#I have never played resident evil

[knight-of-heart-and-art]

hm. i am just now learning that heisenberg residentevil is a boss battle and not just some kind of baffling love interest

[tossacointoyourhotmess]

Resident Evil (1996 - )

Alpha Team is flying around the Forest zone situated in north-west Raccoon City, where we're searching for the helicopter of our compatriots, "Bravo Team", who disappeared during the middle of our mission.

Bizarre Murder cases have recently occurred in Raccoon City. There are outlandish reports of families being attacked by a group of about ten people. Victims were apparently eaten. Bravo Team went to the hideout of the group….and disappeared.

[meliciousmel13]

he’s so coquette

UIVBRWUIFBJKEABDJDB

[akilahia]

One thing about Resident Evil, they sure do know how to write straight couples.

[caitlynmeow]

Lmao I really love how canonically Alcina said this to her daughters:

@ Bela: “I expect results.”

@ Cassandra: “you’re my daughter, act like it.”

And then there is Daniela and Alcina is just “have fun!”

[videogameshibas]

THAT FUCKING DOG!!!!!!!!!!! Mira (Silent Hill 2 Remake)

Does this mean I should update my pfp now? Lol.

I was never ever really a silent hill guy, but from a shiba loving point and also just enjoying videogames, I acknowledge she is iconic!!! This was such a silly but welcome suprise.

Her animations are simutaneously a huge improvement from a remake standpoint but also hmm eeeh? Like the animation of her licking that guys face I found a little eh! But otherwise I LOVE how shes doing something now, how shes just wiggling her little paws pressing buttons it is SOOOO CUTE...

I think I have a bit of the problem of the lighting, but haha thats a story for another blog. 20/10 all hail our shiba overlords and silent hill fans im sorry i am so confused 🙏

[sillyabtmusic]

"It has been reported that the virus is not airborne but can be transferred by contact of blood." - Flip that Coin : The KingDom

[thxnks4themrms]

I know you don't play a lot of games but did you know. Leon Kennedy from resident evil is the demolition man actually

(the guy he's modeled after is the same guy that portrays the demolition man on the lotms cover and that blew my mind when I played re6 for the first time)

- 🪓🖤

WOAH THATS COOL

[zombiekillerbiceps]

Slow, Slow Steel

Content: 14k words, re4r Leon, knife play, Dom!Leon, Leon X Reader, no Y/N, pain play, sadism, size kink, glove kink (barely), praise, angst, comfort

You and Leon experiment with knife play for the first time...

The sliver of steel glinted in the moonlight, it's point hovering above your hips. Anticipation pooled in your stomach. You squeezed your thighs together to prevent it from turning into impatience, or else you might tilt your hips up towards it like you would Leon's touch. It hovered there, not making contact but so achingly close. Was he hesitating? Building up tension?

It was late into the night. The shadows in your bedroom were heavy and your figures were barely illuminated by the street lamps outside. The city, for once, was quiet. Holding it's breath with you. The only sounds were fat raindrops hitting the window and your own, shuddering breathing.

Was he going to make you beg for it? You tried to meet his gaze but his eyes were fixated on your body. Then, gentle as a whisper, the tip of the knife brushed against your skin.

It was cold. Goosebumps exploded across your body as you drew a breath. The edge of the knife just barely, barely tracing the v-line of your hip. It grazed so slowly up your belly, making its way towards your ribcage, before it was gone again. You let your breath out slowly, smiling as the adrenaline made your body warm and sensitive.

Leon watched your reaction like a hawk. His own muscles were coiled tight, his biceps flexing with self control. He was trained too well to shake when he was nervous. Hundreds of hours of training and hundreds more of experience ensured he moved with precision and purpose - especially when his blood started racing. When a single mistake could...

"You like that?" He needed to hear you say it. "You want more?"

You nodded, so desperately wanting to feel the blade against your body again. You wanted it a little rougher, a little harder. He could clearly see how turned on you were. The way your thighs squeezed together to stop your hips from rocking, the way your breath shuddered, the way your body quivered at the low timbre of his voice.

