#resident evil ask

[xxresi-rotxx]

i just need leon x f!reader angst where he goes off on reader🙏🏽🙏🏽

I’m always down for an angsty prompt! I feel like there are so few of them (or I’m garbage at finding them lmao) either way, enjoy😘😘

I was going to have Leon absolutely scream at the reader but wasn’t sure how harsh to go so I made this pretty mild😅I left it open incase you crave a harsher part 2🫢😏

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Leon didn’t want you on this mission. He advocated against it. But did the President listen? Of course not.

“I’ll feel better knowing you aren’t alone out there Leon.”

Would the President really feel better if he had known he’d basically just given Leon another person to worry about?

Leon had worked with you in the past, chatted occasionally when he saw you. You were a great field agent and one hell of a shot; but Leon couldn’t deny the way his stomach would flip every time he saw you.

This mission was supposed to be in & out. Find Ashley, bring her home. So why the fuck does it seem like every ghost of his past is coming to haunt him? The ties Luis has to Umbrella, Ada’s interference, the death that haunted him everywhere he went; it was exhausting. Maybe it was the exhaustion or the way he kept jeopardizing Ashley to make sure you were okay that had him yelling at you right now, but regardless of what it was he couldn’t stop.

“Ashley, give us a moment.” Leon grit out before opening the door of the cabin and walking out, waiting for you to follow him.

You followed, utterly confused at what had crawled up his ass and had him so upset.

“Leon what-”

“Are you truly that stupid?” The harshness of his tone and the way he spat the words at you had you frozen. Out of all of the agents you worked with, Leon was always the nicest. The only one you didn’t look down on you for being a female agent.

“Well?” He continued, waiting for some comment on your behalf.

“I-I,” you couldn’t even figure out what to say “what are you talking about?”

“The President insisted you come along, no matter how many times I argued against it, and all you’ve fucking done is made this 100 times harder.”

His eye contact was unwavering and you hated how small it made you feel. It didn’t help that he towered over your figure physically either.

“What have I made harder? I’ve done nothing but help you and Ash-”

Leon’s laugh cut you off; it was laced with venom.

“Bullshit y/n. Ashley is our priority or did you forget?”

Was he referring to earlier? When you saved Luis?

“Are you seriously yelling at me for saving a life?”

You were starting to get angry, this wasn’t the Leon you had heard all about from everyone in the agency.

“He would have made it just fine, there was no reason for you to risk all of our lives for some dick.” He spat.

Your face flushed between a mix of anger and a mix of hurt. You were used to comments like this from the other douchebags who didn’t like you simply because you were a better agent, but not from Leon.

“You don’t honestly think-” he cut you off again.

“Why did you want to come on this fucking mission, huh?”

‘To work with you’ the thought died on your tongue before you actually answered.

“I’ve had to save you more than I’ve had to save Ashley, what did you want to just make my life this much harder? Prove yourself, is that it?”

He was just like everyone else, your heart ached at the thought. You had been so excited to work with Leon, to see his tactics up close, to help him.

“Fuck y/n are you even listening?!” He got closer to you now, suffocating the space around you. His eyes trained on yours.

“I’m not trying to prove anything.” You barely got the words out, realizing your voice was so low he probably didn’t even hear it.

Leon scoffed, turning away from you and running his hands through his hair.

“You could have been killed.” He spoke.

You almost didn’t hear him, his voice eerily quiet.

“What?” You questioned, so confused by his mood swings.

“YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED” he screamed back at you, before pulling a gun from his hip and shoving it into your stomach.

“Do me a fucking favor okay? Protect yourself before you try to protect others.”

Leon couldn’t figure out how to voice his concern for you. His emotions coming at him in waves he couldn’t control. He was furious you kept risking yourself for others, furious you were even in this hell hole. He was amazed every time you shot someone he didn’t even notice, truly awed that you kept such a positive mentality, but his strongest emotion right now was fear. Fear you wouldn’t make it out, fear he would be forced to save Ashley over you.

