#ticklish leon kennedy

[ticklefeels-for-seb]

okay i haven’t been on in light years but-

WHY THE FUCK IS THERE NO LUIS SERRA AND LEON KENNEDY TICKLE FANFICTION?!!??? TICKLE FANART?!!? ANYTHING?!!!!?

i’m gonna have to start writing again brb

[tickled-2-death]

Tickled Pink - Leon Kennedy x Ada Wong

Requests are open, see pinned post.

Content Warnings: tickling, implied sub/dom dynamic, begging, teasing, bondage.

I’m imagining RE2 era here, maybe some kind of happy ending au where Ada never “died” and they got together or something? Plot isn’t the point here, Leon being a cutie is.

This is a tickle fic.

“ADAHAHA!” Leon cries, mirthful tears threatening to spill down his flushed cheeks. “ADA- ADAAHA!”

But of course, she continues to ignore his pleas. Her freshly manicured nails, scarlet red acrylics with pointed tips as the icing on top of the cake, scribble and scritch the poor man’s defenseless underarms with merciless abandon, just as they have been for the past fifteen minutes. With his wrists cuffed firmly above his head (with exactly zero wiggle room, as per Ada’s attention to detail), there isn’t much the poor boy can do except drum his feet against the mattress and throw his head side to side with laughter.

“PLEHEHEASE- TICKLES TOO MUCH! ADA, IT TICKLES!” He begs, voice bordering on going hoarse. Hiccuping between each word, Leon pleads with his beautiful tormentor for mercy, for just a moment of relief from the maddening sensation, to no avail.

Finally, she offers a response. Unsurprisingly in the form of a tease.

“What’s the matter, Leon? Sensitive?“ She asks, and pretends to not know the answer. “Sensitive right here? Under your arms? Down your ribs?”

With each location she lists, those devilish fingers travel across his body like a demonstration of his own vulnerability. She squeezes his ribs, scratches his belly button, and with each mention of another dreaded spot, Leon writhes and squirms beneath her.

“Hmm, what about your neck?”

He scrunches as much as he can, trying to block those offensive claws from ghosting across his sensitive skin, and ultimately fails as soon as she targets his ears instead.

“Mm, it seems as though you’re awfully sensitive all over your upper body. Pretty inconvenient weakness to have in your line of work, huh Leon? Wouldn’t want somebody to take advantage.” Ada teases, smirking at the wail it pulls from him, before finally allowing him a break.

He gulps in air like he hasn’t breathed in five minutes, still giggling his little head off as he looks up at her through tear soaked lashes. Mercifully, she rubs a soothing hand over his cheeks, wiping those tears away and cooing at his desperation for touch.

“You’re killling mehehehe.” Leon says, with that goofy lovestruck smile of his. “Thohose nails are evil, Adaha.”

“Oh I know, baby. I know.” She replies, “Let’s finish this off with a bang, then, shall we?”

Poor defenseless Leon nearly jumps out of his skin, giggling a mantra of “no, no, no!” as her fingers descend once more.

This is literally so short and kind of half assed, but in my defense it was written at like 3:00am. Anyways, I saw a distinct lack of re tickle content and decided to take matters into my own hands for a sec.

[postersofleon]

leon's details:

leon was snoring soundly and happily. his roots were turning into a dark brown, his stubble was growing a bit. his mouth was a bit open, drool escaped his lips. this was exciting news for you.

you were the biggest fan of a sleeping leon. you grabbed your camera and took the most unflattering pictures of him. the top side view where leon's head looked massive. small acne scars were visible in a picture. his soft jaw was even softer because he snoring even louder. his little bumps on his skin. leon was always insecure of his acne because he used to get them a lot.

he now washes his face every day to assure he won't get them.

another picture of mr kennedy. it was picture of his neck to his nose. his moles were your favorite part of him. they were like small constellations in his skin. you liked kissing them over and over. because of his pink lips being open, you saw his teeth and saw those details. he always grinds his teeth during missions so it made sense to see his teeth kind of uneven.

his neck had bit more of his moles with more of his acne scars. gosh, you really are in love with this loser. the arc of his nose. his eyebags. his awkward smile. even how he was ticklish in his biceps.

[lex-the-flex]

I’m Starving, Darling

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Summary: Being stuck together can reveal a whole new series of secrets, leaving the shared experience trapped in chains.

Word Count: 770

Warning(s): 18+ – PURE SMUT, oral sex (f! receiving), body appreciation, slight dirty talk, brief action and violence, and fluff if you squint.

A/N: RE4R is amazing and I’m SWOONING over Leon! Inspired by Hoxier’s new song: Eat Your Young. Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!

"Sacrificial lamb. You will receive our most sacred body. It begins now."

That haunting vow. The terrifying proclamation was set in stone. Written in the course of some fucked up stars, a pit rose from the bottom of his stomach.

Knowing that the worst was yet to come.

The high pitched static subsided just as Leon jerked his head to the side, waking up in a panic. Gasping for air, his blurry vision straightened while his icy blue eyes adjusted to the dinky lit room. Feeling the pounding rhythm of his heartbeat, his throat remained dry from the beginning signs of dehydration.

