#dbd leon x reader

[cherubfae]

𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 || {𝔩𝔢𝔬𝔫 𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔡𝔶, 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢}

what better way to test if your boyfriend can stay silent by sucking him off in the middle of a trial with a killer on the prowl? things do not go as planned.

tags: nsfw, smut, gn!afab! Resident Evil verse!reader, dubcon (just in case!!), descriptions of afab anatomy, degradation/namecalling (ghostie), forced blowjobs (ghostie), public acts of indecency, voyeurism (ghostie likes to watch), dry humping (Ghostie x reader), established relationship, slight ghostface x reader x leon, brief mentions of anal play, allusions to puppyboy!Leon, leon is a bit of a freak lmao he's def a closet perv, breeding kink (previous mentions about potentially having kids), Leon and reader are not good teammates x3, this got vulgar aaaaa

The Macmillan estate was vast, cluttered in useless machinery, old rusted tools, and many nooks and crannies for you and Leon to find a temporary safe haven in. The Ghostface had already successfully hooked an injured Meg, who had struggled enough to summon the Entity early, unfortunately, everyone knew they wouldn't make it in time to unhook her. Her sacrifice would soon be claimed by spindly inky spider-like legs. With one practically in the bag, the killer continued on his vicious pursuit of both Vittorio and Sable.

Crouched down into a squat with his back to the silent generator, Leon winces at the jingle of his belt, quickly unfastening the buckle and tugging down the zip. "Are you sure you can keep quiet?" The rookie teased. He looked smug, one dark brow raised, and his thumbs hooked into the loops of his uniform pants. The waistband of said pants sag around his hips, a sliver of skin revealed above his blue plaid boxers, looking oh so tantalizing.

Scoffing, you shoot him an incredulous look, unimpressed. "Leon, baby, every time one of the killers strikes you it sounds like you're practicing for a porno, you little masochist. This was your idea. Don't make me gag you." He knew full well you'd find whatever you could to shove in his mouth-- and he secretly hoped it would be the underwear you're currently wearing.

Whining, Leon's head dully thuds back against the generator. "Fuck, that doesn't sound half bad. Wanna try without first, baby, please. Promise I'll be your good boy." Giving you that signature grin you love so much, Leon easily swayed your opinion. He really was just like a puppy, always begging to be praised, and you were more than happy to oblige your boyfriend.

You missed all the toys you liked to use on him back home in Raccoon City. The way his ass stretched around the silver plug you oh so kindly fucked into him. Leon would just about die if any of his comrades ever found out that almost every night after his shift his partner was fucking his ass with a wolf-like tail butt plug or a pretty, glittery blue strap-on. He would never mention he had the ears, the studded collar, and the paw print gloves to match. All in an adoringly cute silvery-grey.

And when you weren't pounding into him? He had you folded in half beneath his strong body, ever so eager to prove just how much he's physically improved, humping into you in the deepest mating press possible. Never fully satisfied, much less satiated, unless you were dripping in his seed. He loveeeeed watching your hole clench with the absence of his dick, cum staining the sheets below. Like a doting, caring boyfriend, he'd push back all of his cum inside. You'd talked about it before. Maybe he wanted it to take this time.

You two were insatiable, like rabbits.

Now, trapped in this eternal purgatory, things were certainly no different. You two continued on as normal as you could in this hellscape. You thanked whatever god, probably the Entity, thank you were sent here with your boyfriend. True hell would be to never get to see one another again.

Deciding he is taking too long; you yank them down yourself. A gust of wind ripples across the ground, making the two of you shudder and huddle in even closer.

His erection is hard and hot, flushed red and thicker than your wrist, and visibly twitching in your grasp. You've barely touched him yet and already Leon gasps like he's close to cumming.

"Fuck, baby, need you. I need you, please." Leon begs, shuffling closer. He claims your mouth in a passionate kiss, parting with a heavy whine. Gently lowering you to rest between his legs, he parts your lips gently; always so sweet and kind to you. Tapping his cock against your lips, you open wide, tongue lolling out to lap at his tip. His moans are delicious and it's clear there was never any intention of him staying quiet. He'd already failed.