None of this made it’s way across to you. Instead you felt like a burden, like another agent just in the way. The man you looked up to was no better than everyone else, and you suddenly found yourself tongue tied. Your eyes beginning to water.

You took the gun he shoved at you, and slid it into the waistband of your pants. You refused to meet his eye contact now.

Your lack of eye contact didn’t go unnoticed, but Leon was too frustrated to care. He pushed past you back into the cabin, not bothering to hold the door for you.

There was no doubt in your mind Ashley heard everything. She probably thought you were a burden now as well. Could this mission get any worse?

[sickuma]

SAUDADE — a Leon fic.

❱ It's my first time using tumblr again in a really long time so I have no clue what is happening!!! I'm trying my best to make this look presentable (T-T) there are no other fonts, and the color text options are limited *riots* but it's fine, I can work with this.  

As some of you may know this fic is originally from an au i made on tiktok yesterday! I'm gonna continue this one to test tumblr and see how it goes :D this is unedited! there may be errors | spelling or grammatical errors.

➴ SYNOPSIS — Leon desperately clings to the remnants of you. Avoiding any sign of acceptance that you're gone.

SAUDADE — (n.) A nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains."

—To say he's lost would be an understatement, he feels so much more than just lost. He sat on the floor, leaning on the bed for support as he stared at the void,

He wondered, what's the point? What's left for him to keep going? Maybe if he'd wreck his life, maybe if he did unspeakable things,

Maybe then you'd come back just to scold him. Give him an earful about how stupid he is. He chuckled shortly, though it sounded desolate. Almost hollow.

He stared down at a shirt he held tightly, your shirt. He clung to it, nuzzling his face deep into the piece of cloth, desperate to inhale what's left of your scent stuck on the fabric. He wished it wouldn't go away, but as days went by, your scent vanished.

It was as if he'd lost you the second time. He hated how pathetic he felt, he hated how much he cried but all this self hatred was never enough to mask the guilt, the grief, the longing. He needs you,

He needs you back. 

The air was suffocating, it's as if you took his heart and lungs with you the day you passed. But that's not possible, he can feel everything. His heart is here, away from where you are. He couldn't accept it, will he ever? 

He reached for his phone from where he'd abandoned it, sitting back down on the hard floor. He stared at the screen, dried tears visible from his face.

If you were here, you'd have wiped them before they got the chance to dry up.

His eyes flickered with bitterness. He despised his state, he was a mess. The corner of his eyes wrinkled as he frowned, turning the phone on and clicking your number to dial.

It's his nightly routine ever since you've been gone. With hitched breath, he would call you, knowing you wouldn't answer. It's unhealthy—the lump on his throat felt deadly.

He would call you over a dozen times, staring at the ringing phone, until your voicemail plays,

"Not in the proximity of answering, call you back when I can!"

He listened intently, eyes glistening with tears that threatened to fall. He finds himself crying yet again,

Your voice, It was the only remaining remnant of you he could hold onto. It's also the reason for his tears every 4 am, when he'd long to hear you. Wishing he could feel your gentle touch wipe his tears,

He hated how the smallest details of you slowly wither away from his mind. The look in your eyes, their color, how soft your hair felt, the beauty marks he adored.

He despised how easily they wilt away, as if his own mind protects him from his despair. Despite that, he'd frantically search for his phone to stare at a photo of you,

Taking in every detail.

Desperately memorizing all parts of you, everything he loved the most. He needed it to stay, he can't forget you, 

It would feel as if he's betraying you.

"[name] just why—" he paused, "Why did you have to be the one to go? Why can't it be someone else?"

His voice broke. He sounded weak, vulnerable. Voice rough from a week long of crying, and not speaking to anyone. He is indeed a mess, crying for you as if doing so would bring you back. 

