#~eras leon kennedy

[writingwisterias]

how would eras of leon respond to jealousy/yearning with sex?

Hi Anon!

Thanks for the request...I had a lot of fun thinking about this one 👀

Ok ok I'm cracking down on requests! I promise I needed a day to recover from work 💗

Warnings: NSFW, Yearning, Jealousy, Sexual Tension, MNDI

GN!Reader

RE2:

Just for something different, I'm doing a no Apocalypse AU for this one

You sit opposite him, your desks are connected. You were always so kind to him compared to the other officers

Both of you always get along well when you are paired for patrol etc

But he's not the only one that has eyes on you, every other officer seems to as well

He hates feeling jealous that the other officers are talking to you, touching you as they past and you are entertaining them?

There's a staff party and everyone is buying you drinks and chatting, he barely has a chance to speak to you. After all you are his only friend

What he didn't know is you are frustrated from all the attention and you are just trying to get to Leon

When you finally reach him, he's in a mood and it doesn't take long for you to realize hes jealous.

Maybes it's the drinks in your system or the small crush you have on him bubbling in your chest. But you kiss him

He's shocked at first, but recovers fast. His lips are desperate

Spots all the officers back off when he kisses you, so then his touch becomes possessive claiming you as his.

He'll make sure he's the only one you think about when you both leave and he takes you home. 👀

RE4R:

He's touched starved so anyone even approaches you with the intention of sex he's immediately jealous

He's confident enough that you won't go for someone else, even if you aren't exclusive but he'll be pissed off for a while

His jealous would come out in the form of silence,

like he's giving you the silence treatment until you figure out what's wrong and fix it

I think he would probably insert himself into the situation but more of him being a presence there than actually joining in...again silent treatment.

If you don't give him attention he's very heavy with eye contact, constantly trying to get you in his eyeline so he can watch you

Infinite darkness:

The most verbal about being jealous,

like he will pull you away and probably whisper to you how you are making him jealous

Longer touches as well, on your hip or lower back..he's making sure you notice it's there

I think he'll just constantly remind you of his presence until you eventually cave

To make him jealous it would be entertaining other people in an awkward conversation, like if someones asking you to dinner or whatever and your reply is "I'll have a look at my schedule" or "let me get back to you"

You probably aren't going to do either of those things but Leon doesn't like it, he'll make sure your schedule is full of him

Damnation:

I like the idea that he doesn't care enough to get jealous, like if you don't want him he will accept defeat and it will add to the list of other things wrong with his life

But he won't hide the fact he wants you

I imagine it's a situation where he's rough with everyone but you

The rest of his department constantly digs at him for this, it makes you blush when you finally notice it

Heavy eye contact on you, like constantly watching what you are doing around the office etc

It's when you are on a mission together that you finally cave and give him what he wants, and you definitely don't regret it

RE6:

I think he would be in the same boat as damnation where he doesn't really get jealous but he does show that he wants you

With his intense scenes with Ada as well he would make it even more prominent that he wants you

Whenever it's to show Ada that he's moved on or it's to show you that he still wants you

That's up to you

But he's going to make it known that there's nothing to worry about, he's smart enough to understand how him caring for Ada might seem he's still hung up on her

Vendetta:

I like the idea of you being a bartender at the bar he constantly visits

He enjoys your attention and sympathy, often having long chats about anything but his work

As soon as someone needs you though or you turn to serve another customer he's instantly jealous

You want him too, it's obvious. But not drunk and in the state of mind he's in

You understand that he would be good with that commitment and probably a loving partner but he needs to heal first

You put up with his drunken exclamations how he loves you and wants you, his constant staring and snarling at other customers

It's cute that he wants you that badly but until he sobers up and shows some signs of self improvement you won't do it

It does increase the heat from him, but he'll be thankful when he does eventually get sober

Death Island:

Super super jealous

Like you are an angel in his eyes why are you hanging out with someone else?

Why are you talking to one of his co workers? You don't need to entertain that asshole you are his

You aren't actually though, not yet

Both of you tip toeing on this line of friends and lovers

A game of seeing who caves first

He does, pressing you into a kiss that you can't forget. It was rushed after he had a close call with the virus.

