#monster!leon

For once, you wake up before Leon. He’s facing away from you so you snuggle into his back, arms reaching around to hug him. It’s not long before he stirs, shifting until he can lay on his back to pull you onto his chest. 

“Morning,” his sleep filled rumble makes your brain hum pleasantly. 

“Morning,” you smile. 

Leaning forward, you kiss him softly, relaxing against him with a sigh. He nips your bottom lip and you moan, licking into his mouth, tongue grazing against his sharpening teeth.

Raising up until you’re sitting on his stomach, you grind your panty clad pussy along his abs, slick already leaking through. Groaning , he watches with heavy lidded eyes, his sharp nail tipped fingers gripping your hips. 

Arching your hips up, you nod down to your thighs, “Take’em off.”

His nails catch the band of your panties and he tugs them off, tossing them into the floor. You settle down on his stomach and he hisses, feeling your slick pussy lips press against his skin. 

“So wet already,” he murmurs. 

You grin, “Not complaining, are you?”

“Never,” his eyes flutter when you reach back to rub the bulge in his boxers. 

“Off, please,” you sing song.

His hands slip behind you and he shuffles in place until he’s able to slide off his boxers. He grabs onto your hips again and you shift back, hand reaching for his cock, pressing it down against his pelvis so you can sandwich it between your cunt lips. 

“Fuck,” his head falls back against the pillow. 

Biting your lip, you grind back and forth against his dick, fat clit rubbing against his blood hot skin, making you whine. You keep it a slow pace until he’s leaking so much precum the apex of your thighs is sticky. 

“Let us breed you,” he whimpers, black veins crawling up his neck towards his jaw. 

“Nope,” you pop the p with a little grin. “Wanna watch you cum like this.”

“O-okay,” he groans, dark eyes locked onto where his cock drags against your pussy in a slow sticky slide. 

The sight must really work him up because it only takes a few more pointed ruts of your hips until he’s coating your cunt with his thick spend. He cums so much it pools in his belly button and spills over his stomach onto the sheets below. 

“You’re so hot,” you whine, shifting until your cunt rests on his twitching abs. 

You rock your hips against his stomach, smearing slick and cum all over you both. 

“That’s it, take what you want,” he groans. 

Mewling, you reach down to spread your pussy open, allowing you to grind your swollen bundle of nerves along his muscles. The pearlescent sheen of his cum draws your attention, smearing it all around with every roll of your hips. 

“My messy mate,” he croons at you, mouth cracking at the edges like shattered porcelain as more of the other bleeds through. 

“Feels so good,” you pant, thick strands of creamy slick gluing your cunt to his stomach. 

He scoops up a glob of cum and rubs it into your clit. It’s enough to push you over the edge and your orgasm washes over you, snapping that thread of tension in your core. You buck and writhe against him, riding out your climax until the overstimulation makes you pull away. 

Flopping down onto your side next to Leon, you press a kiss to his bicep.

He angles his head to look over at you, “Wanna grab a shower?”

“And how,” you laugh. “Just give me a minute to bask.”

Leon sits there giggling like a loon at his phone before his night shine eyes flick over to you. 

“What?” 

You can’t, nor do you want to, stop the smile breaking out across your face as he gestures for you to look at his screen. As you get closer, you see the double jointed hands and a hint of skull around his jawline. You hope one day he’ll understand that you really don’t care how monstrous he looks. 

“Chris sent this to me,” he laughs harder as you take the phone away. 

A huff of laughter escapes as you read the text. 

“Was he referring to you or himself?”

“Oh, me, definitely,” he sighs, taking his phone back before locking it and sliding it into his pocket, “he’s too much of a goody two shoes to do anything to humans.”

“Aren’t I the lucky one,” you roll your eyes before a shout’s wrenched from you when Leon’s hands snag around your waist and pull you down into his lap.