Glancing toward the ceiling, the static faded whilst he found his hands chained above his head.

“Oh what the fuck?” Leon whispered to himself.

Pulling his hands down, your hands rose in the air.

“Hey! Cut it out!” You said, turning your attention to Leon.

Standing from your shared position on the ground, the two of you remain face to face.

“Well you’re a sight for sore eyes.” Leon jokes with a smirk.

“Thanks. Are you okay? That big guy practically threw you to kingdom come.” You say, gazing over his form before you.

“I’m fine, Y/N. Promise. You’re not hurt are you?” He asks, stepping closer.

“No, I’m alright.” You reply, looking up at the simple pulley system keeping the two of you trapped.

Observing this with you, a lightbulb went off in Leon’s head, and he knew what to do next. Yanking at your cuffs that we’re keeping your wrists shackled, you tried to loosen the pulley wheel, but it didn’t budge once.

“How the hell are you gonna get out of here?” Leon asks, tugging on his side of the chain.

“I don’t know. You could give me a boost, then maybe we could–“ You start, but are cut off by Leon’s face filling with shock.

“Watch out!” He shouted, pulling you to the side.

Rushing toward the space where you once stood, a Ganado swings his axe in the air, hoping to hit you. Shoving your shoulder at the wooden handle of the axe, the object clatters with the cement flooring, and Leon pulls himself up on the chain before breaking the man’s neck with his boot.

Regaining your balance, your breath hitches in your chest, and Leon hastily paces toward you. Crashing his lips around your own, breathing then became impossible. Letting go of your lower lip with a bite, a gasp escapes your mouth just as he drags his lips down to the bare skin of your neck.

“Oh Leon, what’re you doing? Now’s not the time.” You retaliate, hoping he’ll get the hint.

Removing his lips from your neck, his breath is hot against your face.

“There’s always time, sweetheart. Besides, I’ve always wanted to have you tied up.” He teases, and you swear you saw a pair of red devil horns appear in his blonde hair.

Descending your standing form with feverish kisses, he squats on his knees, pulling the chain with him, so you’re just barely on your toes beneath the pair of combat boots.

Quickly unbuckling the holsters belt clip, his latched wrists undo the button of your black cargo pants before reaching your most comfortable pair of silk panties. Gently pressing his lips to the ticklish skin of your inner thighs, a preemptive moan escaped from your mouth.

“Leon…” You whimpered, in pure pleasure.

Stopping, Leon’s eyes sent a tingle up your spine.

“Ssh, sh. You look good tied up. It’s been driving me crazy.” He praised, gripping your hips in his hands.

Making contact with your clit, he pushed his tongue in between the throbbing bundle of nerves, making your body squirm. Your vision went blurry as you gripped the metal chain keeping your hands in place.

Tightening his grip around the exposed skin of your hips, you knew there would be single bruises there, but you didn’t care. Deepening the kiss around your folds, Leon slid his tongue in your hole, longing for your taste. Your head jerked back and a growl rumbled in Leon’s chest, knowing that he’d get what he wanted.

Taking his time eating you out, your walls began to close around his touch. Your knuckles went white and your body went numb while Leon chased the high of your orgasm. Moaning his name, that was something he never got tired of hearing, knowing that he was all yours. His mouth filled with the taste of you and the moment he’d unlock these chains, he would enjoy every little bit of you before continuing on in this hellish landscape.

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[doro6o]

in barcelona, where promises are made — leon s. kennedy

tags. established relationship. making out. fluff-ish. not proofread n wrote this half-asleep.

the sound of wet kisses and bed creaking filled the dimly-lit bedroom. your lips moves feverishly against his and a groan leaves his throat everytime you bit his bottom lip, as if you were trying to bite it off but the pain quickly disperses as soon as it comes because you’re quick to soothe it with a softer kiss, playing the bruised lip with care between your teeth as the tip of your tongue brush over it that makes the blond let out a low moan.

his calloused hands roam freely around your body; trying to get a hold of every inch of you – squeezing, pinching, caressing, palming every curve of you as he pulls you towards him, letting your legs straddle his lap as your knees rested on both sides of his hips and trapping him underneath you with your arms wrapping around his neck. leon snakes an arm around your waist, squishing your body against his as his other hand sneaks up to the back of your head, gently pushing your head down to the left to deepen his kiss with you.

in barcelona, away from the horrors of the world and the clutches of your work, where you can wear your heart on your sleeve, you find peace in each other’s arms as yourself. every thought of horror you face in your mission and the weight of the paperworks and lives lost goes flying out the window the second you two stumble in the hotel room. you find yourselves drowning in the taste of one another and melt against the warmness of another’s body.

leon lets out a whine when he feels you grind against his pelvic and you swallow his voice, saliva sliding down your chins as he feels himself grow tighter inside his pants. another whine leaves him when you push yourself down on him.

leon chases your lips as you pulled away from him, gasping for air. your chest heaves heavily up and down, perked covered nipples brushing lightly against his toned chest. the sensation making you moan lowly and grind against his hardening member and leon lets out a groan, either from restraint or need – he didn’t care because he wanted to taste you again.

he feels you press your forehead against his sweaty one, your breaths mixing together and he feels your swollen lips graze over his chin, leaving a ticklish sensation. he squirms in his spot, hips bucking up to meet your covered cunt and you whine, fluttering your eyes to stare at his heavenly face. even with eyes closed and rosy cheeks, leon still looked beautiful as ever and the moonlight from outside the window adds a dazzling effect on him that makes him look ethereal.

