#ada wong x gn!reader

[obsolescent]

Kinktober - Day 17

Prompt: Shining shoes

Pairing: Trans!Ada Wong x Reader

Author’s Notes: Not me putting my experience as a cobbler into a kinktober prompt LMAO anyways. I infodump about it before the porn lol, enjoy!

Content Warnings: Inappropriate ways to clean and use shoes, unprotected sex, AFAB reader, trans Ada, no gendered language used for reader, slight glove kink, creampie, begging, praising, use of ma'am, orgasm denial.

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Offering to shine your girlfriend’s shoes shouldn’t have ended you up in this situation. 

It started when you noticed some of her shoes had scuffs on them, others looking more dull than they should have. You had been organizing the closet when you spotted them, and with the knowledge gained from your job, you decided to surprise her by cleaning and polishing them.

Grabbing the ones that need it the most to begin with, you take them downstairs to the basement/your work area, where your cleaning and repair supplies are kept. Setting her shoes into a crate, you grab your apron from its hook and tie it in place, pulling on some nitrile gloves to keep any polish off your skin.

You get to work, working like an assembly line, you wipe each of her shoes down with a leather cleaner, letting them dry, before going in with a conditioner. Once that’s done, you grab a cream based shoe polish, one that can get into the scratches on the surfaces of the shoes, working it into the leather. 

Buffing off the excess leaves the shoes with a bright sheen, which can be built up over time with even more shining and buffing. Finishing with the pairs of boots and heels, you carry back upstairs in the crate, heading towards the bedroom.

Entering the space, you almost drop all your hard work when you hear a voice say, “Is my cobbler busy at work?” Gasping, you whirl in the direction of the words, finding Ada perched on the edge of the bed, legs crossed.

“Ada!” You exclaim, still trying to calm your heart rate but excited to see her home. She had been gone for a couple days due to work, unfortunately not knowing what all she does, you know it leaves her shoes worse for wear sometimes.

She cocks her head to the side, smiling. “Trying to surprise me?” She questions, standing and sauntering over to you. “Yeah, actually! Saw some of your shoes needed some cleaning and polishing, so I took them downstairs and they look good as new!” You hold out the crate to her, beaming with pride at your handiwork. “Cute,” she says, propping her chin up with one of her hands, the other held against her elbow. “But, you know, I could think of a better way to polish them.” 

So here you are, stripped bare before her, hands tied behind your back, grinding your pussy against her knee high leather boots. Ada has one hand threaded through your hair, the other tugging on your nipple. Keening, you nuzzle your face into her hand, trying to keep a steady rhythm against her outstretched foot. 

“See? This is so much better, wouldn’t you think?” She says, staring down at the mess you’ve become. “Y-yes ma’am, so much b-better,” stuttering your words out, brain murky with lust. She hums, “So good,” gloved fingers trailing down your body, ticking here and there. Squirming against the touches, whimpering at the sounds of your drooling cunt is creating against her.

“Now, for the other one,” Ada says, shifting her feet. She moves the slick coated boot away from your throbbing pussy, replacing it with the other. Knees braced against the rug, the burning feeling numb to you as you use them as leverage to continue your original pace, grinding yourself across the surface area of the leather. 

Ada leans back, taking you in. Eyes shut in concentration and pleasure, still wanting to do a good job for her, even if it’s just making more of a mess to clean up later. ‘So devoted’ Ada thinks to herself, knowing this wouldn’t get you off but being eager to please nonetheless.

She moves her foot away once more. You let out a pitiful noise, thighs rubbing together for friction. Ada tsks, “Now, don’t you want more?” You nod, looking up at her with adoration and longing, for her and her touch. She helps you stand before sitting herself back down against the bed, sliding up her dress. 

Spreading her legs, she moves her panties to the side, keeping them, her stockings, and garter belt on, she frees her cock from its confines. You whine at seeing her exposed, desperate to feel her inside you again. Ada giggles, propping herself up on her elbows, “Well, what are you waiting for? Hop on.” 

You don’t hesitate after hearing her consent, maneuvering on top of her to the best of your abilities while your hands are still tied behind you, bound with her ruby red scarf she had been wearing. Once situated, Ada’s hands keep you steady, rubbing yourself against her dick, slicking it up.

“Now you know I don’t like a tease,” She warns, feeling her nails digging into your skin through the gloves, her clutch on your waist becoming firm. “N-not trying to…” You trail off, wanting this as bad as her. She hums, allowing you to continue, before you’re letting yourself sink down. You let out a loud moan at her breaching, Ada merely sighing at the warmth of your walls grasping at her.

Keeping Ada’s length fully inside, grinding down further to allow her tip to press into your cervix. You missed this connection with her, missed having her so close. You whimper, hips swiveling but not allowing any of her to escape. She notices, teasingly she asks, “Just can’t get enough? You must have missed me so much,” she sighs again at the pressure, feeling you clenching, cunt begging her to stay.

“I did, I did, missed you so much, baby,” you jabber, “Please please please don’t leave me again,” words pouring out of your mouth, saying whatever’s on your mind. Ada coos, “Of course you know I can’t promise that, but I may be able to pull a few strings…Stay a bit longer this time,” Her hand reaches to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing against the scarlet tinted skin.

Her hips begin to jolt your body forwards, her arms securing you in place against her as she picks the momentum. You rest your head on her shoulder, moans and sighs leaving you as she uses your body as she likes.

Abruptly, she stops. Pulling your body away from hers, she moves to open the drawer on her night stand, pulling out a bullet vibrator. Your body tingles at the sight of it, the small item packing powerful vibrations that can be controlled with a remote. Taking some medical tape, she fixes it against you, securing it in place so it’s hands-free. 

Grabbing the remote, she sets it to the lowest setting before resuming her tempo. Wailing, the pleasure already so intense against your clit and walls. Tightening against her, you whimper out, “Getting close.”

“Already? We’ve just begun. Hold on a little longer, dear.” Ada says, turning off the vibrator. You groan, “No, no please! Let me cum,” She tuts at you, “Where are your manners, hm? Ladies first, isn’t it?” She questions, movements slowing. “Ugh, I’m sorry ma’am,” you whisper, burying your face into her neck, kissing. She hums, neck tilting to allow you better access.

Her hips moving almost like the waves, rolling into you, her pace agonizingly slow. Ada dislikes feeling rushed, wanting to enjoy her time, to savor it. A handful of thrusts later she turns the vibrator on again, stirring you from the trance of her rocking body underneath yours. “Ready to cum with me?” She whispers in your ear, her leather clad fingers holding the back of your head.

“Yes! Yes please, Ada, cum with me,” the pulsing of the toy melding with her languid pace has your orgasm washing over you, crying out as your pussy seizes around her cock. Ada bites her lip and tilts her head back, soft moan escaping while she finishes alongside you. 

Head against Ada’s chest, you savor the pleasure, her hand petting your hair. Free hand releasing the scarf from around your wrist, your hands reach to do the same to her hair, the black silky locks falling through your fingers. 

A kiss against your forehead pulls you from your warm headspace, Ada’s brown eyes meeting yours. “Now that we’ve said our hellos and welcome backs, I think it’s time for dinner.” You giggle, moving yourself off of her, tossing your clothes back on to begin preparing dinner.

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[chernayawidow]

Could you do Ada Wong x reader that separates home from work? No talking about work when at home, just nice home cooked meals and pampering Ada if she's sore

HER SAFE SPACE—DRABBLE

PAIRING: Ada Wong X GN!Reader

SUMMARY: You pamper Ada when she comes home from an especially physically taxing job.

WARNINGS: None

WORDS: 885

A/N: I was gonna do this in a headcannon format, but then I realised this request would work best in an actual writing format. Thank you for this request, sorry if this is too short at all or if it doesn’t cover what you asked for. 💖

The beginning of your relationship with Ada Wong was hard enough, what with her ominous job that took her all over the world. You didn’t know what she did, you just knew that it took up lots of time, and that it could occasionally take a physical toll. It would stress you out to see bruises and the like on her body when she came back home. When she eventually opened up to you about who she is and what she does—the difficulty setting got kicked up.

Eventually, you and Ada settled into a ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ routine when she returned home to you. It was abundantly clear to you how stressful her job could be, whether she admitted it to herself or not, and you refused to add to it. You wanted to be her safe space, you wanted her to be able to rely on you for stability and serenity. And while Ada never explicitly stated her gratitude, it was obvious. You could see it in her eyes when she looked at you, you could feel it in the way that she kissed you or firmly took your hand in hers.

A few hours ago, you’d gotten a phone call from Ada telling you that she’d just landed back in the country, and that she would be home later that night. You could hear the exhaustion in her voice. While the average person wouldn’t have been able to tell, you knew her intimately enough. And so after the call ended, you were determined to absolutely pamper her when she came home. You decided a nice home cooked meal would hit the spot for her, especially after being away for almost a week. God, you’d missed her deeply.

After sifting through your pantry for options, you eventually settled on a nice bolognese dish with a side of garlic bread. You then pulled out the bottle of makers mark that Ada kept stashed in the liquor cabinet, and two glasses. Red wine was her favourite, but bourbon was her absolute guilty pleasure. Especially when it came to winding down and soothing her aches. As a final touch, you decided to light some candles and dim down the lights—that way the room had a warm and relaxing atmosphere.

When Ada finally got home, the moment you locked eyes with her, you could see the gratitude in her eyes, “All of this for little old me?” She said, your name rolling off her tongue with a playfulness only she could muster.

“Welcome home, baby. I’ve got dinner prepared, and a drink ready and waiting for you on the table.” You said softly. You gave her a kiss on the corner of her lips before embracing her in the most comforting hug you could manage. Not just for her sake, but for yours as well.

Usually reunions with Ada were a passionate and heartfelt encounter, filled with the goal of making up for lost time. However this wasn’t the time for something like that. No, right now, all you were concerned with was making sure that Ada felt as relaxed and cared for as possible. Softly taking her hand in yours, you led her to the dining table, silently gesturing for her to take a seat at the head of it.

“Well well, you sure know how to treat a girl right, don’t you kitten?” She flirted, taking her seat as instructed. It always amazed you at how she could remain so poised and confident when she was surely so exhausted.

Chuckling, you nodded your head as you started serving up the food, “I don’t think you’d ever settle for anyone who didn’t know how to treat you right.” You said as you placed her dinner in front of her, a plate of garlic bread sat not too far from it.

“I suppose you’re right.” Ada shrugged half-heartedly, picking up her glass and taking a sip of her drink. A small smile pulled at your lips as you watched her moan in satisfaction, the drink trailing a beloved burn down her throat, “I know how to pick ‘em, that’s for sure.”

Hearing that made your heart swell with affection. Ada’s comments may seem nonchalant and underwhelming to another person, but to you they’re everything. You know that every word she says is calculated, they all serve a purpose. And so for her to say things like that just warms you to your absolute core.

“After we finish dinner, we can take a soak in a nice warm bath… I’ll give you a much needed shoulder rub… and then we can go to bed, maybe I’ll give you a proper massage there… then we can cuddle up together, and watch a movie. One of you’re choice, of course.” You recited as you started doing up your own bowl.

A smirk pulled at Ada’s lips, her mouth filled with food preventing her from retorting. You could see it in her eyes though… it was moments like these that made everything else worth it. Ada Wong was many things, and tumultuous was definitely one of them. But if you could be here to provide that stability for her? Then you’d give her a hundred more shoulder rubs.

Finally clearing her mouth, Ada speaks up, “What would I do without you?”

[delusional-shawty]

Tier list of who is good with hugs vs. awkward losers go!