“You are, aren’t you?” He coos, all sugary sweet even as his teeth sharpen in front of you. “So lucky to have me, little mate.”

Leaning forward, he kisses you, softly at first before his tongue licks into your mouth greedily. He rears back suddenly and you stiffen with nerves. 

“Did you drink hot chocolate without me?” His oddly colored eyes level at you in accusation. 

You suck on your teeth and smile awkwardly. 

“Yes?”

He growls and nips at your neck before sinking his sharp teeth into the meat of your shoulder. 

“Fuck!” You hiss out, squirming in his lap with slick filling your panties—pussy pavloved into getting wet at the first hint of teeth. 

“Naughty girl,” he croons, tongue lapping at the bloody marks. “Now, I get to punish you.”

“It’s only h-hot chocolate, Leon,” you gasp out, hips rocking down on his bulge. 

“I know,” he pouts, “but I wanted some. You were supposed to tell me.”

“You were busy,” another gasp pulled from your throat as he roughly sucks on the bite mark he left. “P-promise to tell you next time.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure of that,” he laughs wickedly, claws digging into your skin through your shirt. 

Standing up, he lifts you easily, monstrous traits bleeding over his human ones. His horns protrude while his tail whips around to slap across your ass, making you squeal. Entering his room, he splays you out across his bed and shreds the clothes off your body. 

“Leon, I really liked those,” you gripe, eyeing the jeans in tatters on the floor. 

“Whoops,” he smirks. “Guess I got a little carried away.”

His body towers over yours when he joins you on the bed, after—you note sourly—he takes his own clothes off and sets them aside. 

“Gonna stuff both your little holes tonight,” he murmurs, eyes glittering in the low light of the room. 

Keening, you arch your body off the mattress, enticing Leon to grip your ass and pull you down until you’re draped over the tops of his thighs. 

“Can smell how wet you are, little mate,” he rumbles, face slowly morphing into a skull. “Gonna breed you nice and deep, like you deserve.”

“Please, Leon,” you reach out to grab onto his forearms. “Want you so bad.”

“Roll over,” he directs, hands helping you flip over on your tummy. “Think you’re ready?”

You moan and arch your back, “Yes, you’ve been fucking me in the ass for weeks. I’m ready.”

“It’s going to be a lot,” he muses. “But if it’s what the lady wants.”

His lilting voice trails off and you feel wetness dribble across your rim. Mewling, your fingers grip the sheets as he smears lube across your asshole and slides in two fingers to the knuckle. 

“Yeah, you can take it, can’t you, little mate?”

His low voice makes you clench down on his fingers as he scissors open your ass. Slipping in a third finger makes you groan and clench, pussy dripping slick all over the bed. 

“I think that’s enough. You like it a little rough,” he teases, free hand slapping across your cheeks as he fingers your ass. 

Moaning, you miss his fingers as soon as he pulls them out, hole twitching under the digits when he smears more lube across your rim. You both gasp out when he notches one of his cocks at your pussy while the other brushes your asshole. 

“At the same time?” You whine, toes curling. 

“How else?” He snickers, tail slithering between your thighs to pet across your clit. 

Eyes rolling back at the featherlight sensation, you relax enough for him to press each head past the openings of your holes. A guttural sound is pulled from deep in your chest as Leon works each cock into your body. Inch by inch he sinks until his pelvis is flush with your ass. 

“So tight,” his voice sounds strained and disjointed. “Taking me like such a good girl.”

Pussy rippling and pulsing around one cock while your ass clenches and squeezes around the other, Leon doesn’t move to give you a little bit of time to adjust to the simultaneous stretch. 

“Full, so full,” you slur out, “fuck, s’too much, can’t—can’t take it, Leon.”

“Aww, yes you can,” his tail swirls and circles your clit sending electric shocks of pleasure through your cunt.

“Nooo, I can’t,” you mewl, holes greedily clamping down on his dicks. 