You take him in as far as you can go, swallowing around his head once he hits the back of your throat. His fingers curl around the back of your neck to keep you in place, idly toying with the ends of your hair. Too deep in your element, you fail to hear a rustling noise several feet away from you.

Leon, drunk on pleasure, snapped his head up. Through ashen blonde bangs he makes out the unmistakable shadowy outline of the Ghostface's shroud billowing in the wind. Although straining, he can hear the muffled, heavy breathing rasp from behind the killer's mask. Yet, the cloaked murderer makes no move to stop for the couple.

Narrowing his eyes, he watches Ghostface with confusion. Watches as the killer sheaths his knife into the ground with a dull thud. Despite the distance, Leon doesn't miss the jerking motion Ghostface does with his hand now between his crouched legs.

Leon's hand cards through your hair, stroking the silken strands lovingly. A gasp catches in his throat when your eyes tilt up, peering at him through your lashes, with your mouth full of his thick cock.

Smirking, he caressed your cheek. "We've got an audience, love. The Ghostface," he hummed. "But he's not trying to attack us. Guess he likes watching my pretty baby suck their boyfriend's dick." He gently taps your cheek, a signal to continue. "Whaddya say, wanna give him a better look? Want him to touch you? Yeah? Atta baby." Leon waves his hand. "Go ahead then, Mr. Ghostface. Do what you will."

Now you hear it. The uneven, raspy breathing. The crunching of heavy boots on dead grass, the cracking of twigs as the predator creeped ever closer. There was the undeniable scent of steel, of faint cologne, and the tang of copper. Blood.

Heat pools in your abdomen at the lewdness of this whole scenario. There was something undeniably sexy that both your boyfriend and some masked stranger, a serial killer, were getting off to such a display of indecency.

A gloved hand, sleek against your soft hair, roughly pushes your head down forcing you to take Leon to the back of your throat; Leon crying out in ecstasy. You gasp and gag, sputtering and coughing around the length, your nose buried in Leon's pubic hair. Unable to look to see what's happening, you do what you can to focus on pleasing your boyfriend. The strong hand on your hand is a heavy reminder that the roles have now been switched.

Something warm and hard pressed at your ass. It didn't take you too long to guess as to what it may be. A second later, you're being pushed tightly into Leon's chest, your hips harshly gripped between gloved hands as Ghostface drags his bare, flushed cock along the seam of your jean shorts. He's long and thick, that much is evident, with every drag of his cock along your clothed cunt. Precum clings to the light blue fabric, staining it.

Ghostface humps his cock at your backside like a mutt breeding a bitch. His larger frame has you caged between the two males, thighs pinning yours in place and gloved hands groping any skin he can touch. You yelp as Leon's cock falls out of your mouth with a wet pop. Spit and saliva connect the two. You wrap your hand around him, sticking out your tongue to lap at his head moaning low.

Slipping his hand beneath your waistband he alternates from grinding his gloved fingers along your slit and grabbing a handful of your tits. The texture was rough. It rubbed your skin raw, massaging your velvet walls in such a way that you saw stars. You didn't care how fucked out you looked anymore, you rode Danny's fingers eagerly.

"Suck his dick like a good little whore," came the raw, deep voice of the Ghostface. "You like your mouth being used as his little fuck hole, don't you, sweetheart?" Feigning sweetness, the killer cards his fingers through your hair. Tears prick your eyes, but fuck, it was so hot. It felt so fucking sexy to be used like this.

Gripping you at the scalp, Ghostface roughly forces you to bob your head up and down on Leon's cock. Your boyfriend frantically tries to give you some semblance of peace and security by gripping and massaging your shoulders with his warm hands. His eyes squeeze tight, rapidly inhaling and exhaling.

"F-fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Leon yelps, hips gyrating. Borderline fucking your throat with every hump of his hips to your face. He hoped you would forgive him. It felt too damn good to stop now.

Ghostface cackled, forcing you back down. His large hand greatly obscures the back of your neck. He holds you in place, all the while laughing at your tear-stained face desperately trying to swallow down all of the rookie's cum; white essence spilling out of your mouth as you're overfilled.