“i love your eyes.” you murmured, lips pressing a chaste kiss underneath his eyelash, “reminds me of a sunny day on a beach.”

leon hums in acknowledgement, not sure what to comment at the sudden confession as he wasn’t sure what it meant since he's too pre-occupied to feel your lips again. you stifle a giggle, seeing the way his eyebrows burrow together as the corner of his lips twitch in confusement.

“blue sky.”

oh, that’s what you meant. he gets it now and he feels his heart skip a beat at this realization. his strong arms tighten around you and you let out a light laugh, throwing your head back as your eyes shut in delight. a giddy feeling consumes your chest.

leon smiles at the sight, feels how the inside of stomach twist and his heart threatens to leap out of his chest as he feels so domesticated right now with you. in barcelona, leon didn’t need to muster a faux version of himself.

in barcelona, he could still be the same twenty-one year old he once was. as long as it was you.

he places a tender kiss on your throat, right where your vocal cords should be placed at and you shiver at the sensation. your hands come up to place it gently on his broad shoulders, squeezing it with your fingers, the opal rock sitting on your ring finger glimmers as the lamp light reflects on it.

a sudden thought ran across his mind. hesitance creeps in on him, should he ask you? but he’s spent a few good years with you to know you’ll turn the idea before he could even finish his sentence. a life somewhere far from the harsh reality, like the one here inside this room, where leon would get to live a domesticated life with you – a blue victorian-style house with a white picket fence, a huge porch designed around the house while the two of you sit and drink your coffees and watch two younger versions of himself and you.. yeah, that doesn’t sound so bad right now. as long as it was with you.

it was like you knew there was something up with leon; you felt how his muscles tensed and how his lips paused between the junction of your neck and shoulder. leon wasn’t hard to read, thanks to you for stealing his heart and nestling yourself inside his chest, he’s got his guards down completely around you.

“‘s there something wrong, lee?”

your voice snaps him back to reality. his head tilts back up to look at your droopy hazy eyes and he can’t help the small smile stretching across his face, you just looked too damn cute. lips pouty and swollen and coated with his saliva and the cute twitch of your nose makes him want to bite it. jeez, talk about clinginess, leon.

“i got a question,” leon doesn’t beat around the bush. there was no harm in asking about it, surely you crave it somehow too.

“shoot” you reply, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek before moving down to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses on his burning skin.

leon swallows the saliva forming in his mouth. “let’s start a life somewhere away from all this-”

“leon, no. i’m not giving up my job.” you cut him off, your eyes casting a glare at him – warning him if he continues this conversation, it’ll get to nowhere but leon’s stubborn today. he won’t take no as an answer.

“we don’t have to quit our jobs, sweets.” he mutters, voice lulling you to sleep with how calm and soft it is. “i’m just thinking that, perhaps, we should have a small getaway house from.. all of this.”

you stare at the man before you and he sees the doubt swirling in your eyes and leon leans in to plant a kiss on the corner of your lips, you unknowingly chase his lips when he pulls back.

“a blue house that overlooks a river, a big ol’ porch surrounding our home and we could drink coffee and watch the sunset.” he coaxes you, his eyes watching you intensely, looking for a sign that you want this too.

your gaze adverts down to his lips, deep in thoughts. leon feels your thumb rub circles on his shoulder, where the bullet went through ten years ago.

“two mini us playing in the backyard,” you whisper. voice so quiet that leon almost missed it if he wasn’t anticipating your answer.

a huge grin breaks in his face and leon presses his lips on your cheek, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“and we’d watch them, take care of them. we’ll be good parents, i know it, i have you, you have me. can’t ask for more,” leon states and you meet his gaze for the first time with a new profound look on your face.

you place your forehead against his, eyes fluttering shut. “i’d like that.”

[nvoirs]

maybe just cute and giggly sex with re2 leon please?🥹 cus im so soft for re2 leon fr i have another heart just for him. (also love!!!! your writing!!!❤️)