Chris Redfield: Any game version of Chris gives 100/10 hugs. Have you SEEN him?? Big ol' bear hugs from him would be the absolute best way to cure a bad day. Rest his head on top of yours if he can and sways back and forth

Leon Kennedy (RE2, RE Death Island, RE6): 8/10 hugs. He's awkward for sure and never initiates hugs bc of it. He does that thing where, when hugged, he melts and lets out a big sigh he didn't even know he was holding in. If he had a tail, it would be wagging bc he is basking in the attention

Leon Kennedy (RE4, RE Vendetta) : 2/10 hugs, and that's being generous. They give me massive awkward side hug vibes, and they probably get all annoyed when you ask for a hug. Not that they don't enjoy hugs. They're just afraid of getting attached plus afraid of physical touch

Wesker: 0/10. Would not hug anyone for any reason. May stab instead

Ethan Winters: 10/10!! Next to Chris, I think he would give the most comforting hugs. It borders on just going to sleep because he never wants to break it off and eventually gets super tired. Bonus points for him because I also believe that he kisses the top of ur head

Ada Wong: 5/10... I think it would depend on how well acquainted you are. If you're friends, you'll get a side hug or a pat on the back. If you're best friends or more, she'll be more open to hug in private. Generally doesn't like them unless she's had a decent week. Ask before you hug is her major rule

Jill Valentine: 7/10 because she gives big sister hugs. Doesn't know her own strength sometimes and crushes you a bit. Rambles about cool stuff she did that day while crushing you to death... will try her hardest to fix the behavior if you bring it up, though it's basically instinct for her

Mayhaps more later

[love-toxin]

i finally got around to watching a play through of RE4 separate ways and now i just wanna be a pitiful research assistant abandoned by my team that ada stumbles across,,,,

imagine just hitting all her soft spots. a naive, good hearted, timid thing who she can’t resist helping. she tries to act all aloof and uncaring but she Loves the feeling having someone cling to her more than anything.

she has this one line after she sees ashley being kidnapped that’s like “babysitting is tough huh?” and she’s all mocking towards leon, but she totally loves mother henning you, making sure you’re not too tired or lagging behind. she goes out her way to keep you out of danger whenever there are any plagas around. and if you even so much as scrape your knee she is dropping everything to make you feel better.

omg and when her infection flares up and you’re worrying all over her it takes everything in her not to pull you into a random room in the castle to absolutely wreck you for being so cute and concerned about her 🤭

unnnggghhh.....ada..... (<- hasn't played separate ways yet)

You're so gentle and meek. You're not really working under Saddler, are you? That's what she thinks when she first meets you, and she's partially right. You don't really have any idea what you've gotten yourself into....and yet you've still been abandoned by your team. The only one that even tried to help you was Luis, the charmer. But then you got separated, and you got lost and scared, and Ada came to rescue you because...well, she's not really sure why. Maybe because she just couldn't stand to listen to your cries anymore, or maybe because there's a little piece inside her that still wants to help the weak and the guileless.

And it's for the better for her, it turns out, because you actually can be pretty useful to her. You might be delicate and fragile, but you can point her in the directions she needs to go, decipher the landscape with familiarity she doesn't possess, and you do it with such a cute, eager insistence because Ada saved your life and it's the least you can do to help her back. Doing the heavy lifting isn't so hard when she's got someone on her side, even if it means she feels responsible for saving you from the plagas, the island, Saddler, and Wesker.

With Leon in the mix, however, it complicates things further. He's like you: a goody two shoes. He could very easily convince you to join him, to follow his lead, and he could put you in so much danger on this little suicide mission to save the president's daughter. And though Ada can try her best to keep you away from each other, there are times when you just end up....falling into Leon's arms. Like what happened about an hour ago, when she lost sight of you during Leon's assault on Salazar's castle--and she still hasn't managed to get you back. Well, not until you got separated from Leon in one of those trapped hallways and went running into another room to hide, only to find that you've ducked into the bookbinding tower.

It's a miracle she even gets to you in time, slinging herself around on that hookshot to fly through the already-opened window, just in time to launch herself feet-first into one of those possessed knights and send it squealing and flailing into the fireplace. But when you look at her with those soft eyes and that teary face, she just melts, and it reminds her of why she picked you up off your knees and saved you in the first place.

"Adaaaa!" You sob and scramble to your feet, running for her in your stained lab coat and hugging her tight enough to bruise. Usually you're the one fussing over her and her parasite, but now you're like a child wailing for their mummy--and it's so cute, god it's so cute.

"There, there." She gets to croon, stroking your hair with a gentle hand and smiling softly as you bury your face in her shoulder. "I'm here, now." You don't have to be scared. God, she's getting soft. Getting all melty and gentle with some whimpering little cupcake. But at the same time, her grip on you tightens because she knows she's never leaving you by yourself again. She can't take such a precious little thing like you getting hurt....no, it's not that bad to keep her eye on you. Can't leave you alone, can't leave you behind, certainly can't hand you over to Wesker--it looks like you might just become her new mission partner after all. Or maybe you can be a pretty new piece in her apartment to welcome her home after these long, long days. Who knows what the future holds for you and her...together?

[saturncodedstarlette]

Chris : If you like him just tell him, kid.

Y/N : You make it sound so simple.

Chris : It is. Worse thing that can happen is that he says no.

Y/N, watching Leon & Ada talking and smiling : Right…… because being rejected by the one you love is not terrifying in the slightest.

Y/N, turns around and walk away :

Chris, internally : I feel like I’m watching a soap opera or something.

Bonus

[unoriginalfellow567]

Ada Wong x Reader - safe haven

super short drabble (198 words)

no tags or anything, gn reader.

with every new mission feeling more gruelling than the last, you could feel yourself crumbling. it was common amongst those in your field of work, you noticed. same old story: start young, retire a few years later and find some civillian job. but, what set you apart was the fact that you wouldn't let introspective aspects of your life interfere with your profession. that made you one of the best in the field.

and even though you put on a facade of effortlessness and efficiency, behind closed doors you collapsed. mentally and physically.

whenever you needed your girlfriend most, she was there. it seemed as if she could reach deep within you and find out the exact disturbance. she was the only one who understood you, helping you through some of your darkest times.

on days both of you were free, which were rare and as a result highly valued, you would go on walks together, bake, or watch movies. those moments were the cause of you pulling through the most morbid of missions and returning home.

because, at the end of the day, Ada was your safe haven and home. she was the only constant in your ever-changing life.

requests are open, so feel free to request anything (can be gore, no sexual content).

dividers are from: @cafekitsune

thanks for reading and take care ♡

[yourlocallygrowngay]

Fanfic Masterpost (updated)

My ao3 account: https://archiveofourown.org/users/yourlocallygrowngay/works

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Rating: Mature

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy & Reader, Leon S. Kennedy/The Merchant

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Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Mature (+18)

Relationships: Ada Wong/Reader

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Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Ada Wong/Reader

Characters: Ada Wong, Reader

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[inconsistentwriting]

From Eden

Pairing: Leon x gn!reader

TW: I don't like Ada and I refuse to pretend I do. Slightly implied Luis x reader. I adopted Ashley, sue me. Kinda angsty confession because they are both idiots. Ada being a cockblock. Mentions of panic attacks. I know the game takes place in 2004 but I couldn't bring myself to care.

The storm was getting worse by each passing moment. Leon and Ada were checking the windows of the small cabin we were using for refuge. Luis was starting a small fire and Ashley was trembling, either from the cold and the rain, or from the fear. I took notice of how scared and anxious she looked and I made my way to her, crouching by her side.

-“Hey Ashley, are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?”

-“I’m not sure. I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack. I’m terribly scared and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Her voice was shaky and hurried, it sounded like she wasn’t even breathing as she spoke. I knew how she was feeling, shit, if I hadn’t been scared like that the first few times.

-“Tell me something, what do you usually do when you feel scared? What helps you ease the anxiety?”

Her face changed to a puzzled look. What did she do?

-“I usually listen to music, but it’s not like we can do that here.

I beamed a smile at her. That was something I could do.

-“Ashley, your luck might have not run out just yet. I used to be a singer before I started working in this business. I can sing something for you. Do you think that would help?”

Ashley’s face lit up, like I just told her everything was over.

-“I think that would help a lot.”

-“Great, just give me a moment. I’ll warn the others so they don’t get startled. I’ll have to keep it kind of quiet, but I don’t think the locals will be able to hear us.”

I stood up and made my way over to Leon and Ada, a chill growing in my spine as I approached her, I’ve never liked that woman. Both of them were quietly chatting, something so simple, yet so distant for me. As I approached they turned their heads in my direction. Leon spoke with that smooth voice that made me melt.

-“Is everything alright?”

-“No, Ashley is on the edge of a full-on anxiety attack. I asked her what I could do to help her calm down, and we agreed that singing to her would help her a lot. I’m just warning you so you don’t give me shit for being loud. I’ll keep my voice down. It’s not like there’s anyone out there, not even the infected move during a storm like this one.”

He frowned. Damn him and his beautiful face.

-“As long as you promise to keep it down.”

Ada’s venomous words filled my ears as she said:

-“Are you even any good? I mean, not to offend you, but if you screech like those things out there it won’t calm her very much.”

My face must have shown my disgust as I answered.

-“It’s not for you to hear, if it bothers you too much, you are welcome to get out of the cabin and wander alone in the storm. At least I am trying to help, which is more than what I can say about you.”

My words stung, I could tell. I’ve always known how to read people, especially people like her. I knew exactly how people like her worked, that’s exactly why I couldn’t stand her. Without giving either of them time to talk I turned around and walked over to Luis who was drying his coat with the fire he started.

-“Don’t know if you listened so I’ll tell you as well. Ashley is on the brink of a mental breakdown so I’ll be singing to help her calm down.”

He answered with the flirtiness I learned to expect from him.

-“Ohhh, so not only do you have the face of an angel, but the voice of one as well? Do you even have flaws, doll?”

-“Quit flirting Luis, pay attention to what you are doing or you’ll end up burning your jacket.”

-“As their majesty desires.”

Without another word I made my way back to Ashley.

-“I’m back. Do you have anything special you’d like to request?”

-“I don’t actually have anything in mind.”

There’s a hint of shame in her voice. I take her hand in mine and look her in the eyes.

-“Hey, it’s okay, we are in a fucked up situation you were not ready for, I don’t expect you to know everything right now. Let the thinking to me, alright?”

She slowly nods and gets closer to me, seeking the warmth and comfort of another person. She looks so scared, like a lost little kid. It’s hard for me to picture her as an adult, even though she is twenty. A kind of maternal instinct tells me I need to protect her, to shield her from the horrors that wait for us on the other side of that door. I smile at her and pull her close to my chest.

-“We’ll be okay. I’ll get you out of here and we’ll get something nice to eat, after all this running you must be starving.”

I caressed her hair while I thought of a song. I picked a song with a soft and calming melody.

-“Babe

There's something tragic about you

Something so magic about you

Don't you agree?

Babe

There's something lonesome about you

Something so wholesome about you

Get closer to me.”

I softly started singing, low enough for the rain to muffle the sound but loud enough for everyone to hear. Ashley’s tense body seemed to relax more into me.

Luis was the first one to move towards the sound, he sat next to me and laid back against the wall. He left out a small sigh as his shoulders fell tiredly.

-“No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony

No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison; chivalry fell on its sword

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.”

Next one to get close was Leon, his eyes soft as he looked into mine. He sat across from me and held my gaze. Why was he the only one who was difficult to read?

-“Babe

There's something wretched about this

Something so precious about this

Where to begin?

Babe

There's something broken about this

But I might be hoping about this

Oh, what a sin

To the strand a picnic plan for you and me

A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree.”

Finally, even Ada came over. She stood, however, a little more distant than the rest, acting as if she wasn’t listening. But her body language spoke louder than her attitude. Ashley’s face looked much calmer than before, the warmth of my body and the comfort of my voice threatening to make her fall asleep.

