#buddy resident evil

[longingforthecosmos]

I adore you Sasha Kozachenko.

[viviebeevie]

These guys again!!

*click for better quality!

[fortune-fool02]

I want to have Alexander Kozachenko to pin me to the wall, look down at me as his eyes change from normal to that deep shade of red before forcefully kissing me.

[hurrakka]

Lmao fffuck it *puts him in another au once again

[sesamebri]

cat boy postin’

[sarasacuni]

some of the phighters as resident evil characters

[c1a1r3r3df1e1d]

Just have to say this... Everyone is always talking about Leon hitting on all the women when we should be talking about all the men thirsting over Leon.

[cherih3]

damnation

[obsolescent]

he’s soooooo 😫

I am back again to bring chaos lmao. May I request 29. “All of my thoughts about you are improper.” With the best RE Slav, Sasha?

you mean my secret sexy husband leon DEFINITELY knows about? yes sksks

SMUT DRABBLE PROMPTS // ON HOLD

29. "All of my thoughts about you are improper."

How were you supposed to get any work done with Kozachenko looking as good as he did? From across the teachers lounge, Sasha was sitting in his wheelchair, nursing a cup of tea and simply staring out the window in thought.

The papers on your desk had gone untouched since he had come into the lounge for his break, just taking a moment to himself as the other teachers just did their thing and moved on to their classes. When it was just you and him, you had taken to just staring and taking him in.

A lewd thought made your eyes widen slightly, and you looked away from him when you noticed his head turning towards you. You were nervous, heart thumping in your chest, and his voice made you jump almost a foot in the air.

"I've been told it's not nice to stare."

His eyes were glowing a pretty hazel from the sunlight that was shining through the window, and your mouth ran dry of any response. Instead, you bit your lip and looked down, embarrassed for having got caught. How long had he noticed?

"I'm sorry. I don't mean anything by it."

He knew you didn't. Sasha couldn't count on any of his fingers nor toes how many times he had caught you looking at him, a strange expression on your face as if you were daydreaming about him. Sasha came to your desk, sitting on the opposite side as he took in your features.

You looked nervous, shy even, as he gazed at you, and Sasha couldn't help the tilt of his head as he inspected you, asking with a ghost of a smirk playing his lips.

"What is it that you think about when you gaze at me?"

"E-Excuse me?"

Sasha shook his head, leaning forward and interlocking his hands as he chastised.

"Don't play coy games with me. Do you really want me to tell you how many times I've caught you staring?"

Your eyes widened, and Sasha continued to poke and prod.

"It's just us, зайка, you don't have to be shy."

The russian slithered off his tongue with natural ease, but it made your heart skip a beat as you blurted out.

"I'd rather not. All of my thoughts about you are improper."

You both seemed too stunned to speak, and you wished for the world to swallow you into a hole; never to be seen again. Sasha, however, had a smile growing on his face as his tongue slipped out to lick his lips.

"Oh, really? We still have about twenty minutes for break. Perhaps, you would like to indulge me? I do love a good story."

[almondcroissantsandink]

i got to the part with Moreau and just imagine fighting your way through two terrifying bosses only to have a whining, slimy fish man call you stupid

i feel like it’d be rough 

[sealbee101]

the s actually stands for serving

close up!!! vv

[drrden]

‘Study’ Leon Kennedy x Gender Neutral! Reader

I headcanon Leon was smart in highschool - in History majorly. So...

There's always bound to be that one student who pays attention to a hundred percent of the lessons taught, not letting their attention falter for even a brief moment. As if missing out on a split second's worth of information could tarnish their grades and ruin their entire future. In the majority of your classes, this is none other than Leon Kennedy himself, a friendly guy who's typically on the quieter side. Predominantly during lessons though, that is, since he refuses to let any of his friends distract him from achieving the best results in the exams that he can possibly get. Perhaps it's the desire to distance himself from his past, the one he's buried deep within himself, limiting to it a certain degree of obscurity. Figuring that, if he's academically successful enough, then he won't get roped up into some shady side of society; someone from his biological family's past might catch up to him one day. No way is Leon letting him continue the legacy of the family he admittedly misses more than anything, despite having lived with his adoptive parents for the majority of his life by now. All of this could be the reasoning, some twisted sense of inferiority to his classmates who had normal childhoods. Or maybe, just maybe, he's smart. Could just be as simple as that, he's just a guy wanting to do well in life - but it just appears to come unnaturally easily.

