#werewolf!leon

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HELLO! Welcome back, This is a longer Oneshot of Werewolf!Leon x fem!reader

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This fic contains >> Smut ][ Gore ][ Rough Seggs ][ very very subtle non consenting, But don’t worry cause you do eventually ][

Consent is awesome guys, Please ALWAYS get consent before you touch anyone in any way! It’s just written the way it is cause Leon is a werewolf and is rutting..

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You had, perhaps foolishly, developed a quiet crush on your boss.. It was nothing dramatic, nothing you would ever dare act on. It lived in small things, in the way you remembered how he took his coffee, in the way your pulse quickened just slightly when he spoke your name.

Working as his assistant was otherwise unremarkable. You handled paperwork, delivered files, and occasionally brought him said coffee. Yet, threaded through the routine were moments that unsettled you. Brief, accidental brushes of hands. Glances that lingered a second too long before you looked away.

There was something else, too. Something you couldn’t explain. At the turn of every month, as if governed by some private calendar, Leon would change. He grew distant, quieter, as though retreating behind something unseen. 

And then there was the staring.

It was never crude, never obvious. If anything, it felt restrained. You would enter his office, place a neat stack of papers on his desk, and feel it. His gaze, fixed, unwavering. Not harsh, not angry, but intense in a way that made your breath catch. When you finally glanced up, his eyes would already be on you, blue and steady, holding something carefully contained. You would always be the first to look away.

You told yourself it meant nothing. That you were imagining it.

Still, your skin prickled as you left his office, aware of that gaze lingering even after the door closed. This happened every month. A few days of quiet tension, of watchful silence. And then he would disappear for 2-3 days.. only to return as though nothing had happened at all.

By the third day, halfway through your shift, And the third delivery of paperwork, the weight of it became too much to ignore.

When you stepped into his office again, folder in hand, the air felt the same. Still, taut, as though something unsaid pressed between you. You set the folder down, gathered the completed documents, and paused. Drawing in a steadying breath, you turned to face him.

“Can I get you something. coffee?”

You watched as his eyes lifted to meet yours. There was the faintest flicker of surprise, quickly mastered. For a moment, something in his expression tightened, as though he were holding himself in place through sheer will.

Then it was gone.

“No,” he said evenly. “You may leave.”

And you did, With a lingering almost confused stare towards him you turned and left the room. And when the door closed you let out a shaky breath, silently praying that he wouldn’t write a complaint and the department would fire you.

And you continued on with your day. Trying to preoccupy yourself with small side tasks to make your shift pass by faster.

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After you clocked out, you made your way home beneath a sky that felt unusually gentle. The night carried a quiet stillness, the full moon slipping in and out of view behind drifting clouds. The air was soft and cool as you turned onto your street, the familiar outline of your home coming into view. Beyond it stretched the forest, wide and unbroken, a presence you had long since grown used to.

Everything felt calm. Untroubled.

The stillness lingered as you stepped inside, and the thought came to you almost naturally. A walk might be nice. Something simple, something to extend the quiet ease of the evening. You changed out of your work clothes and laced your running shoes, the small ritual grounding and unhurried.

Soon enough, you stepped out into your backyard. The path leading into the trees was narrow but well worn, its course familiar beneath your feet. Without hesitation, you followed it, slipping into the forest as though it were just another part of home.

The night carried a quiet that felt almost deliberate, a stillness so complete it seemed to press gently against your skin rather than surround you. You moved along the narrow dirt trail at an unhurried pace, guided only by the pale, watchful glow of the moon filtering through the canopy above. The forest breathed in hushed rhythms, leaves whispering faintly, branches shifting just enough to remind you they were there.

It was peaceful in a way that felt carefully arranged, as though the woods had chosen to be kind for now. The path beneath your feet had begun to dissolve into patches of damp grass, the earth soft and cool, while the air grew sharper with each step. The chill brushed your face with a quiet intimacy that felt refreshing, almost inviting, there was something in it that lingered a moment too long.