HELLO?? THIS IS SO CUTE! Love you to anon ♡

~~~

Lazy days with Leon were your absolute favourite. Just lying on the couch cuddled up watching some cooking show and pointing at the dish being made telling Leon you guys should try making it yourselves. His hands slipped under your loose fitted t-shirt cupping your soft breasts and massaging them. You let out a warble moan followed by a giggle as you felt Leon leave a smatter of kisses on your sensitive neck as he pressed himself into your back.

“Leon stop- you know I'm ticklish there!” Thrashing around your giggles increased in volume, a few stray tears left your eyes from the intense tickling session. 

A short gasp released itself from deep within your throat when you felt Leon squeeze your nipples.

“So sensitive.” He whispered into your ear seductively. You couldn't take him seriously and burst out laughing.

“No way Leon Kennedy does it again with the dirty talk.” He gawked at you looking offended, “But it worked didn't it?” You hummed picking yourself up off the coach, smoothing your ruffled t-shirt down.

 “It would work better on my nice soft bed.” He rolled his eyes, “You mean our bed.” 

“Hey! I literally sleep on it more than you.” You clicked your fingers in his face as you sauntered to your shared bedroom. Leon followed in suit, plonking his body on the mattress beside you, his hand resting underneath his chin admiring you. The infatuation he held of you was high, you always looked so ravishing in his eyes that he hadn’t even realised your consistent blabbering.

“Leon, are you even listening to me? You're looking at me like I’m candy.” you chuckled, twirling a piece of hair around your index finger, you weren’t even doing anything remotely seductive but Leon couldn’t help himself.

“You're my candy.” his luminous eyes seemed to shimmer brighter as he crawled on top of you, caging you between his broad, muscular arms.

“You seriously get me so worked up, I’m fucking hard it’s your fault.”

Momentarily gasping you clutched a hand to your beating heart.

“My fault? How rude but maybe I could help.” You purred pushing his heavy arm aside, and sliding out from beneath him. He looked at you quizzically but he figured out pretty quick what you wanted.

A flurry of clothes is what you could describe what happened next. Not that you were even wearing much, no wonder Leon was turned on by your skimpy shorts and thin t-shirt. Your nipples poking through ought to bring you shame, but you just loved the way Leon couldn't control himself.

You slid yourself onto his throbbing cock, and you both exhaled from the divine pleasure you both felt.

“So tight, your always so tight.” Leon squinted observing the view in front of him. Your naked back was on display, the golden chain of the anniversary gift Leon gifted you clear in view. He could see your front side in the wardrobe mirror and it did things to him.

Lips all puffy and swollen from consistent making out, markings adorned your skin reddish and purple combined. He had matching ones on his collarbone, and he chuckled when he thought about you begging to mark him up.

“I'd start moving if I were you.” He squeezed the flesh of your backside making you jolt upwards. "Or do you need a little help doll?”

“Doll? since when have you ever called me that.” You chided. “Leon I wanna see your face, I can't see it.” You pouted.

“Fine, but turn around without getting of baby.” Shocks ran through your body, and you let out a wanton moan fall passed your o shaped lips as you slowly turned to see Leon.

“Welcome home.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Thanks.” Without warning you began to bounce a top of him, causing him to release a string of curses squishing the flesh of your hips between his skilled fingers.

“Hmm yeah, can you not go faster?”

You scoffed glaring at him before pinching his cheek.

“You'll cum in a matter of seconds if I do.” You grinned, grinding yourself against his fat cock as it twitched inside of you.

“Sorry, but your such a stuck up princess.” He groaned, he grabbed you by the waist and began to push you down on him faster reaching so deep inside of you he was surely touching your cervix.

“F-fuck Leon.” Your hand dropped from his shoulders, as he continued his rapid actions your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

“Doesn't matter how fast fuck- I cum, It's going to be inside you regardless baby.”

You smiled at those words, your mouth opening and closing but no words flowing through.

“Gonna cum, doll?” You smirked at the new found petname, but nodded vigoursly.

“Cum for me then, C'mon now I know you can do it.” A particulary load moan erruputed from the midst of your throat. Choked sobs of Leon's name emmiting between your plush lips as you came all over him.

“That's a good girl, now my turn now.”

He pushed you onto your back, the welcoming softness of the pillows helping you come down from the euphoric high.

Your legs shook as Leon continously rutted inside of you taking the lead.

“Leon! S'to much.” You wailed, he grabbed your left hand intertwining his fingers between yours before swiftly placing a sweet kiss on you thigh before carrying on.

“I know baby, I know but I'm just so darn close just a little more please?” His whines had your heart melting, as you squeezed his hand comfortingly.

He got the message as he lifted your legs penetrating impossibly deeper inside of you. Releasing his warm load deep inside he allowed your legs to slip out of his hands, both of your panting and raspy breathing mixed together as he slowly pulled out watching his seed ooze out of your clenched pussy.

Pushing it back in with his fingers your small mewls made him utterly full with pride as he layed down beside your naked body. Trailing a finger upon your shoulder blade and dragging it down to reach your puckered lips.

You turned onto your side, your noses touching as you softly giggled warming Leon's heart.

“So cute.” He wrapped his arms around you, laying his head between your tits making you squeak.

