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Leon was captured?!?!

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Super old sketch based on an ancient Tiktok that has been deleted

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whatever you say beautiful

(so that re9 trailer...)

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rookie

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survive the night

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things gonna get messy

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save a horse, ride a cowboy!

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claireee hehehee💖💗💜

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Madonna and Child — Mia and Rosemary Winters

meant to accompany this one from a while ago:

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i love this loser

hihihihileigjelihjleighleigh

the chicken cantina taco crunch was like a 5.3/10 but maybe we can try a different taco 😈😈😈😈🥰

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for ur troubles

MMORRRRROOOOWWW YESS MAAMMMMM I LOVE YOU JILL VALENTINE

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satty Mukbang Era

hheeeeryyyyyyy babeeeeee

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HELPING HAND

leon kennedy x gn!reader

notes: mature language, college au, suggestive content, re2r adjacent. wc: 1.1k | m.list

when life couldn’t get any worse, you want to fuck a blond guy.

he keeps his white reeboks pristine, his hair is always well-kept and brushed neatly, his lips never seem chapped, and his fingernails look better than your own. with the way he holds his pencil and drags the graphite along the paper, his handwriting looks more perfect than a teenage girls in her diary.

this guy is seriously starting to piss you off.

“you got that?” leon asks.

you snap out of your brief daydream, gaze lifting from his hand holding a pencil to those wide blue eyes that can pull you in like a tide. “uh, yeah,” you say, sitting up straighter in your chair. clearing your throat, you glance to your notebook that leon had written in.

“good,” he says. “i think we can finish up for today then.”

he lets you take a look at his notes on your paper. turns out this tutoring thing is seriously needed. his handwriting fills the page, correcting all your errors. how were you supposed to know how to properly use semicolons and em-dashes? you had fucked up so many of those damn symbols, it looked like hundreds of halves of winky-face emoticons were attacking your paper before leon edited your work.

a sigh falls from your lips, and you lean back in your chair for a second. “this shit is driving me insane,” you mutter.

as you stand from your chair and pack away your notebook, leon tilts his head up to look at you. it’s a pretty sight, but he ruins it when he opens his mouth.

“at least you’re not bored,” he jokes.

god, that horrible humor of his just makes you want to drop to your knees and unzip his pants to get him to shut up. however, the little smile he has makes up for the shitty joke. you can’t help the corners of your lips lifting in response, and you’re sure leon’s proud that he got you to react positively to his joke.

“whatever, blondie.” you wave your hand in dismissal of his words, pulling your bag’s strap over your shoulder. “same time thursday?”

he stands from his chair, gesturing to the door of his dorm room. “yeah.” he nods. “i’ll walk you out.”

that earns a slight laugh from you. “walk me out,” you repeat with a roll of your eyes. “you’re walking me, like, two feet to the door.”

“it’s still walking you out,” he counters. he opens the door for you, and you step out into the hall. you give a small wave before turning, and the door clicks shut behind you.

your next tutoring session comes by, and you quickly realize you can’t pay attention for the life of you. sure you get distracted during class, but your professor is the worst at explaining the damn language she speaks. it isn’t your fault you’re failing, and it isn’t your fault that your tutor is so distracting.

the tone of leon’s voice is always light; it’s softer than most boys you talk to. you notice how his brows briefly furrow when he re-reads a sentence, or when he makes a mistake and has to erase what he wrote. his tongue sometimes darts out to wet his lips, bringing his bottom lip in for just a moment.

he’s a pretty boy with cute habits. from hours of being tutored, there’s hours of staring. it’s almost laughable at how you’ve now memorized the little details of his. the beauty marks and light dusting of freckles littering his fair skin, the small indent at his chin, the soft curve and tiny bump along his nose—you’ve memorized it all.

and as he goes on and on, verbally editing your essay that’s due tomorrow, you just want to shut him up with a kiss. it’s nice of him to take time out of his day to tutor you. he won’t take cash payment, he’s said so numerous times, and you’re no good with your words. however, you know that the phrase ‘actions speak louder’ exists for a reason.

“i think if you were to move this sentence from here to the beginning, it’ll read more smoothly,” leon says.

his head lifts, baby blue eyes finding yours, and his lips part to continue speaking. you don’t allow him to continue when you lean in and cut him off with your lips pressing to his. he almost freezes as your lips meet and your palm cups his jaw, but his eyes quickly flutter shut and his lips purse against yours when he registers what the hell just happened.

it’s a little too short for his liking. when you pull back and lower your hand from his jaw, leon’s almost disappointed. he wants to reach out and bring you back in for another, but he’s damn near shell-shocked. not even a stupid quip can fall from his lips.

you, however, can make a stupid quip. “you talk too much,” you say. leon finally finds his footing and brings you in for another kiss.

one more thing you quickly realize is that, despite his awkwardness, leon actually knows what he’s doing. his hand skims along the muscle of your thigh before resting at your hip, drawing you closer to his body. it’s difficult, since you’re sitting in two different chairs, angled oddly, but you get the message and lift yourself from your seat.

with him manspread, your knee rests between his thighs against the wooden seat of the chair. both your palms cradle his face as you lean over him, kissing him over and over again. you’re kissing him like he’s oxygen and you’ve been deprived of breathing, yet he doesn’t complain about the desperation of it. in fact, he’s enjoying it more than you know.

you soon learn that leon’s an absolute sucker for kisses. when you pull away to fix your position, a borderline whine elicits from the back of his throat, the loss of your lips on his making him feel needy for more. his hands at your hips ever so slightly tightens its hold as you straddle his lap. your lips find his once more for a quick kiss or two, and you then forcibly (gently) tilt his head back to trail your kisses down the column of his neck.

a whispered prayer of your name falls from leon’s lips. his fingertips snake under the fabric of your shirt and along the bare expanse of your side. his begs are silent, yet who are you to deny him from his wants? besides, you know damn well you want it too.

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sleepy Aeon fluffy goodness

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re 4 x dandadan

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idiot