“But your sweet pussy is telling me she needs it, just as bad as your cute little asshole,” he simpers mockingly. “I’m just giving them what they want.”

A keening moan makes its way past your lips when he slowly pulls out and rocks back in, the wet sounds between your bodies loud in his room. 

You lose complete track of time; the only thing you’re aware of is the give and take of his cocks in your cunt and ass—the absolutely overwhelming sensation of pleasure running through your body until your incoherent with it. Leon speaks to you, but you’re deaf to his words. All your senses are keyed up and locked on the thick drag of his dicks against your walls. His soft tail keeps strumming across your swollen clit, but never with enough pressure to make you climax. 

It’s dizzying and heady to have Leon taking you apart like this; his grunts and growls wind you higher and higher, walls tightening around him with every exhalation. 

“Cum for me my little mate,” he purrs above your head. “And I’ll fill you so full, you’ll be dripping.”

“L-Leon, p-puh-please,” you stutter, voice wrecked.

“Good girl,” his words drip with sweet derision, pushing you that much closer to your orgasm. 

His tail begins to slap across you pudgy clit over and over—again and again—the short stinging spanks snapping that thread of arousal pooling in your stomach and making you see stars, climax wiping out your brain. 

“That’s it,” he praises, claws digging into your hips as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum in you, breed your holes full.”

Shuddering, your body tremors and shakes, holes milking his cocks until he’s burying himself balls deep inside you—hot cum stuffing you so full it feels like it’s going to come out of your throat. Crying out weakly, you can’t move as Leon ruts against your ass, cocks emptying rope after rope of his thick jizz. 

“So good, little mate, so perfect,” he sighs, pulling you up until your back is flushed with his chest and then easing you both onto your sides. 

His strangely jointed hands stroke along your sweaty skin, leaving chill bumps in their wake. 

“‘m tired,” you mumble, eyes squinting before slipping shut. 

“Rest,” he pats your thigh. “I’ll clean you up.”

“You better.”

The desert is cold at night. You knew it would be—not unsurprised by the drop in temperature. However, this coldness settling over you like a second skin feels unnatural. You run your fingers across the amulet a fortune teller gave you earlier. 

“Your third eye will open yet, young Miss.”

You didn’t really think much of it, but after repeating the ritual from the book you picked up in her shop, you’re starting to worry a little about what she meant. 

The small fire you built douses itself until complete darkness fills your vision; eyes adjusting, you can still see the blanket of stars dusting the sky—but as you keep your gaze trained on them, they slowly wink out. 

One…

By…

One…

You shiver, pulling your thin jacket tighter around you, chills racing along your body and not from just the cold. A dark void rolls across the sky, your eyes stinging with the strain as you open them as wide as possible. No light to be found anywhere and in its place fear—so deeply rooted in your hindbrain that you subconsciously start to cry. 

A deep droning sound, like that of a bell underwater, resonates across the desert. Your body is screaming at you to run and never look back, but the fear keeps you frozen in place. Legs tucking up closer until you’re a tight ball of nerves seated next to your dead firewood.

Something touches your shoulder and your eyes roll to the side like a spooked horse.

Empty inky darkness. 

You blink and everything is as it was before. The fire crackles and pops as a piece of wood splits from the heat. The stars twinkle and shine like they always have, millions of miles away in the cold vastness of space. Your body, however, stays locked into place. Breath hitching in your chest like you’re about to hyperventilate, you squeeze your eyes shut and just listen to the stillness and the flame. 

The amulet’s clutched so hard in your fist, its split open your palm like ripe fruit. Blood drips from your skin to stain the sand below. 

“That little trinket won’t do much, I’m afraid.”

A voice slithers from the dark, from the void, from your eyes—

Blinking, you see a strange man sitting across from you—the fire a flimsy barrier against his cold, fathomless gaze. Your throat locks up, voice trapped as your heart races. Who even is he? What is he? How is he here? Did the old woman know this would happen? How—

“Your kind cannot pronounce my true name,” he grins and horror descends upon your mind, making your vision blur. 

