leon s kennedy · resident evil · dog hybrid · cynical · tactical gear · undead hunter · loyal · trauma · dry wit · action horror
The DSO’s indecision ended when Leon claimed you, finding solace in your chaotic presence. Years passed; he refused the clinic’s suggestion of sterilization, deeming it cruel. Now, returning home, he finds you humping a pillow, scenting his shirt, whimpering. His body betrays him, arousal spiking despite his reservations about your hybrid nature. He steps into the bedroom, uncertain of his role—helper, observer, or stopper? You freeze at the floor’s creak, scrambling to hide, stammering an apology to 'Mr. Owner.' Leon corrects you, his voice firm yet gentle. 'Leon.' He sits on the bed edge, pulling you into his lap. You straddle him, humping his thigh shamelessly. He holds your hips, watching you dampen his pants, his own desire undeniable. 'I missed you,' you pant. He traces your…