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words: 4.7k warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. SMUT. DUBCON. SEX POLLEN (both reader and leon infected). ANGST. HURT/COMFORT. synopsis: coming across a strange plant in an old lab greenhouse has dire consequences... for the most part.

You’ve seen a lot of labs in your life, but this one is the strangest yet. Mostly because the usual horrors that come with bioterrorist organisations are nowhere to be found.

Deep underground, the air is stiff and sulfurous, both of your guns poised and ready — but nobody has come to stop you this time. No guards, no military. Not even zombies or creatures designed to destroy. It’s just you, Leon, and the steady, synchronised clicks of your boots on the metal walkway as you head towards what looks to be a greenhouse. 

“You think they were expecting us and took off?” you question, gaze gliding over the slabs of muscle at his back. You’ve worked with Leon for a long time and have never seen him without those hunched shoulders and steely apprehension. He’s a weapon himself, honed from years of fighting in the shadows. 

He stops, blue-grey eyes scanning over the fogged glass panes, where leaves curl towards you like beckoning fingers. There’s nothing out of the ordinary within, lights turned off like maybe the place was, in fact, abandoned. It’s a first: usually, you’d be knee-deep in bloodshed by now. 

“Maybe they wanted to take their green fingers above ground,” he remarks dryly, though his posture doesn’t relax even a little. Like him, you don’t dare lower your guard, just in case.

You find a computer on the desk, screen black. “Power’s out here, too.” 

Like everywhere else in the facility. It can’t be right. Bioweapon engineers don’t just disappear, not without leaving a trail of blood behind them.

Raph Seeing as Raphael literally always worries about his size and how different he is from humans, I doubt he’d be the type to forget how small you are compared to him. However, if he ever were to have a moment of weakness, it’d be a time he needs comfort. Say him and Leo had gotten into another fight and he truly just needed to be held for a bit. Of course, you were there on his bed on your phone, waiting patiently for him to return from patrol with his brothers. When he walks in the door, he does little more than shrug off his backpack from his shell and slip his sais from his belt before collapsing onto the bed. At first he lands beside you, not wanting to crowd your space. But you knew that expression. Pretty soon, his head was on your chest and his arm wrapped around your side, his three-fingered hand resting on your lower back as he took a moment to breathe you in. Regardless of how angry he was, he truly was just a big, exhausted teddy-bear. And you didn’t have the heart to tell him he was crushing your ribs by squeezing you so tightly.

Leo Again, like Raphael, I doubt he’s the type to forget about his own size. Though, there are moments when he’s vulnerable where it’ll slip his mind. Along with this, he’s also not the type to actively seek out emotional support even when he needs it most. Instead, he’ll collapse on your bed (he doesn’t like to cuddle at the lair anymore because he’s afraid you both will get caught by his brothers again) and bury his face in your pillow, inhaling your scent. When you join him, running your nails gently over his shell because you notice how spent he looks after fighting and patrolling for nights on end, he eventually wraps an arm around you. And after that, he’s gone. He will lay on top of you, his face buried in either your neck or shoulder as he inhales you like you’re the final piece of a puzzle he didn’t know he was putting together. He subconsciously rests his entire body weight on you, arms wrapped around your waist and he lets you hold him. Now because this doesn’t happen very often, and you know that if you tell him you can’t breathe under his weight he’ll likely not let himself be this vulnerable in front of you for the next few months, you don’t say a word. You simply run your fingers over his shell and take shallow breaths.

Donnie Donnie is very aware of his size. He towers over his other brothers and typically it’s a very valuable tool in battle, being a tall and lanky stringbean has its perks. But when you sit in his chair waiting for him to return from patrol and you look so damn comfy and warm, it tends to slip his mind often. At first, he’ll kneel before you, his head resting on your thigh as he rests his eyes and your fingers run gently over his scales. After you take his glasses off, claiming that it would be more comfortable without them, he lifts you up from the chair, leaving his glasses forgotten on the table as he carries you over to the cot he keeps in the corner of the lab. He lays you both down much too quickly to be truly careful and collapses on top of you. His arms around your waist and his head buried in your chest. Without his sight, he relies on his other senses. He relaxes at the sound of your heart, of your breathing, of the gentle shapes you trace on his carapace. He allows it to lull him into a trance filled with only you. Unlike Leo or Raph, you openly tell him if you’re uncomfortable. He’ll adjust with a small “sorry, dove” before allowing you to continue to hold him. He’s asleep before you can tell him your arm is falling asleep under his weight.

Pairing: Leon Kennedy (RE9) X F. Reader

Content warning: dom! leon x sub! reader, pwp, teasing, fingering (f! receiving), age gap (Leon is 49 and reader is in her 20s), kissing, choking, protected sex (iykyk), dirty talking, pet names (doll, sweetheart, atta girl, pretty girl), finger sucking, slight nipple play, p in v, light spanking, missionary, Leon throws your legs over his shoulders, grinding, enemies to sex (they argue a lot), let me know if I'm forgetting anything!

Summary: You thought you were spending another lonely rainy night without your roomate when a certain older man breaks into your house. But who would have thought that the constant arguing would turn into lust?

Tags: Leon x Reader, older Leon, non canon

Authors note: this came out of nowhere because I wanted to take a break from the secretary series because I was going through a creative block... but hey! now you get to fuck unc!

Word count: 8,014

Finishing college and not knowing what to do with your degree was an experience you expected going through. Most people would look for employment or a partner to start a life and a family but here you were, struggling to pay your rent and figuring out a place to stay since your landlord was basically kicking you out. All of those odds led you to your current situation: calling your old friend from highschool, the one you barely kept in touch with but came across her Instagram profile and saw that she was living in the same city as you, so it wouldn’t hurt to text her, right?

Sitting at her desk and scrolling through hundreds of police reports, news articles and provided files she heard her phone buzz which startled her and made her look for it between mountains of papers and office mess. Finally reaching for it she saw a notification she could only read the first few words, ‘Hey, Grace! How have you been…’ she smiled. Grace always thought of you, always questioned what happened that drifted you two apart since you used to be so close in school. Without second thoughts she tapped on the screen and opened the whole message, revealing the rest of the text.

