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She’s so pretty. I love her cute smile, her laugh, her glasses, how she picks at her nails when she’s focused. I would come out to my whole family for her. She don’t even like me like that, she likes another girl
I’m gonna die of boredom. I’ve tried sleeping, playing video games, reading, writing, sketching, doomscrolling, working on edits, talking to friends, making fake scenarios, listening to music, nothing is satisfying.
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Don't think the stripper likes you (part 11) - Come undone
[Rookie!Leon Kennedy x fem!Reader]
Warnings: nsfw, no outbreak au, age gap, older reader (early 30s), sw, drug use, running from the cops, the absolute sweetest smut of all time
part 10
Summary: *record scratch* yep, that's you. And Leon in some stranger's pool house at dawn. You're probably wondering how you ended up here.
a/n: I miss house parties like this. Enjoy xx
word count: 5k
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You pushed your civilian clothes into the locker and closed the door shut. Behind you, Zora was getting ready too. In her stripper heels she was so tall, you could both use the same mirror and you didn’t even have to move.
“You’ve been working crazy shifts lately,” she stated, leaning in a little closer to do her eyeliner.
You paused.
You had. Because you were scared you wouldn’t be able to work for much longer. And because you needed to keep trying to get a hold of the tapes. Secondly, you needed to keep an eye on the other dancers, to figure out which one of them was the wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Zora stopped what she was doing and watched you. “You’re picking up every shift there is. Why?”
“I owe somebody money,” you lied and shrugged.
Zora kept eyeing you. “See, I thought you were pregnant.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” you huffed, touching up your lipstick.
“Am I? Given how close you and that baby cop are. One might even say: madly in love?”
Before you could deny that defamatory statement, Helena slipped through the door,
“Do you want a line?” she asked, holding up a small baggy filled with cream coloured powder. “One of my regulars is buying.”
You shook your head. You were in enough trouble with the law as it was. You didn’t need to add possession of Class A narcotics to the list.
“What regular?” Zora asked, hands perfectly still as she drew the wing right above her lashline.
“One of the older guys,” Helena said a tad too sharply and started cutting lines on the table.“Why are you even in here?” she asked, looking at you over her shoulder. “You’re such a money grab lately.”
You let your lipstick sink down and shot her a dirty look through the mirror. “Put your nose in your baggy instead of my business,” you hissed.
“Calm down, jeez,” Helena said, snorting not one, but two lines before handing the coke straw to Zora. You watched the tall dancer snort the other line, ruling both her and Helena out from your manhunt.
As soon as you walked out on the floor, your skin began to itch. It was like your body was already getting ready to get arrested just in case.
“Have you seen Tony?” you asked Crystal over the bar.
She shook her head. “He’s not gonna show up any more regularly the more you ask about him. What do you want from him anyway?”
“Private stuff,” you whispered, gnawing on your fingernails.
Crystal's gaze trailed down your body. “The baby cop didn’t knock you up, did he?”
You groaned in annoyance. “Oh my god. Why does everybody think that?”
“I know you’re not using condoms.” Crystal raised an eyebrow at you. “He so kindly informed me after I caught you two fuckbirds in the private room.” She shuddered demonstratively. “I’m scarred for life you know. Had a nightmare about baby cop cum the other night.”
“Shut up,” you said, leaning against the bar, taking in the room to get an overview of potential clients.
“You seem agitated. Trouble in paradise?” Crystal asked, polishing glasses. Not that anybody ever noticed in the dim light of the club, but Crystal liked to do things right.
“No,” you replied, clipped, narrowing your eyes on two men across the room.
Crystal sighed. “Thank you for asking Crystal, I appreciate you taking an interest.”
You ignored her. Those two guys—you had never seen them in here before. Of course there were new clients all the time, like those college kids who had tried to stiff you but these two seemed a little out of place the way they had their heads drawn together, exchanging hushed words.
“They ordered drinks just now. I messed up one of their orders and they didn’t really seem to care,” Crystal murmured, pointing her chin at the same men you were eyeing. You checked the clock behind the bar.
“It’s a weird time for guys like that to be in here too. They’d usually be with the earlier ‘don’t tell my wife’ crowd. They’re too old and too sober for the party people.”
Crystal nodded and like you had jinxed it, one of them walked straight up to you.
He was handsome, mid forties maybe, well groomed, very fit for his age.
“Are you free?”
You wrinkled your forehead. Usually, the dancer approached the client. Unless they had taken an interest in a particular girl after a dance on the pole. But you hadn’t even been on the pole yet. You had just walked in from the dressing room.
“Sure, baby.” You smiled, running a hand over his unusually broad chest. You wrinkled your forehead. You had never felt a chest like that before. So hard an unyielding. And you had felt plenty of muscular chests up to this point. “It’s a hundred dollars a pop.”
He took out his wallet and your eyes traced every movement. People didn’t carry their wallets in here, they carried dollar bills. Shit tons of them in their pockets for easy access. Unless it was their first time. But he wasn’t nervous enough for this to be his first time.
You took the money from his grasp, winked at him and led him to one of the private rooms.
Setting the timer, starting your routine—it was all another day at the office for you. What was new was that you had never had such an unresponsive client before.
“Do you do any extras?” He asked out of the blue, as you got to the part of your routine where you were grinding on his lap. Why would he ask that? He wasn’t even hard.
