#re6 leon is still sweet i just think hes more comfortable in the relationship so he acts a little more selfish bc he feels like he can yay!

[h20milk]

re2 and re4 leon when gf hides her other eye because her hair grows too fast: "that is perfectly fine and valid and i will support ur decision of hiding your pretty eye. :)"

re6 leon when gf hides her other eye because her hair grows too fast: "cut that shit off NOW... please, i said please."

[dmitriene]

— lie to me.

summary: better a bitter truth than a sweet lie, but do you really think so? content: re6! leon x fem! reader tags: angst, nsfw, smut, comfort/hurt, mentions of alcoholism, confused relationship, sex partners, receiving fingering, unprotected p in v, marking, receiving oral. (let me know if i forgot something!) author's note: the work was inspired by the song and my love for the angst, i hope you enjoy it! please enjoy your reading) 🤍 (18+ warning)

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  « come on and lay with me / come on and lie to me »

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  « tell me you love me / say i'm the only one »

his every appearance on your doorstep leaves hot marks on the skin and cold, which corrodes from the inside.

...

the blue haze of the day gradually rises to show the stars, at this time everything around seems to freeze, becomes quiet, as if silent.

there are fewer passers by on the streets, the roads are empty for hundreds of cars, more and more windows are lit up with light in the houses, and meanwhile the shadow falls on the streets, where only lonely lamps illuminate small islands around them, secluded corners between the tall buildings of the houses.

the night descends completely, the stars begin to shine like sugar spilled on black marble glistening in the sun, and the sight itself becomes truly desirable as your eyelashes flutter following your slowly rising gaze to the heavenly canvas to revel in its view, bending your torso forward to fold your arms on the balcony railing.

you take one deep breath to fill your lungs with cold air that prickly strokes your cheeks and makes you blush, biting your skin in small patches and provoking goosebumps as your eyes follow the familiar back riding a motorcycle, the noise of the engine is the only thing that filled the silence of the night streets and empty thoughts.

...

he appeared just as he disappeared, and you would compare him to a stray dog if he didn’t differ from it in one simple thing — the ability to stay next to you at least for a couple of moments longer.

his appearance on the threshold of your house in the middle of the night seemed an absolute routine, because you were the only one who allowed this event to repeat itself over and over again, filling the space with his intoxicating smell that provokes the mind to become cloudy, while your flesh burned under the touch of his hands, each touch of the fingertips left at the place of touch, a long feeling of weight that carved into your mind and remained there even after he left.

you knew what prevents him from staying with you longer, or maybe even forever — the horrors of what he experienced and the inability to forgive himself for what he was not guilty of turned him into the mess he was now.

Leon Scott Kennedy was no longer a cheerful young man who was ready to give everything to become a policeman and help people — now he was just a shell of past dreams and ideas, a broken agent who was doomed to devote himself to work for life.

the work was not hated by him being his full fledged choice — but it still made him suffer from a slurry vile of thoughts and nightmares, his heart was convulsively knocking on his chest and whining, remembering all the betrayals and fleeting feelings, and then drowning it all in an amber liquid alcohol, if only for a moment to drown out the whole stream of thoughts and mend the old wound.

but there were moments when even the most bitter taste and the most scratchy sensation in the throat did not help to shut up everything that was happening — and that's when he came to you.

...

you didn’t know what he finds in you and your personal space in the form of cozy apartments, but at the same time, he still appeared inside from time to time from the moment you let him through the threshold just to catch his limp body in your fragile hands.

your knees gave way slightly under his weight on your body, so that later he would wrap his arms around you and help you stand on your legs, while the whiskey on his lips spoke for all his words and actions in advance, his face buried somewhere in the crook of your neck, passing the herd of goosebumps through your body and projecting a slight heat on the face.

and in those sleepless evenings, nothing happened but his sleepy figure in your arms, your body lay calmly under his weight on the soft cushions of the sofa while his head rested on your chest, letting his soft strands of hair spread over you so that you could sort them with your fingers, watching how the once blonde hair became darker and darker, as if indicating a transition of personality.

this was his nightly visits to your apartment — the search for comfort and at least a few hours of sleep, because for some reason you helped him fall asleep without the need to empty all the kitchen shelves clogged with tart drinks, he only needed you, the feeling of your warm body under himself and the way you tremblingly stroked his head, every second emptying his mind of any nightmares and dark recesses of the mind, filling everything with warmth and a thread of hope.

a thread for which he was afraid to cling so as not to remain broken and abandoned again — therefore, as soon as he habitually wakes up, as soon as the first rays of the sun break through the canvas of the sky to realize where he is, he silently disappeared, not allowing himself to leave a note or disturb your sleep, the only thing that hinted at his nocturnal presence next to you was the fleeting touch of a thumb along your cheek, leaving a warm touch even after a long time.