“Leon!”

“What? They make great pillows.”

[lovelythief]

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋

𝚕𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟽𝟷𝟿

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚋, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎.

Not the gentle whir of the automatic centrifuge nor the soft scratching of pen on paper were enough to cover the light footsteps that carefully approaches you from behind. You smile, but don’t turn from your messy notebook.

You always preferred the peaceful isolation of the late-night laboratory, being able to freely work on personal research projects without having to bump past coworkers or being interrupted by higher ups searching for answers. Still, you don’t necessarily mind this certain distraction.

“Working late again, sunshine?” Leon’s soft words send a shiver up your spine as he rests his head on your shoulder, sliding up and fitting himself naturally against your back, lazily draping his arms around your waist. You wonder how much of your notes he understands—if he can read your handwriting at all, that is. Probably quite a bit; he’s always been a smart rookie.

You hum, but still don’t look at his pretty face, lest it distract you too much in this rare peace. The view of his soft bangs and button nose from your peripheral are enough to have your heart skip a beat anyways. “No rest for the wicked,” you say. “I’m surprised you haven’t gone home yet.”

“Can’t be that surprised; we both practically live here anyways.” Leon huffs dramatically, dragging his fingers across your stomach and squeezing his arms around you in an attempt to rile up some sort of reaction from you.

You should’ve seen it coming, leaving yourself open and vulnerable like that.

You whine his name, affectionate and light as he pulls an uncontrollable laugh from your lips and you nearly crumple back in his embrace. You breathe heavily for a moment and your cheeks flush red with realization. The centrifuge clicks off as you stand in silence.

Leon’s stunned expression definitely matches your own shock.

“Sweetheart…” he starts, but words fail him for a moment as he bares his teeth between a wolfish grin. “You never told me you’re ticklish.”

You swallow, looking at the mirth growing in Leon’s blue eyes and realizing very suddenly how fucked you are, trapped between a man with a very obvious idea and the sturdy countertop. “Leon Kennedy,” you stammer, hands gripping your notebook tightly, “you wouldn’t.”

Leon smiles into your shoulder. “Guess all these late shifts keeping you from me are starting to pay off,” he says. He gently loosens his arms from your waist, watching your subtle expressions and feeling you shift against him with the intensity of a trained hawk.

“Leon—!”

You can’t even finish getting his name out before you squeal like a child, feeling the rough pads of his fingers through layers of clothes as he tickles you mercilessly, pulling laugh after laugh from your pretty lips. Even light strokes has your stomach tensing.

He says your name in the same tone, laughing alongside you.

You drop the notebook on the table as your hands scramble to grasp at his wrists, but you’re not nearly strong enough to pull them away from your vulnerable sides. Your knees buckle and laughter turns breathy as you lean into your cheeky boyfriend while he keeps you giggling in the palms of his hands.

Your eyes water, chest burns, and legs shake. “W-Wait, I—I can’t,” you beg between gasps, “stop, Le��on!”

He stops almost immediately, realizing that maybe mercilessly tickling his partner wasn’t the smartest idea. “Fuckin’ adorable,” Leon coos, peppering kisses on your hot cheeks and holding you tightly against his chest while you rest limply against him.

You heave a sigh, grateful for the way the air fills your lungs again. “This is why,” you take a large breath, “I didn’t tell you I was ticklish!”

“Not bad for your first time,” he says. The innuendo isn’t lost on you, and you pinch his skin with the blunt edges of your nails until he starts mumbling ow, ow, ow and pulling his arm away.

“Cheeky bastard, coming in here and making a mess of me—“

“—yeah, yeah, ‘m sorry.” Leon noses your neck and gently sways you.

You relax a little when you sees his smile, but can’t help yourself from teasing him a little more. “You’re awful,” you pout, “absolutely the worst.”

“Mm, I love you too.”

“Ugh.”

“I’ll tickle the attitude out of you if I have to.”

“You—!”

[cosmiic-world]

playing dangerous — leon s. kennedy

a little drabble inspired by the song playing dangerous by lana del rey because i’m literally in love with this man and i just had to do it with my favorite cop. i recommend playing it while reading <3

cw: fluff, roleplay (kinda?), very suggestive towards the end!

you were playing music out loud as you cooked in your house, smiling as you recognized the instrumental to one of your favorite songs. you started singing out loud, imagining you were singing to your boyfriend, leon. you turned off the stove once the food was ready and danced around the kitchen, swaying your hips sensually.

“everybody knows that i’m a good girl, officer..” you giggled softly, blushing.

leon was a special agent, which means he was gone for extended periods of time. this time he was gone for almost a month. but what you didn’t notice was the front door opening and the said man peeking and watching you with a fond smile.

you turned and caught a glimpse of him, gasping and squealing. “leon! you’re home!” immediately, you ran and jumped into his arms.

“hi my pretty girl.” he said, holding you up in his arms and kissing you deeply. god, he missed how it felt to have you in his arms again. once he pulled away, he realized the song was still playing. “sing the song for me, yeah?” his smile grew as you became shy.

“i’m in love, i’m in love. lovin’ a hurricane, hurricane, hurricane.”

your heart began to race as you looked into the blue eyes you missed so much, holding onto him tightly as if he would disappear if you let go. “let’s get in the back of your cop car officer.”