“You called for me, yes? And I answered,” he shifts and you can see something wriggling behind him in the dark.

You feel violently ill, stomach coiling like snakes trapped in your intestines. “What sh-sh-should I c-call you?”

A pressure against your cranium and you cry out weakly. He chuckles yet his mouth doesn’t move. 

“Leon,” it spills from his lips like a dying man’s last breath. 

Your thoughts unspool, a strange calmness settling over you, letting you relax. Humming dreamily, you smile at this… man.

“There we go, little one,” he grins wider, too wide, but it doesn’t can’t bother you.

A strange tentacle, at least that’s as close as your mind can come to understanding it, slinks across the cool sand to gently wrap around your bare ankle. The cold slippery feeling sends chill bumps racing across your skin. 

“You are quite sweet, not my usual consort,” his voice rumbles, pleased.

The tentacle slips across your leg and up across your shorts to wrap around your hips. “Why did you summon me?”

Your mind tries to rebel against the lethargy of your thoughts, but it’s exhausting. 

“I wanted to see if it could be done,” you murmur. “I needed to know if there is more outside of this.”

You gesture around at the open desert and his eyes flicker a multitude of colors before settling back on blue. His attention is focused all on you and it makes you break out in a cold sweat. 

“Curiosity has always been a detriment to your kind,” he flexes the tentacle around your waist. “Is knowledge all you seek? No revenge on your enemies? Granting of wishes?”

Faces and names flicker through your mind’s eye along with hazy wisps of forgotten dreams. He hums in pleasure, but you quickly shake your head. 

“No, I’m doing this for myself,” you affirm, voice wavering when he tilts his head. 

“There is a price, little one. An exchange has been made and I intend to collect it from you,” he stands, and walks over to you—at least it seems like he walks; his body is rotoscope movements against the desert background. 

Muscles wound tight, you can’t find room for anymore fear from this creature man. He settles down next to you, seeming to eat up more space than he actually occupies. 

His hand hovers over your temple, fingertips barely touching your skin—

You’re weightless—sightless. Floating in the ether of darkness that makes up his mind. He’s everywhere and nowhere. It feels like a million hands touching your body before it morphs into that smooth tentacle you recall from earlier. 

Crying out, your mouth is filled with one as another notches itself at your cunt, pressing into your hole and fucking you with shallow, rough thrusts. The pleasure thrums behind your eyes, fireworks going off in your brain to the point you weep with the ecstasy. 

You’re suspended in this world he’s created; taking everything he’s giving you. 

It’s too much and not enough; it’s infinite yet only happening to you at this exact moment in time. You’ve orgasmed so much, your thighs are saturated with slick. His tentacles continually fuck you, one pulling completely free before another is filling your clenching walls to the brim. 

You’re openly weeping, wishing for an end to this sea of ravishment. Muscles shake and twitch as another orgasm is wrung from your overwrought body. His laughter fills your head, as cold as it is mocking. He speaks to you in tongues, a myriad of languages that your mind can’t comprehend. 

Although you’re unable to speak, you beg him for an end, an out, anything but the paralyzing sensation overtaking you from your repeated orgasms. Your vision clears and you catch sight of too many eyes..

Then suddenly—

You jump, nearly falling off the log and onto the sandy floor. 

The fire crackles and pops, wood burning brightly against the dark backdrop of the desert. The starry sky yields no answers as your mind runs a mile a minute, holding the amulet in a loose fist at your side. 

You’re alone now…

Las Plagas!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: las plagas Leon, himbo energy 🤭, dirty talk, needy Leon, biting, kissing, oral (f receiving), pussy eating in the great outdoors 🤭

not proofread ✌️

Farm smells hit your nose first; the earthy tones of upturned dirt paired with the sweet, dusty notes of hay has you smiling widely. 