...

and from that moment on, he begins to appear on the threshold more often, allowing you to frown at the sharp smell of alcohol in his breath and realize that you cannot push him away, a sense of responsibility and regret for this man arose in you, the realization that you were salvation for him — the last hope for which he clung was when he came to a state below nowhere.

you nervously purse your lips and let him come in, let him into your abode in order to help and show that here he can be himself — and he is nobody to refuse you, because he himself is pulled here by a pressing feeling between the ribs and uncertain steps to again pull you into strong hugs, but this time it's different.

he pulls you into a sweet abyss in which you did not even think to be, until his warm lips lay on yours in a hot kiss, the tip of his tongue caressed playfully in your mouth, allowing you to taste the subtle notes of the alcohol he once drank, while your fingers tremblingly squeezed the collar of his leather jacket, digging in and pulling him towards you almost animalistically, defiantly.

his hand wanderingly finds its way to the back of your head, only to tilt your head for his comfort — to cut off the possibility of turning while the tip of his tongue continues to play in the wet cavity of your mouth, his kisses are played from deep to innocent, trailing his tongue over your glossy and swollen lips, making you cling to him tighter and watch his eyes curve into the smile at the corners of his lips.

it was the first time you allowed yourself to succumb without a second thought to some completely new feelings, only to end up under him on the soft sheets of the bed, your spine bending in an arc as his tongue hungryly bites the skin between your thighs, watching how your tender body shudders while the sweetest moans pour from the lips, and no musical instrument can repeat this precious melody.

...

scarlet watercolor marks form under his lips on your skin, which will become a wonderful reminder of what happened, of how his fingers slide higher to cover your pubic tubercle with his palm, fingers quiveringly touching your once most intimate place — a small pea on which he then began to draw gentle patterns , projecting light whimpers to slip from your lips in a desire to feel more pressure

— «L-Leon! p-please»

one of your pleas in an almost suffocated tone of voice is enough for him to stop teasing you through the unnecessary fabric of your panties, prying them with his long fingers and pulling them off your wonderful thighs to replace them with his lips, he carefully spreads your labia while his tongue nervously traces the path on his lower lip before he is completely adjacent to your clit.

his tongue widens a small path from which you cling to his hair with your hands, while he gradually begins to move more sweepingly and faster, giving you incredible pleasure — because of which the pressure in the bottom of your stomach became almost unbearable, while he deftly sucked and caressed your clit with his tongue, making your legs tremble and hips buck up in anticipation of the heady release that soon took over, covering his lips and chin with your arousal as he helps you descend from the height of your orgasm.

and you again lie in each other's arms, his hugs are as tender and enveloping as possible, while he buries his nose into your chest and you still stroke his head in the same habitual way, only to mutter a pitiful hope

— «Will you stay till the morning?»

his hands are clenched on your body, and hot breath no longer touches your naked skin, and you know perfectly well what this means, but he only swallows nervously and speaks in response

— «Yeah, of course..»

L I E

...

cloyingly sweet lies are gathered on the tongue in order to eventually push off from the tip and let it pass from his lips with the intention of deceiving not only you, but also himself.

with the next sunrise there is nothing next to you that would remind of his presence, and even the side of the bed, ironically located closer to the door, colder than ever, because he left you even before the sun had time to appear on the horizon, silently taking him after his dim rays.

gradually, everything that surrounded you turned into a dark space consisting of viscous lies and as far as possible sincere caresses, the last thing you wanted to believe in — was his sincerity.

you allowed yourself to be deceived, fed on a lie at your daily leisure and held on to it with a death grip as if it were the only thing that allowed you to live, and one thought that this should end covers your heart in a lingering pain, and hot tears flow down your cold cheeks.

weakness covers the body, because your fragile soul is not able to withstand such a huge burden and slow awareness of the whole situation, which makes you curl up under soft sheets into a protective ball and cover your hot face with your palms.

for the first time in a long time, you feel the salty taste of tears on your tongue and hear your heart beating furiously, the blood is noisily walking all over your body while you try to calm down in vain, and now the crying becomes completely silent, because there is no more strength left.

...

and that's when lies become an endless cycle in which you both go hand in hand, his hot touches are all over your body as if in the form of red handprints, your skin is covered with scarlet buds of passionate traces, while a velvet voice rings in your ears, enveloping you with viscous deceit

— «I love you»

empty confessions become something inherent in him — he showers you with a quivering whisper at night and under the pressure of sweet passion swears love, while his tongue gently runs along your neck, scratching the skin with his bristle, and a light sob slips from your lips from how deep he is in your wet cunt as your lips find his and kiss him passionately, all just to soothe the uncomfortable sensation somewhere under your ribs, a desperate attempt to get through to your mind and tell you that this can't go on any longer.