“Absolutely not, big guy. You’re in the wrong club for that,” you replied.
“Why? Where would I need to go?” he kept pressing.
You narrowed your eyes, stopping in your movements. “Nowhere because that’s illegal.”
“Oh come on,” he said, dramatically. “You mean to tell me there’s no one in this club who will at least suck dick?”
“Tony,” you whispered. “Otherwise there’s no explanation why he’s never here.”
The timer was still going, so you turned around and ran your hands over his torso. He stiffened, barely noticeable, but he did. You ground your teeth. Just as you thought.
The timer went off. “See you again soon, baby,” you purred, blowing him a kiss and then getting the fuck out of there.
You rushed into the dancers’ room.
Helena and Zora were on their break, smoking and eating chips.
“I’d put the coke away if I were you. There’s an undercover cop on the floor. Bulletproof vest and everything.”
“Oh shit,” Zora said, frantically clearing everything off the table.
Helena laughed. “What? Are you serious?”
You hated the fucking rookie. “Yes, I’m serious I was grinding my ass on him just now,” you hissed, opening your locker and shrugging into the jacket of your pink velvet tracksuit. There was now way in hell you would risk getting caught up in any of that. You knew why he was here. You also knew by the time he continued his investigation, you would be long gone.
“What the hell even is an undercover cop doing here?” Zora asked, grabbing her stuff just as frantically. The only person who didn’t get a move on was god forsaken Helena.
Crystal burst into the dancers’ room. “Is this about you and the baby cop?”
You stilled.
“Is this why you’ve been asking about Tony every time you come in?”
“Yes,” you said, grabbing all your stuff. “I’m about to have a prostitution charge dumped on my ass. So if you excuse me, I’m gonna get the fuck outta here.”
Crystal drew in a sharp breath. “You know this could affect all of us. Not just you.”
“Right, save your breath for that fucking bitch who snitched because I know it was one of you,” you spat, throwing dirty looks at every single one of them—Zora, Crystal, Helena.
“Snitching on your own club is such a rookie mistake,” Zora huffed. “I don’t know anyone that dumb.”
“I do,” you said, gaze landing on Helena, who was coked off her head and shifting her weight from one side to the other, unable to stand still.
Your phone buzzed in your handbag, disrupting the thick silence that had stretched in the dancers’ room.
And again.
And again.
Crystal pointed at it, one eyebrow raised. You groaned in annoyance, fumbled for your phone and picked it up.
“Speaker,” Zora ordered. “No more secrets.”
“Fine,” you hissed, pressing the button.
“Hey baby,” Leon’s voice sounded from the other end. Crystal’s other eyebrow shot up as well at the pet name.
You gnawed on your lower lip. “Hey Leon, you’re on speaker.”
“Oh uh,” he hesitated.
“Ask her,” a Spanish accent cut in from the background.
Leon cleared his throat. “Uh, do you want to come to the frat party with us? We can come to the club and pick you up?”
“Not that you dipshit,” Luis interrupted.
“Can you shut up for a second?” Leon hissed, turned away from the speaker.
“The other strippers, Leon, ask her about the other strippers.”
You rubbed your forehead. “Leon, this really isn’t a good time. There’s a–”
Zora took the phone from your hands. “Frat party you say?”
“Who is this?” Leon asked, followed by a louder “Hey!”
“Is this a stripper?” Luis asked in a professional tone.
Zora chuckled. “Yes, in the flesh.”
“Perfecto, do you want to come to a frat party with two stallions in their early twenties?” You could hear his wink without even needing to see it.
“Oh my god,” Leon breathed in the background. You could also practically hear him burying his face in his hands, cringing.
“Okay, one of us is taken but I’m not, that’s the main thing,” he went on.
“How fast can you be here?” Zora asked.
“Uh, couple of minutes,” Luis said.
“Pick us up from the club. Don’t be late,” she said and ended the call.
You stared at her.
She clicked her fingers in front of your face. “Keep up. A bunch of horny twenty-one year olds with their daddy’s money and shit tons of fireball? No tip out? No house fee? God I swear, I’m the only person with a business mindset around here.”
“And Lola did screw us out of a full shift tonight,” Helena said, pursing her lips.
Zora crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Literally.”
The boys did show up on time. You were all piled into the car, you on Leon’s lap in the backseat.
“How was Guinevere’s heart ultrasound?” he whispered and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your neck. You leaned against his chest and smiled at him.
“No visible further increase in size,” you said.
“That’s great,” he pressed his forehead against yours.
“How was your day?” You cupped his cheek and closed your eyes, breathing in his scent. Ocean breeze fabric softener and Leon. Your favourite combination.
He shrugged. “I missed you.”
Helena gagged audibly. You shot her a dirty look.
Luis chuckled, dabbing off his cigarette through the car window. “This is what I live with. Just in case anybody wants to give me a pity lap dance.” He leaned over the middle console and his gaze landed on Crystal, Zora and Helena.
“Is this it?” Crystal asked as you approached a very nice looking house that was buzzing with loud music. The front door opened. A guy around Leon’s age ran out and threw up in the bushes.
“Yep,” all of you said in unison.
Walking out of the car and into the party, Luis up front, lined by two strippers and Crystal trailing behind you felt like celebrities. Leon’s hand found yours, as everybody stared at you, nearly dropping their solo cups. Why wouldn’t they? You were all in full stripper attire, including 8 inch heels. Especially Zora, who nearly measured 6’7” in heels drew a lot of attention.