Yet it leaves you logging for more, he's just waiting until you finally admit it to him

[melanchol1cs]

FRUITS OF THE FLESH.

widow!reader x priest!leon

word count: 3.4k summary: a man reaps what he sows. masterlist | taglist | wips

18+ MDNI. catholicism, religious connotations, no specific time frame but i’d like to say victorian era-ish, alot of allusions to the lord or god, reader’s dead husband idk, inner conflict, denial, guilt, leon asking for forgiveness like a hundred times, kissing, oral(r!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex.

a/n: started this like two months ago, just had the motivation to finally finish. i don’t really know how i feel about my writing on this one… i feel like i’ve lost all my skills after not writing for a few weeks

grief is truly a horrible thing. an all-consuming force that threatens to eat you from the inside out.

it’s a shadow that lingers, a specter that moves silently but persistently, weaving itself into the fabric of every moment. it does not announce its presence with fanfare, nor does it depart when you will it to. instead, it creeps, slow and steady, like the cold wind before a storm, pressing against your chest until breathing feels like a sin.

grief is not a feeling; it is a presence. it is a weight, heavy and suffocating, as if drowning in a dark, endless sea. the surface is so far above, unreachable, and the water presses in from all sides, choking the breath from your lungs. there’s simply no escaping it. eve when you close your eyes, hoping for a moment of peace, it finds you there too.

grief is a thief that takes more than just what you’ve lost—it takes time, peace, and clarity. it takes pieces of you.

and ever since your husband’s death, you’ve been trying to pick those pieces back up. but they slip through your fingers like sand, scattering in the wind, impossible to gather in their entirety. every attempt to rebuild feels futile, as though you’re trying to piece together a puzzle with missing parts, the picture never quite forming the way it once did.

the room is relatively empty, save for a few devout attenders who are spread out in their pews. the priest stands on the altar, the candlelight casting a soft glow on his features as he continues the mass. it’s a somewhat traditional ceremony, filled with prayers and rituals that you’d grown accustomed to.

the priest stands before the small congregation, the words of the mass flowing effortlessly from his lips.

you sit near the back, hands folded tightly in your lap. the rhythmic cadence of the priest’s voice, the latin prayers echoing in the cavernous space, should bring you some semblance of peace, but it doesn’t. it feels distant, as though you’re watching the service through a veil, separated from the others.

the priest's voice drones on, a familiar melody that fails to soothe the ragged edges of your heart. you feel like an outsider, a stranger among the devoted faithful. even the rituals that once brought comfort now seem hollow, the prayers falling flat against the weight of your sorrow.

as the mass draws to a close, the priest's eyes meet yours, his gaze piercing and knowing. for a moment, you feel like an animal trapped in his sights, vulnerable and exposed.

the priest's gaze lingers on you a moment longer than necessary as he processes the end of the mass. the small congregation begins to file out of the pew, murmuring gentle blessings and well-wishes to one another. he watches them go, his eyes lingering on each face, before turning to face you once more.

the nave slowly empties, leaving only a handful of devotees behind, including yourself. he remains at the altar, hands folded in quiet contemplation. the soft rustle of the evening breeze carries the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a melancholy reminder of the passing seasons.

"you stayed behind," leon observes, his voice a gentle whisper.

"is there something on your mind, my child?" he approaches you slowly, his large frame casting a long shadow across the stone floor.

“no, father, everything’s fine," you lie through your teeth, your voice barely a whisper.

"is all well?" there's a pause, and in it, you sense an invitation to share your burdens, to unburden yourself to this man of the cloth. but the words stick in your throat, tangled around the aching void your husband left.

what could you possibly say? what good would it do? the priest's eyes search yours, his face etched with compassion. then, he nods, as if he understands the futility of words.

he accepts your silence, his gaze softening with understanding. in this sacred space, he knows better than to pry, to force confessions or unburdenings. instead, he allows you the solitude you crave, the quiet contemplation you so desperately need.

the silence between you stretches on, a fragile truce that exists solely in this sacred space. it's a comfort, of sorts, to have this shared quiet, a reminder that even in the depths of your grief, there are still moments of solace to be found.