‘Hey, Grace! How have you been these past years? I know we haven’t spoken in a while but I was wondering if I could ask for your help?’ 

She immediately got up to the terrace to call you, there was nothing she wanted more than to reconnect with an old friend.

So, here you were, unpacking boxes after boxes of your belongings, Grace wasn’t home so you were all by yourself. You noticed she had such a big apartment for someone living alone, you also found out she worked for the FBI, which made everything make sense, since she refused to accept you paying half of the rent before getting a job. Even though you have known Grace for years you still felt like a burden to her. She also offered you a job at her’s, but you kindly denied, crimes were not really your thing. Looking around her place you noticed she had a picture framed right on top of the shelf beside the entrance door. It was her, a young girl with white hair and a very good looking older man, you admired it for a while before going back to your duties. Something you also noticed was that Grace was almost never at home, she would do too much overtime and on most days you would only see her for a couple of minutes if you were lucky enough to get thirsty in the middle of the night.

Time passed and you managed to find a job. It was a small flower shop run by a sweet old lady that just wanted some company to help the day go by easier. Your job was to help customers and arrange flower bouquets, every other week you would bring lots of the flowers back home so they wouldn’t die in the store. Your days would go by easily, constant job interviews were also a part of your routine, you felt kind of bad for looking for other positions but you also wanted to do something with your diploma. 

One day you were back home from your shift and already changed into your pajamas and turned the TV on to make white noise while you cooked dinner - this was an agreement you made with Grace,whoever gets home earlier cooks and leaves a plate to whoever would get home later, but that meant only you would cook - and organized the house, being careful to clean out the already dead flowers to prevent them from stinking up the place. Suddenly you heard a loud knock on the door that surprised you, visits weren’t common and Grace always had a key with her. You expected the worst, knowing your roommate dealt with criminals on a daily basis you obviously were scared one of them found your house. Picking up one of the knives on the counter you carefully walked towards the door and looked through the peephole, you were greeted by a tall and broad man that was covered in black from head to toe, soaked from the rain, you couldn't see his face since he had his head down and phone blocking you from seeing his features. Another loud knock that made you jump. He murmured something you couldn’t quite make out before he knocked on the door again, you jumped and picked up your phone to call Grace and tell her to come home immediately, she didn’t answer. On the other hand, the man outside was on a phone call, you saw him nod his head and crouch down to look through the vase that sat beside your front door, the one you hid the spare key just in case. You expected the man to just forget about it since the key was literally buried into the dirt but he began digging into it to grab it. Your response was to curse under your breath and run away from the door and hide behind the couch to try and jab the man in the back.

When the door finally opened, the man got inside and took off his shoes and coat before analyzing the space. He hadn’t been there for weeks so he was shocked to see the once empty apartment was now full of things and flowers, decorations and even scent diffusers. “Hello?” He said and looked around as if he knew there was someone else there. Turning around he saw the television was on and loud, groaning he carried himself to it and looked for the remote to turn off the noise that was making his head throb, that’s when you saw your chance. Getting up from behind the couch you got a vision of his broad back, in a quick move you jumped over the couch to get to him but he was way ahead of you because you almost didn’t notice he turned around so quickly and grabbed your wrist so hard it made you drop the knife and pinned you down to the couch, you kicked your legs in an attempt to get out but he used his own to hold them down, you opened your mouth to scream but the man quickly used his hand to cover it and muffle your attempt to scream. He looked down at you with intense wide blue eyes, as if he could see right through you. “Keep quiet.” He said firmly with his deep voice. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’ll take my hand off if you promise to let me explain.” He encouraged and waited for your response, when you nodded your head yes he slowly removed his hand, as if he was expecting you to scream, when you didn’t he let go of your arms but kept his legs holding yours down.

You stayed silent for a second before you got the courage to speak. “Who are you and what are you doing in my house?” You asked, eyes wide and never leaving his. He sighed and shook his head.

“I’m Leon Kennedy, a friend of Grace’s.” He said and used his head to point to the framed picture next to the door, that’s when it clicked to you, he was the old man. You groaned and let your head fall back into the cushions of the couch, Leon chuckled and let your legs go and took a seat next to you. “Does it make sense now?” He asked.

“Yeah… But why would you break in here instead of knocking?” You said while sitting up, pulling your knees to your chest to try and shield the fact that you were not wearing a bra.

“I did knock twice and you didn’t answer, so I called Grace and she told me to get the spare key.” He replied and kept looking around the house, truly admired by how the space had changed. 

“She didn’t tell me you would be stopping by.” You said and admired him up and down, paying careful attention to the way his soaked dress shirt clung to his upper body muscles, he was huge.

“It wasn’t planned, my car broke down a few streets from here and there were no towing cars available.” He said and got up to walk to the kitchen, you looked to the floor and saw the knife you were previously holding, you picked it up to put it back into its place. Leon went to open the fridge but a particular pot on the stove caught his attention. “Were you cooking?” He asked, to which you replied with a hum and a nod, he opened the lid and saw the soup you were preparing earlier. “Mind if I have some? Smells good.” He asked and turned around, you quickly crossed your arms in front of your chest, this see through white top wasn’t the best choice for tonight.

“Sure!” You speed walked to the cabinets to get a bowl but couldn’t help but feel his eyes on you. Turning around you served him and settled it on top of the counter, alongside a spoon, where he could sit in the tall stools you bought recently since you didn’t have a proper dining table yet. He wasted no time devouring the whole portion, it was cold and rainy so you could only imagine how he wanted this more than anything. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“There are a few of my clothes here, I’m gonna use your shower real quick.” He said after swallowing the last spoonful of soup, how did he eat it so fast? You nodded and he just smiled before walking to the small dresser in the living room to get a change of clothes he probably stored there in case of any emergencies. You found that weird since Grace had always been very open about not having time to find a partner and yet there is a man leaving clothes and belongings at her place? Picking up his empty bowl you set it inside the sink and turned around to see that he had already closed the bathroom door. Running to your room you grabbed the first sweater you saw to cover your chest and pulled out your phone to call Grace.