The girls started hustling right away and before you could even so much as blink, Zora was giving lap dances to the varsity football team.
“Holy shit,” Leon breathed and looked past you. You followed his gaze. Crystal was pouring liquor down her tits right into a frat boy’s mouth who was latched onto her nipple like she was breastfeeding him. You chuckled. You hadn’t seen her do that in a long time.
You gently grasped Leon’a chin and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Do you want to do that some time?”
“Not with Crystal,” he murmured and captured your lips in a searing kiss. “And maybe lick it off something else.”
His words sent a wave of hot pleasure through your body. You had an idea what he would love to have in his mouth while you poured liquor down your body.
“You can work too, you know. Make a bag or however you say at the club.”
“I’d rather spend time with you,” you whispered, your stomach fluttering.
“I don’t mind,” he encouraged further, his hand coming to rest on your butt. “Quite the opposite.”
You leaned back a little and smirked. “What’s up with that anyway?”
A blush crept into his cheeks. You loved it when he blushed. It was so innocent, so vulnerable. When in fact, he wasn’t innocent at all.
“I enjoy thinking that all those guys would give everything to sleep with you. But I’m the only one who gets to do it. Only I know what it feels like when you cum on my cock, what you sound like. I’m the only one who knows what you taste like.”
You nodded. “That’s true. Because I’m yours.”
He whimpered, the blush in his cheeks intensifying. “Don’t say it like that, now I’m hard and we’re surrounded by people.”
You giggled. “I love how flustered you get.”
“Only for you,” he confessed and you pulled him in for another kiss.
“You’re not helping,” he whispered and pushed himself up against you, all hard and ready to go.
“I’ll go make some money. After all we’ll both be unemployed bums soon,” you concluded and peeled yourself off him. Stalking off in your heels, you shot a last look over your shoulder, smiling when you saw the obvious tent in his pants and the pink tint of the tips of his ears.
Poor rookie. You really were giving him a hard time. Sometimes literally.
It was surprisingly easy to get one of the frat boys to slip you a hundred dollar bill. They were all so desperate for it. Especially the ones who weren’t old enough to be let into the club yet.
Instead of dancing, Helena let people snort coke off various of her body parts. Her and the other coke heads were sitting in the corner, talking at each other. Not with, at. Nobody had any idea or interest in what the other was saying.
Somehow the rookie dancer produced another bag of coke. You watched her, wrinkling your forehead. That was a lot of coke to be treated to by a regular.
You pried your gaze away from her and tried to find Leon. You and him had made eye contact while you were dancing on other people a couple times throughout the night and you wanted to see that fiendishly horny look on his face one last time.
When you found him, he wasn’t looking at you like before. He was smiling at some girl. Auburn hair, cute face, soft cheeks. She was pretty. Very pretty. And Leon obviously knew her.
He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
You froze. You and him weren’t exclusive. Or you hadn’t talked about that rather. Not explicitly. Because you didn’t want that, right? It was better to keep things loose. Not tie each other down.
White hot rage crept into your chest. So because he wasn’t tied down, he was getting all cosy with another girl.
You weren’t jealous by any means. You just felt a little offended. It was a rude thing to do right in front of you, that’s all. But you weren’t jealous.
“Are you okay?” The guy on whose lap you were currently sitting tapped you on the shoulder.”
“No touching,” you hissed and jumped off him, leaving him to sit on the couch. He whined in protest but you couldn’t care less.
You stomped over to Leon and that girl.
Leon’s face lit up when he saw you. “Oh hey baby,” he said and reached out his hand to you. “That’s uh, Claire.”
Claire, first time, loss of virginity Claire.
“Hi,” she chimed and extended a hand toward you. “Nice to meet you.”
You opened your mouth and stilled. As you were standing in front of Claire, you realised you had stormed over in nothing but a fishnet stripper leotard and platform heels, fuelled by rage and because of a what? A nice looking woman who was thirteen years younger than you and had slept with your—yeah, what was Leon to you? You were keeping things loose right? Labels were overrated.
You cleared your throat and shook her hand. “Likewise.”
What even had been the plan here? Claw at her face? She was just some girl.
Your cheeks were burning as you realised how much it bothered you. Leon belonged to you. You didn’t want him to give anybody else kisses on the cheek.
“My boyfriend is building a bonfire outside,” Claire said and pointed over her shoulder. “We also have strawberry punch. Leon said you love strawberries. Do you want to come?”
Boyfriend? Leon told her you loved strawberries? Oh.
“Uh, sure,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around yourself. Oh god, this was o awkward. You really hoped Leon hadn’t noticed you almost making an idiot out of yourself.
Leon, smirked, took your hand and pulled you outside.
“Were you jealous in there?” he asked, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear.
“No,” you said, avoiding his gaze.
He chuckled. “You were. Don’t lie to me.” He pulled you against his chest. “I kinda liked it,” he whispered, gaze trailing down to your lips.
You closed the distance. He smiled into the kiss and you opened your mouth to him, as he softly pushed you back until your thighs hit a table. You let out a surprised gasp when he picked you up and set you on the surface, nudging your knees apart to stand in between your legs. You cupped his cheeks and pulled him closer to you.