"i'll leave you be for now," leon says eventually, his voice a gentle murmur that breaks the spell.

"thank you, father." he nods, a small, reassuring smile playing on his lips as he takes his leave, the soft rustle of his robes the only sound in the hallowed space.

eventually, you rise, stretching your stiff limbs. the cool stone beneath your feet is a jarring contrast to the warmth of the pew. making your way to the front of the church, you light a candle, your fingers brushing against the smooth glass as you set it upon the altar. the flame flickers to life, casting a warm, golden glow over the surrounding statues.

you linger a moment longer, savoring the peaceful atmosphere, before making your way out.

the church is bathed in an eerie, moonlit glow when you return late that night. the candle you lit earlier still burns, its flame a slowly dying down.

you move with a quiet reverence, your footsteps muffled by the soft carpeting as you make your way to the front row of pews. you've come seeking answers, but none present themselves as you approach the altar. the statue of the crucified christ looms above, his suffering face a poignant reminder of the pain that accompanies loss.

the shadows cast by the statues seem to deepen and twist, taking on a life of their own in the dim light. a shiver runs down your spine, the fine hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. something feels off, a discordant note that you can't quite place.

you pray, hoping it’ll all go away, but unease persists.

it's subtle at first, a whispered thought on the edge of your consciousness. but the longer you have your back turned, the more you feel as if someone is behind you. but you don’t dare look.

not until it speaks.

“what are you doing here, my child?," you hear him say softly, his voice carrying a note of gentle warning. "you shouldn't be here this late."

his words send a chill down your spine, the softness of his tone at odds with the tension emanating from him. you slowly turn around, your heart pounding in your chest. leon stands just behind your seat, his silhouette large and imposing against the blackness outside. his eyes glint in the candlelight, a predatory keenness that makes your blood run cold.

"father," you stammer, trying to keep your voice steady. "i... i just felt the need to pray," he takes a step closer, his footsteps deliberate and heavy.

"at this hour? prayers can wait till morning. you shouldn't be here, not alone, not now.”

“but, why?” you ask, a hint of fear creeping into your voice. “does the church not allow visitors at any time?”

guilt pricks at his heart, a sharp pang of conscience that he's not entirely sure he wants to acknowledge. “no, of course not. the church doors are always open. but this is late, and you're alone... it's just not safe,” his tone is gentle, but there's an undercurrent of something else - a hunger he's trying his damnedest to suppress.

“is that really the reason, father?”

guilt gnaws at him, a growing sense of unease that he can't quite shake. "of course, that's the only reason," he lies, his voice wavering slightly. but the truth lingers in the air, a palpable tension that he can't seem to dissipate.

he takes a step closer, drawn to you like a moth to flame despite his better judgment. "perhaps... perhaps i misjudged. the church's doors are always open, for the faithful and the lost alike," his eyes roam over your face, drinking in the curves of your features, the softness of your skin in the candlelight. “especially to you.”

a low groan escapes him, half-desire, half-anguish. "forgive me, child. i should not be saying these things,”

“no, wait—“ you softly reach for his arm.

he freezes at the touch, his breath catching in his throat as your fingers make contact with his arm. the sensation sends a jolt of electricity through him, his resolve crumbling like sand beneath the tide.

"don't," he whispers, his voice rough with strain. "please, don't." but even as the words leave his lips, he can't bring himself to pull away, to sever the connection between you.

“but i haven’t done anything, father,”

"you've done plenty, my child," he murmurs, his voice thick with a mix of longing and self-loathing. "just by being here, by existing... you've awakened desires i thought long buried." leon's breathing grows ragged, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

he steps closer still, the heat of his body radiating towards you like a physical manifestation of his turmoil. "i am a man, not a saint," his confession hangs in the air, heavy with the weight of his forbidden attraction.

“and…” he shakes his head, a bitter struggle that leaves him weak-kneed and aching. "i should send you home," he murmurs, his hand coming up to cover yours, to hold it in place. "before we both regret this.”