something about that line, paired with your doe eyes made lust grow in him, his dick stirring in his pants. he simply picked you up and placed you on the counter, standing in between your legs. “keep singin’ darling.”

“you can ask me anything you want, anything, any- ah!” your singing was cut off with a yelp as he began to kiss your neck, leaving marks as he went.

“don’t stop singing.” he said, his voice deep and rough now.

you couldn’t help but squirm a bit in his hold. you grabbed one of his hands, intertwining your fingers with his.

“do you have a girl? i don’t see a ring on your finger.” you tilted your head as he worked on one side of your neck, moving along with him.

“well that’s interesting have you ever thought of dating a singer?” he found that ticklish spot, making you arch your back against him and giggling.

“the flame’s are getting higher and so’s my desire.” you let out a soft moan as his fingers snuck underneath your shirt, his cold hand against your warm skin making you shiver and whine. your other hand found its way into his hair, gently grabbing the blond strands.

“it’s kind of exciting, don’t you think?” you barely managed to finish the line before yelping again as he picked you up, clinging onto him. you heard a gruff “come on.” before your legs wrapped around his waist which made his boner poke against your plush ass. you knew you were in for it now.

[spicerackofblorbos]

leon s kennedy is ticklish on his sides

[rikanescence]

wc: 1.2k // 'straw' // cousin leon & you !

the flavours of the countryside swirled around in your mouth and, sticking your head out the car window for that cool summer, highway breeze, you felt you'd puke it all out onto the rocky road. you didn’t know much, but you had a fair share of negative assumptions. made from tv shows and whatnot. you'd gotten appetisers, sure. you knew they lived in a ranch in rural america, knew they were farmers, and… that's about it. when it came to your extended family all the way in the outskirts of bumfuck illinois, you had yet to get a proper taste.

you were a little too old for it, but your parents had no problem force-feeding you if it meant you'd get that taste. so this summer, you'd be with the Kennedy's who… lived on a farm, worked on a farm and— jesus, you were going to sleep in an animal house, probably. flies, horse manure, no internet... you'd gotten your serving early, it seemed, and it left a sour taste in your mouth. you brought your head in from the window and leaned on the carseat, giving the rolling green hills a final glance before letting your fault-finding eyes close. sleep would greet you before your relatives did, it seemed, but you hoped the people would at least give you a warmer welcome.

nature’s air smelled like the green grass the cows grazed and it was a change you endorsed, the crisp wind you were eager to breathe in slipping through your nostrils and flowing out in a content sigh from your smiling lips. you scanned the vast expanse of the farm, lively though there was no sign of human life past its entrance. you reckoned your relatives were likely the entire population of the local area. giving the farm closer inspection, watching all the moving pieces that brought it to life, you thought of all the (easy) ways you could make yourself useful here. there was hope you'd enjoy yourself after all.

—♡—

your hands were clammy, glued to your aunt’s by sticky sweat. the sun's daylight beat down on you and you were only glad the woman was considerate, dragging you on a tour through the farm, but never urging you towards labour. your only job was to decipher her ceaseless ramblings, going at a hundred words per minute, the words rushing through your ears like ticklish summer ants marching. crawling up your skin. the pressure to keep listening, coupled with the fear of getting your hands dirty, was an uncomfortableness you forced yourself to endure. worst case scenario she wrapped the tour up early and sent you to do some real farm work. would she plop you down on a tractor?

you reminded yourself that she was considerate, it would be ill-mannered to interrupt her. the ants were marching to a melody now, one you tuned your ears to use as the soundtrack for your visit. the wind's whistling, the dogs’ barking, your aunt’s chatter, and everything else. it all came together in perfect harmony, playing in the background while you gave yourself your own tour, guided by your curious eyes and not your aunt. the old oak-hickory fences hammered into the drying soil that sectioned off the estate, but formed a path for you to walk along between them. ripe, fruitful apple trees grew larger before you as you approached them and your appetite was whet by the natural shine to them, sunshine. there was one thing. one moving, living thing that made the ants fade away completely and brought your melody to a halt. who was that? was that your cousin? you watched the distant male figure work away in the heat. the sleeves of his tight-fitting, western button-down rolled up till his beefy forearms. when you came to such an abrupt halt in your tracks, your aunt’s steps were also forced to a stop, she was jerked back by your hands stuck together. her words could prove their importance now. it wasn’t weird to ask for your cousin’s name, right? that’s only courtesy.

“hey, who's that?”

she turned her head to you, then in the direction yours faced.

“ah,” she smiled, “leon?”

leon.

“working hard as always,” your aunt noted, quieter than her usual speech.

“anyways…” as you braced for a ramble, you felt the ants were back. tearing your eyes from leon, so was the harmony.

—♡—