-“Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to hide outside your door…”

And just like that, everyone’s gaze stood upon me. Luis’ face had a big grin and he looked at me with his deep gray eyes.

-“As I said, the face and voice of an angel. Que placer oírte cantar cariño. (What a pleasure to hear you sing, darling.)

-“Flattery will take you places Luis. Keep it up, even if it’s a lie.”

-”I’d never lie to you, doll.”

Ada looked at me, a hint of jealousy in her eyes.

-“I wouldn’t take it that far, but at least you don’t screech like I thought you would.”

-“I think that’s about the nicest thing I’ll get out of you. Thank you Ada.”

My voice sounded a little sarcastic, but at least the heavy tension wasn’t there anymore. I turned back to Ashley just to find her sleeping against me, her hands gripping at my clothes, like a little child with their parent. I take that as a win. I looked back up to find Leon’s overwhelming gaze still locked on me. What could he be thinking about?

-“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you singing and that considering we have known each other for 6 years now.”

His words caught me off guard. I smiled at him and answered:

-“I told you I was a singer back in Raccoon City, before the outbreak. If you wanted to hear me sing you should have just asked. You know I can’t deny you of anything.”

After a second he shifted his eyes. I could have sworn to see something in them, but I think that was just my heart, wishful thinking. Luis looked at me again and asked me:

-“Can I humbly request to hear that beautiful voice of yours once again, cariño?”

-“Sure, just let me carry this señorita to bed. She deserves to rest a little, at least until the storm calms down.”

I picked Ashley up and carried her to the small, single bed the cabin had in the corner, It was close to the fireplace and it was warmer. Still, I put a blanket on top of her and took off my jacket for her to hug. It felt like taking care of my little sister and it honestly warmed my heart to be a safe place for her in this horrendous village.

Before I could make my way back to the common room I bumped into Leon. I almost lost my balance, but he caught me in his arm, steading me on my feet again. Damn him. His arms fit perfectly around me and my heart flutters. It’s been years, when are the butterflies going to disappear?

-”Sorry, I didn’t see you there. Thanks for catching me.”

-”It’s no problem. I’m the one who startled you, after all.”

Damn his beautiful smile and his sweet tone. With that stupid look on his face he spoke again.

-”Hey, maybe it’s none of my business but I’d like to ask either way. Why is it that you and Ada don’t get along? I’ve seen cats and dogs treat each other better than you two.”

Of course he wanted to ask about Ada, it was the same back in Raccoon City.

-”Oh, that… To be totally honest with you besides what happened back in the first outbreak I have already encountered her in other missions. She has not been the kindest of competitors. We have been at each other’s throats since the beginning. But it’s mostly because of what happened back in the Umbrella Lab. And what happened in the cable car ride there.”

-”What happened at the cable car…? Oh. Oh… You mean the kiss she gave me?”

-”Yeah, I guess it just never sat right with me. Not only was she lying to us, but there was a weird power dynamic between you two. I mean, you were a police rookie on his first day and she told us she was an agent from the FBI, superior to you in ranking. It just never quite felt correct. There was a clear power imbalance, and I know for a fact that you didn’t return that kiss. You were frozen still. It was kind of uncomfortable to see.”

-”Why was that so important to you? Why does it bug you so much?”

I want to escape this conversation, I can’t let him know what’s in my mind.

-”I just felt uncomfortable, I didn’t trust her since the beginning and you decided to follow her around like a lost puppy. I just wanted us to be safe and she made that very difficult. For Christ’s sake, you took a bullet in your shoulder for her! I just wanted to keep you safe, yet she put you in so much danger. And you put yourself in even more danger to take care of her. It upset me, okay?”

-”I just don’t understand why you are still so caught up on it. I have already talked it out with her, we are good.”

-”You two may be, but I won’t ever forgive her. She hurt you. I never told you she was alive because I was hoping that you would never see her again. I wanted her memory to fade away from your mind. I wanted to know that whatever the fuck happened in Raccoon City, died in Raccoon City. She is anything but good news, every time I’ve crossed paths with her my life has been in danger, I didn’t want that to happen to you again.”

His eyes widened as I spoke.

-”Why are you so stuck on it? Why is it so important to you? I’d understand if you were upset because she puts you in danger, but why only when it comes to me?”

-”Because you are the most important person in my life. Because each mission I get assigned I hope it’s you who I get to call my partner. Because we saved each other's lives six years ago and since then we have been inseparable. Except when she is around. When she is here it looks like you completely forget about my existence. And I hate that.”

At this point I’m just trying to hold back the tears. I didn’t mean to spill my guts just like that. I’ve always hated feeling this vulnerable, I’m the one supposed to care for others, not the other way around.

-”I still don’t understand, why are you so fixated on it? Why is it so upsetting that your eyes are filled with tears?”

-”God, you are the most dense motherfucker I’ve ever dealt with! It’s because I’ve fallen for you! Happy?!”

His face showed he wasn’t prepared for that answer and neither was he ready for the tone of my voice. If it weren’t for the rain the other two would have definitely heard.

-”Since… Since when?”

-”God if I knew! I can’t really pinpoint the moment when it happened! I guess it started when we met, and the more time we spent together the more I wished to be closer to you. I know it’s stupid and I just messed up big time. I just… Didn’t know what to do anymore.”

-”You are absolutely unbelievable! How many times have I said I would take you out to dinner if we came back from a difficult mission? Do you think I say that to everyone? Even back in Raccoon City, I told you if we survived I would take you to a fancy restaurant with an ocean view!”

-”What the hell are you talking about? You say that to every woman in the agency! You and Ada kissed back in Raccoon City! You’ve been on a million dates in the last six years!”

-”I only say that to the married women in the agency, because I know they’ll say no! You said it yourself, I didn’t kiss Ada back when she initiated that kiss! I’ve been on a million dates to try and keep you out of my mind!”

-”I am the unbelievable one here? WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT?”

-”Most fucking people do that!”

I felt like a complete idiot, just like I predicted, but for very different reasons to the ones I was expecting. I laid my back on the wall behind me and slid down to the floor, my hands finding their way to my face. The stream of tears started rolling down my cheeks, a heavy weight finally off my back. I said it. And I didn’t lose him. He wasn’t disgusted with me. Not like the others always were. I finally did it and the fear was over. Leon sat next to me, his hands taking mine and pulling them off my face. His gaze found its way to my eyes.

-”You goddamned idiot. How long were you planning on hiding that from me?”

I looked into his eyes and smiled.

-”I was about to take that to my grave.”

-”Then we are damn lucky I pushed the answers out of you.”

-”Fuck off.”

Just as his face was getting closer to mine, Ada walked in. 

-”Are you coming or what? Luis is driving me crazy with his incessant chatter.”

-”ADA WONG… My least favorite person in the world, you know just when to interrupt, don’t you?”

She didn’t even respond. She just extended her hands to us and urged us to take them. Without choice, we did. Still grasping our hands she pulled us back to the common room where a very impatient Luis was waiting, sitting in the same space as before. Remembering my promise I sat down next to him, the only difference was Leon sitting on the other side of me, where Ashley used to be. Ada sat opposed to us and they all looked at me expectant for my voice. All in all, the storm really helped calm down a lot of tension.

[sillylittlegay]

I may be in class rn but I CANNOT stop thinking about Leon.

Esp Leon either jealous or in a poly relationship.

Listen, he's the type of lover to be so selfish. He wants you all to himself and while he is fully okay with a poly relationship, that possessiveness won't leave him. Whenever you two are together he has an arm around you, bickering with your other shared partner about who gets cuddles tonight, knowing damn well they'll both get them (plus points if that other partner is also possessive, I'm thinking Luis or Carlos being the absolute kings they are).

Now listen, real close, Leon definitely does his best to have you beg for him and him only, if you're the more submissive one in the relationship he will absolutely wreck you to one up the other partner, again plus points if the other partner is exactly like him too (I'm thinking Ada being absolutely the most teasing bitch, making you beg and cry for her while Leon does the same) and genuinely, constant fighting about who's making you feel good. All jokes and games of course, Leon loves both/all his partners equally.

In short I'm a whore for Resident Evil characters.

Please have Leon reject me with the power of AI voices so I can move on atp. (I wouldn't but I'd scream if he said my name)

Because I don't have connection in class you're getting all my bits and scribbles in one post because I can't even save this shit.

Leon would also definitely treat you to so many dinners and dates when he's home. (Listen, Re6!Leon and aging up would be such a sugar daddy without noticing) he'd constantly bring home stuff for you, from literal rocks to expensive jewelry and merchandise. You've been thinking of getting a new gaming console? It's on your kitchen table the next morning with Leon acting like he doesn't know how it got here. A new game of your favourite series came out? Better believe that it's in the package you found on your doorstep later that day. A cute little rock/piece of wood Leon thought you'd like because you're natury? He's stuffing it in his pocket to give you once he gets home.

I just feel like Leon's love language would be gift giving, especially after re6.

Beforehand it was definitely acts of service and words of affirmation etc, but my boy just found comfort in knowing the person he loves having more to remember him by than simple memories if one of his missions goes wrong.

Just casually thinking about a poly relationship with Leon, Carlos and Luis. It'd be pure chaos but it'd be so fun ngl.

[gatitties]

Gifts

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: you want a Christmas present and you know how to use it a lot

─ Warnings: none

8 < 9 > 10

The entity's realm was a cold place, there didn't seem to be any change of seasons beyond slight changes in temperatures, The Entity didn't care about it either, it's not like she wanted to take care of the people she had there, they were just mere puppets, so they could entertain her, killers or survivors, they were all replaceable.

How you found out you were on new year's eve was baffling to her, it only snowed a little bit in that desolate dark forest where she kept her puppets, and it's not like it hadn't snowed a few other times before, but you had that mentally detector, you just knew, you knew it was Christmas, or New Year, or just that time of year was close or had just passed, it was your sixth sense.

That, and that your fyp was completely related to that kind of thing, mystery solved, new problem found, gifts! Where were your Christmas presents? Besides all that family stuff blah blah blah… you didn't have your loved ones here, even though you could see some survivors as siblings or even parents (maybe even some killer), so most importantly were the gifts.

You were a spoiled brat, you weren't going to hand out handmade gifts or anything like that, you weren't going to be any more godly around this time, because it didn't feel like those days, so you went on with your daily shit, just making a little deal with the entity. You would stop sabotaging the games on both sides for a week.

Oh yeah, both survivors and killers realized how influential you were, if they offered you something you liked, depending on the person, you would sabotage a trial in favor of killers or survivors, basically the respective group would win 10% more chance of a victory if they managed to get you to collaborate either on one side or the other.

Could this be a little immoral? After all, you were part of the survivors but… you didn't discriminate against anyone! Or rather, you weren't going to deny the benefits they offered you, which could range from getting Meg to record a stupid video with you to Anna teaching you how to throw axes, you'd even sell yourself for some cookies, but who cares? Well, The Entity, but you didn't give a shit about her.

The thing is, you kept your promise, denying the blackmail you were offered for a whole week, it was hard not to accept your favorite dessert when The Trapper offered it to you, or even the offer to see Ace dressed as a chicken, you had to deny it for one higher weight ratio.

You were currently in a trial along with Ada Wong, Leon and Mikaela, the killer was a relatively new one, just like Ada, Albert Wesker, or aka "depression fuck me hard but I fuck it harder", yes, a your eyes this guy was some kind of uncle who was divorced like eight times and has five children scattered around the world without knowing where they are. You guessed correctly, Albert couldn't stand you one bit, but don't worry! His heart will soften with you just like the others did, otherwise this wouldn't be a fanfiction hehe.