“Hello?” She picked up on the first ring?

“Who is that man inside of our bathroom using our shower?” You began, your voice coming out more desperate than you intended to. “You could have at least given me a call! I almost stabbed him!” You said and Grace laughed.

“I don’t think you managed to do that, right?” She said and you rolled your eyes. “Leon is a good friend of mine, his car broke down and he needed somewhere to stay, maybe until the rain settles.” She said and you could hear the office-like sounds from behind her, papers, phones ringing and people talking, you knew today would be one of the days she comes back especially late. “Don’t worry, he looks scary but he won’t bite you!” She reassured you.

“How come you never talked about him?” You asked, determined to get some of the gossip.

“What? I haven’t? We met a couple of months ago… A mission…” She said, sounding like she wanted to run away from that conversation. 

“Mission?” You teased her, thinking you already figured their relationship out.

“Oh my God!” She laughed. “Y/n, we’re not going out! He’s like, I don’t know, some kind of cool uncle!” 

“Uncle…” You sighed. “What am I supposed to do with an unknown man at our house?!”

“He’ll keep you company! You’re always alone because of my job, it’ll be good to have someone there!” 

“You sound like my mother.”

“Sometimes I feel like it!” She joked and went silent, you could hear distant chatter. “Gotta hang up, meeting. But have fun, he’s cool and everything, even Emily likes him! Bye!” She hung up. You met Emily a few times, she’s just very shy, that’s all, but she doesn’t live with you, something to do with the government and Grace not being home often. You got out of your room just to be greeted with a completely different Leon, sat on the couch with the remote in his hand, wet hair, baggy sweatpants and a basic t-shirt.

“Nice sweater.” He said and just now you realized you were wearing it inside out. Turning around and away from him you pulled it off to fix it, when you turned back around you noticed he was staring hard. You could also smell him, such a familiar scent.

“Did you use my shampoo?” You asked, getting closer to him, touching one of his strands between your fingers, just to feel his hair was soft. “And my conditioner too?”

“Didn’t know they were yours. They were just displayed there.” He lowered your hands with his and turned his head back to the television to scroll through your streaming services. “How much TV do you watch? You have absolutely everything here.” You rolled your eyes and walked back to the kitchen.

“You do that while I wash your bowl like some maid!” You yelled to no response, of course he wouldn’t help with dishes, that man just used your hair products and was now watching the television you bought and using the services you pay monthly. You turned on the faucet in the hot setting, washing dishes with cold water wasn’t going to happen, you washed one spoon then jumped at the feeling of a finger tapping your shoulder. “Jesus! Don’t do that!” You leaned both your hands on the edge of the sink and your head down. “Almost gave me a heart attack.” 

“Sorry.” He said with a chuckle. “Let me do that for you, yeah?” He said and moved beside you, using his hip to push yours to the side. “I’m staying here so that’s the least I could do.” He took the sponge from your hands and began scrubbing the dishes, hissing at the temperature. “Jesus how come your hand didn't melt off already? This is piping hot.” He said and turned the heat off.

“It’s freezing outside, you gotta keep your edges warm so you don’t get cold.” You said turning the heat back on.

“Yeah but if we were in the middle of a snow storm, it’s just raining outside.” He turned it off again. “Go do something else, maybe pick a movie or something, yeah?”

“It’s my house so I think I get to decide how the temperature of the water stays.” Heat back on. 

“How bratty can you be? It’s just water.” He bickered back and turned off one more time.

“It’s not about water, it’s about you making yourself so comfortable like this is your own home!” As you began turning the heat back on the lights suddenly went off and you could hear the complaints from your neighbors. “Shit.”

“See? If you just let me do it my way this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Hey! Don’t blame me!” You argued back, if he could see your face he would notice how annoyed you were. “This is an old building, the power goes out if too many people are using the heating system.” You explained and crouched down to look in the very bottom drawer for candles.

“I’m sure it is.” Leon leaned back against the counter, using a rag to dry his hands, the cold finally hitting him. Getting up from the floor you used a lighter to light a long white candle up.

“Now I need to find the rest of them.” You said and gave Leon the candle before walking to the living room and lighting the rest of the candles. He followed you before plopping down on the couch.

“You are so girly.” He said.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the candles you were lighting.

“Look at the amount of scented candles you have.” He complained waving his hand in front of his face to dispel the mixture of smells that went from strawberry shortcake to vanilla cinnamon, he was almost regretting going there, but then he remembered the sight of you underneath him on the couch, him pinning you down so effortlessly and you staying so still and, despite being scared for your life, obeying his every command. “This is about to give me a headache.” He still complained.

“Well then go to another room. Stop being such a grumpy old man.” You said, finally lighting the last candle before setting the lighter to the side and sitting on the other side of the couch, pulling the blanket from the backrest to your legs, since the power went out the thermostat also stopped working and your apartment was slowly turning into a freezer.

“Old man?” He laughed, almost wheezing. “How old do you think I am?” He asked.

“I don’t know, 60?” You said and he snapped his head towards you as if you just said the worst insult known to mankind. “Judging by the grey hairs and the eyebags.”

“Ouch.” He put his hand on his chest. “I’m 49.”

“49?!” You said sitting up and widening your eyes.

“Wow, am I that beat up?” He chuckled and crossed his arms, his biceps popping out even more, the short sleeves of his shirt almost ripping from how tight they were. “Or you haven’t met that many old people?”

“I’ve met tons and you certainly look like them.” You said while contracting your body to preserve heat. “One thing I learnt was that you can tell a person’s age by looking at their hands, you can’t get botox on your fingers.” You joked but saw Leon holding out his hand for you to take a look. “Oh, can I?” You asked surprised. He nodded. “I was half joking but okay.” You took his hand using both of yours, analyzing with your fingers you could feel the calluses that formed along the years, your touch revealed scar after scar that would either feel rough or relatively soft. You also felt how cold they were. “I told you to not use the cold water.” You teased and he pulled his hand away.

“You are a child.” He said and pulled the blanket from your legs to his arms. 

“Hey!” You pulled it back. “I’m cold here, my legs are bare!”