He threw his head back, rubbing his face with a heavy sigh. It felt heavy, almost heavy enough to bring him down. He couldn't take it, he needed you back, it felt as if he's on the verge of breaking apart.

"How could you leave me?"

His hands stayed covering his face, as he wept, as he sobbed. Uncontrollably crying, the pain on his heart clouding his rational thoughts,

He'd felt bad for not visiting your grave but he couldn't. Not another step close to where you rest, his body had already trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't do it,

He can't last longer than a few seconds, especially not around anybody else. He had felt terrible for not attending the funeral, and for spending the whole day desperately searching for something—anything—that can possibly be a remedy for his ache,

He'd grip your clothes, hold the sheet of the bed you once laid on tightly close to him, desperate to inhale your presence. Desperate for any sign that would convince him you're still here,

"I can't… I really can't."

He broke down, not caring if he'd look crazy. He spoke as if you were there with him, like he wished, "

How could emptiness feel so heavy? You'd left, leaving a void for him to fill, but what could ever fill the void of losing one's love, of one's wonderwall, of one's reason to live. What could possibly heal him?

He swallowed hard, wiping his face as he looked up. Attempting to stand up, he's pretty sure he'd knock some things over by doing so,

He lays on the bed, grabbing the blanket the both of you used. Holding it near his face, covering half of him as he laid sideways, hugging the blanket which once kept him warm next to you, hoping he'd retrieve the same warmth. 

"Come back please." 

He closed his eyes shut, inhaling what's left of your scent. Tears brimming on his eyes,

"Come back to me."

[mooseonahunt]

hiiiii I went through your account and you really do talk a lot about leon. Where are the Luis posts?

istg if I get one more ask like this-

Welcome?? You can search my tag Luis Babygirl Serra if you wanna see the stuff I’ve tagged with Luis. You can check out the tags of the thread from this post if you want my serious thoughts (and the divine thoughts of the amazing pqiehrlenw bc this was basically us writing essays back and forth) on Luis! It’s more comprehensive analyses on him than my typical “im down bad for him” stuff. Sorry you gotta go back pretty far on it. We had a LOT to say about this matter.

I’ll probably end up making a proper post about my thoughts on Luis so people don’t have to go digging through those tags, but that’s a task for Future Me.

[wiltkingart]

at your service (or demise)

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

dead blondes

[time-woods]

hi do you have a link to an individual post of that art of heisenberg with that 'totally real doctor' card, or has it only been posted with that ask? i tried to look for it in your archive

i love your art style and was happy to see him

i dont think i ever posted it on tumblr unfortunately- its somewhere on my twt but thatd be a nightmare to find, as an appology i hand you all my heisenberg related art ft ethan winters

[ovaryacted]

please hear me out for this one. subby!re2!leon who refuses to pull away from eating you out like his life depends on it because you just taste too good!

like you've gotten him sooooo deep into subspace you seriously expect him to stop now? you may have just squirted but he's already came 3 times in his briefs and is whining and begging for one more! and comeon. you just gotta let him because you asked for this and all he wants to do is make you feel good 🙁😵‍💫

MDNI/18+. NSFW.

Anon…I’m hearing you out babe. Matter of fact, I’m gonna give you the megaphone so you can scream this across the rooftops. Trust me, I’m part of the pathetic Leon munch brigade and I believe he would eat pussy because he can and because he wants to please you. Whatever makes you feel good, he provides because it makes him feel good knowing he’s the reason why you’re a damn mess.

One of your favorite pastimes involves breaking Leon down into that delicious subspace where he’s not thinking and acting based on instinct. You’d probably order him to get situated between your legs, and before you could tell him, he’s already down on his knees and taking your panties off happily. Depending on your mood and tone of voice, either you’re taking control, or he’s doing it on his own as a way to make you relax.