to be blunt, you'd rather have slept on the floor than your sorry excuse of a bed. the solid, rough mattress dug into your skin like scratchy straw in the night, stirring you from sleep before the rooster could. good morning, america. windows had bonded with you since your arrival in the countryside, the fresh air and view from sticking poking your head out in the countryside was much better than the noise pollution— and literal pollution— from the city. the apple trees waved their leaves at you, good morning. the grass swayed at you, good morning. a man lifted his head towards you, squinting under his hand’s protection from the blinding sunlight to make out your face.

“good morning!”

was that leon? it was hard to decipher facial features from here, but the dirty blond hair matched.

out so early, already at work, doesn't he have anything better to do? no, that's wrong. he's dedicated to his work. ‘working hard as always’, you ought to help him out. your brain stirred with schemes, mouth curling with cunning cheer. cousins help their cousins, right? especially if they were at risk of a heatstroke. 

your steps were featherlight as you descended the stairs, careful not to wake anyone who could interrupt your— anyone who needed their rest! you filled a glass from the kitchen cabinets with water, watching its level rise like the tension within you, taunting to spill if not treated with care. you advanced towards leon with a lump in your throat, careful not to spill, jittery when seeing him so close. his back was turned to you, busy with what looked like weeding.

“um, hey,” you called out, quieter than you expected. “you!”

leon turned to you, his face shiny in the sunlight, eyes a little wide before he laughed.

“did you really have to sneak up on me like that?”

his smile was so simple it charmed you, like the farm. you found yourself missing something that still existed before you.

you apologise with a rueful expression, holding out the glass to him.

“for me?” he raises a brow and points a thick, calloused thumb at himself, drawing your attention to his chest for a moment.

“uh, yeah. for you,” you confirmed, looking away.

leon graced you with another smile.

“much appreciated, but…” he bit the inside of his cheek, eyes averting after noticing your less than rural attire.

“you sure you'll be alright out here wearing… that? y’know, those nice legs of yours’ll get scraped up real bad if you don't cover em up. insects and the like,” he worried. hmph. you thought the denim shorts made you look like a quaint farm girl. overalls next time, you suppose. you couldn't respond fast enough, so leon spoke up before an awkward atmosphere could build.

“thanks, though, sugar.”

his rough hand took a strong grasp around the glass and tilted it, allowing the water to flow into his mouth like a waterfall. his adam's apple bobbed as he gulped it down. he caught you staring. pupils locking onto yours from his eyes’ corner before a smug face washed over him.

your earlier hopes weren’t in vain. now, you were more than sure you’d enjoy your visit.

thank you so much for reading! you wanna talk to him some more? here's his c ai & charhub.

[gor3-hound]

drabbles

ada wong:

☆ lipstick - stealing leon's gf ;)

leon s. kennedy:

☆ don't panic, we might have accidentally gotten married(ask)

☆ teach me how to fight(ask)

☆ are you ticklish?(ask) tw: stepcest

☆ stuck w/stepbro leon(ask) tw: stepcest, brief dub-con

☆ corrupt cop!leon tw: non-con, filming

carlos oliveira:

☆ u.b.c.s carlos patching you up(and eating you out)

logan howlett:

☆ logan is extra careful with his non-mutant gf

[feathergail]

I know leon kennedy has the most ticklish waist ever<333

if u just graze ur nails in the crook of his waist, he’d def arch his back and get those breathy, hiccupy giggles<333333

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

Resident Evil Masterlist

Lady Demitrescu

~Headcannons~

S/O who passes out due to stress and anxiety

S/O who can teleport

S/O who smokes weed

S/O who’s bold

Sick S/O

Ticklish Lady D

Cuddling with Lady D

~Fics~

“I’ll protect you, always.”

Bela Demitrescu

~Headcannons~

S/O who can teleport

Flirting with the Cook

Bold S/O

~Fics~

N/A

Cassandra Demitrescu

~Headcannons~

S/O who can teleport

Sub Cassandra *

~Fics~

N/a

Daniela Demitrescu

~Headcannons~

S/O who can teleport

~Fics~

N/A

Donna Beneviento

~Fics~

S/O who passes out due to stress and anxiety

S/O who can teleport

S/O who can see ghosts

S/O who smokes weed

Sick S/O

S/O who cooks for her

~Fics~

N/A

Salvatore Moreau

~Headcannons~

S/O who passes out due to stress and anxiety

S/O who can teleport

S/O who smokes weed

S/O who gives him constant affection

Sick S/O

~Fics~

Confessing to Salvatore

Karl Heisenberg

~Headcannons~

S/O who passes out due to stress and anxiety

S/O who can teleport

Touch starved S/O

S/O who smokes weed

Kind S/O

Sick S/O

~Fics~

Future S/O who’s a CIA agent

Mother Miranda

~Headcannons~

S/O who can teleport

~Fics~

N/A

Poly!Wintersberg

~Headcannons~

N/a

~Fics~

“What’s wrong with me?”

Lucas Baker

None yet!

Ethan Winters

None yet!

Chris Redfield

None yet!

Claire Redfield

None yet!

Jill Valentine

None yet!

Albert Wesker

None yet!

Rebecca Chambers

None yet!

Leon S Kennedy

None yet!

Carlos Oliviera

None yet!

[fvrxdrm]

A Little Break Wouldn’t Hurt, Right? {NSFW} Leon Kennedy x Reader

Damnation!Leon x F!Reader

Warning(s): NSFW, Fluffy

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Orange and yellow flames danced around inside the fireplace you had set up just an hour ago to ease yourselves from the gelid air of winter night whilst being sheltered inside a cabin that you had found earlier as you ventured throughout the snowy land.

You and your partner, Leon, were sent on a mission to confirm suspicions of B.O.W.s populating the area. But seeing as nothing had popped out yet and the two of you were freezing to death despite the numerous layers of clothes you’d worn, you decided to stop by somewhere for the night until the potent raining of snow had calm down a bit.

The light from the fire that watched the two of you intimately touching each other caused an ethereal glow to light up on both of your exposed bodies and the heat that kissed your skin removed the numbing coolness that took over you two together with the warmth that radiated from each other.