“no, please don’t push me away, father,” you plead.

his eyes flicker closed, as if in supplication to some higher power, as the admission spills from his lips: "i'm sorry, child. so very sorry for what i am about to do.”

his body crowds yours, crushing the air from your lungs with the sheer force of his need. his mouth descends, claiming yours in a bruising kiss that sets your very soul ablaze. the world narrows to the taste of him — smoke, spice, and something uniquely his own.

it's overwhelming, consuming, and yet, somehow, it's the most natural thing in the world.

and when you end up pushed up against his office desk, the wood cold and unforgiving against your back, you know things have gone irrevocably awry. his hands, so recently devoted to guiding prayer, now roam the curves of your body with a reverence bordering on the religious.

your lips part on a gasp, allowing him greater access, and he seizes the invitation with a fervor that leaves you breathless. large hands roam your body, mapping the contours of your frame with a desperation that belies his years of discipline. he breaks the kiss only to trail open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, your neck, the rapid beating of your pulse point a siren's call he's powerless to resist.

he's shaking, the tremors starting deep within, spreading outward through his muscles like ripples on a pond's surface.

"forgive me, lord," he whispers to himself, as if seeking divine absolution from the sin that he’s about to commit. but even as the plea leaves his lips, he doesn't let go. instead, he raises your hand to his lips, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to your knuckles.

then he's on his knees in front of you, hands grasping at the hem of your dress. the fabric rustles as he pushes it upward, baring your thighs to his hungry gaze. his breath is heavy, face mere inches from your center.

"tell me to stop," he pleads, his voice a ragged whisper. "command me to sin no more, and i will obey.”

for a moment, he teeters on the brink, the line between devotion and lust blurring until it's nearly indistinguishable. "please," leon's eyes lock onto yours, searching for the strength to resist, to obey his vows. but what he finds there is surrender, a silent plea that sends his resolve crumbling like the weakest brick.

"father," you breathe, his name a prayer on your lips.

he closes his eyes, a silent, anguished prayer issuing forth from his lips. his hands tremble as they part your legs wider, stealing a breath from your chest. slowly, reverently, he leans in, finally dragging you underwear down, exposing you to his gaze.

"you are so beautiful,"

his voice cracks on the words, a mixture of awe, reverence, and raw, animal desire. he can't tear his eyes away from your unveiled flesh, drinking in the sight like a man dying of thirst.

"pray with me," he murmurs, his breath hot against your slick folds. "ask for forgiveness, for the sins we are about to commit." even as he speaks, he's dragging his tongue along your inner thigh, the sensation making you gasp and shudder.

"our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name,”

his hands roam your hips, gripping the soft flesh as if to steady himself against the waves of his own depravity.

“thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven,"

each curve of your body yields to his touch as his fingertips traced a path of fire across your skin. desperation and control tangled within his gestures, gripping onto the softness beneath his hands as he strives to anchor himself against the tumultuous waves of desire and decadence that threaten to crash over him.

“glory be to the father, and to the son, and to the holy spirit…”

the words are a broken whisper, a plea for mercy that's drowned out by the urgent throb of his own need.

“amen.”

he brings his mouth to you at last, and with a groan of surrender, he begins to eat you out with a hunger that knows no bounds.

he laves at your clit with a fervor that leaves you panting and weak-kneed. you're a mess of whimpers and moans, your hands fisting in his hair as he works you over. leon's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into the flesh as he eats you out with a single-minded determination.

"yes, yes, just like that," you babble, your voice a desperate chant, even as your vision starts to blur at the edges.

one of his hands drifts lower, his fingers seeking out the entrance to your womb. he teases the delicate skin, tracing the outline of your slit before slipping a finger inside. a low groan rumbles in his chest at the slick heat that envelops him, urging him on.he works two fingers in and out of you in a steady rhythm, the lewd squelch of your juices only further fueling his own desire.