...

tonight is the last night when his fingers leave marks on your hips from a tight grip as his head is thrown back and a hoarse moan escapes from his chest as you raise your trembling hips to sit on his throbbing cock in the next second in one smooth movement, uttering desperate whine.

you literally see how fireworks explode before your eyes, and the tight knot in the lower abdomen persistently reminds of itself after the moan of long awaited pleasure, you bite your lips almost to the blood, throwing your head back and showing your neck, which has long been covered with scarlet buds and teeth marks.

the body rises smoothly, feeling a slight pain bordering on a welcome wave of pleasure that makes your body goosebumps.

your head is spinning, and your legs are becoming cottony, so in order not to suddenly fall onto the bed, you grab onto his strong broad shoulders like a lifeline that will soon have to be cut off while your pelvic movements become faster and faster.

your movements are sweeping, the room is gradually filled with hysterical moans and erratic sounds, while he directs your hips with his fingers digging into your skin, half closed eyes as his cock forms a small bulge on your stomach because of which he bites his lip and emits a low growl.

crystal droplets of sweat, like beads, gradually began to appear on the skin, you frantically licked your lips, sugary from the shine, trying to keep in touch with reality and sharp jolts inside your sopping cunt, a wave of excitement curling up in a lump in the lower abdomen.

each deep push was a measured touch on your g spot, while his hands slid from your hips to your buttocks to grab them and start moving at an almost animalistic pace, hitting your kervix with every sharp movement, the sounds of slaps spread more and louder around the room after the vociferous moans while you whispered in unison

— «G-going to c-cum.. mngh, f-fuck, Leon!»

— «Good, so fucking good, cum, cum for me, sweetheart»

bitter oblivion hits with a sharp blow, indescribable pleasure from orgasm rolls in a continuous wave, making the walls of your cunt shrink around his cock and your legs tremble, the warm knot in the lower abdomen grows larger and at the last minute Leon can not stand it, throwing his head back and pours out hot ropes of cum inside your spasming cunt, painting your walls while panting.

...

and that's when it all ends, you've been painting a picture of your final breakup from the moment those thoughts started attacking you to the moment he walked out of your shower, encountering a slight tension in the room that made him feel the most uncomfortable, which made him clear his throat and pronounce slowly, pulling on the last element of the once removed clothes, a t-shirt

— «Everything's alright? You look tense»

you look at him with intense gaze, rubbing the bridge of your nose and facing a lump in your throat, no matter how much you had imagined this moment — it’s hard to look at his tired look full of desperate affection, but it’s even harder for you when you see the emotions on his face that change after your whisper

— «That's our last meet, Leon.»

he swallows slowly, looks into your eyes dully while his hand runs along his chin nervously, not knowing where to put his hands from the awkwardness of the situation while he silently nods, picking up a leather jacket from an armchair in the corner of your room and instantly leaving through the door, saying under his breath

— «I understand.»

from that moment on, everything around you calms down, he gathers and quietly disappears, so quietly that you don’t even seem to hear the front door in the corridor closing behind him, while your legs themselves led you to the balcony to see his figure disappearing into the darkness, cold wind prickles your skin, but you do not feel the desired relief, because you are mired in it even deeper than you thought, listening to the roaring sounds of the engine starting.

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[thelast-nightonearth]

Why does the Ashley-Leon age gap debate exist? Just say you don't like the pairing! That's totally your choice. In mine and many others opinions, we just don't see it that way. They feel like such great friends if ANYTHING. I doubt a 7 yr age gap, with starkly different lives have anything in common. Here we have a goody two shoes sorority girl who's also the president's daughter, probably had everything handed to her yet she still manages to be a sweetheart. Leon, an orphaned good boy who was flung into this line of work against his will, and can't really stop, and uses humor and sarcasm to cope.

I think they're more alike than people are lead to believe. Think of it, the day before Leon knew his first day of the job, he decided to drink in excess which left him hungover. I mean what else can you expect from a 21 year old? Pretty immature move to me. And you see that, in a way, he is still stuck in the past. Trauma is known to freeze you in the past, which explains his childish and awkward behavior now. Throughout re2r, he says this "I can do this." When he points his gun a couple times in R.P.D. It's adorable, it's naive, it's precious, he's obviously insecure and afraid, and didn't want this life. On Operation Javier, he gets distracted by a literal butterfly and Krauser saves him from a snake about to attack Leon. He seems to be a bit airheaded and in his own world at the least. In re4, it's clear he's transformed into an edgelord, which is entirely understandable based on his circumstances. He compares Ashley to something as comforting and secure as a mother figure, even as Leon's an orphan, he can still make out the feeling of security with Ashley. As they say, you seek out your parents in your partner. Your parents are your first relationship, which he couldn't really have. But you still have that primal instinct of what makes you feel at home. A familial bond is also there with your spouse and kids.