"Such a slutty, slutty little mess, hmm?" Ghostface grumbled. He yanks you off Leon's dick, forcing you to face him. Leon instinctively wraps his strong arms around your tummy. Ghostface kicks your legs apart to crouch between them. His leaking, bare cock now visible with his shroud hiked up to his waist. Long, hard and visibly throbbing for attention. He cups at your sex, mocking your pathetic whine. "Think you can fit two dicks in there, sweetheart? Whaddya say, rookie cop? Feel like sharing?" As if Leon had any choice.

Collecting the cum trickling down your chin, Ghostface pushes two leather-clad fingers into your mouth. The digits press down on your tongue, noisily slurping on them. Red eyes, as red as blood, stare down at your wanton expression with faux kindness. There is only sadistic mockery in his tone. "Show us your hole, then, sweets. I think it's time I deserved a treat. I'll go easy on ya. I'd hate to make Kennedy pissy." He hissed, his hand going to his cock, jerking himself directly over you. "Unless you'd rather be hooked?"

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[oletus-writer]

Leon Kennedy Love Language Headcannons

Warnings: none

His two love languages would be acts of service, and quality time. Need an herb? No problem, he’ll give you one of his. He treasures every moment with you, whether or not he’s on his mission with you, or if you’re a welcome respite from all the slaughter.

‘Hey, here’s an egg. You seem pretty hungry. Oh, me? Don’t worry about it - I’ve got plenty of food.’

Naturally, he’d like you to return the affections in the same way; make him a cup of coffee after a long day, massage his shoulders and destroy him in Super Smash Bros, and he’s smitten.

He loves it when someone’s looking out for him - not a lot of people have, and it gives you a special place in his weary heart. Spending what precious time with you is also always a treat, since his job is dangerous and he may die at any time. He wants to create lasting memories of you, in case he never sees you again.

‘Hey, I’m back. Want to play some video games? No, I’m never too tired to not play. Come on, what are you waiting for?’

[trick-jester]

Friendly Killer [02]

[Leon S Kennedy/Killer!Reader]

❝ A lover’s charade. ❞

warnings : blood (slight gore description), swearing, sexual intimacy implications, reader is given she/her pronouns but gender is never specified

3100+ words

A/N: I am really, really sorry in advance. I feel like this chapter isn’t as good of quality as the first chapter made. I’ve re-written this around 8 separate times trying to summarize my entire idea but compressing 10k worth of words into 3k is stupid difficult. I’ve been sitting on this for over half a year and want to just get it over with so I broke it up. Hope you still enjoy reading though! Ɛ>

The chanting caws of crows echo eternally into night sky, fading into obscurity upon taking a directionless flight. 

[F/n] sighs, leaning onto the windowsill of her worn cabin. Deep within her own thoughts as her eyes mindlessly skim through the dainty atmosphere of her own realm. She runs her fingers through her hair, untangling small knots caught along the way.

It had been minutes since the end of their previous match. Hours since Leon confessed his feelings for her without needing to say a word. The permanent memory made her flush. From the way his lips felt against hers to the way their bodies melded together almost too perfectly, it was as if they were created specifically for one another.

Images of his nude figure were pinned at the very center of her core memories: burned securely into its place. [F/n] felt her mouth water at the mental sight of his abs, her cheeks sizzling feverishly as she could do nothing to prevent the replay of their intimacy.

Her scowl cracks, unable to hide the adoration felt as a smile emerges among the visible blush on her expression. Though as quick as it came— it went.Coming away from her position, [F/n] groans, bringing a hand to soothe her a temple. There was a major issue present she couldn't ignore. Their prolonged session couldn't have gone unnoticed by his teammates.

Would they believe Leon if he said she slugged him? Or if he was simply being overly stealthy? Could anything really justify the absurd amount of time taken to complete a match?

The mere idea of anyone else discovering their relationship gave her a migraine.

How would her fellow killers respond? How would the survivors respond?

If the survivors shunned Leon it would snowball into a massive issue in the long run, making matches far more strenuous than needed. It would only require for him to be downed once —once to be abandoned on hook— for his run to be over.