No place like a house party to make out like teenagers.
Red and blue lights flashed behind your eyelids and your eyes flew open. Also no place like a house party to have the cops called on you. Again, like a teenager.
“Oh shit,” Leon cursed. “We better get the hell out of here.”
“Leon,” You clung to him. “I’m in eight inch platform heels.”
The fear of god was written all over your face.
Leon didn’t hesitate, he turned around and patted your thighs. “I’ll give you a piggy back ride and we’ll jump the next fence.”
You pushed yourself up and wrapped you arms around his neck and shoulders. The full teenage experience.
“Hold on tight,” he said and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You tightened your grip and Leon ran out the back of the yard.
You yelped as he cut a sharp corner and pushed you up a high fence, hands around your waist. “Jump over there.”
You climbed over the fence as best as you could with stripper heels, unfortunately seeing what you were getting yourself into way too late.
You yelped and fell into the water. Leon followed right after, as surprised as you were as he came up, spitting out water.
“What the fuck,” he said and swam over to you.
You giggled. He clamped his hand over your mouth, as he caught his breath and listened for the cop car driving past. You took in your surroundings. You were in the backyard of a fucking mansion. Big house, massive pool complete with a pool house on the other side.
Leon cupped your face. “Are you okay?”
“Wet but,” you looked at your feet treading water in your heels. “I’m okay.”
Leon’s arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you to him.
“We’re trespassing, officer,” you whispered catching his lower lip between your teeth playfully.
Leon leaned in to whisper in your ear, his hand moving lower and grabbing a handful of your ass. “I’m not an officer anymore,” he whispered and played with the tie on your back that held your top in place.
You smirked. “Are you putting me up to commit public indecency?”
Your lips ghosted over his. Leon smiled and pulled the string loose. Your top slid right off. He threw the wet fabric onto the tiles and pulled you up so you’d wrap your legs around his waist, pressed up against the side of the pool. “I don’t think anyone’s home, so…”
You gasped in fake shock. “That’s so scandalous, officer,” you purred, rubbing up against his crotch.
He moaned softly and kissed you. “I don’t have my handcuffs anymore, otherwise I should probably take a naughty little thing like you in.”
You bit your lip, your eyes finding his. “Do you think they left the door to the pool house open?”
The thrill of doing it in a stranger’s backyard made your entire body tingle with anticipation. You hadn’t done anything like this since your early twenties. You felt like a kid without a worry in the world.
Leon, unemployed and horny seemed to be very susceptible to the idea.
“Only one way to find out,” he said, pushing out of the pool and helping you up, not without giving your tits a gentle squeeze as he did.
“Oh yeah, you should absolutely be in jail,” he whispered hoarsely, mesmerised by how your soft flesh squished out between his fingers.
He bent down to take one in his mouth, but you reminded him of the pool house.
The door was locked.
“Ah man,” you whined. “I would have been so down for that.”
“Are you wearing bobby pins?” Leon asked, undeterred.
“Uh, yeah,” you replied and pulled one of them out from your tangled wet hair.
Leon took it from you, pried it apart and broke it in half. You wrinkles your forehead at how experienced that looked.
He crouched down in front of the lock and pushed both ends in.
“Leon, that works in the movies but—“
Leon pressed his ear against the door, listening for a telltale click. The door swung open within seconds.
You stared at him. “Why do you know how to open doors with bobby pins?”
He smiled, sheepishly, wet strands of hair clinging to his face. “Remember our first date, when you asked me if my parents were cops?”
You nodded, gaze flicking to the lock in the door.
“They weren’t,” he murmured. “More like the opposite.”
What the fuck. How did he hide this from you with his clean cut exterior?
“And a five year old can do this. I mean, I learned this when I was five years old.”
You stared at him, a jolt of pleasure pulsing in your lower abdomen. Him picking the lock was so hot. So competent, so skilled.
“Do you see me in a different light now?” He asked and stood up.
You nodded again, gaze flicking to his full, glistening lips.
“Do you think less of me?” He asked, nervously.
You crashed your lips to his and he let out a surprised sound. You stumbled into the pool house.
It was a nice pool house. Generous layout, lounge chairs, sun bed cushions, a mini bar—but Leon was nicer. Especially as he rid you of your remaining wet stripper attire and fell to his knees to loosen the straps around your ankles.
He kissed the inside of your ankle, looking up at you in pure devotion, as he helped you out of your heels.
“So you do have a thing for feet,” you said, a playful grin tugging at your lips as he came back up, running his hand along the inside of your leg.
“I really don’t” he whispered against your lips and his fingers came to rest at the apex of your thigh. “But it’s hard to find a thing about you that isn’t kissable.”
You groaned into the kiss as he brushed over your folds as if he needed to ask for entry.
You slung your arms around his neck, bracing yourself for what he was about to do to you.
His thumb expertly found your clit, caressing it, while his other fingers spread you open.
He lowered you down on a bunch of sunbed cushions that were scattered on the floor and you felt like he was bedding you on roses.
His fingers slipped in and out of you, your slick juices causing sounds that would make anyone who listened blush. Soft moans of pleasure fell from your lips and Leon watched you the entire time as if he was scared he would miss his favourite thing if he so much as blinked.
You pulled him into a deep kiss. “Please Leon, I need you inside me,” you whispered, opening your legs wider to invite him in.