Small whimpers and groans reverberated throughout the cozy house as Leon continued leaving wet kisses and dark bite marks on your skin, the tiny hairs that embellished his face adding more to the sensitivity your body was feeling. His hands felt like fire as they glided against the smooth surface of your skin, sweat beginning to form the more Leon continued his actions.

“Leon”, you softly muttered his name, your voice barely above a whisper as Leon proceeded to touch your slick sex to feel how wet you were. “Should we really be doing this?”

Sure, you got hots for your partner and you sure as hell wished you two were together but he was still your partner, your superior, your best friend. You didn’t want to destroy the great friendship you had just because you were simping over him. That’s the last thing you wanted to happen. What’s going to happen next if you gave yourselves to each other, you wondered.

Leon placed a tender kiss on your wet skin just below your navel before crawling up on all fours and gazed into your eyes that was filled with worry and a hint of lust contrasting with the majority of your emotions right at that moment.

“Y/N”, he began, his fingers finding their way in your hair as they stroked your H/C strands that were splayed across the carpeted floor. His eyes, burning with love and desire, reflected the illumination coming from the flames that were still holding on as if they waited for you two to finish what you started before they could even recede. “I love you. Thank you for the friendship that we have. Thank you for keeping up with my shit even though I’m sure you’re tired of me already. You’ve brightened my days, especially those days where I feel like giving up already. You made my entire life an adventure. You made me feel like the luckiest guy in the whole fucking world and that’s not even saying much. Fuck, I’m not good with cheesy speeches but all I’m saying is I really, really, really love you and I swear to my life I will protect you. I’ll be your Dante if you want to. I’ll be your Legendary Devil Hunter. Y/N, I’m willing to try if you want to but first…I really want to know if you actually feel the same way. I don’t want this to end up into a bad hook up just because we were bored”.

Leon looked at you with a hopeful look in his eyes, his blue orbs that made you fall in love with him focusing into your E/C ones and giving all his attention to you as if proving how much you really meant to him. 

Damn, if Leon really meant what he just said, what the hell were you thinking holding back just because you were scared of your own emotions? Loosen up! Don’t worry about the future so much. Focus on the present. Don’t let negativity get the better of you. Besides, who knows how your relationship would end up? There are only two options, am I correct? It’s either you’ll break it off and try to forget about each other or get married and live a happy life! And surely you wouldn’t want any other woman getting all over him, right?

With that being said, the corners of your lips tugged into a tiny grin as your hands found themselves on each of his prickly cheeks before pulling him down for a kiss. Slow and sensual it was. His lips felt soft while the surface felt rough due to them being chapped but the dryness only caused hills to form on your skin every time your lips would press and brush against each other.

Leon’s lips went lower, lower, and lower to the point where his hot breath had hit your soaking wet nub, causing your breath to shudder and for your hands to land on top of his head.

“Leon”

He proceeded to kiss the inside of your thighs, the ticklish sensation making you giggle a bit.

“I’m gonna show you how much I love you, Y/N. You wouldn’t regret it”

Placing one last kiss on the skin near your sex, he darted his tongue out before licking a long stripe on your nub, gathering the fluids that moistened your area before circling around the engorged pearl that made you go crazy.

Your head snapped up, your grip on his hair tightening even more as he began sucking on your clit. Your breaths became rugged, your eyes rolled to the back of your head; so much that you thought you saw your brain right there. Leon’s name came out of your lips repeatedly like a mantra along with a string of curses that had managed to sneak in between gasps and moans.

Leon hummed and groan as you continued to pull his hair and massage his scalp, the vibrations causing a delicious sensation to run through your nerves and your toes to curl tightly until your feet began to hurt.

“Oh, fuck!”

Two of his fingers joined in the party and penetrated your hole, imitating a come-hither motion to stroke that one spot inside you that turned you into a moaning mess.

Tighter and tighter the knot inside of you, the pressure and the pleasure heightened up even more as Leon’s motions became unbearable. Your pitch went higher and everything in your brain scattered all over the place until you felt warmth escape your body and satisfaction flood your brain.

Leon crawled back up to gaze into your eyes before placing his forehead on top of yours as your palms landed back on his cheeks, just like what you did earlier.

“Are you gonna be okay?” Leon asked as he teased the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“Yeah”

Leon slowly pushed himself inside of you, careful not to let his own excitement take over him and end up hurting you instead of making that the best night of your life…and he didn’t fail. 

+++++++++++++++++++++++

Ahhh *stretches*

Part 2?

[feathergail]

“either stop thinking about leon kennedy being ticklish or become a low quality png of hit musical artist pitbull”

me asf:

[feathergail]

I just woke up a tickle dream and man. I need to share this before I forget then I’ll go back to bed 😭

I’m def gonna draw it when I wake up after I go back to bed, but Iong story short: Leon Kennedy has a very ticklish tum :)