"please, father, i need—" the words die on your lips as a particularly intense thrust of his fingers sends you plummeting over the brink.

his eyes blaze with an unholy light as he takes in your ravished expression, his own need reaching a fever pitch. he surges to his feet, shedding his robe and shoving his pants down with a desperate haste. he reaches for you, pulling you forward effortlessly, as if you weigh nothing at all.

he wraps a hand around himself, stroking himself in time with the frantic beat of his heart. "i'm sorry," he whispers, his voice raw with anguish and guilt. "so very sorry."

he hovers over you, his thick length prodding, seeking entrance to the very core of your being. you help guide him in, a hand slowly pushing back on the back if his neck as the thick head of his cock breaching your entrance with a slight burning sensation. he groans, his hips bucking forward as he sheathes himself fully within you.

for a moment, you're both still, letting the intensity of it all wash over you.

and he starts to move forward, inch by inch, the wooden desk creaks in protest beneath you. his eyes squeeze shut as he buries himself to the hilt, your slick walls clenching around him like a vice.

"oh, my lord, forgive me," he breathes, his forehead coming to rest against yours as he struggles to still the tremors that rack his frame. "i am a man undone.”

he starts to move, slowly at first, each thrust a testament to the effort it takes him to resist the primal urge to rut into you like an animal in heat. his hips rise and fall in a deliberate rhythm, each stroke drawing a gasp from your lips.

"you feel so good," he rasps, his breath hot against your skin. he pulls nearly all the way out before plunging back in, the slick glide of his thick length a pleasure unlike anything you've ever known.

sweat drips from his brow as he pounds into you with a fervor that borders on religious ecstasy. each thrust is a prayer, a confession, a plea for absolution. his eyes never leave yours, searching for some glimmer of forgiveness in their depths.

"i'm— i’m close," he warns, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

your head rolls back, a silent moan escaping your lips as the pleasure mounts. his hands fly to your face, cradling your cheeks as he forces your gaze to meet his.

"please, please, don't look away." he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a chaste kiss. "i need to see you," he murmurs, his hips stuttering in their relentless rhythm as he fights for control.

he can feel the pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter within him until he's teetering on the precipice. his hands roam your body, kneading and squeezing as if trying to imprint every curve and valley onto his very being.

he's a hairsbreadth from the edge, the tension coiled so tightly within him that he's not sure he can contain it much longer. but for you, he'll try.

he'll endure the sweet agony of restraint. he leans in, his breath mingling with yours as he whispers a final plea.

"dear god, i'm so very sorry." the words are a prayer, a plea for forgiveness not just from the divine, but from you. he knows that what he's doing is wrong, that he's violating the sacred trust that he's been entrusted with as a man of the cloth. but in this moment, caught up in the maelstrom of his own desire, he can't bring himself to care.

he hooks an arm beneath your knees, pulling you higher up on the desk. the new angle allows him to drive even deeper, the head of his cock brushing against that spongy spot that has you seeing stars.

your body responds, arching up to meet him as a keening wail tears from your throat. he watches, entranced, as ecstasy washes over you in waves, your face a mask of rapturous bliss.

you finally feel his heat as it floods your innermost depths just moments later.

he collapses onto you, his weight crushing in its intimacy as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. his heart pounds against your ribcage, a frantic with regret and release.

he stays there, draped over you, his breathing ragged and uneven as he tries to regain some semblance of control. his body is slick with sweat, his muscles trembling with the aftershocks. slowly, he pulls back, his hands still cradling your face as he looks deep into your eyes.

his breath comes in ragged gasps as he struggles to regain some semblance of control, to quiet the chaos that rages within him.

"forgive me," he whispers, the plea hanging heavy in the air between you.

he knows it's not enough. he's broken the trust, violated the sacred vows he's taken. there's no going back from this, no easy path to redemption. the knowledge that he's failed, that he's fallen so very far from the path of righteousness, fills him with a deep, abiding shame. but for now, in this moment, he can only cling to the thin thread of your forgiveness and hope that it's enough.

tags: @crowleyco @withonly-sweetheart @fanilkychae

[birf]

[feng-shui71]

tfw your ex hurt you so bad you go to your little bro/son about it

[kyo-hiki]

babies are asleep, shhhh

[pixelwritez]