But he still hates you, even though he wasn't focused on you in this game, having Ada and Leon here he just wanted to take his rage out on them while you and Mikaela were doing generators, more her than you, because you were an idiot for post-apocalyptic romance and Leon and Ada seemed to be having that right now

"This is better than the Turkish romance series that my mother watches…"

You grabbed a handful of popcorn from a bag that had mysteriously appeared in your hands, plot necessities!, You watched as they both ran from Wesker holding hands, your mind traveling to those kinds of scenes in other movies you remembered, only that in those movies the killer doesn't have statistically more speed than you in a general way, you saw like the permanent red light of the murderer illuminated the two figures more and more.

It was time to make use of your Christmas gift!

You grabbed one of the Orbeez pouches that you had hanging on your waist as ammunition, pouring a decent amount into the chamber of your personal pistol, smiling maniacally, you aimed with complete concentration at the back of Wesker's neck, without thinking twice about an amount of small balls impacted against the man, distracting him for a few seconds enough so that the blow he was going to launch did not reach Leon.

"Damn brat-"

He didn't even have time to turn when more balls flew towards his face, directly into his glasses causing it to fly away from his face, you gained his attention once and for all, hoping there weren't too many generators missing because you were still terrible at chasing.

"Nerf or nothing old man!"

You jumped off the balcony you were on, as he approached your position, you ran as fast as you could, blinding Wesker by shooting him right in the eye (taking his glasses off in the process all those times). You only stopped when your Orbeez ran out, you couldn't reload your Nerf gun with anything else so it didn't take long for you to be put on a hook, but it was worth it because you won that match, at least the other three came out unscathed, you were sacrificed under the angry look of the man in black.

New weapon unlocked!

Nerf gun.

New perk unlocked!

You ensure 10% victory if you are offered something of interest (works mainly with food)

[chernayawidow]

DATING ADA WONG HEADCANNONS — SFW

PAIRING: Ada Wong x GN!Reader

A/N: I’ve probably done a terrible job of characterising Ada, but she’s just so hot and cool (and there’s like no material on her) that I had to do something for her. Let me know if you’re interested in me doing more for her!

Being in a relationship with Ada Wong is by no means an easy feat. This woman is an enigma, and a relationship with her is no different.

The most you could get out of her is potentially an on-and-off type of deal. But if you’re willing to put in the work, then you’ll just have to cope with occasional long distance.

Her love language is along the lines of acts of service. Maybe not in the traditional sense of 'doing the laundry for you', but as we see in her interactions with Leon, she swoops in to save and assist him very often. It's her own kind of affection—it's how we know she cares. So naturally, that would carry across to you.

She has the ability to make you feel like the only person in the world. This is because when Ada does something for you, it’s not out of the kindness of her heart. This woman is a a spy who has and will work for very bad people. So anything that she says, gives or does, is because she wants to—because she cares.

At first, her intense eyes and sultry voice were an intimidating factor about her. But they eventually became some of her most comforting traits.

Ada doesn't use many pet names for you because a good majority of them make her cringe.

However, in an ironic way, she'll address you as 'Sweetheart', 'Kitten', or 'Lover'. In spite of her saying these names out of wry, her voice makes them sound cute. (Referring to VA’s; Sally Cahill, Jolene Anderson, Courtenay Taylor)

If you’re normal—as in you’re not a spy or an agent of any sort—then it’ll essentially be a "living a double life" scenario.

Ada was upfront with you from the beginning about how “busy” her schedule would be. She simply told you that she moves around for work, that the company she works for has strict confidentiality rules, and that thats all you need to know.

While it stings you to know that there's a whole portion of her life that you're absent from, you couldn’t fault her for something she was upfront about.

Getting Ada to open up to you will take time, that’s just a no brainer. As a spy, it goes against her very instincts. So when you first started seeing her, lots of what she told you about herself was fabrication woven with hints of truth.

Ada is the type of person who makes you feel as if she’s opening up to you, when in reality, questions about her background are met with vague responses.

Yet she speaks so charismatically that it makes you believe that she’s sharing more then what she really is.

She’s blunt and outspoken, so if you’re acting jealous then she’ll call you out on it immediately.

While on the jealousy topic, Ada doesn’t really get hit with these feelings. She’s confident in herself and your relationship, which clears up any potential insecurity that could give way to try one feelings. She trusts you enough to believe you wouldn’t do anything like that.

That’s not to say that she’s immune to jealousy, because there are definitely times where she can’t help but feel it swell in her gut.

And if you’re wanting to spice things up in your NSFW life with the presence of others, then she’s happy to discuss it. (Let me know if you want headcannons dedicated to NSFW)

She’s not someone who runs from arguments or conflict, she faces it head on. If there’s any tension in your relationship, you best believe she’ll address it.

If you’re being cold and distant, she’ll force you to sit down and talk to her about what’s bothering you. And when I say force, I mean by any means necessary.

Ada is very protective over you. So if she finds out that somebody’s hurt you? Then she will find out who it was, and she will eliminate them—as well as whoever else she needs to—in order to bring her own brand of justice. Zero fucks given.

If your relationship stands the test of time, there will be a point where she realises that may end up being a permanent fixture in her relatively unstable life.

This will potentially lead to Ada coming clean about who she really is and opening up to you. A very big step for her. One that only comes if you’re in a serious enough relationship.

[bonnibuckets]

Cute.

ft. ada wong x gn!reader

content. teasing/banter. alluded past encounter. ada wants a kiss. little makeout sesh. not accurate to story lmao.

blurb of ada bc i love her <33.

dividers @muruffin

“Looking for these?” a familiar voice cuts through. Smirking softly you turn “Actually yes” your head tilts slightly. It wasn’t like Ada to just help you so easily— there was a catch or extra step. “How do you conveniently always come to my rescue?” your lips tug. “I have my ways,” she says dangling the keys between her soft fingertips. “For me?” stepping closer you ask for the keys with your extended hand, “I’m not that nice” her voice is coy. “You were last time” You reach for the keys but Ada’s hands are quicker. Her teeth tsk and her beautiful lips purse “It’s going to cost you”.

Groaning softly you naively shove your hands into your pockets— “not something you have” she smirks “something you can give”. Her fingers now gently tapping the skin just below her plump lips. Shaking your head you step closer and press your lips to hers before quickly pulling away— you are in a time crunch. “You can do better than that” Ada mocks, spinning the key around her index. You mash your lips into hers and open your mouth to deepen the kiss. Ada mirrors and just as it starts getting heavy you pull away— her lips chase after, “How’s that?” you smirk back. “Good enough— for now” She kisses your cheek before handing you the keys. A cute little bear attached “How cute”.

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[roseglazedlens]

⦑ THE FUCKING DEAD ⦒ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

➠ series masterlist | 🔃girl’s route | 🔃boy’s route |

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓┇𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑┇𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐅𝐈𝐂┇𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 LEON S. KENNEDY & CARLOS OLIVEIRA X AFAB GN! READER ADA WONG & JILL VALENTINE X AFAB GN! READER chapter synopsis: You are amongst the top five selected for this infiltration to take down Glenn Arias. An argument unfolds between the agents and you are forced to pick a side. chapter content: smut in next chapter, resident evil: vendetta spoilers, zombies, haunted mansion, explicit themes throughout this series. a/n: welcome to my second series!! (need to finish my first one oops) on a thursday one month ago, i thought to myself 'zombie threesome hehehe', then i took the idea and sprinted with it and this series is born. so, uh... zombiefuckers rise up?? « 3.3 k words | general masterlist | ao3 | reblogs appreciated! »

Millions are dying—Mass infections are happening across the globe swamping the streets with an unbeknownst fear. The symptoms of this virus are faint, indecipherable next to an x-ray of a man who is perfectly healthy. Not even the carrier themselves are aware of how the virus lies underneath their veins, dormant, until a click of button is pressed from a commander far away, then their symptoms worsen: a headache, a cold, veins turning purple as the poison hatches in them, spreading, until the only thing that can manoeuvre their limbs is the word: KILL.

That’s the greatest strength of this virus. Anyone can be infected, and maybe, you already are.

This product first reached the underground market three months ago. Called the A-Virus; a bioweapon succeeded in the market for its ability to infect targeted communities remotely and leaving no evidence on the perpetrator, which no other distributors had successfully produced before.

Engineered by Glenn Arias, the researcher sold over thousands of this bioweapon, becoming a billionaire overnight at the cost of lives lost from the whims of the rich. He supplied the wealthy and corrupted, like insatiable brats, with new remote-controlled monster trucks, who only aims to tear down families and have their victims beg mercy to a monster that will not speak reason.

Hence, this problem brought attention to a global scale, having the DSO come in alliance with the BSAA and other independent mercenaries to hunt down the vaccine and put a stop to Arias’ grand schemes. Handpicking five agents who are equipped with both experience and skill to combat a zombie attack on this scale of doom and urgency.

Those five agents are Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira, Leon S. Kennedy, Ada Wong, and you.

A plan is already in place. A distraction concocted with your intel and the help of a senior researcher of all things bioweapons, Rebecca Chambers. While Arias is busy attending fake business meetings on the other side of the world, the five of you will infiltrate his private mansion to retrieve a concentrated sample of the A-Virus. Rebecca can use the sample to reverse engineer it into a cure and send her findings to facilities across the world.

The plan sounds brilliant in writing, but when you arrived his private mansion in Queretaro region, Mexico, something is off about this place.

Arias is a mastermind, you had been warned many times, in which you appropriately prepared all your best gear for this mission to treat it with utmost gravity. You’re thinking armed guards, well-equipped security, BOWs. But when the five of you pushed open the front doors of his mansion, it was quiet.

Empty. Not a single soul. Just five of you greeted by the whisk of wind through weakly hinged windows that somehow makes the humid air stick to your skin further. Did Rebecca get the wrong info? No one lived there. From what you heard when you were in town, not even the locals dare to venture anywhere near the odd gothic mansion on the top of the hill. They said it’s abandoned, cursed, rumoured to whisk away young children if they ever step foot inside.

It’s a story they say to stop the naughty kids, you remind yourself. It’s not haunted. And you’re not a kid anymore.

The inside is abandoned. Cobwebs lay thick between cornices and carved columns, the floors laced with a film of dust on the luxurious dark wood flooring, creaking with worn age as you take each step. Besides the chandelier, every single piece of furniture is either the same colour of black or red, or nothing else. The soft red velvet upholstery and the rug are made with the same fabric. And you can find the same dark wood in every corner of this house. It’s in the tables, the shelves, the chaise, the painting frames, and stone-like head sculpture whittled with the same exact dark wood, ridged the exact uniform way.

Then, you look at the wall. Black patches of mould smearing across the burgundy wallpaper like a crime scene.

Something creaks behind you. The hair on your arms stands up as you shiver, immediately followed by a wave of embarrassment. Despite the number of times you had taken down hordes of incoming zombies like they’re cardboard targets, why is a bit of wind freaking you out? It’s not a ghost, just old foundations, maybe mice, or wind kicking something off a table, like how every old house sounds like. You look around to see if anyone else catches you jumping at nothing, before Jill says, thankfully unaware of your worry:

“God, the smell. What have they done to this place?” Her hand flies over her nose as if that will help to shield any smell whatsoever. Unfortunately, the building is moulded far beyond salvageable that the stench lingers in every part of the mansion.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad. We get weeks-old corpses in body bags every day. It’s absolutely retching.” Jill’s earpiece fizzes into life, and she recognises the familiar playful lilt of Rebecca’s voice on the other side of the line.

“At least that’s refrigerated and contained, Rebecca. This fucking stinks.” Jill scrunches her face like she just ate something unpleasant.

“I’m sending my sympathies from my well-conditioned lab right now.”

Carlos appears from Jill’s behind, placing a firm, teasing hand on top of Jill’s shoulder. His wavy curls catch in the wind and his teeth glistens sparkly white. “Yeah Jill, got a problem with my natural musk?”