"Use your words," he cooed.

"Please?"

Not good enough. His free hand was at the back of your head, buried in your hair. His forearm flexed again with the motion of pulling your hair back, tilting your jaw towards him as his massive frame towered over you. He kept the knife far from both of you, but it's tantalizing glint in the dim light kept your attention. He noticed how wide your pupils got. He heard the soft mewl that escaped you. He felt the way your hips rocked - did you even know what you did to him when you got like this?

"Say it properly," he growled. His eyes were dark and hard, demanding and desperate. He needed to hear you say it. "Tell me you like it or we stop right here."

"No! I like it! Fuck, Leon, I love how it feels. Please don't stop," you begged. He'd barely touched you at all and here you were begging for it already. It was humiliating. The wetness grew between your legs.

"Good girl," he says. His praise makes you blush, makes you all the more eager to please him.

He doesn't move from his position leaning over you. He brings the knife back to your skin, growing hard at the way your breath quickens before he even touches you.

The flat side of the blade presses against your belly. He drags it upwards, now with enough force to really feel it. If the blade were flipped around, a thin line of red would follow it. It traveled across the softest part of your abdomen, up towards your rib cage. Your abs flexed as you desperately tried to keep still for him. It explored the hills of your rib cage, biting at the soft skin there, before making the climb up your breasts.

Leon's breath was heavy now. He pressed his hips against your thigh and you could feel how hard he was. Fuck, he was enjoying this just as much, wasn't he?

The knife circled your breast. From the bottom, around the top near your collar bone, and then inwards. The tip of the knife grazed against your nipple and you almost cry out. Then it's gone again.

You whimper. Your hands are on his bicep, feeling the solid muscle there that drove you crazy, trying to bring the feeling back. His free hand gently strokes your hair, then your face. He was wearing those fingerless black gloves he wore for work. The worn leather caressing your cheek, his soft fingertips tracing your features. Your cheeks were red and flushed, your lips parted.

He was always transfixed by your mouth. His thumb traced your cheek bone, your jaw, your chin, then brushed your bottom lip. Again, this time with more force, gently opening your mouth for him. Fuck, you looked so hot like that.

Your tongue flicked out against his thumb, inviting him in. His eyes widened. You drew his thumb into you mouth, licking, sucking, biting. You found it almost funny how quickly you could turn the tables on him.

His hand was grasping your jaw then. Hard. Hard enough to leave bruises and he was barely using any force. There was dark humour in his eyes, and you felt the meaning behind them. You really thought you had any control here? His voice came out barely above a whisper.

"Did you forget I'm the one with the fucking knife?"

Cold, hard metal pressed against your ribcage. You gasped, but his frame pinned you in place. It was still only the dull side but it hurt when he sliced it across your body.

You moan. Tears pricking your eyes. Your body was so hot it felt like it was on fire. You wanted him to hurt you more. You wanted him to press that knife against your throat and fuck you. The wetness between your legs was unbearable, you needed more. Your hands grasped at his arms, his chest, too needy to notice how he stiffened.

He could kill you.

The thought crossed his mind the first time you brought this up, and again the second that knife first kissed your skin, but seeing the tears collect in your eyes, it was all he could think.

The bruises were already growing on your jaw and he didn't even realize he'd done it. He looked over your body, naked and vulnerable for him, and all he could see was years of training beating into him where the vital organs were. Which major arteries would cause you to bleed out. Even with the flat side of the blade, his brain was finding all the ways he could hurt you. Really hurt you. Without even breaking a sweat. Without even meaning to.

What scared him most was the part of him that wanted to.

"Baby?" Your hands on his cheeks drew him back to you. Your gentle touch, your beautiful eyes, the concern for him that clearly showed on your flushed features.

A gloved hand wove through your hair as he pulled you close and pressed your foreheads together. His breath was harsh and ragged, his cock still straining hard against you, a thin streak of wet against your thigh. You squeezed your legs together to calm yourself, then shifted so you were facing him with his body between your legs.