His nose would be rubbing against you, licking up the length of your body and moaning as your taste filled his mouth. Leon has an oral fixation of his own, and being able to have his tongue on you curbs it for him. You were the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, you reminded him of ripe peaches or a sip of sweet tea on a summer day, things that brought him comfort and made him content. With his eyes closed, he holds one of your legs up to give him easier access to your cunt, sucking diligently in the way you liked, the way you taught him.

Your scent alone would be enough to make him slip into subspace, an added yank of his hair would grant you a whimper from him. The only thing on his mind would be to make you fall over the edge more times than you can count, to make sure he got every orgasm he could get from you.

The first time you cum from his mouth, it’s relatively easy, not needing much except flicks of your clit. Your second orgasm takes a bit longer than your first, but it’s stronger and prolonged when Leon uses his fingers to please you. He’s done this so often that he knows exactly what to do, knows when to add another finger and when to curve them into that spot tucked nicely at the roof of your entrance. The way you flex around his fingers and tighten around him is enough to make him cum untouched in his briefs, making a mess and staining the cotton material as he pathetically sought friction with the floor.

He gets more sloppy with his ministrations, sucking at your clit more harshly and finger fucking you until you give him exactly what he’s looking for. Your thighs shake from where they sat on his broad shoulders, crying out as you squirted right in his mouth. Leon is greedy in seeking out your arousal, replacing his fingers with his tongue and humming as he slurped up every drop you gave him.

Leon was lightheaded now, his cock aching as it twitched again in his briefs, threatening to cum another time until you reluctantly pulled his head away from you. He whines, actually whines in defiance and you almost think he’ll throw a tantrum at the mere thought of not being able to have your pussy for the rest of the night. You took in his appearance, plush pink lips wet and swollen from what he’d been doing for the past 30 minutes, his chin and jaw were coated in your slick. What you loved most about these moments was how his eyes were completely glossed over, he wasn’t entirely present anymore, which was what you wanted from the beginning.

“Baby you gotta give me a break”, you said to him exasperatingly, chuckling at the way Leon licked his lips, leaving kisses along your mound absentmindedly.

“Just one more, please. Let me give you one more…”, he looked like he was about to cry if he didn’t give you another orgasm, strong fingers digging into your thighs and pouting at you.

You couldn’t stop him, you didn’t want to, even if you knew one more was never just one more with Leon. So you leaned back and let him suck away at you again and again until your whole body went numb. Even if you were tired, he would offer to fuck you properly, to leave you satisfied and full of him. He’s been good after all, making you feel like you were on cloud nine after a stressful day. Your pussy was his reward after a long day of working, and you didn’t want him to go hungry.

[larvamars]

mars. mars I beg of you. emo leon with Ashley. the casual outfit from the re4 remake. I need my blondes being emo together please please please

selfie :3

[glacierclear]

OOOUUUGH WHAT IF chubby domestic leon looks in his bathroom mirror one morning, still eepy, and in the mirror he sees his lean muscular self, covered in dirt and grime and wounded, serious face, bleeding Then he looks down at himself, his chubby belly, faint scars, and he looks back up at his violent reflection and just smiles "We made it buddy" he says to his past self OUGH

it's been a long road.

[swirlymark]

In relation to this tweet:

[localkiss]

Plagas Leon is gonna use his little tentacles on you! Isn't that adorable? (Might strangle you, depending on how you see him being infected.)

Had Plagas Leon brain rot with someone else but Plagas Leon with a tail :(( Curled up with him (and a baby cause, uh, I SAID SO.)

He's so cute I can't. <3 (Tell me about your thoughts, please. Give me more BRAIN ROT.)

OMFG GIRL 😭😭!! I would imagine plagas leon to be very territorial, domestic, and like a bit forceful. He would def use his tentacles or his tail to grab you and make sure you're safe behind him!!

(got from Pinterest, creds to lvsterous !)