Somewhere in the distance, a coyote called out, and the sound pulled your attention without permission. You were no stranger to them. Their voices were a familiar part of these woods, rising and falling in sharp, high pitched cries that carried like echoes of something human. You had heard them countless times from the edge of your home, so often that their presence had become part of the forest’s identity.

But this sound did not quite belong. It stretched longer, deeper, less frantic and more deliberate, a low howl that seemed to settle into the silence rather than break it. You paused, listening, Coyotes were unpredictable, their voices varied. Still, the thought did not sit easily. It lingered just beneath your awareness, quiet and persistent, as you continued forward into the trees that no longer felt quite as welcoming as they had moments before.

You paid it no mind and kept moving.

The dirt path had vanished at some point, replaced by a soft carpet of earth that whispered beneath your steps instead of crunching. Still, everything felt ordinary. Just a quiet walk at night after a long day. Nothing unusual ever happened to people like you. You kept your gaze lifted, tracing the outlines of trees etched against the pale glow of the moon.

Then your foot came down on something that did not belong.

It gave way with a brittle crack, sharp and unmistakable. Not the gentle snap of a twig, but something heavier, more final. You froze. For a moment, you only listened, as though the forest might explain the sound.

Slowly, you reached for your phone and turned on the flashlight. The beam cut through the darkness, wavering slightly as you stepped back and lowered it toward the ground. A deer lay there, its body ruined and still. Almost scattered, The poor thing was everywhere.. blood scattered on the trees around the gruesome sight.

Even in the dim light, it was clear that whatever had happened here had not been gentle. You told yourself it must have been coyotes. This forest was full of them, after all.. There was no reason to imagine anything else.

That was enough. Time to go home. You turned, expecting the familiar path to reappear and guide you out. Instead, you found only more grass, stretching in every direction. The trees seemed closer now, their shadows thicker, pressing inward.

The path was gone. A hollow feeling settled in your chest. You pulled up your maps, tapping the screen with growing urgency, but there was no signal. No direction. No reassurance.

“Fuck..”

The air felt different now, heavier somehow. The moon slipped behind a veil of clouds, and the forest darkened as if it had drawn a curtain. It crossed your mind then, unwelcome and persistent. You had overstayed your welcome. And the forest was no longer willing to let you leave..

A low, guttural growl rose from the brush, and your body went rigid. That was no coyote. The sound was deeper, heavier, resonating through the trees as something approached. Each step carried an unnatural weight, trembling the forest floor, deliberate and unsteady, yet unmistakably on two feet.

Slowly, you turned. Your hand trembled as you lifted the flashlight, its beam cutting weakly through the darkness. Coyotes did not walk upright, and they were never this large.

The light found its face.

A wolfish head stared back at you, massive and the mouth covered in blood. Thick blond fur covered its form, and its height towered beyond anything natural. The sight hollowed your chest, your legs threatening to give way beneath you.

Then it roared.

The sound shattered the stillness, and you cried out, dropping your phone as you spun to run. Panic seized your movements, your breath tearing from your lungs as you stumbled forward. Behind you, it gave chase. But it did not follow in a straight line. You could hear it shifting, weaving from side to side, calculating, anticipating, as though it were trying to cut you off. Its presence loomed larger with every second, relentless and furious, closing the distance with terrifying intent.

You cried out for help, your voice breaking as it tore through the trees, grasping at the faint hope that someone, anyone, might hear. Yet even as the sound left your lips, you knew the truth. No one was coming.

Your fight ended in an instant.

A heavy, clawed hand seized the back of your throat and wrenched you backward before slamming your back into the grass. The impact stole the air from your lungs and left your mind reeling, your vision swimming in a haze of light and shadow. For a moment, the world blurred into nothing. But instinct forced you to move.

You struggled beneath it, desperate and uncoordinated, driven by the raw refusal to die. One arm lashed upward in a frantic attempt to strike, to push, to do anything at all. It caught your wrist with ease, forcing it down into the earth beside your head. The other arm flailed uselessly, your legs kicking wildly against the ground in blind panic. It growled, loud and warning. And you broke. A sob tore from your chest, sharp and helpless, as fear overwhelmed whatever strength you had left.