“I’m really excited!”

You turn to see Leon staring at you before starting and looking around. Grinning to yourself at the flush now covering his cheeks, you reach out and link your arms together. 

“Penny for your thoughts.”

The pretty pink blush now reaches his ears as he kicks at a rock. 

“I know it’s not polite to stare, but you’re just so pretty.”

Your chest thrums in giddy excitement. 

“Such a charmer, Leon,” you tease, tugging him closer to plant a kiss on his jaw.

With a soft whine, he pulls you into a hug to bury his nose in your hair and breathe deeply. 

“Wanna take you home already,” he pouts when you pull away. 

“I promise we won’t stay too long,” you boop his nose, “then you’ll have me all to yourself.”

This time when he smiles at you you can see his incisors have lengthened. 

You rub your thumb across his bottom lip, “Do we need to go home though?”

He shakes his head no and places a kiss on your thumb, “Just got too excited.”

Warm arousal drips down your spine at his declaration. 

“Leon, you’re making this hard for me,” you sigh good naturedly. 

“You’re perfect, I can’t help it,” he mumbles under his breath as he lets his head slump down onto your shoulder, “promise I’ll behave.”

He scrapes his sharp teeth against your neck making you shiver. 

“Hey, no biting, Leon,” you push his shoulders and step back, “you always get carried away.”

He snorts, “That was one time and you said it was okay.”

You shake your head but can’t stop the grin from forming, “And we both learned our lesson. That poor woman probably thought you were trying to eat me.”

Leon laughs, “Well, the park’s usually empty at that time.”

You hum, grabbing his hand to walk over to the tractor hitched to a trailer stacked with hay bales. 

“Have you ever been on a hay ride before?” You tilt your head to look at him as you both wait your turn to step up onto the trailer. 

“Uhh I think once as a kid?” He shrugs, “I think I usually just played the carnival games or did the corn maze.”

“We should do those next!” You squeeze his hand excitedly, “wanna see who can get the biggest stuffed animal?”

He helps you step up into the trailer and follows you to sit on a bale of hay in the back.

“I think I’ll definitely win,” he murmurs into your ear making you giggle. 

He clasps your hand tighter when the tractor lurches forward and begins the slow trek through the ‘haunted’ field. Leon nuzzles into your neck as random people pop out of the cornstalks to scare those on the hay ride. 

You smile to yourself and squeeze his hand, “You scared?”

“Mm mm,” he kisses your neck softly, softly biting before nuzzling the skin, “just wanna do this.”

Biting down on your lip, your eyes flutter as Leon keeps softly kissing and nipping at your neck, doing it so slowly as not to draw attention. It’s also making you want to vibrate out of your skin. You squeeze his hand tight in warning and he only sighs, scraping a sharp fang against the sensitive spot near your ear, making your thighs press together. 

Everything becomes sort of white noise as you sit on the hay bale and let your boyfriend mark up your neck as you leak slick into your panties. Leon bites a little rougher making you gasp, but luckily enough, it’s not so loud it garners attention. 

“Smell so good right now,” he hotly breathes into your ear, “wanna shove my head between your legs and eat that fat pussy.”

“Leon,” you hiss, “cut it out.”

“Can’t,” he whines, licking the shell of your ear, “can we sneak off after this?”

Arousal pools low in your belly as your clit throbs for attention. 

“Okay, but behave til then,” you whisper. 

He does as you ask and only burrows his face against the crook of your neck as you both try to relax and enjoy the cutesy little ride. 

Once the tractor makes a complete circle, stopping back at the starting point, Leon eagerly helps you from the bed of the trailer and drags you out toward the parking lot. He swerves last minute onto the hiking trail that snakes around the whole area. 

There’s still some late afternoon sunlight trickling through the trees that highlight the well worn path in front of you. After a while, Leon drags you away from the trail, deeper into the woods. As soon as he deems it far enough, he’s pressing you up against a tree and dropping to his knees. 