“Then go put on some pants.”

“Why don’t you go look for a sweater? Oh, wait, this is not your house!” You said and got very close to his face. “Maybe that’s a sign for you to stop trying to boss me around!” You finished, nose almost touching his. You noticed his gaze moved to your lips, then back to your eyes. You quickly pulled the blanket back and ignored the obvious tension between the two of you. 

“I’m cold too.” He said. You sighed and almost felt bad for him, but you were still a host so you got up and went to your room, Leon was left alone in the living room. He would never admit that, not even to himself, but this situation felt almost cozy, the dim lights, the soft couch, the warm blanket that smelled like they just came out of the dryer and even the scented candles were growing on him. You came back with another blanket and two pillows, you threw them at Leon, which caught it effortlessly. He chose to use the blanket from your bed.

“Hey, that’s my duvet!” You argued but he paid no mind and wrapped himself in it.

“This one is bigger, keep the other one.” He said.

“What? No, this one is too thin.” 

“Then go get another one.” He argued back and snuggled into the heat that smelled just like you. You sighed but couldn’t do anything, you didn’t have any other blankets at home and you were most certainly taking the one from Grace’s bed. Fluffing your pillow you wrapped yourself in the blanket hugging yourself to preserve the heat. You pulled out your phone to see it was almost without battery, you used the rest of it to send a text to Grace, asking when she would get back home. You looked outside and saw that the rain was still pouring, thunder was roaring and you still had no idea when the power would come back. You turned your head and saw Leon’s eyes were low, was he really sleeping over at your place?

“Are you spending the night?” You asked softly, you noticed he got startled, almost as if you awakened him.

“Um, maybe, yeah. Is that okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, it is, I guess.” You replied, voice low, tired.

“You can go sleep in your room, I’ll give you your duvet back and I promise I’ll not steal anything.” He said and unwrapped himself from your covers, preparing to give it back. “It’s not like there’s anything worth stealing from here, I’m not a big magazine fan.” He joked while looking at the comically tall pile on top of the coffee table. 

“No, my room’s too cold. Plus I can’t really sleep without white noise.” You didn’t even move from your cocoon. “I’ll just stay here if you don’t mind, this couch pulls out so it’s okay to sleep here.” You said. Leon tossed your comforter back at you and got up. Hooking his hands under the couch he pulled out the extensions with no effort, not even having to ask you to move from your spot. 

“Like this?” He said and fixed his hair that was now completely dry and, somehow, perfectly styled.

“Yeah, thanks.” You said.

“I would tell you to not sweat it but it’s not like it’s possible right now.” He joked again. He sat back down at the couch, this time closer to you. “I know what I’m about to say it's completely weird and you don’t have to agree but…” He paused. “Human body heat is the best option right now, since the heating system is out.” What he said surprised you, was he really suggesting the two of you cuddle right now?

“So cuddling?” You asked, one eyebrow raised.

“I don’t like to call it that but yes, cuddling.” He replied scratching the back of his neck. “We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

“No, it’s okay.” You said and lifted both blankets, inviting him near you. He felt like a teenager all over again, he cuddled a bunch of women before, this should be easy, but something about you, about the context, about doing this because it’s necessary to keep warm made his head spin. He approached you with a small ‘excuse me’, at first he just got really close to you, your legs touching and one of his arms wrapping around your neck, pulling you closer to his chest, he used his other hand to pull the covers on top of both of you. Instinctively, you threw your legs on top of his, your bottom touching his thighs that felt very hard, you wondered if he did any kind of exercises. Looking up you met his gaze, he had this soft boyish look in his eyes, a crooked smile filling his face, this was awkward, yet right? “You good?” He asked.

“Yeah, thanks, sorry if this is weird.” You said and he laughed making you feel the vibrations inside his chest. 

“Don’t worry, you’re really warm.” He said.

“Me? You feel like a human oven!” You bickered back, teasing him but you weren’t lying, his skin felt hot and made you want to melt into it, you fit right into each other's embrace, like you were made for it. You felt his arm rub up and down your knee, attempting to warm your legs since you complained they were cold but his calloused hands made you shiver.

“Still cold?” He asked, stopping his actions.

“No!” You said, chasing the feeling back, you didn’t realize how desperate you sounded. “It’s just…” Before you could finish your sentence he went back to it, this time moving his hand up into your thigh, his touch turned softer, almost teasing, as if he was toying with you, testing to see what action would pull other reactions from you.

“What is it? Hm?” He said, his voice impossibly lower. You opened your mouth but closed without saying anything, you knew that if you gave your vocal chords a chance they would project sounds you were not proud of. “You like that?” He teased, you knew where this would go, and he knew too. 

“Leon…” You began.

“Yes?” He replied, his head getting so close that you could feel his hot breath against your lips. You repeated his name and heard his breath pick up. “Say that again, please.” His hand was now on top of your hip, his arm pulling your neck closer to him, your lips millicentimeters away from each other, aching to be touched and fulfill both your desires.

“Leon, I…” 

“Use your words.” He demanded, making you feel that familiar heat pool in your core.

“Please.” You asked, kindly.

“Please what? I’d love to know what’s going inside that pretty mind of yours.” He teased, hand moving under your sweater and caressing the thin white shirt you were so scared he would see your breasts through it, reality is, he was seeing them and you coming out of your room with a sweater that covered it really broke his heart. “Can I?” He asked, looking down at your lips. You nodded without thinking twice.

You finally felt his lips touching yours, his hot breath mixing with yours in a mess of teeth and tongue, finally putting an end to your desperation. The hand under your sweater moved up into one of your tits and squeezed it, making you open your mouth to let out a quiet moan. He used this as an opportunity to wrap his tongue around yours, his other hand moving to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him. Your own hands moved to his hair, tangling into it and pulling, making him let out a groan. You moved from the couch into his lap, never breaking the kiss, the moment you sat down you could feel his hardness poke you. He pulled away and looked at you, a teasing smirk adorning him. You leaned in for another kiss but he moved his head away teasingly. You pouted and he chuckled lowly, pinching your nipple through your shirt, which earned a whine from you. “So sensitive…” He said and kissed the corner of your mouth. “I’m not going any further without your verbal consent.” He declared and whined, too shy to say that you wanted him to fuck your brains out right in that couch. “You can’t keep torturing me like this, Y/n.”