But your eyes opened, forcing yourself to look. To see the thing that was about to end you, the same way it had torn apart the deer. Its face loomed above you. And then you saw its eyes. They were not wild, not empty, not wholly monstrous. They held something else. A clarity that did not belong. A piercing blue that struck you with a sudden, disorienting familiarity. They were focused, intent, and shaped by an expression you had seen before, one that did not belong to a beast. Your breath caught.

“Leon-”A sharp gasp escaped as its cold muzzle pressed against your exposed neck, the fabric of your clothing displaced from the force of the struggle. It inhaled in fast, deliberate breaths, as if searching for something in your scent.

Those eyes could not be mistaken. The truth settled over you with a quiet, devastating weight, sinking deep into your chest. What had he become? Before you could gather another breath, Your eyes fell down to the thick patch of blonde fur between his legs.. Big.. uneven and swollen with poorly concealed lust, it glistened in the moonlight, Almost pulsing.

Your eyes widened and you began to thrash again. “Leon, Please! you can’t just-” you tried to cry, To break through this feral state of mind he was stuck in. your shoes pushed against the damp leaf covered earth as you tried to crawl away, but with wrenching strength you were whirled around onto your belly.

He loomed above you. A growl rumbled from his throat, low and unsteady, vibrating through you where he held you down. Yet there was something fractured within it, something uneven. Beneath the threat, there was a faint, strained whimper, as though the sound itself caused him pain.

And you did not scream. The fear was still there, sharp and suffocating, but it no longer ruled you in the same way. Something else had taken hold, something quieter, more fragile, and far more dangerous.

“Leon?” you whispered.

Your voice was barely more than breath, trembling as it left you. Slowly, as though any sudden movement might shatter whatever tenuous restraint remained, you lifted your hand. Your fingers shook as they reached for him, hesitating only for a moment before coming to rest against his wrist, where it pressed into the ground by your head.

At your touch, his ears drew back.

A small, defensive growl slipped free, softer now, edged with uncertainty rather than pure aggression. His body tensed beneath your hand, caught between instinct and something else he could not fully suppress.

And yet, he did not strike.

“It’s okay, Leon..”

The violent intent that had driven him only moments before seemed to falter, replaced by a restless hesitation. He remained over you, breath heavy, eyes fixed on yours, but the certainty of death no longer lingered so close.

Then suddenly you heard your own name, it sounded like it almost hurt to speak, Like it took so much effort to utter. And your racing heart slowed just slightly, He always had such a soothing voice.. Even in this state..

“Can’t.. Control it anymore...” he whispered against the back of your neck, you didn’t know what to do, You shook your head as his claws tore at your clothing, his large hand tore your leggings before pulling your hips up, His nails dug into your flesh, Making you let out a sharp cry, tears that pooled in your eyes spilled as your sex was now bare to the chilly forest.. To him.

His cold wet nose pressed against your folds, Breathing you in, You heard a rapid thumping, You were almost sure it was your own heartbeat.. but it was his tail hitting the forest floor. You shrank as his nose rubbed over your clit.

He licked a quick and harsh strip through your folds, making you jump as the soft muscle slid against your clit, And then another, until his tongue sawed against the aching bundle of nerves rough and slow Your cunts juices flowed down onto his tongue, Joining his building saliva.

“Leon.. Please wait-“

You managed to choke out before his tongue slid into your dripping hole, your hand around his wrist gripped at the fur, And the other at the grass.

It dragged against your insides, curving and carving itself a home in your pussy, your climax shook you out of your daze like state, a sharp moan rippling through your throat, But he pulled away before you could get attached to the feeling. You took a moment to breathe, To relax- Until you felt the cold bulbous tip pressing against your entrance, You shook your head and tried to block him with your legs.

“God- Leon please wait a second!” you tried but were met with a low growl. “Wait… I’ve waited long enough.” He said against your ear.. but he did relent for just a moment, Allowing you to catch your breath and think for a minute..