"Babe, I told you to stay away from those people. They don't smell like nice people," he nestles into your stomach, with a throaty grunt of disapproval. His hands wrap around your waist, nails lightly biting into your skin. Something you've become accustomed to, ever since he came back from his mission.

omfg and Leon constantly needs to touch you, whether it be his tentacles of his tail or a hand on your back. !!!; ahhhh 😫 extra cuddly n loving after he got mad at you. I feel like he needs to put his leg over yours or in between, his arms wrapped around you, and his face buried in your neck to sleep good.

During sex, he would totally use his tail to keep your legs pressed together or pushing one down. Rub your clit with his tentacles 😫while he bends down to spit into your mouth. He likes it messy! Loving the way you look at him while he hits the special part that makes you see stars!! Leon would probably make you look at him while he fucks another orgasm out of you, or while he dumps his cum into you. <3 probably would bite into your shoulder half of the time, letting out low snarls and moans into your skin.

Would get embarrassed if you bring up how loud he is in the bed, his tail wrapping around his thigh to self soothe. Like omg no baby it's hot 😭😭 please moan in my ear!!! 🧎🏻‍♀️

(creds to ciara on Pinterest!)

And if you guys have a baby, I think he would sleep on his back and have the baby on his chest or something cute like that 🥺. Leon would probably dote on you both, constantly buying sweets, new blankets, pillows, etc. whatever makes his mate the happiest, he'll do it!

"Why do you keep telling me to stop buying new things for our bed?" Leon frowns, holding onto your guy's baby.

"I'm trying to keep my mate and baby happy. Do you not see that?" He presses a kiss to the baby's forehead and then a few to your face. He does look a little guilty for buying so many things, but he can't help himself! The dude wants to please you both and keep you guys comfortable and safe, forever.

[xxresi-rotxx]

hellooo!!! before I ask for anything just wanted to let you know that you're doing an amazing job and I wish you the best in whatevs you're doing :] mwah ♡♡♡

may I request leon trying to calm down this overly shy and anxious female reader? you can have the choice of whatever situation it stems from :D (wooo creative liberties!!) thanks a bunch xx ♡

Aww thank you love ❤️❤️❤️🙂🙂

Hope you enjoy 😙😙

He knew this was a bad idea, but you had insisted you wanted to meet his friends, so he did it anyway.

You & Leon had been dating for a little over three months now and his coworkers had grown overly interested in the new woman in his life.

It wasn't like Leon to have a serious relationship; getting attached wasn't recommended in his line of work, but then again it wasn't recommended in yours either.

Leon had mentioned their interest to you one night after dinner while the two of you were cozy on the couch, watching the newest episode of whatever it was you kept making him watch.

"They want to meet me?"

He could hear the slight increase in pitch in your voice and immediately regretted mentioning it.

"Yeah but they want a lot of things they can't have, forget I said anything."

"No no, I want to meet them Leon." You turned your from its cozy spot on his chest to give him a small smile.

"Are you sure? I didn't mean to put you on the spot...." Leon knew you weren't a very outgoing person to say the least, and the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel pressured in any way.

"Yes, I'm sure" you giggled slightly "about time your friends find out who I am. I do plan on sticking around you know."

Leon looked you over for a split second before smiling himself and giving your body a tight squeeze.

"Alright, I'll set something up."

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Now that the time had come, he was regretting it altogether. His coworkers: friends you had insisted he called them, didn't have any concept of how shy you really were.

All night they had been surrounding you and asking you all sorts of questions. Cute questions to be sure, but it got to be a little overwhelming.

Leon noticed the way you began fidgeting with the ring on your index finger, and how your answers began getting shorter and shorter. You needed a break he was sure of it, how his friends hadn't picked up on your apparent anxiety was beyond him, some agents they were.

"If you guys don't mind" Leon interrupted, setting his palms on the top of the table everyone was sitting at "I'd like to buy my girl a drink."

He grabbed your hand before anyone could protest and pulled you out from the booth and began leading you to the bar.

"Thanks Leon but I really don't need a drink." You stammered out.

"I know."