As an 80 follower appreciation post i’ve made up a list of headcannons of all the leon’s and what hybrid pet they would have cause i’ve really been into this as of late. :D <3

These are not in order but YAYY!! I CANT BELIEVE WERE ALMOST AT 100 FOLLOWERS ILYYY 🥰🥰 (Theres no actual smut scenes but there is some mention of it ;p)

Re 2- Kitty! He adopted you from a shelter because he’s seen hyrbids all over tv and at work. He took one look at you and just had to adopt you, your soft fur and big eyes staring up at him. He couldn’t say no. You were just adorable, your fluffy ears twitching whenever he mentioned something you liked. How you could curl into him at night and rub against him when he got home from work. You’re both young with a lot of energy, so playtime is big. He’s got you all kind of toys but you weren’t interested in them, you only wanted to play with him. He did have to scold you often for picking at his uniform, but he was soft to actually punish you. The only “punishment” he ever gave you was a five minute time out, which killed him. He made up for it with lots of kisses and cuddles.

Re4- Puppy, Now I love the idea of him with a pup hybrid for soo many reasons. He needs a puppy girl to greet him so nicely when he gets home from a long day of work. He plays fetch with you and ball, but his favorite is to wrestle. He just adores watching you squirm and struggle under him, sometimes he just lets you win because you look so cute perched into of him. He likes taking you on walks, to the park, and just cuddling. He’s older here, and has seen a lot more so I think he’d be more authoritative and disciplinary with you. Now he hates to do it but he will spank you if you’ve been bad, scolding you for tearing up his room while he was at work again. Like he would pick you up so much and just hold you I think it’s so cute. I also think when he takes you to the park he kinda uses you to flirt with women. You hate it, hate the idea of him getting with a girl but he likes to make you jealous. Just imagine him holding you and striking up a conversation with a random women, low-key bragging about you. You’d get pissed and growl and bark but he’d shush you. Do y’all see the vision or am I stupid.

ID- Bunny. Older leon with a soft bunny girl does something to me i swear. He spoils you rotten. Only the best for his bun, soft clothes and plushies every chance he gets. One of his friends at the DSO started talking about hybrids so he went to the shelter, he melted when he saw you. Your floppy ears, cute cotton tail, big round eyes, you were so fluffy! He was a weak man when it came to you, his favorite activity was to lounge around with you. Opposite from re4, but I don’t think he’d punish you here either. He’s such a tease here, flicking your tail or ears. He would just try to get you worked up every day. Much like re2 a little shake of his head would he the most punishment he’d give you. And he most definitely helps his poor bun out when she’s in heat. You just have so much energy! Round after round, sometimes he had to tell you to stop because he literally couldn’t take it anymore.

Vendetta- Puppy again! He was headed home one night when he saw some rustling in some boxes and pulled over. Now imagine his surprise when he saw a dirty shaking pup in a box :(. He just had to take you home, giving you a bath and dressing you in one of his shirts that was wayyy to big. You were very playful and sometimes it was hard to keep up with you. You listened to him well, one sharp whistle and you were right by his side. He never has to punish you here because you don’t do anything punishable. You definitely know better than to mess with him, that doesn’t mean you’re not a brat. You test his patience every day but he loves you, he stopped drinking because of you. He’ll never forget the look on your face when he came stumbling inside after getting way too drunk at the bar one night. Your confused expression, ears flat and tail still. Obviously confused on wheat was wrong with him but he was too drunk to explain or comfort you. You guys had a looong talk the next day. Lots of cuddles to make up for his behavior, I don’t think he’s necessarily love going to the park with you. But it’s pretty hard to say no when you were nosing at his leg begging him to get up.