Then finally he pushed your legs out of the way, And then he thrust deep inside your cunt. Almost Knocking the air from your lungs despite being given a moment. Walls fluttering uselessly around him, hand holding onto his wrist like a lifeline as he pulled out, Almost dragging your body with him before he slammed his hips back against yours. Drawing more cries and whimpers from you, Saliva from his mouth dripped onto your back as he started a constant pace.

Sharp, unrelenting, And breath taking.

All your noises seemed to encourage him, His hips thrust fast, Your second climax shocked you as it washed over, forcing your walls to clench tight around his cock, You closed your teary eyes.

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You had been in this position for what seemed like forever.. Your back has started to ache, And your skin was littered with scratches caked with blood, And bite marks, he had came inside you twice, And you lost count of your own. But he was still going, You had long stopped fighting, Stopped moving that is, you were being being up by his large paws.

You didn’t know how long you were going to be here for.. That was until he pulled out… it made you perk up, dizzy eyes searching for the mans face, then you were suddenly moved, turned around to face him as he layed back against a tree.

You stared up at him, And he did the same, His eyes that were once filled with a cold restraint looked down at you with such a tender fondness, then he leaned down and licked the tears off your face, before you sank back down on his still hard cock.

It drew tired mewls from you. but you just stared at him.. before his paws on your hips gripped, And then pulled, you winced and looked down at the large bulbous knot he was trying to work into your puffy pussy.

“w-what.. Leon..” you didn’t have a chance to speak before it thrust up into place, the knot sliding in almost staggeringly quick, thick ropes of cum dripping down onto the forest floor, It dripped down and soaked the forest beneath. followed by a tired gasp from you, locking you onto him.

“It hurts.” You gasped against his chest, His arms wrapped around you holding you close to him.

“I know.. get comfortable..” he’d whisper.

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After you were completely knocked out the two of you layed there for almost 2 hours before he turned back into himself. Knot loosing and pulling out of your overused hole, Feeling so embarrassed for what had just taken place. he brought you back to his place, Which wasn’t too far away thank god.

He bathed you and everything and finally let your aching body rest in his bed, meanwhile he stay awake. At the edge with his head in his hands.

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Chapters: 8/12 Words: 21,349

After returning from Spain, Leon S. Kennedy drops off the face of the earth.

Chris Redfield doesn't go looking for him because he cares; he does it because Claire is worried, and he'd like to give the scumbag a piece of his mind for upsetting his little sister.

Unfortunately, tracking Leon's phone only to find it sitting directly beside a huge, suspiciously blonde wolf complicates things just a little.

Leon is determined to isolate himself for fear of hurting the people he loves. Chris is determined to find a cure so that he'll stop sulking in the forest and return to society.

How hard could babysitting a giant dog be?

Ask and you shall receive

Contains: Hella blood and gore, werewolf attack, gunshot wounds

It wasn’t like him to be radio silent, especially for this long. After he had reported over the intercom to Hunnigan about the villagers all being hostile while searching for the president’s daughter, the line went dead from Leon’s end. All Hunnigan reported to you over your own earpiece was that Ashley Graham was possibly taken to some sort of church and now it was your job to find both her and Leon and to report to Hunnigan your findings immediately.

He paused then, turning abruptly to face her again. "Ozzy bares his neck to me, not the other way around,” he growled, bristling at the implication and teeth bared despite not being being in his furry form.

“Oh, so you think you’re funny too huh?” Just his luck. There went any chance of a smooth, quiet night out.

“You must indeed be a fool though, approaching an alpha when his pack could be anywhere in these trees, just waiting for the signal to move in,” he observed, tossing his finished cigarette to the floor and stubbing out the remains under his boot.

“If you’re not a wolf I’ve no interest in being able to smell you whether you smell like roses or not,” he clarified, slipping the cigarette between his lips once more and moving to walk past her.

 He wasn’t even particularly interested in humans. No need to expand the pack. They didn’t make very good prey either as far as he was concerned.