Jill shrugs his hand off, grimacing at his attempts at flirtation. “Take a shower first, then we’ll talk.”

In which Carlos laughs, holds his hand out at his heart as if it was just torn into shreds. “That hurts my feelings, Jill. Why aren’t you ever saying things like that to pretty boy over there?”

“I have a name, Oliveira.” The blond man turns around at the call of his nickname, familiar with the nickname, but it's not pleasantly received by him.

“I think pretty boy suits you more, Kennedy.” Carlos replies, a glint in his voice that hints something a bit less than friendliness between them.

“Ah, so you do know my name.” Leon quips back while staring directly into Carlos’ eyes, before getting cut off by Jill.

“I would, Carlos, but if I have to hear one more corny ass comeback from Leon’s mouth, I’ll throw myself out the window right now.”

“Takes a genius to get my humour.” Leon smirks.

Your eyebrows raise almost immediately to chime in. “Erm… I think we have different meanings for the word ‘genius’.”

Quiet chuckles ripple through the room. It helps that you have worked with these guys throughout the years and had come to know and get close to them—some a bit closer than just friends—but none of them are strangers by far. Usually, you would be working with only one or two of these guys, never in a big group like this, but it seems that everyone is already well-acquainted with each other.

You toss a glance at Carlos and catch him staring at you, smiling. Ah, you see now. Carlos must have been trying to lighten the mood because you had been jumpy ever since you had arrived. You nod at him, a silent thank you before the five of you venture deeper into the eerie atmosphere.

The goal is to arrive at Glenn Aria’s office. According to Rebecca’s intel, Arias hid a concentrated sample in a safe last time he was here. You will need Ada to crack the safe to retrieve the sample and deliver it to Rebecca. As you traverse the corridors, it twists and turns in different directions—whoever engineered this did not enjoy unexpected guests at all. But under Rebecca’s guidance, she walks you and your team through the labyrinth with ease and precision.

But unfortunately, not ease and precision on your part. You trip over your own leg and almost fall to the floor as you round a harsh turn according to Rebecca’s instructions, and Jill catches you right on the arm before you fall.

“Easy there.” Jill pulls you up the ground, and you regain some balance. “You good? Mind your step.”

“Why did I agree to babysit?” Ada speaks, finally, for the first time in this mission. Despite how quietly she spoke under her breath, her words abruptly cut through the air, and all attention is on her and the red sweater dress that curves into her frame perfectly now.

“Oh, I bet once you get your paycheck it will be worth it. Or will you be betraying us, huh, Ada?”

Leon smirks loudly. Ada’s face goes from tired to exhausted in one second. “You just can’t let bygones be bygones, can you?”

“That’s rich coming from someone who used to work for Wesker.” Ada’s heels come to a stop, and with a slow turn, she stares deeply into Leon’s eyes that speak a million threats without needing to be utter a word. Oh, and believe me, you do not want to be messing with Ada. You learnt that the hard way.

“Woah, guys. Let’s keep this civil. No need to get heated.” Carlos rushes to stand right between them as the duo glares at each other with passionate fury and resentment.

You nod, joining Carlos’ side to stand by him. “Carlos’s right. This is not the time to pick a fight.” But it falls on the deaf ears of Leon and Ada.

“Thousands were killed. I want what’s good for the people, and I’m not sure Ada here is on the same page.” Leon continues, adding fuel to the fire.

Ada lets out a disbelieved gasp in response, before recollecting herself and replying in her usual tone of calmness: “Someone has to pay the price. I’m just the executor.”

“Regardless of our motivations, we all are on the same side here.” Carlos attempts at resolution again, putting his hands up in between them, and fails embarrassingly once more.

The air is heated with hostility; Leon and Ada’s eyes are locked in a trance, a hazy spite that reigns their composure, that looking away from each other means forfeiting. You don’t see either of them walking away first, they are both prideful people after all.

“Uh… Jill? Some help?” Carlos looks around to find Jill, who is leaning against a wall, her arms relaxing by her sides, unphased by the fire stirring right in front of the crowd.

“Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Jill is merely waiting for either one of the parties roll over.

You feel speckles of flame through the two of them, as if steam is retreating over the top of their heads, burning not just them, but also everyone else in the room. Until the boiling point hits, and it erupts all in one second. The duo walks away, off to different directions in bitter adrenaline, until you and Carlos are just looking at each other.

“I guess we’ll take five. There’s a safe room up ahead.” Carlos is speaking, but you’re the one listening.

The five of you enters the safe room in silence. It is a storage room—despite its name, it’s quite large for a normal storage room—with boxes stacked on all ends that made the room seem smaller in comparison. A ceiling light illuminates the room dimly, but it isn’t enough to shade away years of old animosity from their past.

The lively conversations you had mere minutes ago is gone now. Just silence and awkward rustling as each of you sits in your own designated corner. Carlos and Jill find themselves a seat on top of a firm box. Leon and Ada giving each other the silent treatment, standing on farthest end of the room to each other. You are simply minding your own business, gathering materials to craft a flashbang to pass the time. Doesn’t hurt to have more supplies anyway.

There is a notable division on each side, an imaginary alliance that you choose to be on neither side. Until Leon crosses the boundary line, somehow making his way to you. He picks up an empty grenade case next to you, assembling the pieces together for your project.

“Sorry you had to see that.” A little guilt tugs at Leon’s voice.

“Not at all. I get why you felt that way.” Leon nods, a look of gratitude hanging softly through a smile. His other finger seals the flashbang cap and hands it back to you. “But you need to learn to control your temper. Especially when it comes to Ada.”

Speaking of Ada, a shiver runs down your spine suddenly. The feeling of someone sending laser signs and telepathic warnings towards you. You turn around towards the direction of the aura to find Ada, her back leaning against the wall, arms crossed without engaging or acknowledging anyone in the room. She stands by herself alone, and that’s how you had always known Ada—distant and in her own mysterious world. Not really a chatter, despite the number of times she had saved you in the past.

Ada does not look at you, but you can feel her glaring down—either you or Leon—with her entire body.

“Good to see the two of you getting along at least.” Carlos holds out two plastic water bottles to you two from a supply crate he found in the room, which Jill has finished downing two of them already.

You two gesture ‘no thanks.’ Ada does not spare Carlos a glance at his direction when he offers.

“You’re welcome, I guess.” Carlos says sarcastically, before taking in a generous sip from his drink.

There’s a moment of silence. Then, a moment of dry coughs; a squeak of footsteps, a joint click from a stretching neck. Then silence once more.

“I’ve had enough.” Jill slaps her hands on her thigh before pushing herself up from her seat. “You guys gonna keep acting like kids? Grow up, this isn’t high school anymore. Take your drama outside. If we’re gonna take down Arias, we have to get along. And yes, that means moving on from shit that happened… five years ago? Five years ago and you two are still hung up? Unlike you all, I’m actually looking forward to go home and get a decent shower, hopefully soon.”

You nod in approval as Jill speaks her mind, and you are glad at least the few of you have their priorities in order. Ada flicks her head away from Jill, but her silence is telling of how much she is thinking over Jill’s words.

“Leon, can you accept this?” Jill asks.

There’s a bit of reluctance in his voice, but he agrees anyway. “Fine.”

“Ada?”

Before Ada can respond, smoke is creeping into your vision, coming in quick. It merges into your view, obscuring it, and you whiff something artificial, some kind of chemicals that is piercing to your nose and eyes. You can’t help but wince, hands groping the air in attempts to find comfort in the person closest to you—anyone for that matter—to indicate you’re safe and is indeed not under attack. Your fingers find themselves in a fistful of someone’s shirt, muscles tensing tightly underneath the fabric on their shoulder cap.

“Leon. Is that you?” You cry out.

“It’s me. Stay close and don’t let go. It’s an ambush.” Leon pulls your arm towards him, securing your safety with his hand in yours.

There is some coughing through the air, faint panic in voices underneath the hissing of gas that seems to be coming from above. You hold onto Leon a bit tighter.

Carlos calls out desperately “Where are you guys? Is everyone okay?” as he flaps his hand around the smoke to stir it away. He finds you and Leon almost immediately, and looks down to your hands, finding them clasped tight against each other. Your hand lets go of Leon flying behind your back, but Carlos already saw it.

Jill is coughing deep from the smoke. “I-I’m here!”

“It seems like we’re all here.” Ada says, composed as ever despite the circumstances.

The smoke dissipates—until most of the fog fades away, escaping through the cracks underneath the door to the other side. Leaving the five of you standing in the same storage room darting eyes around, seemingly unharmed, and even more confused.

After what feels like a while later, Jill finally breaks the silence: “Huh. What was that?”

“No enemies.” Ada unholsters the pistol from her belt, inspecting the room and the door behind the room. “Clear on this side too.”

It’s strange. If this is an ambush, why isn’t there an attack?

Leon places a finger on his earpiece to activate his microphone. “Rebecca, come in. We’ve just been ambushed by some kind of smoke, but nobody’s hurt. Happen to know what’s going on?”

His earpiece buzzes into life. “Hmm, let’s see. From the architecture plans, I see the vents are connected to a lab below. It seems abandoned, there are no signs of anyone triggering an attack on my end.”

“Whatever it is, we need to investigate.” Leon’s voice is firm and serious. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

You swallow deeply, fear settling back inside you. “You think it’s a trap?”

“I think…” Leon pinches his chin. “…Arias knows that we’re here.”

Your heart drops—Bundle of fear, anxiety and stress springing back into your nerves as you probe at the possibility of Glen Arias knowing where you are. What you’re trying to do. Making sure you will never reach that sample despite your hardest wills.

“He shouldn’t. Rebecca, didn’t Arias get on the jet?” Carlos is also thinking too.

“Affirmative. Security footage showed Arias walking into his private jet, and it took off four hours ago. He should still be in the air. No signal of them making a pitstop anywhere.”

You hear black pumps clacking against the hardwood floor. “I’m getting the sample.” Says Ada, her foot is already halfway out of the door. “Follow me or not, I don’t care. I’m here for the objective, and only that.”

“And what if something happens to you?” Carlos asks, genuinely concerned.

“I’ll deal with it if it happens.” Ada waves dismissively.

“Ada’s right, we could be set on a wild goose chase.” Jill chimes in. “Millions of lives are dying. We don’t have time to waste.”

“I guess it’s just you and me then, pretty boy.” Carlos rounds his arm around Leon’s neck, bringing him closer in an almost choking grip, a little too close and tight to his liking. And with Leon’s history with Carlos, Leon refuses to believe this is just a friendly gesture.

Leon grimaces, removing Carlos’ hand over him. “So that’s it? We’re splitting up?” The answer is unanimous. “Fine. I guess we’ll cover more ground if we split up.”

Rebecca, through the other side of your earpiece, speaks: “Be careful everyone. You don’t know what kind of schemes Glenn Arias had set up. Please stay safe.”

“We’ll be fine, as long as we don't have any traitors in our team.” Leon says the word ‘traitor’ while maintaining eye contact with Ada. She ignores him, simply deadpans.

“Well, what about you?” Leon nudges at your arm.

You are faced with two options. Indulge in your curiosity and find the source of the gas, or stick to mission as planned? Both options will be dangerous. So who will you trust with your life?

[OPTION A] “I’ll follow the girls.”

[OPTION B] “I’ll follow the boys.”

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[cuckette]

STAY SOFT, GET EATEN !

ft. leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

tags. p in v, incest, dub-con that is basically non-con idk

note. unedited cuz i got lazy omg. umm ignore typos :3 sorry my writing is so jolty lately im finding it hard to write so it’s all coming off very clunky but :3 rbs n feedback appreciated !! this is like not actually that smutty I’m sorry 💔 if u see me reusing bits from other old fics pretend it’s new

tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general from the tags. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

Your dad is hot, an indisputable fact. He’s a total babe, kinda looks like he should’ve been in Baywatch during his prime, got a rack that rivals C. J. Parker’s. Ever since you hit twelve, and the girls in your class suddenly got all boy crazy, you’ve been hearing nonstop about how cute dad is.