He gently cupped your face and positioned himself, his thick cock lining up with your entrance. He was about to introduce you to pleasure unknown to man, you knew it.
The way he looked at you all mesmerised and—lovesick. You never wanted it to end. It was like everything was happening in slow motion, so you could take in all the details, every freckle dusted onto the bridge of his nose, his perfect, straight nose and every wrinkle forming on his face as he spread your juices over the head of his cock. You smiled at him and he kissed you, so sweetly, you wanted to melt. He tasted like honey on the tip of your tongue.
He pushed in without warning and your lips fell open in a soft gasp. Leon stared at you, full lips slightly agape too.
“I know you hate when I say this, but you’re so god damn beautiful,” he whispered, breathlessly and pulled out nearly all the way before pushing back into you to the hilt, slowly, like he had all the time in the world to make you feel good.
Your fingers threaded through his hair and your eyes didn’t leave his, as he thrust into you again, deep, deliberate and your breath caught in the back of your throat.
Why did this feel like losing your virginity to him?
You mewled at the realisation, gripping him tighter. He thrust into you again and tears welled up in your eyes.
It felt like your first time because you had never felt like this before. With anyone. So full of him, physically and emotionally.
Leon whimpered in your ear as your inner walls squeezed him and it was the sweetest sound. He sounded so entirely enchanted by you, as he pushed in again all the way as if he couldn’t help himself but to go deeper.
You pressed your forehead to his, both of you sharing breath and you closed your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, making sure he knew you weren’t letting him go.
The tears threatened to spill out and you drew your brows together in helpless pleasure. “Leon,” you whimpered.
“I know, baby,” he breathed, thrusting into you over and over again, until you were a breathy, moaning mess underneath him, clawing at his shoulders, trying to hold on to something, to him, ground yourself as your soul merged with his.
The pleasure in your abdomen coiled tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment. Leon held you so tightly, it was like he wanted to make sure you knew nothing would ever be able to touch you as long as you were with him.
He flipped you over and propped himself up on one elbow, the other arm wrapped around your back, pressing you impossibly closer to him as if he wanted your bodies to become one. Your hands came to rest on his chest and you rolled your hips against him, your clit rubbing deliciously over the hard muscles beneath his skin.
You buried your face in his hair, breathing heavily as he met every single one of your thrusts.
He closed his lips around your nipple, moaning against your skin and you clenched down on him again, a soft cry of pleasure echoing through the pool house.
Leon was barely able to hold it together, panting, whimpering and pushing his forehead against your chest. “I need you to come with me, please baby. I want to do this with you.”
Your inner walls fluttered around him and your muscles went tight, fingernails scratching over his broad shoulders as a loud moan fell from your open mouth. Leon slammed into you again with a tortured sound, looking up at you, watching you as your orgasm came within reach.
Your eyes locked with his. You had never experienced pleasure like this. With anyone. His grip around your waist tightened and you fell over the cliff, diving right into all consuming ecstasy. But it was so much more than that. The thought of him coming inside you, filling you up with his seed made you cry out in pure bliss.
Your inner walls gripped him tightly and you wondered what it must feel like for him. Was it as intense, as life-altering for him too?
Leon was a panting, moaning mess beneath you. His hands were desperately holding on to you as your pussy pulsed around him. Somewhere amidst the crescendo of both of your moans, he slipped off his elbow, both of you sinking down on the sunbed padding.
You rode out your orgasm, hips snapping into his, hands pushed into his chest. Your head fell back and you kept going until all you were left with were breathy whimpers from the both of you.
Leon's hand came up to caress your cheek, brushing off the wet strands of hair clinging to your face and you knew, from the way he looked at you, you were everything.
For the first time, you didn’t run from it. You allowed yourself to be seen and crashed your lips to his both of you sacrificing your breath for a little longer.
You were lying on your side, Leon behind you, his arm wrapped around your midsection, pulling your back flush against his chest.
"Don't fall asleep," he murmured, "We can't be caught butt naked in some stranger's pool house."
You giggled. "No chance, I have to be home in a few hours to feed the guinea pigs."
"Caramelo will riot," he said, but his heart started beating hard enough that you could feel it against your back. "Can I ask you something?"
Your heart followed suit. "Sure. What is it?" you replied, casually, desperately trying to hide the shakiness in your voice.
“Are you my girlfriend?” he whispered, barely audible.
You froze. You remembered the second time he had come to the club, all rookie cop and nervous.
I don't have a girlfriend. Never had one.
“Am I? A real girlfriend?” You turned in his grasp, his face inches from yours.
He leaned back a little. His gaze wandered over your face, taking it all in. He nodded. “Yes.”
What's a real girlfriend to you?
Someone I love.
“Are you my real boyfriend?” You were barely able to get the words out.
Leon’s throat bobbed. “I don't know. Am I?”
You rested your forehead against his, your heart not calming one bit, warmth spreading through your entire body.
“Yes,” you whispered and closed the distance between you.
Can you make a wlw fic where Grace saves the reader while saving Emily? The reader is smitten with her. They fall in love
Fated || Grace Ashcroft x Fem!Reader ||
Summary : You get kidnapped by Victor and put in the same room as emily. Grace saves you both from there and your connection grows stronger as the time goes by.... Maybe you're falling in love with this girl?
Warning : mentions of death, blood, gun shooting, trama talk, zombies and just fluff and grace and reader falling in love with each other.