Ashley's overprotectiveness and judgements for things like jumping across chandeliers, is out of worry Leon will get hurt. Even as he's battling a psychotic mind controlling plague cult, she manages to be selfless, because she cares and even loves Leon. Leon notices she's careful, and makes that comment, "what are you, my mother?" I find it interesting that someone who doesn't have a bond with his family would say that. Just tells me he feels close to her.

You can see the side of Leon he truly is. He's not a mindless killing machine, he makes jokes, one-liners, cute things like "nighty night, knights." And "goddamn, I almost became a pancake." It's clear he uses childish humor to cope, but in his most serious moments, you understand that there is NO ROOM for weakness in his mission, no jokes, or whatnot, so sometimes his seriousness came out with the danger of the mission, and he was able to mature a little more since raccoon.

But he finds a way to connect with Ashley on so many levels that they begin to like each other, and deeply care for one another throughout the game.

I don't believe a cold and brooding asshole would be able to make Ashley that happy by the end of the game. Leon was sweet, protecting and selfless towards Ashley and so was she.

(none of this is including re6 Leon, just in re2-re4)

[chxckandmxte-a]

RP Wish List

My Leon’s been on tumblr for a while now, and I cannot believe I didnt yet make an RP wish list. Well, here it is at least. Anyone who is interested please feel free to read below the cut, its decently long. And this is in no orders its just what I’d love to do in an rp sometime.

An RP where someone close to Leon is comforting him through the pain of his mid-life crises. I think it would be so precious, Leon is not the man he used to be, he had the will to fight, but its buried deep within. I’m pretty sure that is Rebecca didn’t get grabbed, he might not have offered to help, he’s just so withdrawn from anyone and I know for a fact this poor man would absolutely melt into a puddle in the comfort of another.

Using my The Last Of Us AU I’d love to rp with an Joel and Ellie and have Leon meet and befriend them, I could see him being a very helpful ally and awesome friend like he always is. My main wish for this is to have Leon help Ellie after Joel’s injured, I think they would make a great team

Another Last Of Us AU wish is for Leon and Joel to just discuss the state of the world and talk about all the shit they’ve been through. That would be awesome.

Again ANOTHER Last Of Us AU this time with the sequel, I could totally see Leon doing everything he could to help Ellie go after her enemies after all, he would be a long time friend of Joel and Ellie’s by that time

I really want to do more with a Rebecca Chambers, now that they’ve met canonically there is so much I want to do with a Rebecca, there was two Rebecca’s I used to interact with and I really miss them. Like he helps her go recover some the rest of the know locations where Arias hid the rest of the virus, something like that. Basically I just want a Rebecca to rp with XD Shout out to any possible Rebecca’s :p

I Finally have Claire’s and I’m SO happy about that, I want to do lots with a Claire, but now I need a Chris Redfield. There was one I followed but hasn’t been around much anymore as is the case with lots of veteran rp blogs. Stuff after RE6 then them getting a celebratory drink, and especially stuff after Vendetta, now that would be fun. Calling all Chris’s lol

I also would love if I could use my Walking Dead verse, both the Telltale games and Show. I had a Clementine a while ago but she left tumblr a few years ago, man I miss her, she was so sweet.

I would also love to do things with a Sherry Birkin, Older Sherry from RE6 like catching up, hanging out for fun and just having a good time. I think that would be precious, hanging out with the girl he helped save from Raccoon. I love Sherry and Leon’s relationship tbh I started on that, but def still have a lot more in mind.

I’ve expressed my mixed feelings for Ada/Leon. But the truth is, I still love that ship dearly despite the negative aspects of it. I had a few Ada’s over the years, never got too far thanks to me being slow and when I lost net. I DEF need more Ada and Leon again. Like Ada ACTUALLY coming round to give him some of her time, time he’s been waiting on for years. So Ada’s please come at me!

Albert Wesker. Now I REALLY need an Albert Wesker to make my Leon’s already shitty life even shittier XD. Please Cobra Strike your Wesker’s to me!

I need me some more Leon and Helena, I already have two Helena’s one I’ve rp’d with more than the other, shes really chill. But I DEF need more Leon and Helena interactions, Partnership, even Romantically, yes I DO ship them. fight me. 

There’s DEF more In have, but I’ll come back and add more later, I have a friend coming over atm