You hadn't noticed Leon wasn't walking to the bar but to the back door.

As soon as you were both outside, Leon guided you against the brick wall of the bar and put his hands on either side of your head, making direct eye contact with you.

"Deep breaths, you're safe out here. You can breathe now."

It took you a second to register what Leon was trying to do. He was trying to help you calm down, ease your anxiety.

It was the sweetest thing he'd done for you yet, but you didn't remember telling him about your anxiety. He knew you were shy sure, but how did he pick up on your anxiety?

Before you could ask you began taking deep breaths. Noting the things you saw, smelled, heard, felt, and tasted, trying to ground yourself.

"How did you...?"

"I'd like to think I know you pretty well at this point" he started in response "plus, I know what anxiety is like, believe me."

Your heart ached for him, thinking about him going through the same type of thing you went through. But if he could help you through yours, then you'd be sure to do the same for him one day too.

You reached out to grab his shoulders.

"Do you need more space?' He asked.

"The opposite actually." You gave him a shy smile hoping he would figure it out.

"Oh!" was all he said before embracing you in a tight hug. Arms wrapped around you in a way that made you feel safe and solid.

"I'll remember to hug you next time." He whispered into your ear.

"Please do." You whispered back, feeling the tingle of your anxiety start to subside.

After a few minutes Leon pulled away from the hug to take a look at your face. Trying to read you no doubt.

"I'm feeling better, thank you." You spoke after a few seconds of silence.

"Are you sure? We can stay out here all night or ditch them and go wherever you want."

"I'm sure, and Leon" you got on you tiptoes to give him a quick but deep kiss "I really appreciate you."

Leon rested his forehead against yours before intertwining his hand with yours again.

"Always Sweetheart."

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I'm sorry it was so short, but I hope you liked it!! I struggle w/ my anxiety all the time so this was really comforting to write honestly.

I appreciate you my anonymous asker ❤️

[vaszametili]

Extras from previous sketch hoard fanart on Gone Hunting [ao3]

[mrswint3rs]

I need Wesker with baby fever >///<

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐱 🝮 (part 2 here!)

pairings- Husband! Wesker x Fem! Reader

a/n- Ik this is super short but i wanted to leave an opening for a possible part 2 so…

𝐂𝐰- mostly fluff and stuff, smut towards the end(more like hcs), unprotected sex obv, breeding kink ❦

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Wesker wasn’t exactly fond of the idea of having children. You’ve discussed it many times throughout the course of your marriage, but he always thought of it as an impossible lifestyle.

The man was a workaholic, to put it lightly. He hardly had time for you or even himself. How would he care for a child as well? The world he inhabits, as he sees it, isn’t fit for a child. Nor was he fit to raise one.

His upbringing —if you could even call it that— wasn’t one that taught affection or the caring of others. How was he supposed to love another when he hardly understood his love for you? There was no way he could achieve the role of a loving father.

Wake up, go to work, come home to you. That was the loop routine he stuck to for the past few years.

But lately, things have shifted.

He’s actually started to take time off of work just to spend the day with you. He finds himself wanting to be near you at all times. Especially since you’ve mentioned feeling lonely while he’s away.

Wesker’s always been a bit aloof and distant even in the way he shows his love for you, but recently he seems to have the need to protect you.

He’s begun worrying that he's been pushing you away for far too long, that you may be feeling neglected and overlooked in this relationship. He's even started to overthink about you finding someone else who can provide the love and support that he has failed to do for so long.

Despite your husband’s many flaws and his tendency to hide his true feelings behind his colder facade, you’ve always been the one constant in his life. You’ve managed to love him through all of his ups and downs, no matter how hard he tried to push you away or how selfish he was being.

He’s finally come to realize just how much your love means to him and how much he’s taken you for granted over the years. He now finally understands that he can’t go through life without you by his side.

He has no idea what made him suddenly start feeling this way, but he can’t deny that the love he feels for you has suddenly become much deeper and more intense than ever before.