Also on ao3
“All done. Now I'm going straight home and sleeepp!” you say to yourself excitingly as you turn your monitor off and get your reports to the hr of your department. You knock on their door.
“May I come in, sir?” You ask.
“Come in.” They answer as you go in.
“These are the reports you wanted. Four dead bodies are believed to be done by the same killer because of the brutality of these murders and a common connection of being the survivors of raccoon city. The families of these bodies have been informed and they will soon be held for questioning. The reports described them in full detail.” You explain.
“Okay. Very well done. But we have to move this case to the FBI. This case is getting way too dangerous. “ they say as you nod to that. “It's not like we can't solve it but more like it's getting to something darker and we aren't supposed to be having this case at all.”
“I understand sir.” You say.
“Don't worry. They may ask for you because of all the work you have done. I always told you. You're supposed to be in an upper position anyway.” They say with a smile.
“Thanks a lot. I'm happy to know you appreciate my work.” You say with a little smile on your face.
“Be safe on your way home, [reader]. You see these murders are brutal also since we are still having the case for maybe a week or two before it moves to the FBI, we should be just careful.”
“Understood sir.” You say.
“Okay then. You're dismissed.” You nod and leave.
After all the hustle and work and what not. All the bloody sites you had to visit and gather evidence. You just need a break. Even if it meant 6 hours to yourself. You can finally rest. Or so you thought. On your way back you see a figure standing right outside the building you live in. From afar it's not clear and looks normal but as you got closer you noticed that whatever it was, it was looking at you. You get your gun out of your bag and reload it just in case.
‘Fuck it's creepy.’ you thought.
You move closer and you see it. The familiar fabric you have found on a site in a body's hand. The street lights help you realise that the fabric is the same color, same material. Maybe just no blood.
‘Fuck it.’ You think as you go straight to the figure and point your gun to its back.
“hand's up!” You say as the man in front of your groans. “Show yourself or I shoot right in your head and through your brains.”
“Who did we get here? The lead investigator for all the murders happening around.” The man turns around while saying. You realize this is not a… human. God, you're not trained to fight these things. Playing cool is all that's left.
“Who are you? I don't think I have seen anyone at this late hour. Bet you have a really important task to do.” you say steadying your grip on your gun while looking at him.
“I have to admit your bravery, miss [last name]. But I think we both know what I'm here for. Give me the investigation files and I will leave.” He says as he gives you the most chilling smile that gave you the creeps but you don't show it of course. You can't show the enemy your fear. It will just work against you. And now you're very thankful that you left all the papers in your office.
“Well bad for ya. I don't have ‘em. Now let's get your creepy ass to the station.” You say as you shoot on his leg but he moves fast enough to avoid the bullet and grabs you.
“You think you can just shoot and get away?” He says grabbing your neck and choking you. “you are coming with me, miss. No escaping until I get what I asked for.” He says. After that you don't remember anything. You just blacked out.
“Fuck.” You curse as you open your eyes in a room. You see books and some toys around. You frown.
“Um hi?” A little voice says as you get up and look around to see a girl.
“Uhh hey.” You say as you take in everything. The girl was sitting in a bed while you were on the ground. She was reading a book. Book written in Braille.
‘She's blind' you thought.
“May I know who you are? The only thing I know is Dr. Carrying you here and putting you on the floor a few moments earlier.” The girl speaks.
“Uhh yeah.” You give your name and tell her that you work for the government police. “And you?” You ask.
“I'm Emily! I have been living in this room for as long as I can remember. Sometimes some nurses come in and force us to take some kind of pills that taste like chalk.” She says. You chuckle.
“Well Emily, all pills do taste like chalk. Some are tasty tho.” You say as Emily closes her book and gets out of her bed to find you.
“Really?” She reaches her hand out and touches your face.
“Yeah. So Emily sweetheart. Do you have any idea about how to get out of here?” You say as you take her little hands in your hands.
“No but there was this woman that came in a few moments earlier. Maybe she knows something.” Emily says as you wonder who this mystery woman might be. You look around a bit more to realise that on the other side of the glass there's some paper scattered around. You spot one near and try to read.
“Eliminating the girl?” You mutter but unfortunately you can't read more. But you can see the name “Dr. Victor Gideon?” You say as you try to connect the dots. “So I have been kidnapped by a mad scientist of some sorts that experiments on kids.” You mutter and look at Emily organizing her books and toys. “And well let's say it's those crazy bitches like the raccoon city ones…the 4 victims..the girl…fuck that's way darker then I thought it would be.” You move to Emily and sit next to her. You have heard about the raccoon city incident of course. It was a very talked one in your station. Especially after these victims' deaths.
You hear footsteps outside so you turn to look outside the glass. There's a short blonde woman outside looking at you two. Covered in blood stains. She looks so scared. So precious. She then hesitated but opened the door.
“H-hi” she greets.
“Um hi?” You say as you stand up and look at her. She's not looking at you. She's looking at everything but you. Her bottom lips are shaking as she tries to speak.
“I-I'm Grace. Grace Ashcroft. FBI.” She says.
“FBI? You're here to investigate the murder relating to 4 bodies or something about eliminating ‘the girl’?” you ask.