Then, knowing well none of the killers would show an ounce mercy without some sort of return she simply couldn't provide, the outcome of this would eventually drive [F/n] to a breaking point. The entity was not at all a fan of friendly fire when it came to her killers, she knew this far too well.

[F/n] felt her heartbeat quicken, clutching a fistful of her serape. Heavy footsteps did nothing to reel her from overthinking as Danny made his presence known. Arm extended to grip the doorframe.

The leather of his glove crossing her eyes first before the rest of him did.

Danny shook his head as their eyes met. Demeanor anything but well, there was no sugarcoating what transpired. 

"Well there's two things— it's a shitshow." He pauses, head shrinking back in anticipation.

"They ended up interrogating your little plaything, toots."

[E/c] eyes widen, [F/n] paced towards him with anger.

"What do you mean?"

"Well..."

Leon sighed, planting his thumb and index finger across his forehead. He was visibly annoyed. Though he didn't expect any less from the result of their previous trial. Tossing his head back out of his hunched position, he stands, finally turning towards the group with a stern expression.

He felt his anxiety rising under the number of mixed stares he'd receive from judging eyes. Awaiting any sort of explanation, reasoning, justification. They all wanted an answer he couldn't honestly give them.

"I already said what happened, whether you believe me or not isn't my problem." Leon repeats.

YunJin scoffs at him. "Do we look stupid to you?" Her arms crossed. "You spent hours in the realm!" The accusatory tone in her voice didn't go unnoticed. Their other two teammates, Dwight and David, were complete contrasts of each other's reactions.

David appeared more annoyed than upset, his hand rubbing the ache felt within his head. Like YunJin, he suspected something was going on: whether it was foul play or not was something to be told. Though he wasn't nowhere near accusatory.

Dwight on the other hand chewed on his nails, rather dismissive of the entire situation, figuring there must've been some sort of misunderstanding. They were all on the same side, it wouldn't make any sense for Leon to lie. He was a rookie cop fighting to save the world.

"Maybe he's... telling the truth?" He mumbles just loud enough to be heard, readjusting his glasses to see YunJin shoot him a displeased look. "I-I mean he has n-no reason to lie? I, uhm, I trust him..."

Dwight's voice gets softer and softer, feeling the pressure as the three stare intensely at him. Leon makes eye contact with Dwight, nodding at him in appreciation. In return, Dwight smiles sheepishly. Almost proud.

Though Leon felt bad for taking advantage of his naivety, the result of outing themselves far outweighed his guilt.

YunJin, scoffing, makes her discontent even more obvious than it already was. She grimaced, shoving a finger close to Leon's features. "Whatever you are hiding— you will regret it. That girl is nothing more than a manipulator."

The sound of crunching leaves quickly fills the ambiance as Yunjin storms off, David following after with a disappointed sigh and a mutter.

Leon stands, a wave of relief washing over him as their figures soon disappear within the trees. For the time being the issue has been squashed, at least until Yunjin tries something. He crosses his arms.

Dwight nervously laughs. "Y-You've always been nice to everyone at the campsite, so I-I trust you. Yunjin can be a bit... uh... Overdramatic?" Dwight struggles to find the words, not that it mattered. Leon can tell what the intention was, grateful at the attempt.

"Thank you." Was all he said, needed to, as Dwight returns the expression. He looks in the direction they walked off in momentarily before meeting his eyes again. Dwight immediately gets the message.

Danny peeks his head out of the tree he stood behind, eyes glued to the man who his best friend had fallen for. He becomes very aware of how hard he was gripping the handle of his knife. And suddenly, it dawned on him.

He wasn't staring at Leon, Danny was staring through him— the direction where the others walked in.

The way YunJin walked off raised some alarm. Was she a threat? Danny couldn't exactly hear the conversation due to the proximity between them. Regardless, this was something he couldn't chance. Merely judging based off expressions it was nothing good.

Danny scoops up a small rock beside him, gently tossing it in the air to test its velocity before launching it through the barrier. The small waves it produced as a result was enough to capture Leon's gaze, spotting it as it kicked up the dirt beside him upon landing.

Ghostface waves him over, causing Leon to look behind him for a moment to ensure Dwight was no longer around. Leon walks over to Danny without hesitation.