Sleepovers were held at yours so they could get a glimpse of him, and your dad might be friendly, but he’s clumsy with conversation, not much of a talker, so he made himself scarce. Then came the slew of questions, you think it was Ashley Graham, the one that didn’t know how to quit it. Airheaded with eyes like chipped peridot.

Hey, where’s your mom? Is she still around, I’ve never heard about her? What kinda girl does your dad like?

My dad doesn’t like kids, freak.

He might, and I’m not a kid! I mean, I turn thirteen in January. I bought a bra at PINK the other day, I even got measured, the lady said I’m an A cup.

Even my dad's are bigger than that, loser.

I’m, like, so not a loser! My mom said I could get a boob job when I turn sixteen, and by then your dad will be, like, what? Thirty?

He’ll be forty-three, dumbass.

Yeah, forty-three, that’s perfect. We can date then as long as you don’t have a mom. I did see a picture on your desk, but that’s your sister right? ‘Cause if that’s your mom, she never picks you up from school, so she’s either dead or they broke up or she hates you, right? I’m so right, aren’t I?

You’re wrong, stupid. My mom just works a lot.

Boo, I totally thought she was dead, well, whatever, if they break up by the time I hit sixteen, I’ll totally be your new step-mom.

For a lack of better words, you wanted that bitch dead. She meant well, you’ve just never met someone so out of touch, the type of girl that hands out Chanel handbags at the food bank.

A few years later, when you turned eighteen, it was Ada Wong, you had this co-dependent, whirlwind friendship that had you by the throat. She was cool, a few years older, and everyone thought she was hot. You were lame, and wanted everyone to think you were hot. What you don’t understand is how on earth it ended with her hand down the front of your dad’s pants at your graduation party. He was totally out of it too, she took advantage of a poor, drunk old man, and the worst part about it? That wasn’t what made you mad. Not that she touched him when he was slurring, tripping over his own feet, you were mad ‘cause she got to touch him in the first place.

When you tell your counsellor, I have a crush on my dad, she falters. She’s this older lady that reminds you of your Auntie Claire, they have the same button nose, and that makes it harder to talk to her. She presents herself professionally, and takes herself a little too seriously, also in the way Auntie Claire does at times. Bitch thinks she’s a psychologist. She has an office tucked right into the corner of your university’s humanities department.

“Well, is your dad absent?” She starts, chews on the lid of her ballpoint pen, the type you get in a pack of two hundred. See, if she were a real psychologist, she’d have a fancy one, with runny ink, and a metallic barrel.

“No, my dad raised me.” Your lips twitch upwards, wanting to scowl at her. ‘Cause this is your thirteenth session, and she knows how close you are to dad.

“Well, then, has your dad ever hit you?” She blinks real slow like it hurts to blink.

“What? No, never.” You’ve asked me these questions before, you stuck-up cow.

“Well, then,” Her eye twitches, you think she might report you to the authorities for being a freak, “Has he ever behaved inappropriately with you?”

The worst your dad has done is ask if you’re on birth control, only once, and he was rightfully worried. “Never, he would never do that.” I don’t know if you’ve been listening, I’m the one that wants to sit on his dick.

She taps her nail on the oak desk, popping open a button on her blouse. Some counsellor she is, mouth drying up ‘cause you have a crush on your dad. “Listen, if it’s not me overstepping boundaries, or being impolite, I’d like to refer you to a therapist.”

No fucking way. Jackpot. You’ve been waiting three months for this, all it took for her to cut the crap was an incestual confession? Although, you really do need to get that fixed, there’s this part of your brain, the cerebellum you believe, that’s been cut out and replaced by a hunk of meat that resembles your father. Whoever did it made a shoddy malpractical mess that you’re left to clean up with scarce supplies and medical knowledge.

“I'd really appreciate that.” You tell her, mustering your toothiest of grins as you pack up your shit and pass through the doorway, never to turn back to advice that consists solely of ‘talk it out’ and ‘use daily affirmations’ and other baseline shit they cover in Cosmopolitan articles you could read for free.

Therapy turns out to be no help. Not ‘cause of the content of the session, this is your first one actually, more ‘cause your therapist resembles dad. A little more on the polished side than your father, with salt and pepper hair that would look so good on him. Leon refuses though, to grow old, that is, to look anything more than thirty - he’s far past that, you think he’s looked old ever since you were born.

It’s going to be a distraction, you might leap out of your seat and fuck this man half to death if he scoots his chair any closer, if he keeps scratching his chin in the way dad does. There’s a copy of Nineteen-Eighteen-Four on the desk behind him, the one with the fabric cover to be specific, embellished by tiny labouring hands to sit pretty on the best-seller shelf in some overpriced independent bookstore. More importantly, it’s the copy that collects dust on your dad’s bedside, the one he insists to have read, but the pages still have that fresh scent to them, and not a single one is dog-eared.

There’s a ring on his ring finger, just like dad’s, and that might be a stretch, ‘cause every married man has a ring on their ring finger. Still reminds you of dad though. His is gold, and dad’s is silver ‘cause mom likes silver. You like silver ‘cause it looks pretty on dad.

He introduces himself, his way of speech is refined, and you can tell he thinks before he speaks unlike dad. Leon is clunky with words, oftentimes crude without realising. Cancellation and no-show fees, your rights, confidentiality, he runs you through all of it - the whole time you’re focused on his lips, the prominent curve of his Cupid’s bow, the double lip line that makes them appear fuller from afar. Just like dad’s lips.

The receptionist frowns when you request to see another therapist, then she begins to click, click, click away at her keyboard. She stops midway to file her nails, then she pops her gum and gives a very simple shake of the head, ponytail moving with her. You doubt the slow bitch even tried, so you make your way home, a heat in your stomach that refuses to fizzle out, an ache so deep only dad could reach it. With his dick, obviously.

Dad’s keys jingle and you hear wedding bells. You check the time, he’s home early, he toes off his shoes and tucks them into the cubby hole shelf mom placed by the door. She’d be down his throat if he left them scattered for her to trip over again.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Leon smiles kindly, the same smile that’s seen you throughout your life. The one he gave you when he first held you, the one he gave you when you fell off your bike, and he brushed the crumbly gravel off your knees and kissed the tender scrapes on both. When you graduated, and he held back tears but acted all tough about it, he smiled all the same.

“Hi, dad.” The one you give in return is meek, the apples of your cheeks refusing to raise upwards into your eye-line.

“Oh,” Dad is perceptive, he throws his jacket over the bannister, keys tucked into one of it’s unzipped pocket - they dangle haphazardly, and you’re sure he’ll forget about them and toss that jacket in the washing machine, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You shrug Leon’s hand off of your shoulder when he takes the seat adjacent to you. It’s cruel, the expression on his face sours, your heart lurches. Making him upset is your farthest intention, you just don’t know how much skin to skin contact you can handle with him.

Nonetheless, it was the wrong move, ‘cause he shuffles closer, “Hey now, don’t push me out, what’s wrong?”

“Dad, I promise, nothing's up.” You aim to soothe him with your words, but his agitation grows, your discomfort is palpable - he tastes it on his tongue, it’s the blood in the back of his throat. There’s no getting past him. “Therapy was bad.” No harm in telling a lie or two.

“Therapy,” Leon waves his hand through a nonexistent cloud of smoke, “You don’t need that.”

Here we go. All you need is a hug from dad! A kiss from dad. And you’ll be all better, sweetheart.

“I do, dad.” You glare at him, he smooths his thumb over your wrinkled brow and your heart drops to your ass. Dad needs to stop touching you before you touch him back, that’s a silent threat, your fingers twitch to grab him, mould his soft flesh into the shape of your fingertips.

“I did a good job with you,” Leon states, “My dad—“

My dad hit me, my dad threw me through a glass table once, busted my ass and made me crawl through the shattered glass and then he set wild dogs on me - your grandma just watched - I been through all that and I don’t need to go to therapy. He says something along those lines, albeit less cinematically thrilling.

“You did a very good job with me,” You nod, reassure him in a maternal tone almost ‘cause all dads are children that need to be praised, “It’s not your fault, dad, I love you lots.” Well, it is, for raising you so well, maybe he raised you too well. Or maybe you’re just a bit sick in the head, or maybe it’s his fault for looking how he looks.

“Then you don’t need therapy,” He sinks back into his dent in the leather couch, “You just need a hug, bring it in, kid.”

No, no, no. You do your best to fend him off, all for his own sake, but he draws you close to his chest, smothers you by pushing your face right into the dip. He smells good, cologne gradually having worn off as the day progressed, the slightly tangy undertone of his sweat coming through.

“And a kiss.” He coos at you, pinches your cheek, clicks his tongue in an attempt to coax you.

God, no. Don’t kiss me. Don’t do that— Mwah! Smack bang on your forehead as he tips your chin upwards, blinking down at you with sticky toffee lashes. And you, stupidly, in your lovestruck haze, pull him in to place the most disgusting, sloppy kiss on his lips - one that does little to hide your ardour for dad.

Leon’s neck almost snaps with how fast he pulls back, then he stares at you open-mouthed, and you hate to say it, but you’d kiss his lips swollen again. A man of his age, especially your father, should not be pretty or doll-lipped, but he is and you hate it. He’s your hamartia of sorts.

“Sweetheart…” Dad shambles aimlessly through his words, umming and ahing.

“Oh, god, you totally think I’m a freak, right?” You take your hands off of his chest, where they had been firmly planted, giving him a real good squeeze without even realising. “Dad, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, it just came out, you were just really close to me and I got nervous.” Now you sound like him, a lack of conversational tact is exactly what you got from dad.

“No, it’s alright, it’s okay, sweetheart, just give dad a minute.” He pats your shoulder, then he stands up, about to march on forward to grab his keys and leave. You know your dad, so you take his wrist in your hand, beg him to face you.

“Dad… I’m sorry, can you look at me?” You add a ‘please’ in the most desperate tone you can manage, brows slanting downwards as your bottom lip trembles.

Leon struggles to do so, his arm flexes when he tenses, stiffening in your grip. He sits back down when you begin to sniffle, too lamb-hearted to sit through your fit of tears. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay.” Dad rubs your back, but he avoids moving his face close like he usually would, this is his cue to kiss the tears from your cheeks, but he doesn’t.

“It’s not, dad,” You hiccup, choking on an ugly sob that manifests into an even uglier yelp, “I didn’t mean to do that, I’m just really lonely.”

“Baby,” Leon’s voice is sweet like a glacé cherry, “I didn’t know you were feeling like that, I didn’t know you were lonely.”

You are, but that’s not why you kissed dad. You kissed dad out of your own free will, ‘cause you’re in love with him. “I am really lonely, dad, I don’t know what to do.” The snot and tears don’t bother him, he wipes it away with the back of his hand. You’re his baby, you know that. So if he can do that, why can’t he fuck you? It’s ugly in the same way, he’ll wipe his load off your stomach instead, or your ass if he wants to take you from the back.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can— we can fix that, I promise.” The only thing you need him to fix is the leak you’ve sprung, plug it up or whatever. “There’s no use cryin’ about it, alright? Dad doesn’t like seeing you cry.”

His guard drops, and you’re kissing him again, harder, till he’s breathless and confused and yet unable to push you off. ‘Cause dad is so weak-willed when it comes to you. If only you’d had the guts to get to him sooner. “I won’t cry… I won’t cry if you kiss me, dad, I promise.” It’s a shitty tactic, threats, making dad’s heart jump like that - gonna send him into cardiac arrest.