“It's 5 now but no. I was kidnapped and brought here.” She answers. Oh God she's cute with that tint of blush on her cheek. Okay what if it's blood-
“How long was I out for? Another murder took place and the FBI is already working on this case?” You ask and shake your head.
“Oh so you're the one that went missing before the case was handed out to the FBI!” Grace says as you sigh. You look at the glint in her eyes upon knowing you. You feel something you haven't quite felt in your life. You smile a little.
“This is…” you move your eyes to Emily as she hugs your legs and introduces herself.
“I'm Emily!” She says. You smile and ruffle her hair.
Grace kneels down at Emily's height. “Emily, I need your help. We should probably move fast.” She says as she looks at you and Emily.
“Okay I can help.” Emily says.
“Okay then. Let's move.” You say. Grace takes Emily.
“Here, take this gun.” Grace gives you a gun as you take it to check everything.
“Okay good then.” You say as you smile at her. You swear she's blushing but well let's be honest maybe you're blushing more then her.
“Fuck.” You say as you shoot the monster who's holding Grace's leg. The elevator is going to fall any moment. You drop the gun and take Grace's hand and pull her. “C'mon!” You pull her towards you harder as the elevator falls. Blood splashes in your face as you feel grace holding your hand tighter. “Grace!” You shout.
You look at her leg that is safe. You sigh. Grace sniffs and gets up still sobbing. You waste no time and hug her. You bury your face on her neck. Hugging her tighter as the moments go by.
“I'm a-alright.” She says sobbing.
“I know. I know. I just…” you couldn't finish and hold her closer. Just what? Just checking if she's really alright? Just making sure she's safe? Just making sure she's breathing? Just making sure… you didn't lose her? Anyways. You hear Emily laughing.
“What?” You ask.
“If I didn't know better I would have thought you guys were couples.” She says giggling.
“Do we look like couples to you?” You ask but earn a smack on your back from grace.
“Well does it look like I can see?” Emily says smiling. “But I can hear, smell and feel.” She giggles. “Anyways, grace I kept it safe for you.” She says showing grace the Star Quartz that's needed.
“Thank you.” Grace says. Emily then touches your hand and hugs both of you.
“Alright kiddo.” You say Chuckling. You look at Emily then at grace. God if you could just stop the moment right there and stay like this for the rest of your lives… okay maybe in another setting because sitting in a hallway where there's a 50/50 chance of a zombie coming to eat you doesn't sound quite right.
“Okay let's keep moving.” Grace says. You get up and take Grace's hand.
“Yeah, let's keep moving.” you say. You help Grace stand up. She holds the quarts and proceeds to the puzzle.
“Okay so what do we do? That old man's out.” You ask grace as she shushes you.
“Shh, we don't know anything about this place. Leon can help us. And he doesn't seem like someone who would betray us. Also look at him just sleeping. He trusts us. We should too.” Grace says looking at you while explaining a hundred reasons why you should trust Leon. I mean he's from the DSO. You do trust him.
“Wait grace the black veins on him are… growing.” you say as you move closer to him and gasp to how much it has spread. “Fuck” you curse. “They look familiar.” You say looking closely.
“Yeah you're right.” As soon as Grace said that Leon starts coughing. “Leon! You're alright?” She says as she helps him get up.
“Yeah don't worry.” Leon says. “How long was I out?”
“Maybe 2 to 3 business days.” You mutter but hiss when you feel grace pinching your forearm. “Okay sorry.” You say with a pout. Leon smiles.
“Sorry she's joking. It's p-probably been a w-while. ” Grace says as she glares at you while you rub your forearm and look at her like a puppy kicked by her owner.
“It's alright.” Leon says.
“Those marks…” Grace points out as Leon looks at her.
“It's T-virus. Stage Three infection.” Leon answers.
“T-virus. Every raccoon city survivor suffers from the same virus that they carried when escaping the infected city. Some died due to this and some still carry the weight.” You say as Leon looks at you and nods slowly.
“I-if you're s-so sick then w-why would you come h-here?” Grace asks. Leon looks around.
“Raccoon city. This is where it all began for me. When it all happened I couldn't… I couldn't make a difference. That's why I'm here now.” Leon says making you feel sad for him. How long has this man carried the weight on his shoulder all alone?
“B-but we can't stop zeno.” Grace says.
“He said something about you knowing a password.what was he talking about?” Leon says.
“I-i don't know a-anything. I'm sorry.” Grace says. Leon tries to get up.
“Here.” You say as you help Leon stand up.
"I'm going back. I'm going to destroy elpis.” Leon says as he moves forward.
“Wait, we are coming with you.” You say. Leon turns around.
“No you're not.” Leon moves again.
“I don't want any more regrets. Whatever it takes, count us in.” Grace says, making Leon stop on his track and look at both of you.
“if anything happens to me… you promise you guys will end this.” Leon says.
“Yeah we promise.” Grace says, looking at you as you give her a small smile and a reassuring nod.
“Okay let's move.” Leon says.
“Look!” Grace says as she points at the opening. “Can you give me a boost?” She asks Leon.
“Why not?” He says as he bents a little and helps grace.
“You coming?” Grace asks you.
“It's alright. I know you can do it.” You tell her as she nods and goes inside. After a few moments you look at the man in front of you and sigh.
“So what do you think grace is gonna find there?” you ask Leon as you both wait for something to happen.
“You could have gone with her.” He says.