"I know you would never hurt me," you tell him, running your hands over his shoulders comfortingly, shamefully pushing aside the part of you that was getting hot again thinking of his strength.

He pulls away and looks at you, searching. You smile reassuringly.

"We can stop if you want to," you say.

He lets out a long breath, his body relaxing. He leans forward and kisses you. Sweet, at first. Quickly growing sloppy, messy, wet. His free hand tucks around the back of your thigh, squeezing the sensitive skin there hard enough to make you moan.

"I don't want to stop," he groaned. He shifted his hips, pressing his cock against the warmth of your cunt.

He shoved you back down. His forearm across the broad of your chest, holding you down against the bed like it was nothing. His fingers dug into your shoulder, bruising you. He pushed his hips against you, grinding himself against your dripping pussy with an intensity that surprised you. The choked-back groans he let out reminded you of a wild animal desperate to either fuck or tear you apart.

He brought the knife back up to where you could see it. The city lights glinting off it's surface. His gloved hand flexing around it's hilt. Did he just want to remind you that he was in charge? He kept grinding against you, his muscles tight with restraint, encouraged by the way you moaned and whimpered for him. Seeing him like this... was exciting. It scared you.

He slammed the knife into the bedside table, burying it an inch deep in solid wood like it was butter. He flashed that stupid, cocky smile. Show off.

He kissed you again. You pulled him closer with your legs, and he finally, finally pushed his cock into you. It slid in easily, the sound of how wet you were making a noise that would have made you blush if it weren't for how fucking badly you needed him.

He fucked you like that, hard and unrelenting, with the knife buried in the bedside just inches away.

[skyburger]

"fnaf is the scariest game ever" "no its silent hill" "well i think its resident evil" everyone shut up!!!!!! youre all wrong. its actually zack & wiki quest for barbaros' treasure (on the nintendo wii) but only the level "keeper of the ice". that level scared me so bad as a kid and you can tell because its the only individual level i remember the name of off the top of my head. like there is nothing scarier than a) being chased and b) being on a time limit. and you know what this level has? BOTH OF THOSE. this level is still scary to me im like AHHHHH!!!! and then i die

[ramontism]

[kiwinatorwaffles]

re2 shitpost because my friends were talking about this meme

[astrxealis]

dear gods i adore horror tbh but i am way too sensitive to it

[ellipsiseffervescent]

so i made a chart on my headcannons for how i think the resi characters would identify their sexualities. it's not totally comprehensive of all sexualities, of course, and i left romantic flags off for space reasons. i also put a clean version of the chart for your own hyperinterest fandom needs (maybe type words instead of spending an hour on circles like me idk) obligatory: this is a silly lil opinion, not analysis

some quick thoughts on my hcs:

some bisexuals in this category choose this label because it’s just what theyre used to (wesker, billy coen), others because they think it sounds sexier than pansexual (carlos)

however, I think excella would identify as bi for illogical terf reasons

OG re4 ashley is homophobic. 4 remake ashley is a sweet asexual lesbian who supports her best friends, two guys fucking (leon and luis)

only sherry uses the word “pansexual” for herself, everyone else gives generalized “gender doesn’t matter to me” answers (except leon, who blushes but won’t say anything)

jill goes back and forth on how to define herself but she’s not too concerned with picking a label. if she likes you, you’ll know, otherwise don’t worry about it

helena is asexual, aromantic, and tired of the allosexual shenanigans of re6

maybe barry had a gay experience in the military, but if so it's essentially a repressed memory. he fought w his daughter moira when she first came out for what were certainly unrelated reasons, but now he's a proud ally to his queer child.

ethan and heisenburg absolutely had homoerotic tension but it only went one way. ik theres a lot of fanwork for gay ethan but i get nothing queer from that guy sorry

mia's conservative coded to me in a way i can't quite explain. like i think she would have kicked her daughter out of the house for being queer

Here's the clean chart:

[jellyfishsempai]

Why didn’t Leon just give him a herb?