“I…” You took a deep breath, his hand now caressing your side, making you miss his touch. “I want you to fuck me.” You finally blurted it out. Leon smiled and moved one of his hands to your cheek, touching you so delicately.

“Atta girl.” He praised before connecting your lips once again. He moved both his hands to your hips, encouraging you to rock them back and forth, creating friction between your clothed members. His tongue explored your mouth and you could hear the slightest hums coming from his throat which made you grow wetter by the second.

One of his hands moved from your hip and traveled south to the place you needed him the most, he touched you over your shorts first, teasing you, seeing how long would it take to you finally beg for him to be inside you. You felt his index finger rub your clit through your clothes, earning a satisfied sigh from you, to which he proudly swallowed, his lips never leaving yours. He noticed your sounds and only pushed your limits further, rubbing more intensely, your whines turned into full moans and your hand flew to his wrist, pulling it up so he could pass your waistband and finally touch you properly, but he locked his muscles making your effort useless. “Leon…” You said, mouth still touching his.

“Hm? Want me to stop?” He said, that convinced smile never leaving his lips, hand still rubbing circles.

“No!” You protested. He cocked his head to the side, waiting for your response. “Please touch me, stop teasing!” You said and felt his hand finally moving to where you needed him.

“I thought you were done with the complaining?” He joked, but before you could contest it he finally touched your clit uncovered, his rough hand driving you crazy and your throat let out the most obscene sound. “So wet…” He stated, moving his finger from your clit to your folds, collecting more of your wetness. You threw your head back and he took that opportunity to pepper kisses along your neck, a particular one lasting longer than the others that would definitely leave a purple mark you would have to cover up in the morning. Your hands moved to his shoulders, then to his neck, the base slightly shoving due to the low cut neckline that you pulled on, wanting to take his shirt off. He understood the sign and chuckled along the side of your neck. “Wanna take it off?” He said and you nodded, biting your lower lip to prevent louder sounds from coming out. “But then I’d have to take my hands off you.” He fake pouted, teasing you.

“Come on…” You whined and pulled on his collar. He laughed and pulled his hand back, earning an upset sigh from you. “I know, doll, I know.” You pulled his shirt off so fast you almost ripped it. “Easy, I’m not going anywhere.” He said. You finally got a full view of his chest, toned, covered in scars and thin hairs, some of them already grey. You ran your hands through them, raking your nails so lightly and you saw him shiver and his hairs stand up, you smiled at it. “Having fun?” He asked, moving his arms to rest against the couch's backrest, you nodded. “How come I am the only one undressing?” He shot you a look, then lowered his vision to your sweater. You took it off in the exact second he asked, removing your shirt as well and giving him a full vision of your chest, nipples hard from the cold and his touch. Smiling, he moved both his hands to them, squeezing them together. Not taking his eyes off you, he moved his lips closer to your tits, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and using one of his hands to pinch the other. You moaned and dragged your hands to his hair once again, pulling him further into you, you didn’t want the feeling to be over. 

“More, please.” You begged and felt him smile against you, he then moved the hand from your nipple to your sopping pussy, toying with your folds before circling your entrance and feeling you lightly shake in his lap. “Inside, please.”

“You’re so obedient. Precious girl.” He praised before finally inserting his finger inside, making you arch your back and almost scream, he had the best vision right in front of him and couldn’t believe you were all his. Moving his finger in and out he heard your moans that only encouraged him to move faster and deeper, you were practically humping his hand, chasing more of the delicious sensation. “Want more?” He asked, never ceasing his work.

“Yes, Leon!” You moaned and he added another finger, stretching you out even more. Scissoring them he used his palm to apply pressure and friction to your clit, you rushed your hand to your mouth to muffle your sounds, scared the neighbors would hear. Leon wasn’t satisfied with that so he pulled it out of your face and shook his head no.

“Don’t do that, I wanna hear you.” He asked, pushing his fingers deeper to see you fall apart on his hand.

“The… The neighbors.” You said breathless.

“What about them?”

“They will hear us.”

“Let them.” He said and sped up his movements, making you drop your head into between his shoulder and neck, moaning right next to his ears, that made his already hard dick start throbbing. Involuntarily he bucked his hips up, chasing his own relief, he couldn’t take it anymore. “I need to fuck you, now.” He stated and pulled your head by your hair to look at him, his eyes were low with lust, pupils blown and his mouth slightly parted. You nodded and he took that as his opportunity to manhandle you into your back on the couch, hovering over you. He looked at his wet covered hand and moved it into your lips, coating them. “Open.” He asked so nicely, how could you say no? Opening your mouth you felt his fingers entering it, your wetness tasted sweet and warm, you licked and sucked on his digits, making him part his lips to curse under his breath. He then decided to waste no more time, carefully removing his fingers from your mouth he leaned down to kiss your cheek, a reminder that he was still there. He sat up and removed his pants along his boxers, freeing his cock, your eyes widened at his size, long and thick. He smiled proudly.

“It’s too big.” You said worryingly but he took that as a compliment. Hooking his hand under the waistband of your shorts he pulled them down, revealing your panties. White with a small bow adorning it, just the kind he imagined you would wear.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit.” He patted your hip indicating for you to lift them so he could fully undress you. The sight of you bare, under him, lips red and puffy from kissing, messy hair and the bright purple mark on your neck made his cock jump. Wrapping his hand around it he pumped it a few times, capturing the moment in his memory. Getting up he walked to the coat hanger next to the door and fetched his wallet to open and pull a shiny package from it, you got a good vision of his backside. Muscular back, toned biceps and a nice ass, you definitely scored with this one. He walked back to you and settled between your legs, pulling them up to rest against his thighs. He carefully unwrapped the package and pulled the condom out, throwing the plastic somewhere, he didn’t really care. Wrapping his cock with the rubber he inched closer to your center and used one of his hands to guide his dick up and down in between your folds, teasing you.