“Well she can handle herself plus old man I'm afraid your back has had enough looking at the way it's shrimping.” You say. Leon chuckles.
“Yeah you're probably right.” Leon says.
“I mean I'm not old but damn my back hurts. I had to buy a new chair in my office just to be comfy and make the work bearable for me and my back. So I can't imagine what your back has been through.” You say and sigh. Leon smiles.
“Well kiddo after getting out of here I will show you a salon. They give good massages.” He says.
“That would be a life changer.” you say.
“So you like grace?” Leon asks, making you choke on your own saliva.
“L-like w-who? G-grace? No, you're imagining i-it.” You bite your lips and look away. Avoiding Leon's teasing look.
“C'mon kid. If I survive I can set you guys up on a date or something.” He says smirking.
“Oh then you have to survive. If you do then I'm gonna tell you an embarrassing story I have that happened on my first day at work.” You say looking at him now.
“We got a deal then.” Leon says smiling.
“C'mon Leon you're not dying. We got a deal!” You say as you try to wake Leon up.
“Enter the password, grace.” Zeno said as he looked at Grace and gave her space to type the password. Grace looks at Leon then you.
“I will if you let them both go.” Grace demands as Zeno laughs.
“Sure. Why not.” Zeno says.
You reassure her through your eyes as grace moves forward and types out the password. The elpis reveals as she takes one.
“[reader] Elpis isn't what we think it is-” she gets pushed aside by Zeno as he takes one.
“Now Mr.Kennedy. you are one of the surviving people that will witness my ultimate true power.” Zeno says as he injects it on his neck. “Wait what's happening?” Zeno turns around and sees Victor. Who now looks more monstrous than before. “Do you know how much time and money I have wasted on this?”
“Don't you see the genius? With elpis, every virus-based weapon is useless! The world order would be thrown into chaos.” Victor says. You look at the elpis at Grace's hand then at her. She looks at you. Both feel relief.
“We wanted a weapon.” Zeno says.
“Instead, Spencer gave us anarchy. I will carry his torch and bring his vision to life.” Victor says.
“You? You and Spencer were a means to an end!” Zeno says angrily.
“Yet he outwitted you all.” Victor says calmly.
“Spencer defied us and paid the price with his life. He was nothing!” Zeno tells Victor as his anger grows.
“YOU are nothing but an IMITATION!” Victor tells Zeno which looks like it affects Zeno a bit.
“You’re done! The connections is done with you!” Zeno says but Victor groans and kills Zeno in front of you both.
“God gracious.” You say.
“Your ignorance is staggering.” Victor attacks grace.
“Grace. Agh.” You wince in pain while grace moves to Leon.
“Leon, it's a cure.” She injects the elpis in Leon's arm as you see the virus vanishing.
“C'mon Leon, wake up. It's working.” you say as Leon gets up slowly with Grace's help.
“Okay I will meet you guys later.” You say to the officer as you move to where Grace and Leon were. “Hey. Everyone alright?” you ask.
“Yeah, what about you?” Leon asks.
“What does it look like?” you show Leon your aided shoulder and smile.
“Take rest, girls. Meet you guys later.” Leon says as he winks at Grace then looks at you with a smirk and leaves.
“Him and his corny ass.” You as you hear Grace giggle.
“Emily is safe.” Grace says. “There's a chance she's alive, [reader].” She says as you look at her to hear the relief and the excitement in her voice.
“That's nice.” You say look away out of shyness.
It's been a while now. Emily got her eye surgery and everything is going good. You're just working much more than before. Busier than before.
"Hey Leon!” Grace greets Leon. “Emily's great.” Grace talks with Leon for a while then she hears her boss calling.
“Grace, get me the reports now. And there's an important person I need you to meet.” Mr. Dempsy says.
“Yeah wait Leon I will call you later. Bye.” Grace cuts the call as she takes the files as goes to her boss's office. “May I come in?” She asks.
“Come in.” Mr. Dempsy says. “Meet Miss [last name]. She's our new Supervisory Special Agent. And meet Miss Ashcroft. She’s our best intelligence analyst.” He introduces you as you look at grace and smile.
“Hi miss Ashcroft. I'm [reader].” You say and you forward your hand for a handshake.
“H-hi I'm Grace.” She shakes your hand and smiles.
“Okay then get to know each other a bit. We would be working together moving forward. Grace, introduce everyone to her.” He orders grace as she nods.
“Y-yes sir.” she then takes you out of the office and stares at you. “Wow SSA? That's great for you ma'am.” She says making you blush.
“Yeah how are you? Been a few months since we have seen each other.” You look at her with a smile.
“Yeah, doing great. Emily's also fine. Though she misses you sometimes. You didn't give your number, you see.” she says. You bit your tongue.
“Sorry I forgot! I'm so sorry.” you say as you get your phone out and give her your number. “Wanna get some coffee after work? “ you ask Grace. Grace looks at you.
“Finally asking me out?” She says with a tiny blush that you're sure it is not blood but her blushing.
“I mean. Why not? Coffee then maybe an apartment then decorating Emily's room, buying toys for her. She also likes to read books. Maybe a library in the house. Money's not a problem you see.” you list things. Suddenly Grace comes close and kisses you on the cheek.
“Yeah, it sounds nice.” Grace says as you turn into a red tomato.
“Yeah yeah it does.” You as you shyly look away making Grace giggle.
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