Damnation- Genuinely I don’t know for him. I can literally see him with any of these tbh. Like with a pup he’s going to get you a cute pink collar and a matching leash. Constantly taking you out of the house because you loved the outdoors. He had to keep you on a tight leash though because you were a runner. With a kitty honestly it’s much more chill, he’s a lot lazier here so he’s down to lay in bed all day. His favorite way to spend the morning was cuddling with you under the blankets. I feel like bunny is the same concept as the kitty, like you both kinda lounge around all day. This one kinda sucks but he’s not my favorite leon tbh…

Re6- Kitty!! When he was trying to sleep one night he heard some noises coming outside so he had to investigate. He wasn’t expecting to see a little kitty rummaging through his trash. You were a shy thing at first, ears constantly pressed to your head, tail curled up, and fur all puffed out. It took a while to get you warmed up to him, get used to his scent, and realize he’s not that bad. You were still a little hesitant, but you loved him. When he came home from work you would purr and drag him to the couch for a mandatory cuddle session. He loved to dangle his keys over you for playtime and watch you bat at the metal. You were his good girl, always listening to him so again he never had to punish you. His favorite activity to do with you has to be playtime. The way your tail flicks and ears perk up reminds him life isn’t that bad. The only time he had trouble with you was during bath time.

DI- Bunny/Puppy. It’s honestly hard to pick one with him. I can definitely see him with a little bunnygirl, soft body jusy sticking to him. Lounging around all day, he fed you berries and veggies and it was adorable to watch you get all messy with food. He’s a softie here, so even if you’re a brat (you are) he won’t punish you. One time he tried to put you in time out but your soft cries made him immediately get you. He had to buy you a new plushie to make up for it. Now a puppy would be a lottt different. Constantly energetic, tail wagging as excited yips left your lips when you heard him turning the key in the door. You were all over him when he got home from work, ears perked up and you clung onto him. Refusing to let him go until he paid you enough attention, wanting head pats and ear scratches. He kinda let you do whatever, he knew you weren’t gonna run away if he let you off the leash. He also likes to tease you here, gently tugging on your tail to hear the noise you make. Or playing with your ears despite you saying how sensitive they are. I think he loves hiking with his pup, he equally love cuddling too. And yes, when you eventually get tired of walking he does carry you the rest of the way.

[holskeepsitreal]

idk if im a lesbian or wtv but this man could get it anyday of the week

im not even attracted to re4 leon or wtv but this leon......LORD HAVE MERCYYYYY

[writingwisterias]

Might be a weird request but could you do eras leon reacting to you telling him you wanna keep your shirt on during sex because your insecure?

Heyyy!

I can do this! I hope you have a great day 😘💕

Warnings: NSFW, Insecurities, Fluff, Comfort

Gn!Reader

RE2:

A sweet heart about it honestly

He would go to remove it at first, his hands itching to touch the skin underneath it but when you grab his wrist he instantly stops

His head is shooting up to look at you with concern thinking he's done something wrong

When you tell him his features falter slightly not in disappointment but just hurt that you feel like that

He'll make it his mission to show you how much he loves your body keeping the shirt on.

He wants you comfortable and if that will help then he's fine with it

Maybe eventually you'll feel comfortable enough

Re4r:

I like the idea that Leon is also haunted from his own scars,

no he's not bothered by them enough to keep his own shirt on but he understands more as to why you don't like it

He's not going to push you in anyway, he wants you to feel comfortable and fully be in the moment

So if having your shirt on is going to be the way that works for you then he's cool with that

He can kiss your breasts through the shirt anyway

Infinite darkness:

As soon as you let him know he'll respect it

but he's whispering sweet nothings about how much he loves your body and find it's so sexy

I'm talking like in detail about the effect you have on him and a simple thought it enough for him to get a raging boner

You are blushing mess by the end of the sex but he has helped you gain back some confidence at least

He won't try and find the route of your insecurities and just understand that everyone has them.

He wants you to know that he doesn't care and it's okay to be vulnerable with him

Damnation:

Might offer to swap out your shirt with one of his so it's looser

He doesn't care at the end of the day he just wants you comfortable

If you did swap to one of his shirts then at least the material is thin and breathable (thinking of his compression shirts) so you can still feel his touch and lips on your breasts through the fabric

His hands might slide underneath to hold you as I think he just enjoys skin to skin contact

If you don't like that then he'll just stop and hold you over the shirt or your thighs etc

RE6:

Places his hands either side of you away from that area

He doesn't want to draw attention to your insecurities only really make you feel good.