What used to be a feeling akin to contentedness has now been replaced with a genuine desire for more. He's started to view you in a new, more nurturing light, one that's making him want to protect and provide for you more than ever.

He finds himself thinking often about what it would feel like to have a tiny piece of both of you running around the house.

He catches himself staring at you, wondering how beautiful you’d look with a tiny bump in your stomach. The thought fills him with joy and a sense of security that he’s never felt before.

At first, it was just a few small comments here and there about how he wouldn’t mind having a little him. Now, its become this obsession that drives him mad.

He’s been researching online about baby names, taking his time in the store to consider the prices of possible toys, cribs, and the adorable miniature clothes.

The sudden desire for a child is growing inside of him like some dark force he cannot understand or explain.

Maybe it’s something that comes with aging. All he knows for sure is it's eating inside of him, gnawing on his soul.

The thought of failure is a constant concern, still he knows he needs to get it out into the open. But how? A million ways to address the topic flash through his mind as he struggles with how to tell you that he wants to have a family with you when you both previously agreed you could do without.

When his consistent hints go over your head, he starts to get a little more direct.

“You should stop taking your birth control.” he says out of nowhere as you lay in bed about to sleep. You turn to face him, reading his face of urgency.

“Let’s have a baby…I mean, if you’re alright with it.” he quickly corrects himself, trying to be more open with the subject. “I’ve been looking into it. I think we could make it work.” He looks at you almost anxiously, waiting for your reaction.

When he notices the smile that plays at your lips, he feels a weight come off of him. “Let’s have a baby.” you agree.

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, genuinely happy at your approval for the idea. He had no reason to be nervous about asking you. You always just understood him, like you were on the same wavelength.

He pulls you close, letting you rest your head against his chest and you listen to the rapid acceleration of his heart.

Your breathing syncs with his, lulling you to sleep in his arms.

Once he’s sure you’re asleep, he gets more comfortable. “I love you,” he whispers softly, making sure not to disturb you before closing his eyes himself.

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Going forward, you both decided on letting your body go back to its natural state after you stopped taking the pill. Wesker wanted everything to happen perfectly. So you started keeping track of when you were ovulating as well.

And once you were, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

Every chance you had, you’d be fucking like rabbits. Wherever, whatever time of day. He wasn’t going to risk any missed opportunities. And he wasn’t going to give up until you were swollen, carrying his child.

He pumps every last bit of his seed into you every time you make love. If any spills, he’ll stuff in back in, whether it be with his cock itself or a toy. Not a single drop could go to waste.

He’d even make you walk around all day with it still inside you. Didn’t matter where you were or how uncomfortable it might be.

He’d breed you full every night, always trying the recommended positions he read about online. His favorite being the one with you flat on your stomach, letting him take you from behind.

He loves being on top in general, but with you in that arrangement, he can reach further in and pour into your depths.

While he enjoyed himself doing so, he always made sure to take care of your needs as well.

He uses his fingers to trap his cum inside. Meanwhile his tongue laps and sucks at your clit. He glides his tongue round and round until you’re pulsing around his fingers, legs shaking and voice whining helplessly from the intensity of your climax.

When he’s finished with you, he’ll make you suck his fingers clean, crooning you back to a relaxed state.

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You’re both ecstatic when your period is officially late after weeks of attempts.

You’ve never seen the man look so giddy. He stands outside of the bathroom door anxiously awaiting results as you go to take a pregnancy test.

Even if they weren’t always accurate, the hope was still there. He would take you to the doctor to be sure later on either way.

You both stare at it, waiting for the strip to change. Wesker hardly even blinks as he waits. He never thought he’d be here, wishing for a kid. But he’s never wanted anything more in his life.

He would try again and again, no matter the turnout.

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supportive chris

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since youre accepting requests... leon kennedy when y/n escapes please <33

Have fun playing tag with him! (You've already lost)