He’s quickly yanking your jeans and panties down to your thighs, keeping you trapped in your clothing. He grabs your thighs and hoists you up to slip his head underneath and between your legs so he can bury his face against your soaking wet pussy. With your legs still caught in your pants, it forces Leon to hold you up as he eats you, practically glued to your body. 

You feel that long rough tongue fluttering against your clit before it glides down to lick into your drippy cunt. Whining loudly, you grip Leon’s hair to grind your pussy against his face.  

“Fuck, s’good, feels so good, Leon,” you gasp out, eyes rolling back as he fucks his tongue in and out of your hole. 

Humming, he trails kisses across your pussy lips up to the hood of your clit. His lips softly trace your sensitive bud and he places kiss after kiss after kiss on the sensitive bundle of nerves. He lightly scrapes those sharp teeth against your mound sending tingles all through your body. 

“Ngh, god,” you whimper as Leon softly kitten licks your clit, dilated eyes hungrily watching your expressions. 

His hand comes up to rest on your abdomen, thumb pulling up the hood of your clit so he can suck it into his hot mouth. 

“Leon!” You cry out, hands pulling his hair as you buck your hips. 

He groans and shoves his face even closer to your cunt, tongue lapping roughly at your swollen bud. It doesn’t take long with the perfect suction around your clit for your orgasm to uncoil in your belly. 

With a keening cry, your back arches what little it can as slick gushes from your hole onto Leon’s face. He quickly moves his mouth to lick it all up, eagerly running his tongue across your pussy and thighs, moaning at the taste. 

With some slight maneuvering, he’s able to set you down on shaky feet and right your clothing. You sway into his chest as your legs tremble. 

“We need to go home,” he rasps out, “don’t know how much more I can hold back.”

Tilting your head back, you can see dark black veins slowly inching across his neck up towards his jawline. 

“Let’s go then,” you grab onto his arm for balance, letting Leon guide you back out of the woods and into the parking lot. 

During his adventure to stop Saddler's twisted cult, Leon stumbles across a recent local legend known as 'Conejo De Los Perdidos' (Rabbit of the Lost). A mysterious entity that resulted in many getting lost trying to document the being. Even Ganados has been mislead by the apparition and often vanish without a trace.

Leon had the misfortune of encountering the Conejo Perdido (Lost Rabbit) when seeking shelter. He does the stupidest thing and touches the strange yellow rabbit. It immediately dissipates but not without leaving Leon on edge. 30 minutes later he vomits the Las Plagas parasite that had wrapped itself against his heart.

20 minutes later Leon suffers a sudden fever and passes out. In 10 minutes, he wakes up completely changed into a visage of Conejo De Los Perdidos. What was the apparition?

Something I call a 'DigiEcho', the remnants of a fallen Digimon. The one in question being Angoramon, a Rookie Level whose data is based on Angora Rabbits.

To sum it up, completely bad idea for a sentient creature to touch a DigiEcho as it'll result in the two merging. What comes out is called a Haunted, a Curse Type individual bearing the traits of the Digimon the echo took.

In Leon's case, he became an Angoramon Haunted. His body heavily altering to fit his newly obtained DigiEcho. Ashley had to find Leon new clothes as the man's thick fluffy coat ruin his old outfit. They did shave the lower half of his fur and it was so awkward looking that the skirt was added. Luis meanwhile documents any developments that come from this new form.

He has an inkling there is more to Conejo De Los Perdidos legend than first perceived. An intuition that grows as Leon's actions will determine whether he fully becomes a monster or this curse is a greater blessing in disguise.

If you guys are curious about Angoramon's Digivolution Line, aka what Leon could potentially become, then here's a little link to the BEM Memory Card for the Vital Bracelet.

That's all I have for now! Until next time folks, continue to thrive in the wake of Raccoon City.