The class that he's most successful in at the moment is History, having a profound interest for events of the past, and how they've shaped modern society. And it just so happens to be one of the lessons you share with Leon, despite your enthusiasm not being as evident or intense as his. As any student with a desire to pursue other things than being shoved into a cramped yet quiet classroom would, you're not always in tip-top shape to be paying attention to every little detail. That's where a certain well-mannered American of Italian descent comes into the picture, being your study pal. Not that he exactly volunteered for the position for himself, but he didn't exactly have it in him to deny you of the privilege - being far too polite to let you fail any of the tests due to having no clue about some of the course content. Though it was imposed upon him suddenly a few months ago, he still puts effort into your weekly sessions; bringing flashcards for you to keep, with summaries neatly filling up the rectangular cardboard pieces. Which are all color coded by the way. For once, the topic you're studying is at least mildly interesting, since it's from a period spanning between just before World War One to a while after it. Despite this, the weekly meet ups between you and Leon persist.

Which is where the two of you find yourselves once again, nestled away in a quiet corner of the school's library - away from all the jocks throwing crumpled up balls of paper as if they're still in middle school. Leon flinches a little when he hears them in the distance, still having a sense of anxiety that they're going to come over here and disturb the one time he gets to talk to you. "So. Uhm. The Treaty of Versailles." The words not exactly tumbling from his lips, instead he speaks stiffly - like English isn't even his mother tongue, as if he's reading from an automated speech. Offering an encouraging nod, you urge him to continue, accustomed to the pattern of his timidness easing up the further you get into studying together. "Yeah, that's what we said you were going to go over today." A gentle reminder, and that's all it takes for him to straighten up, clearing his throat and glancing round; as if searching for the information on the cracked walls of the building. Snapping out of it after a short moment, his attention flicks back to you, nodding. "Ah, right. So...Germany were expected to face repercussions for starting the war in the first place." For a while, he rambles on about the reparations bill and how their army was limited to 100,000 men, all the basics as he gives you a rundown.

Reaching into his bag, he pulls out designated flashcards, decorated with little doodles and smiley faces, complimenting his endearingly messy handwriting. Leon passes them over to yours and you accept, fingers brushing against his momentarily - and you can almost swear you notice his unblemished cheeks redden partially. "You, uhm, seem to know a lot more about this than you do with other topics we've covered together." Though the sentence is more of a declarative, there's a tinge of a compliment within there, however he's much too unsure of himself to outwardly praise you. Not thinking much of it, you sheug, brushing the notion off with nonchalance. "Anything's better than learning about those art guys, Leonardo DiCaprio or whatev-" "Da Vinci." He corrects, eyes widening as he seems more caught off guard at his interruption than you are, having not meant to come across as rude. You him in response, not finding it not really offensive or anything, but Leon gets the wrong end of the stick. "Yeah-" "I'msorryIdidn'tmeantointerrupt." Being totally honest, you didn't really catch a word of that, but you've gotten the general gist that Leon's apologetic over one small interruption, but it's sweet in a way. Essentially panting over the exertion from speaking so quickly and letting his thoughts tumble out in an effort to soothe your nonexistent frustration.

It's like that awkward stage as a relationship is brewing, two people desperate to avoid any awkward silence when they're with the person who it's most enjoyable to talk to. But these introverted qualities only apply to Leon, and you offer him a blank stare - not deterred by his anticts in the slightest. Just continuing on as if nothing had happened. "Leon, it's fine." Though you brush it off, you can't help but notice there's a certain nagging feeling in you, sensing that his jitteriness is more prevalent than usual. "...Are you okay?" Following a quick glance around, you lean in and lower your voice; wearying over if someone else is around to hear. The answer is given, plain and simple, biting on the tip of his thumb and sharing his head frantically. "It's fine. Just the Literature test is coming up and I'm not exactly confident." Literature. You're actually decent at that, maybe he knows this already. Well, thinking of it now, there's not exactly been anything you've done to repay him. "I guess we could make our little rendezvous two times a week." A playful tease from you, but the suggestion is genuine. "And I do owe you a dinner, I guess." Looks like you'll be seeing a lot more of each other.

[heisenbergs-magnetic-dick]

“aw, is Rose’s DADDY alright?”

I know what you are, Heisenberg

[duvastian]

Weight bearing, untie you

(Old username)

[fan-fangirl-world]

In the “what if Leon helps to take care of Rose as well” or “Chris and Leon adopted Sherry but Chris made Leon to adopt Rose just because”

This happens when your kid has two dads and one of them doesn’t wanna share the gift.

[nihapiyas]

Okay im tired of pretending i dont think re6 leon and helena aren’t best friends that hate eachother and i have a whole thing dedicated to this in a portion pf my brain. Im gonna start pumping this out in art form