Leon hesitates, softens like butter when your hands come to fist the fabric of his shirt, “Okay, just, just a kiss, alright? And mom can’t find out ‘bout this.” He stammers, cupping your face in his big hands, his fingers trembling. “And… And just one, yeah?” His flimsy assertion of dominance has your lips curving into the slightest of smiles, dad’s cute.

“Just one.” You agree, his spiky lashes cast shadows on his face, he shuts his eyes tight as your lips ghost over his for a moment, then you take his face in your hands and press them together. Lip to lip. Heart to heart. You swing a leg over his, situating yourself in his lap. Leon’s eyes open, no longer bracing as he glances down at your spread thighs, then up at your face.

“What’s up?” Leon tries, it’s hard to miss the apprehensive edge to his tone, how he burrows backwards into the couch pillows, shoulders shrinking to get away from you. His kid.

He’s not moving. Not pushing you off, which he could easily do, not calling mom and telling her you need to be checked into a ward of some kind - with others akin to you. Would be like a slumber party really, getting to indulge in fantasies that haven’t left the confines of your sick little head. Dad is looking on ahead, glassy-eyed and sad. And you kind of get it now, what you’ve heard about dad being easy back when he was younger. Not easy, but soft. Pliant against his own will, even when he has the capacity to say no, you’ve given him plenty of chances to say no.

“Dad, I’m sorry, I’ll be quick.” That’s a promise, you’re worked up from therapy with the cleaner version of dad. “And I’m sorry, we don’t have to do this ever again.” Unless you want too is left unsaid. You hope the implications are clear enough, that he’s picking up what you’re putting down, but dad is slow in that sense. He’s a hands-on type of guy.

You give him a minute, dad blinks, and there’s no explicit refusal, so you lift up to wriggle out of your jeans. Dad’s come undone a little easier, he raises his hips when you ask him to do so, and he flinches when you unzip them - fingers coming into contact with the softness of his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Leon’s not hard. It’s a blow to your already crippled ego, then again you’ve heard mom talk about Viagra to him before - so maybe it’s not a ‘my kid is groping my dick’ issue, but more of an old age issue.

The tip is velvety on your skin when you tuck your fingers beneath the waistband to tug them down, with the way he’s reclined back in his seat, his dick flops onto his stomach. Heavy and stagnant, much like dad himself. Doesn’t spring up and whack you in the face like dicks tend to do in porn, doesn’t have a mind of its own, it just sits there awkwardly.

Leon closes his eyes, you notice how ragged his breathing is and wonder if he’s getting any enjoyment out of this, or if he’s two minutes away from flatlining. To comfort him, you stroke a hand over his cheek, fingers curling beneath his square jaw as your other hand curls around his flaccid cock. He flinches, and for the first time in your life, you see dad cry. And it turns you on. The last time was when you were born, you don’t remember it, for obvious reasons, but he reiterates it every birthday.

“Oh, dad,” Your brows knit together, “I didn’t… Please don’t cry, I really didn’t mean to upset you, dad. Gosh, I’m just, I just needed to do this dad— Can you speak to me, please? I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Leon’s voice wavers, his body is wracked with shivers, chills prickling his spine, “I want to make you happy.” You’re all he's got, you and mom are the only speck of normalcy in dad’s life and you’ve gone and ruined it. For reasons even your counsellor couldn’t process, reasons that are unfathomable to you. A prion disease so severe that even your therapist likely fears there’s no chance. “I’m sorry.” He says finally, and your stomach hurts.

“Dad, don’t say sorry, that’s stupid.” You lift your hips once more, spitting on your palm and smearing it over his dick has done little for lube, but he’s not all that big - and you’re dripping down your thighs, it’ll be an easy fit, ‘cause dad made you. Half of you is him, and that means he’ll be just right. “It’s not your fault.” You tell him, but you doubt it lifts the guilt from his shoulders, it weighs down his tender heart instead.

Dad doesn’t think that way. He blames everything on himself. Leon’s the one that raised you, he's the one that went wrong. You don’t know how else to tell him there’s something sick inside your head, and it’s infected every single part of you.

It’s hard to guide him into your hole, the tip bumps over your twitching clit a couple of times, up and down your slippery folds as you try to line him up. Leon’s face twists when you take him in, walls breached by the tip alone, you wonder if he’s relieved to find out you’re a virgin. You’ve been saving it for dad, didn’t know the opportunity would come so soon. Your cunt squelches when you take him to the hilt, squeezing around his shaft till he hardens inside of you. There we go, so dad does like you after all? Or is this a natural response? Or is he thinking of someone else, his eyes have been closed for an awfully long time.

“Dad, will you look at me, please?” That’s the second time you’ve asked so nicely and he obeys all the same, cracking open his eyes, foggy like stained glass, just as bright too.

Two hands come to rest on your torso, Leon’s keeping you at arms length. You want dad to let you in. The rocking off your hips elicits the slightest groan from his parted lips, you grind yourself into his lap, fat head leaking and jabbing at that spongy spot deep inside. See? Dad’s made for you. Dad knows you.

“Dad,” You whimper, clammy forehead sticking to his, the tip of your nose bumping his broad one, it’s romantic you think. In the same way A View from the Bridge is romantic - to you and you only. “I love you… I love you so much.” His hips jolt upwards, dad’s sensitive you suppose, he didn’t mean to do it ‘cause his face contorts with pure, unadulterated disgust.

Shakily, you take his bigger hand in yours, he’s limp in your grip. You jam his hand between your sweaty bodies, force him to rub them against your thrumming clit. Dad does it. ‘Cause he loves you, if you didn’t get that by now. His thumb rubs figure eights into your bud, the nimble touch, along with dad’s dick right where you want it, lodged deep inside your pussy - it tips you right over the edge.

Your thighs tremble, snapping shut around his hand, and his cock slips out. He’s only got a semi, or maybe he came earlier, but you don’t know much about dick specifics so you curl into his chest, and dad holds you tight even after you totally violated the poor guy.

“Should clean up ‘fore mom gets home.” Leon’s voice is unsteady, lilting up and down, all over the place. God, did you make dad cry again, you stupid bitch?

“Yeah,” You agree, scratching the back of your head ‘cause what do you even say after fucking your dad? Couldn’t even ask google that. “Dad, do you still like me?”

“I love you,” He answers instinctively, “I’ll love you no matter what you do to me, kid.”

[navstuffs]

two weeks

Pairing: leon kennedy x gn!reader

Summary: "give me two weeks, you won't recognize her."

Warnings: songfic, SMUT SO MINORS DNI, sort sub!leon, confident reader

Author's Notes: if you know this song, you already know what's coming ;) this fanfic is also an ode to my queen fka twigs (so you can imagine the pressure i felt writing this lol). leon is also very lucky with me; first sade and now fka twigs? he is a lucky motherfucker man. enjoy your reading!

my leon's masterlist

"I know it hurts, you know I'd quench that thirst

(I can treat you better than her)

You say you're lonely, I say you'll think about it"

Like most things in your life, it doesn't start the "right" way. Yes, there is a date, but never a proper second or maybe third date, then a kiss. And at a particular stage of life, you didn't think you could seduce or date anyone. Even more so, your partner and friend Leon S. Kennedy. You had lost your touch or never really had one. And he was clearly in love with somebody else.

You had to hear about it occasionally if you decided to join him to drink. It bothered you more than it should, but you could do nothing about it.

And Leon Kennedy had the tendency to only "flirt" as a joke, anyway. 

The smiles, the flirty smiles in your direction. They started here and there, just a tiny detail you didn't think much of, figuring it was just Leon being Leon. Then, the flirting. As if you could call it flirting, the man straight invited you to dinner after you two almost died in the hands of a B.O.W.

Leon's priceless face, when you accept it, makes everything almost all worth it.

"Higher than a motherfucker, dreaming of you as my lover

Flying like a streamer, thinking of new ways to do each other"

Leon is unsure during dinner. You watch his eyes wander around the restaurant, never looking straight at your face. The menu has confusing names with food you have never heard of. Leon had chosen a fancy place he clearly never went, and also somewhere he wasn't comfortable. 

Later, after eating what you think was a snail with a weird tomato, you question why he brought you here. Leon mumbles he never thought you would accept it.

"Why?"

"I guess because you know...my situation."

"I know it hurts, you know I'd put you first

(I can fuck you better than her)"

Ada Wong? Oh, you knew their situation pretty well. You have heard more than once, actually: she and Leon seem to be connected to each other with a certain tension that never seems to die down over the years. This doesn't frighten you; you never ran away from a challenge. You preferred the harder ones anyway.

You wouldn't be stealing Leon from her since he was never his. And even if he was, it didn't matter.

"It doesn't really matter," You conclude, finishing your drink.

"Why not?"

"Because you could be mine at the end. We can't risk that."

The smile Leon gives you is all the answer you need.

"Feel your body closing, I can rip it open

Suck me up, I'm healing for the shit you're dealing"

You are bad, Leon realizes, really bad. It is the way you make him feel pleasure, the way look at him, fierce and daring, as if he is the only one for you. It makes him feel special, unique, like Ada never could. Not because she didn't want to but.

"Hey, eyes on me, Leon."

Your authoritative voice calls him back, and Leon feels a chill. He had only seen you concentrated like this during missions. Looking deadly and calm, Leon Kennedy is your target now. Leon shouldn't have invited you to his apartment, but he was curious. Curious to see how further you could actually go.

How you would make him yours.

It could be enough, Leon thinks, his hand pushing your head down into his hard cock. He likes to watch you suffocate and how good your lips are around his dick, your mouth wet and slippery, perfect for him.

After falling into bed, exhausted, Leon confesses, his face hidden by his sweaty hair.

"This...could work."

You smirk back. You could work with that.

"Smoke on your skin to get those pretty eyes rolling

My thighs are apart for when you're ready to breathe in"

You don't call Leon the next day. Or the other. He calls you on Monday night after a full day of behaving like nothing happened during the weekend as if you two remained just good co-workers.

He comes by your house, and you imagine he will want to finish everything. It would be typical of Leon to get afraid if someone got too close. Leon would apologize and argue it was all a mistake. His kiss as soon as you open the door silences your internal doubts. Leon Kennedy is there, and he wants you.

You take him to your bedroom, clothes falling on the way, and you ignore the little emotion you have when he looks so vulnerable under your palms. You suck him again because Leon Kennedy asks for it. It seems someone has gotten addicted to your mouth. 

"So good. Fuck."

You let him moan and tremble in your bed. A bed that you often imagined you would, one day, have Leon for yourself, just for you. His moans fill up the room, and you suspect you will never be able to sleep again without thinking about it.

"Suck me up, I'm healing for the shit you're dealing

High motherfucker, get your mouth open, you know you're mine"

You are at his house now, almost two weeks since this started. Leon has you under him, back against the mattress, legs spread apart. You look a mess, and he loves it. His hands rub your chest, giving your nipple a good squeeze, focusing on moving his hips against you. The way you liked. Oh yeah, Leon Kennedy, in less than two freaking weeks, knows precisely where to hit.

"Shit." He groans, his mouth open with his eyes semi-closed.

He looks sinful. If there was ever some God of sex around or a demon, Leon would be one of his forms used to seduce people. And he is trembling, shaking, panting because of you.

"Leon."

You must remind him to bring himself back and stop teasing you. He looks at you, and his blue eyes darken.

"What do you want? What do you need? You gotta tell me."

Oh, Leon, you think smiling. Still naive about whom exactly was in control there. He forgets sometimes you are as trained as he is. Taking him by surprise, you shift positions, sitting on top of him. Leon's dick goes further inside you, making you both groan.

"You forget Leon, I don't have much patience."