“Leon put it in already.” You whined, hands reaching out for his hips in an attempt to pull him to you, but you already knew this would be no help, he was bigger and stronger than you. He started feeling bad but seeing you so desperate like this was a huge turn on, maybe he would stay like this for a couple more moments. While admiring your face he noticed how watery your eyes had gotten.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re that hungry for my cock?” He asked, smirking. “I’ll give it to you, if you ask nicely-”

“Please Leon! Just fuck me! Fuck me until the only thing I can feel is your cock inside of me!” You didn’t even let him finish his sentence. He got the note fast. Pushing his hard member inside of you he groaned and threw his head back, hands flying to your waist, pulling you close to him. You moaned so loud you were sure you would get complaints the next morning, even a fine.

“So tight.” He said, voice coming out mixed with his own moans. “So warm.” He praised and lowered his body to meet your neck, kissing it to distract you from the hurtful stretch he knew you felt because you kept clamping on his cock. You stayed still for a second for you to adjust to his size. “I’m gonna move, okay?” He said and looked you in the eyes, you let out a quiet ‘mhm’ and before you could say anything else he started moving, heavy cock dragging inside of you, tip hitting your spot just right to make you see stars. You felt his hand move down to your clit, circling it and making the pleasure feel more intense.

“Don’t- Don’t stop!” You begged, hands moving to his back, your nails creating long red scratch marks against his skin, almost as deep as the scars he already had. His hips moved in the perfect rhythm, hitting you so deep and so good. If you paid attention you could hear faint whimpers coming from him. His hands were glued to your waist so hard it would definitely leave marks. The room was filled with both of your moans and the sound of skin slapping, Leon moved his hand to caress your ass and give it an experimental squeeze, feeling you tighten around him.

“You like that?” He asked, pressing it even harder. He didn’t have to hear you admit it to know you wanted him to take it further. Then, his squeeze turned into a light slap, you let out a louder moan. “You like it rough, huh? Such a cute girl, I would have never imagined it.” He laughed and moved his torso so he would have space to throw your legs over his shoulders, then press them down against your chest, allowing him to hit even deeper inside of you. 

“Wait! Ah!” You protested. “So deep!” You screamed, and he took that opportunity to tease you. He slowed down and pulled his cock all the way out of your pussy, leaving only the tip inside.

“Want me to stop?” He asked, fake sympathy in his tone.

“No!”

“That’s what I thought.” He slammed his hips back, earning another scream from you. You bit your lips, shy that the neighbors were hearing you being a slut for a man you had just met, especially one that was way older than you. “No… What did I say? I want to hear those pretty sounds.” He used his pointer and thumb to pull your chin down, opening your mouth, he also took this as a chance to insert his thumb between your lips. He saw your eyes roll back and your head hit the couch. He also noticed one of the pillows you previously took from your room was now on the floor, thinking fast he took it from the ground and lifted your hips using his to place the pillow under your lower back, angling your hips just right so he could finally hit the spongy spot inside of you. That’s when you broke. Tears ran down your cheeks to your hair, wetting it in a mixture of sweat, your lips apart making your throat echo the most pornographic sounds you ever made. Leon’s movements sped up, knowing that you were also at your climax.

He was also chasing his high. You didn’t notice but one of his hands was holding the armrest so hard it almost made holes in it, he never had pussy like yours, so wet and tight, he was in heaven. Grunting loudly he looked down to see where the both of you connected, the graphic scene doing it for him. “Fuck, you’re so good.” He praised.

“Leon, I’m gonna cum!” When you said that the lights suddenly turned back on, which made you get a better look at the man on top of you, his cheeks were red, sweat was dripping down his face and his hair was pushed all the way back, except from some strands that fell while he fucked you, clinging to his forehead. You looked to the door, scared Grace might walk in on you, you had no idea of the time. Leon noticed you drifting your attention away so he pulled your face back into where it was, so he could look at you.

“Look at me while I fuck you.” He commanded, never stopping his hips from railing you.

“What if - oh my God - what if Grace comes back.?” You asked and he moved your head so you could see the creamy mess being made between you and his cock disappearing into your pussy. 

“Then she’ll see how much of a slut you really are.” He said and pushed his dick so deep he felt your cervix kiss his tip. You moaned loudly and finally came. A wave of pleasure washed over you, making you tremble and tighten your cunt around him. But Leon didn’t stop, he also wanted to finish inside of you. 

“Too much!” You screamed, pushing your hand against his stomach, to which he pulled it away.

“You were being so good to me, what happened?” He sped up. “Stay quiet and let me fuck you.” He punctuated every word with a thrust that felt too overwhelming, way more than you could handle it. Leon noticed it, in fact, he liked it and made his personal goal to make you cum again and make a mess all over him. He slowly moved his hand to your chest, then to your neck, he looked at you waiting for a non-verbal consentment and when you nodded he went to town. Wrapping his hand around it, he squeezed just enough to make your head feel fuzzy. “How about you cum one more time, huh?” He asked, pushing you to your limit. 

“I can’t!” You sobbed, scratching his back even harder. 

“Yes you can, you did so good earlier, you can do it again, yeah?” He praised, encouraging you to push your hips even closer than they already were to his. Leon felt his own high getting closer so he moved faster, not wanting to leave you hanging, in fact, he wanted to cum at the same time as you, he was a messy man, there was nothing he wanted more than to ruin the couch and the covers around you. “Why don’t you make a mess for me? Come on.” 

“No, I can’t!” You protested, shaking your head and making his grip on your neck tighten, throwing you over the edge. 

“Stop doubting yourself, pretty girl.” He said, now caressing your neck, a sweet contrast to how he was fucking you down there. “Such a sweet pussy.” His praise lit a fire inside of you, one you couldn’t quite describe but it burned down your core, forcing reaction after reaction out of you, until you felt that familiar feeling coming back, only this time it was stronger. Your legs started to shake violently and your eyes filled up with tears.

“I’m gonna-” And before you could finish your orgasm washed over you, making a mess, soaking Leon’s legs and the couch under you. He had this smile on his face that went from ear to ear.

