to switch places with you. I ..” he couldn’t seem to speak, and only more tears began to fall. 

Leon stared looking at the ceiling as he held your hand. Everything hurt. It hurt to breathe, to think, to be alive. He wanted nothing more than to join you, hoping that God would allow him to visit because you’re with the angels. If not, he would sneak over heaven’s gates just to kiss you, to hold you. Reality was suffocating him, so he tried to escape it by closing his eyes, where he saw you. Smiling, laughing, it was paradise, distracting him from the pain, from the fact that he’ll have to wake up.  

He didn’t know how long he was out, all he felt was a gentle shake which caused you to disappear. He stared at the ceiling, groaning as the light shaking continued, “Ashley. I don’t want to talk. Just give me some space, please.”

“Didn’t mean to wake you sleeping beauty.”

Leon’s hand shot to the side of him, feeling air. He looked over to see you standing next to the operating table, Ashley clinging to your side. You looked like an angel, with glowing skin, your eyes beautifully deep and alive. Leon slowly got up, reaching out to you. He softly touched you, as if his hand would go through you. You placed your hand over his, giving him the confirmation that he needed. 

“My knight,” you held the side of his face, “You saved me.”

You saw tears well in his eyes as his large body devoured you in a tight embrace. You were unable to hug him back, but you whispered sweet words to him, words that made him impossibly hug you even tighter. You whispered words to him that he thought he would never hear again. Ashley quickly mumbled that she’ll be outside, but it fell on deaf ears because Leon had you locked in a kiss. It was deep, passionate, and desperate as if he was trying to remember your taste. 

“Le,” you breathed, “Baby, what happened?”

“You died,” Leon said, “Or at least your heart stopped for like ten minutes. Love, I thought I lost you. But it’s clear, more than anything, I need you.”

He leaned his head against yours, lacing his fingers with yours, “Just don’t do that again okay,” he laughed.

You lightly kissed his lips, “I’ll try not to.”

The building began to slightly shake, causing your moment with Leon to be interrupted. Ashely ran back into the room asking the two of you if you felt the tremor. You nodded as Leon said that he needed to end this. You weren’t sure if he was announcing his intention or talking to himself, but whatever the case may be he wasn’t doing it alone. Together the three of you ran out of the building, back to the elevator. Outside you saw Saddler on the port, you continued to look through your binoculars, your heart twisting seeing Ada hang unconsciously. You gave the binoculars to Leon, the sight of her causing him to hand you the binoculars, one foot practically in the elevator. 

“Wait,” you held his arm, “You aren’t going down there alone.”

“I am,” he began, “Someone needs to be here with Ashley.”

“And someone needs to be there with you,” you pushed back, “I’m not letting you die.”

He sighed, and you can see, almost feel him wanting to leave. He looked in Ada’s direction before taking you by the hand, walking some feet away from Ashley. He looked over you, before resting his hand on your chest, where the surgical equipment pierced your skin. He rested his head against yours, “I can’t let you get hurt again.”

“Leon, with all that we’ve seen, you can’t fight this hell show alone,” you try to reason with him, “You know this.”

“I need to protect you,” he said, his voice wavering as his fingers wrap around yours, “I thought that I lost you, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I didn’t know how to live without my soul.” 

“My piece of heaven,” Leon kisses you tenderly, “I need you to be safe.”

Leon told you after thirty minutes to leave, but you saw it as the time for you to go in and help. Ashley tried to get your mind off Leon’s situation by asking you about your relationship with him as you watched the port. Saddler transformed into some monster, sprouting tentacles as his roars can be heard from where you were. The monster bugs also surrounded the port, each flying down to attack, he’s in that by himself. 

“He can’t do that alone,” you said out loud, “Take this, it’s fully loaded,” Ashley took the gun, her eyes wide, “I’ll be back soon.”

You made your way to the port, hoping that he was okay. The bugs attacked you first, causing you to almost use all your ammo on them. You shouted Leon’s name, but it was washed away in the noise of the fight. You continued to run around the port, even having to jump from one broken side to the other, before you found Leon. A tentacle had him in the air, squeezing his neck. One of Leon’s hands was desperately trying to loosen the monster’s hold on him while his other hand fumbled to take out the knife. His gun was on the floor, feet away from him. 

You ran over, shooting at the green sac, causing the tentacle to be separated from the body and fall to the ground. You ran to Leon helping him up, his eyes widened seeing you as you gave him a cheeky smile. He quietly thanked you, squeezing your hand. 

“What do we do now?” You asked as you ran for cover.

“We take out the green sacs,” Leon said, “Then I’ll go for his chest,” he quickly kisses you, “Be careful, okay.”

The two of you ran to opposite sides of Saddler, surrounding him. You had to dodge multiple attacks of his tentacles while aiming at your target. The two of you were successful in weakening the enemy, causing him to fall. You and Leon met in front of the enemy, watching him gasp and struggle for air. Leon picked up Saddler’s staff, motioning for you to stand back. Leon drove the staff into the chest, causing Saddler to give off one last horrible-sounding scream. 

You and Leon stood in front of the dead body, your hands lightly holding. You turned your face to him, smiling as you rubbed off some dirt from his face. He mumbled come here, pulling you into a kiss. Your fingers got lost in his soft hair as he pressed you against him as hard and close as possible. Despite the salty taste, his lips were heaven itself. If love had a form it would take, it would be his voice, his lips, his arms. It would be Leon. 

“Thank you, Leon,” you say, resting your head on his chest, “For saving me. I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head, “Love you more. And you don’t ever have to thank me for that, you always come first.”

“Ready to go?” Ada’s voice caused the two of you to turn around, “We can leave this island right now.”

You didn’t say anything, though you were surprised that Leon still held you close. The small gesture warmed you, as you leaned into his shoulder. “I think it’s time that we go our separate ways,” he says. 

Ada slowly nods as she looks at you. You straighten up subconsciously, as she smiles ruefully, giving Leon one last look before looking at you. “Be careful,” she says throwing keys at Leon, but you knew that the message was for you. Be careful with him, with his heart.

The two of you, along with Ashley, made it off the island by jet ski before it exploded. The three of you turned to face the destroyed island, relief evident on your faces, so much so that Ashley laughed. Leon looked back at you, “Ready for that vacation?”

“Yes please,” you groaned, “I don’t want to pick up my gun for the next year.”

That vacation that Leon mentioned would be in Paris. That vacation would be delayed by four weeks because of the paperwork and debriefing and checkups. But finally, finally, you and Leon were able to get that vacation, kicking it off with a dinner date. 

~~~

“You ready?” Leon called.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking over your dress. It was a beautiful, low-cut dress that hugged your body, revealing your curves. The dress had a slit on the side, and it was backless. The navy blue color complimented your silver pendants and necklace. 

 “You’re staring Kennedy,” you smiled.

“Can you blame me?” He says, walking behind you to place a kiss on your back, “You look beautiful, love.”

You looked down at your hand, feeling warmth seep through your face. Your smile deepened seeing Leon take the necklace from you and place it on your neck. Leon placed his arms around you, pulling you into him, his cologne clinging to you like a heavenly scent. 

Leon kissed your neck, his lips impossibly soft, “So beautiful,” his hand slipped underneath the slit of the dress, “ I can’t wait to show you off to Paris.”

His voice was low, threatening for a good time, “And then,” he continued, “Take it off.”

“Well, all of this is here for you,” you pressed up against his crotch causing him to inhale, “Don’t forget the hotel key,” you smiled at his reddened face.

The two of you headed downstairs, to catch a cab to your dinner reservation.

(To be continued)