He'll avoid that area completely if you want him to

After sex he will sit and talk about it, opting to come up with ways that work for you in sex

I think Leon likes the skin to skin but is willing to sacrifice that are if you really don't want to.

There's always other ways he can gain the same contact.

Vendetta:

With his headspace I think he wouldn't really think about it

There's a lot happening in his head so its fair for him to respect your issues just like you respect his.

It would worry him, you are currently his main source of happiness by simply being happy

So hearing this he will work to make sure you appreciate yourself and know that he does as well.

He wont force you to do anything though, he's just going to make sure you are happy

He doesn't need the world ruining you too

Death Island:

I think he's the most compassionate one with the subject out of all of them

He's really going to nail it in your head that you are perfect, whilst still respecting your wishes

He's going to whispering and chanting to you everything he loves (Which is all of you)

Might occasionally pay extra attention to the area but only if you are having a good day, he wants to show you how much he loves it

Maybe leaving marks on your stomach so when you do look at it, you think about him instead of all the imperfections

[ladyantiheroine]

I just realized something.

In RE4 during the boat scene, Ada refers to Leon as “Leon S. Kennedy.”

When Leon introduced himself to her in RE2, he just called himself Leon Kennedy. No S. No Scott. And as far as I can remember, I don’t think he ever told her his middle name.

SO HOW DID SHE KNOW HIS MIDDLE NAME STARTED WITH AN S???

WAS SHE STALKING HIM?? DOING RESEARCH ON HIM?? KEEPING TABS ON HIM ALL THESE YEARS WHILE HE THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD??

[alicenpai]

2021 re2 and re4 doodles i unearthed, 2020-2021 were the years of art block for me - i drew a lot, but not too many of my drawings felt quite right. anyways... sherry finally got that puppy (big puppy...) and parrot she always wanted! im a big fan of taking a single obscure piece of dialogue/game mechanic/inventory item etc and then drawing it

[mandalhoerian]

GRAVEDIGGER act i: no time to die leon kennedy x oc

[lagooneah]

You know you love a character when you make a moodboard for them without prompt.

[thepunkranger]

I just need a Leon and Jill dynamic where Jill calls him “Boot” because he never technically stopped being a rookie and Leon follows after her on missions like an excited puppy

[phoenixmetaphor]

resident evil cowboy au??? resident evil cowboy au!

or maybe more like ‘western au’ but whatever. someone mentioned the words ‘cowboy au’ within my circle and that was all it took, i was gone on another extreme au adventure. have brainrot, will travel.

bonus initial concept sketch below — leon is older in it than in the comic and has graduated to dual pistols. chris remains grizzled.

[saturnplaza]

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. // 𝕄ℂℝ 𝕏 ℝ𝔼𝟚 ℂℝ𝕆𝕊𝕊𝔽𝕀ℂ

CHAPTER TWO

MORE MONSTERS AND OTHER SHIT

Here is the link to the original post (AKA fanfiction summary and chapter one)

~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER TWO SUMMARY~~~~~~~~~~~~

'Reader' and Leon traverse to the underground, just to be met with more horrors than on the surface.

Hope falters and regains over the time they spend under the station. There is no possible way to tell if they'll even make it back to the surface.

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Notes:

This chapter is fully centered around Leon and 'The reader' but as the story goes along there will be a lot of one-on-one time with each character

I tried to make the setting understandable for those who don't know about the game but are still reading, if its too vague please let me know and I'll revise it.

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With that being said I present to you:

[leqonsluv3r]

700 FOLLOWERS?????? YOU GUYS ARE INSANE OMG JESUSUSUSU <333 :,),),) I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO FEEL RN

i love you guys so much, i love you all. i’m literally dying. i cannot believe you guys. you guys are amazing, seriously. i promised you all i’d give you a face reveal at 600 but the fact that you guys SURPASSED IT AND NOW I HAVE 700??????? FUCKK :,)))))

again, thank you guys. i love you all. thank you for liking my silly little writing, it means so much. ❤️❤️❤️

but as promised…here is my face <33 pls be nice.