“That’s my girl.” When he said that he felt your cunt tighten around him, pushing him over the edge. He didn’t want this to be over, what he wanted the most was to keep playing with you and test all of your limits but he was also scared your roommate would show up and ruin the fun, he would have to test his luck and hope that you will want to see him again. His thrusts turned sloppy, using the last of his strength to fuck you harder and cum. All he wanted was to fill you up to the brim, and then see it all leaking from your tight hole, but that would have to wait, maybe after taking you out for dinner? 

He delivered his final thrust with a loud throaty groan, spilling inside of the condom, making you feel his warm cum against your wall. You whined, wishing the rubber wasn’t blocking him from creaming you. He still held his body weight by his arms placed beside your head, his face centimeters away from yours, you could feel his hot breath against your skin. He took off the condom before tying it shut and placing it on the floor.

You reached a hand out towards his face and wiped away a single drop of sweat, he leaned against it, chasing the feeling of your touch. He would love to stay like this for longer but his arms were giving out, he was an old man, afterall. He sat up into his knees and looked around to see the mess the two of you had made, there was a huge wet stain in the couch, the blankets were everywhere, one of the candles fell down and there was wax all over the coffee table, each piece of clothing was in a different place and, somehow, your panties made all the way to the other side of the room. Using your arms you lifted yourself up to the same level as Leon. “Holy shit.” You said and he burst out laughing. “What?” You asked.

“Nothing, just this.” He held out his hand and you grabbed it, he pulled you into a sitting position and then stood up before scooping you into his arms and walking towards the bathroom. He sat you down on the counter and turned on the shower, creating a warm and steamy atmosphere. “You okay? Was I too rough?” He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear that revealed the hickey he left on your neck. “Sorry about that.” You looked back and into the mirror and saw the mark, you hissed when touching.

“It’s okay. I’ll just have to wear turtle necks for the rest of the week.” You joked.

“Hop into the shower, I’ll go clean up the place.” He said and helped you out of the counter and into the water, even though the water was warm it wasn’t enough. “You really want to burn your skin off, do you?” You only giggled at his question before he walked out of the bathroom.

The living room was a complete mess, he managed to find his boxers and put them on before beginning to pick up the clothes splattered around the floor. “What the fuck?” Said a voice from behind him, specifically from the door. Turning around he saw Grace standing up, backpack and keys still in hand, he froze. She scanned the room and placed the pieces together before looking down and seeing a pair of panties on the floor. “Did you two just…” She began but didn’t find the courage to finish her sentence. “Where is Y/n?”

“In the shower.” He said, still holding your shorts. Grace dropped her things and stared Leon right in the eyes.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t see this and…” She stopped when her eyes landed on the couch and then on the carpet. “Please don’t tell me that is what I think it is.”

“I’m not going to say it but…” He nodded his head with his lips pressed together. Grace walked back to the hallway, not saying a word more to Leon. He could hear her knocking on the bathroom door and then entering.

So now, here you were, legs trembling and wrapped in your blanket that still had that stain - which Grace forbade you to wash it off as a form of punishment - and knowing Leon was just steps away from you, crashing on the couch. Your phone buzzed from your nightstand and you picked up to see it was a text from Leon. ‘Got your number from the note on the fridge.’

You smiled at the message and then saw three dots moving at the bottom of the chatroom. ‘Let me take you out sometime.’

To which you replied with ‘sure, would love to”.

you were on your closing shift at work, and the only thought inside your head was to hurry and head home. while you were taking out the trash, you saw a black cat sitting not too far from the huge green container. it was as if it was waiting for you to leave so it could find dinner.

“hey,” you began slowly walking towards it, your hands stretched out to the sides. you’ve done this plenty of times before, you had a family cat of your own so you understand that all these feisty little creatures wanted— was respect.

the cat did not move, but you could see that it’s sense was heightened and it was being on guard. when you finally crouched down before it, you were relieved that it did not run away.

“are you hungry?” you asked, head perched on your knees as you held yourself back from trying to pet it.

it meowed, as if it could understand you. a small smile crept up to your face and you held both your hands out.

“want to come home with me?” you offered, slightly nudging your hands in its face in hopes he would accept you.

the cat blinked at you once, then it stretched its neck as it took a few sniffs at your hand. much to your surprise, it began nuzzling into your palms and you almost shouted in glee.

so you ended up taking the cat home in a box you found in the storage room, made a stop at the convenience store to get some cat food and then you went home.

you found out the cat was a male when you were giving it a bath. which made sense since he was a bit large compared to other stray cats that lingered around the area.

the cat finished his meal almost instantly, and you were relieved that he still had his appetite. the feline took a stroll around your living room, sniffing at your furnitures and rubbing himself against them when he felt it. in your head, you begin brainstorming names.

“do you want a name?” you asked him, but the cat did not pause to look at you and you laughed to yourself. “never mind, figured you don’t want to stay here long.”

after doing your bedtime routine, you decided to pick up your book and continue with where you stopped at last night. as you were flipping through the pages and with your mind occupied with the texts on them, you did not notice the cat walking into your bedroom. you only did when you felt a weight on your lap.

“oh hello there,” you giggled as you pet his head. the creature purred and nuzzled into your palm like it did earlier, loving the attention. “i guess we can share the bed.”

he looked at you with a blank expression when you said that. as if he was telling you that sharing the bed was non-negotiable, and you should know that.

“you’re so cute,” you cooed, tossing your book at the edge of the bed so could give all your attention to your new companion. “maybe i should keep you.”

glancing outside your window, your eyes sparkled at the sight of the bright, full moon. you suddenly remembered a story your grandma used to tell you when you were young, that if you made a wish to the moon— it will be granted. you know at this age you should not believe such tales, but that innocence inside you yearned for it to be true.

“i wished it was a handsome man in my bed instead of you tonight, honestly.” you huffed as you set the cat next to you.

he meowed softly and curled his body, prepared to sleep. you rolled your eyes at how nonchalant the feline was, but you knew it was only their nature.