You watch as Leon Kennedy simply collapses in front of your eyes. It had been like this every night you had been together, Leon's expression changing to pure bliss. You think it was nice seeing him like this as you gently grab his face.

"Come on, you know what to do by now."

Leon licks his lips, moaning your name. He raises his hips up with ease, starting to meet your thrusts. You smile, victorious. After you both cum, bodies trembling, you can feel Leon examining your face as his warm hand rubs your cheek gently.

"We could do this if you still want me."

It is adorable how unsure he is still with himself, although his dick was buried deep inside you. As if you hadn't been banging your brains like crazy those last two weeks. But it is the first time he has been truly open.

You lick your lips, whispering.

"I know you aren't mine yet, but..."

"I want to be."

You look into his eyes, looking for any trace of insecurity from Leon. There was none, just the heavy stare of his confession. Leon reminded you of a younger version of himself, one you saw in a picture, his big blue eyes anxious and his face watching you. You knew you were in danger territory now: Leon was letting you in. 

"We could do this" Your voice sounds vulnerable and different from earlier. More emotional "It will be slow. We will take our time. No rush."

"Yes."

Leon Kennedy opens a smile that has you hide your face on his neck. You want more, much more, but for now, this is enough.

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Since requests are open, can you write please some Leon x gn!reader fluff free angst? Also love ur writing, you're doing amazing job ❤️

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red herring | leon kennedy x reader

pairing: leon kennedy x gn!reader, leon kennedy x ada wong genre: angst, no spice, hurt no comfort we die like luis word count: 2k summary: you thought ada to be the red herring, when in reality, it was you. notes: hope this is what you had in mind! i wrote this in one day so i apologize for the quality 😭

🌀 read on ao3!

The helicopter’s rotor blades are slicing the air in an ear-deafening force of noise, the wind awakened in the wake slashing at your face, but Ada, and everything about her is unaffected. You had no idea how her saunter was graceful as a feline as usual, the click of her heels rhythmic and not at all imbalanced from having to walk against the heavy current of air. Among the maelstrom of noise, her voice is clear as a bell. “Ride’s here… You coming?”

Directed at Leon, of course. You, and Ashley watching over the scene, hidden somewhere, are not a part of this. These two were in their own world. 

“I think we both know this… is where—”

You cut Leon’s dramatic monologue off, fed up with everything. “You go with her.”

Leon glances at you, his piercing blue eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and concern. The chaos around you seems to fade into the background as he is unable to look away from how done with this you are. 

The helicopter's roaring engine makes it difficult to hear, but you can still make out the urgency in his voice. "What the hell are you talking about?" he shouts over the noise, his tone filled with a tinge of outraged worry.

You nod, your determination unyielding. "I got Ashley. Just go with her. We’ll meet at the rendezvous point before extraction comes, I’ll do my best to handle Hunnigan until then—”

“I can’t just leave my mission—”

“You’re not leaving your mission, just making a detour. Partners, remember? Have a little faith in me.” He begins to frown even harder, about to probably tell you how this isn’t about that, but you see how Ada is waiting. She could have left already, a woman with her own goals and agenda that doesn’t have anything to do with a lone American agent, but she waits patiently. That tells you more than her contradicting talk ever can. “Whatever this is, between you and her… Don’t put a lid on it and shove it in a box until the next mission you meet her on. Solve this, Leon. Have the greeting or the closure you want. Go."

Leon looks torn, his brows furrowing deeply as he weighs his options, gloomy as ever, but there’s a certain want there, and you see deep down, he wants to seize his chance, but as always, he’s his greatest enemy. The wind whips at his hair, disheveling it further, but his gaze remains on yours. It's as if the chaos around you has momentarily frozen, leaving only the two of you in this critical moment. Ada, standing near the helicopter, looks on unreadably, her enigmatic gaze fixed upon Leon.

You step closer to him, your voice resolute despite the chaos around you. "Leon, I've got this. Trust me. You need to go with her. This is your chance to find the answers you've been seeking, to confront the unresolved feelings between you."

He opens his mouth, seemingly ready to argue, but the weight of your words settles upon him, and he hesitates. The gusts of wind whip at your hair, as if urging him to make a decision. 

"Leon, we've been through so much together," you press on, your voice softening. "I've seen the way you look at her, the questions that linger in your mind. Don't let this opportunity slip away. Resolve it, whatever it may be. Leave Ashley to me. The hard part’s done already."

His features contort with conflicted emotions, his piercing blue eyes searching your face for any signs of doubt. You meet his gaze with unwavering determination, your belief in him shining through. 

Behind that lie the feelings you have for him, but those, you bury. Deep, deep down. They are unneeded. Shouldn’t have existed in the first place. 

With a heavy sigh, Leon finally relents, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and apprehension. "Alright, but promise me you'll be careful. We'll regroup as soon as possible."

You’re not disappointed. You’re not disappointed. You’re doing this for him. If you say it enough times, it’ll become the reality.

You nod, your determination unwavering. "I promise, Leon. Just make sure you get the answers you need."

Without another word, Leon turns towards Ada and strides purposefully towards her. The helicopter's powerful gusts buffet him, but he remains steadfast, his resolve burning bright. Ada's eyes meet his, a subtle understanding passing between them, their connection becomes palpable. It's as if time stands still for them, their shared history and unspoken emotions hanging heavily in the air. Ada's gaze softens, the shift is almost unnoticeable, and she reaches out a hand, offering him a lifeline into her world. There's a sense of bittersweetness as you witness this pivotal moment, knowing that you played a part in setting them free.

Leon pauses for a fleeting moment. He looks back, gaze finding yours once more, a silent message conveyed through. 

It doesn’t reach you. 

With that, Leon turns back to Ada, nodding at her. Without another word, they move together towards the helicopter, and she gracefully climbs aboard, the chopper's interior swallowing her form.

She only watches you as Leon also hops on, and suddenly, she’s yelling, “Here!” and an object is flying your way. Your reflexes help you catch it easily, and you’re looking at a plush bear chain with a key attached to it. “Better get a move on. This place will blow soon!”

You can’t even say, “It’ll what—?” before an explosion shakes the whole island, and you see Leon almost attempt to jump from the chopper ascending into the sky. 

You don’t wait to watch them disappear into the sunset in melancholy. You gotta get Ashley the hell out of here. 

She’s a marker. You almost miss the way Leon’s lips are a tinge redder, but the blossom on his neck is unavoidable, especially with the way he’s sprawling on the chair, head thrown back as he takes a shot from the bourbon. In the protection of the safe house, Ashley is sleeping in the next room, and you two have reunited at dead of night as Leon stealthily came back, not even one minute late. 

You point at your neck, tapping it a couple times, and his attention is diverted at where you’re showing, one eyebrow rising. “You got a little something here,” you say, chest constricting in a way you don’t like. 

“Ah,” he understands finally, hand covering it up almost unconsciously. “Shit.”

“Had a hell of a great time, huh?”

You don’t like the way he can’t even laugh at that. “An understatement.”

“So, how’d it go?”

Leon's eyes meet yours, his expression a mix of weariness and a hint of guilt, it turns somber as he considers your question, his gaze drifting off into the distance. He takes another sip of his bourbon, the liquid burning its way down his throat, momentarily distracting him.

"It's complicated," he finally responds, with a touch of resignation. He leans back in the chair, his body language betraying a certain, ancient exhaustion.

“When is it not, right?” You watch him closely, picking up on the conflicting emotions that flicker across his face. The lines of fatigue etched into his features tell a story of the shit he went through in Valdelobos, but he looks relatively better, Ada must have patched him up. 

"We made no progress," Leon continues, his voice slightly hoarse. "Still so many unanswered questions. Ada... she's as enigmatic as ever. It's like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. I can’t let go of my anger at her, and she enjoys that."

“Ohhh,” you huff from your nose, wanting to be amusing, trying to not let it slip how the way he talks about her is so magical when you know he is a man of few words. “Hatefucking, huh? I let you go so you could talk about your emotions for once and you come back with one more to your body count. I’m regretting this already.”

Leon's weary expression morphs into a mixture of surprise and amazement at your remark, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He chuckles softly, the sound filled with a blend of weariness and genuine amusement. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his face now sporting a lopsided grin. "Subtle as always," he chuckles, the tension in the room momentarily lifting.

"I thought maybe this time things would be different," he admits, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. "That I could finally understand her, or at least have some closure. But it's never that easy with her. She's a master of keeping her intentions to herself and herself only."

You lean forward, resting your chin on your hand, studying him intently. The bourbon in his glass has been reduced to a mere sip, the amber liquid reflecting the dim light of the room. Your voice is gentle as you speak, trying to understand the complexities of his emotions.

"And how do you feel about her?" you ask, your tone soft but probing. "Beyond the anger and frustration, is there something else?"

Leon's gaze lingers on the liquid for a moment before meeting yours once again. His expression holds a mixture of longing and resignation, as if grappling with an inner battle.

"I can't deny that there's a part of me that cares for her," he confesses, just admitting having left him frustrated. "Raccoon City’s left a mark on me, and so has she. I can’t get rid of her. But at the same time, I know that pursuing anything further with her is a dangerous path. She operates in shades of gray, and I can't afford to lose myself in that darkness. I would have followed her, no questions asked six years ago, but I’m not that me anymore."

A sigh manages to escape, your voice filled with a mix of concern and teasing. "Just promise me you'll be careful, Leon. Ada's a wildcard, I don't want to see you get hurt."

A flicker of gratitude passes through his eyes, and he nods. "I appreciate your concern, but remember, I've faced worse than Ada Wong." 

You smirk, a glimmer of pride shining through. "Leon Kennedy, caught in a web of mystery and seduction. Never a dull moment with you, huh?"

Leon's lips quirk into a half-smile, though the weariness still lingers in his eyes. "Never a dull moment indeed," he replies, a hint of wistfulness in his voice. "But you've always been there with me, through it all."

You give him a reassuring smile, your eyes reflecting the genuine care you have for him. "You don't have to thank me, Leon. We're partners, and that's what partners do. We watch each other's backs, no matter what."

In response, he reaches forward to cradle the back of your neck and pulls you into a singular kiss, you taste cherry lip gloss underneath the bourbon, and it reminds you the nature of your relationship with him. No name beyond the vague partners label, sharing platonic worries one second and a bed the other, and it’s comfortable. Convenient. A bond two agents who can’t commit exactly need. 

Too bad you had to ruin it by falling in love. 

As the kiss lingers, you can't help but feel a pang of regret. Regret for allowing yourself to harbor undeniable emotions for someone who cannot reciprocate those feelings in the same way. Regret for getting entangled in a web of emotions that threaten to unravel the delicate balance of your partnership.

But as quickly as it happened, he pulls away, a conflicted expression crossing his face. Maybe he’s comparing you to Ada — maybe he’s gone for it because he wanted to confirm something, who knows? His disappointment is palpable.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice laced with regret. "I shouldn't have done that. It's complicated enough as it is."

You try to mask the hurt that stings within you, the unspoken words hanging heavily in the air. You understand the boundaries, the reasons why you've kept your feelings buried deep down. But that doesn't make it any easier.

"It's okay, Leon," you manage to say, your voice steady despite the ache in your chest. "You know how it is between us. Let's not make it more complicated than it already is."

With a heavy sigh, you push aside your own emotions, burying them deep within. You've always been good at compartmentalizing, at setting aside personal desires for the sake of the greater good. 

(A red herring.)

We should get some rest," Leon finally murmurs, hand on his brow. "We have a long day ahead of us."

You nod in agreement, though your heart aches with unfulfilled longing. "Yeah, you're right. Rest sounds good."

“I’ll take the first watch.”

You leave him alone there, only looking back as you’re disappearing into your own room to see he’s playing with the little bear keychain Ada has left behind. 

(You are the red herring in their story.)