“good night to you too, handsome boy.” you murmured as you left a peck on his head.

you woke up the next morning with a heavy feeling on your chest, like something was pressing down on you. it wasn’t to the point it was suffocating, it was just very uncomfortable. in addition, the sunlight that bled through the window seemed to force you to wake up from your deep slumber.

a loud, sharp scream tore from your mouth when you saw something that should not be in your room as soon as you open your eyes.

on top of you, a strange naked man slowly opened his eyes and stretched his limbs as he yawned. even to your surprise, him being naked was not the most shocking part—

— it was the pair of black ears on top of his head and the long fluffy black tail that grew out his back.

Indulgences of a quieter sort— The rather yummy features of each, in a way that isn't quite vulgar, but most certainly whets the appetite.

Anyway, let’s get into the short details of this post! Shall we? 😁

Summary: (Y/n) was just doing their daily routine of life in their home when- BAM! They get reincarnated into gachiakuta as a cat. The thing is, they don’t think they’re just any ol’ cat….

Warnings: noob author, gn reader, and others.

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You had just finished watching an episode of gachiakuta before taking a break to reload on junk food when IT happened…..

It was unexpected when it happened. You were getting your favorite junk food from your lovely stash. It was a blue and pink portal that appeared beneath your feet, you didn’t have much time to realize what is happening before you drop your food and sink into the portal all in a second.

You didn’t know what was going on but you did know you weren’t this freaking small! Apparently, when you were still passed out, the world thought it be funny to make everything and everyone bigger except for you…. At least, that’s what you thought it was….

You got turned into a cat, you got teleported to another place that you have no clue of (but looks familiar….).

And now…. You’re being carried by your armpits by a boy you’re very familiar with; rudo surebrec, the protagonist from the very show you were watching before all this mess….

You could only stare at the boy as he walked with you in his arms to his and regto’s house, thankfully he didn’t pass any bullies so it was a quiet walk there besides rudo’s muttering.

When regto saw what rudo bring home this time, he was shocked as usually rudo would bring home trash to repair and sell not a cat.

Rude was able to convince regto to keep the cat, surprisingly didn’t take much besides him teasing rudo about it like he does with chiwa. Soon the two, now three, get into a good rhythm of things……. But all good things must come to an end it seems….

The day of where things would change for rudo; and for you as well, regto dying by the masked man, rudo getting sentenced to the pit, rudo joining the cleaners….. all with happen today. The question is, how will you be apart of all this?

You know you wanted regto alive, and you’re going to try to achieve that the best you could. Fate had other plans it seem….

Regto died, you were knocked out and left for dead trying to save him, and rudo is still being sentenced to the pit, not just for being believed to have ‘murder’ regto but also for believing he ‘killed’ a innocent cat.

You were getting pissed off by the minute now, at yourself, at the world, and at the sphere. It’s probably been hours since you passed out and rudo got dropped to the pit, and now that you’re awake? You’re going to make it EVERYONE’S problem…..

Chiwa, who tried to take you to give you a ‘proper’ burial as the apostles only took regto’s body to be buried (even if it’s not a nice burial as he deserves) but you gave a scratch at her, both because of her not believing in rudo, and to put you down.

Next thing everyone in the slums knew was that a cat jumped out and over the ledge of their home into the pit, willingly!

You remembered that the sphere doesn’t stay in one place for long so you probably wouldn’t have any luck finding rudo and would probably die trying, but you could still have hope that you have the reader halo affect and luck on things going your way…… you didn’t know how right you were.

You first expected to die from the fall, when you survived that you expected to die from the poisonous air, when both scenarios didn’t happen you leaped for joy! Your bouncing around made the collar around your neck jingle and jangle with every movement you made.

Ah…. You remember that. Regto had given it to you so as to show you were being cared for and stuff, you never got a chance to get a good look at the design but you didn’t really cared as you’re just glad you still had it as it became important to you…. Especially after regto died…

Anyway! You’re now off to find rudo! And nothing will stop you!

Oooooh, you hate it here! Even with how silent your feet you still get attacked by trash beasts!! But you did find out about something that your cat body can do- let’s save that for later as you needed to run from this annoying trash beast!

You FINALLY made it to a safe zone from no man’s land, and surprisingly, the safe zone you went into was the one where the cleaners HQ was.

You walked into the front door like you owned the place and stared at semiu, she spoke as if it wasn’t the cat that came through the door but a team that came back from their mission.

When she didn’t get any replies whatsoever she decided to look up, only to find not a soul there in the lobby. She narrowed her eyes before getting up to investigate to see if it wasn’t her imagination or not.

What she didn’t know was the silent steps of a cat following her to see if they couldn’t get any information on rudo’s whereabouts, and she won’t find out until much later.

Notes:

Since this has gone longer than I had wanted it and I haven’t even gotten to the part I wanted to end this on, I decided to leave the notes of the short version of how the rest went. This post was supposed to be shorter than this but I got carried away unintentionally by putting in more detail. 😅 so yea….. now you have these notes.

(Y/n) went off after getting information of rudo’s whereabouts and found him battling against jabber, him being on the mission that lured the group with that fake spherite

Semiu didn’t find anything of note and didn’t notice (Y/n) presence at all.

(Y/n) becomes a giver. Shocking everyone that was there in the battle against jabber before enjin and the others came.

Enjin and the others were shocked to see a cat going up against the raider.

Rudo cried when he saw you there beside him, hugging you in relief and to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

Enjin tried picking you up, resulting in him having many scratches on his face.

Tamsy was the only one that was able to hold you besides rudo.

Rudo glared at tamsy in result.

Back at the cleaners HQ, practically everyone was smitten with you as cats are hard to come by and are usually mean if there is any, same with other pet-like animals (not canon! Just a headcanon since I don’t really know the situation with the animals in the pit of gachiakuta yet, if there is ever going to be a mention of it, so yea! Don’t quote me on that! 😅)

Team akuta and team eager soon finds out that you’re a GIVER, which shocked them as they didn’t know animals could be givers. Thing is, they didn’t know you were actually a human from the start.-

They found out about you being a giver on the mission where they meet amo. That’s also not all they found out about you-

(Y/n) collar is apart of the watchman series (I forgot to mention this 😅).