"YunJin— does she want to die?"

"All she knows is that I'm hiding something.”

Danny, dissatisfied at the answer, says nothing else but rolls his dark eyes at the response. He turns his back on Leon, taking a few steps away whilst fixing his mask. When he halted, he peers over his shoulder.

"Your girlfriend asked for you."

"Should've said something sooner."

It takes Leon a second before coming his side almost too eagerly. His boyish grin didn't go unnoticed. Danny raises a brow amused by the reaction. 

"Completely shameless." Ghostface chimed. 

Fading into the trees, the only a trace of them left were the crushed leaves that met their shoes.

"So where the fuck is he?" [F/n] interrupted impatiently, looking in the direction Danny originally walked in from. She held some expectation he would be near, though when she saw no trace of him her gaze returns to Danny.

Thankful she couldn't see the expression behind his mask, a bead of imaginary sweat runs from his forehead down to his chin. "...And that's the second issue. We got separated trying to enter your realm.”

The immediate shift of her expression made him cringe.

She less than subtly pushed past his shoulder, causing him to stumble slightly. Though it wasn't powerful enough to knock him over, it was enough for Danny to shoot her a glare. 

"You're welcome too... bitch." He brushed it off quickly as he joined her out the door.

⨯ ┈┈┈┈┈✦┈┈┈┈┈ ⨯

Crouched behind a wall of trash, Leon tensed as the sound of footsteps came closer. The pit in his stomach grew as he leaned over in an attempt to get a glance. Eyes meeting the figure of the man who looked around with a purpose.

He inches towards the opposite end, making the turn just in time as Evan moved forward. His fist clenched on the handle of his cleaver which was painted a sickly red at the dried blood. A low growl breaks the silence.

"I know you're out here!"

If anyone were to tell him this would be the current state of his life going into the future, that rookie officer would probably shit himself.

The cold sweat on Leon's neck increases as he does his best to create as much distance as possible between them. Leon spots a vault a few steps away, tracking towards it. His steps were light, worried the slightest sound would be his last, relieved once he successfully made it completely across.

Leon turns his head back, only able to see the very top of Evan's back.

"I'm not in the mood to play this game of hide and seek. Whoever's here needs to get the fuck OUT!" Evan's voice rung throughout the realm in clear agitation.

As nice as the idea was, Leon quite literally had no idea how to leave. Traditionally he'd have to do generators, but a quick survey of the area revealed the fact that there were none, and there was no indicator that hatch was present.

His only logical option was to wait out this entire situation. Surely Danny would've known something had gone wrong when they were no longer walking together. It only made sense he'd be searching after noticing.

Hopefully.

His attempt to go unnoticed is quickly erased as a small twig snapped underneath the sole of his shoe. Unable to contain the "oh shit," at his lips when he heard heavy footsteps come around the corner.

Evan wasn't sure who to expect. He assumed it was Danny playing a prank on him again or maybe even the entity fucking with him. So, when he laid his eyes on Leon, Evan was completely caught off-guard, dumbfounded as to why a survivor was lurking in his personal realm.

His nonexistent brows raise, giving it thought. The only way a survivor could end up in a killer's personal realm was if another killer had brought them there— and no survivor was insane enough to trust a killer outside of their protective dome in the first place.

Something wasn't adding up. Who could possibly be in cahoots with the survivors? Unless it was the entity herself? But this wasn't a match, there would be no point in presenting him otherwise.

With the grip on Evan's cleaver becoming tighter, Leon decides it's time to back up, eyes glued to the Trapper. The staring contest ends after Evan takes his first step forward as Leon breaks into a sprint.

Evan takes a second to recollect his thoughts before chasing after his intruder. Purposely tailing him in a calculated route, he knew it was only a matter of time before Leon stepped into one of the dozens of active traps laying around his realm.

Leon does his best to focus but finds difficulty in finding a safe path to dart towards. Any mistake could cost him his life.

But Leon was no simple man, vaulting over another opening as Evan swiped his weapon at him. Nearly tumbling in the process as an armed trap rested several inches before it, he narrowly avoided both ill outcomes.

"Can we talk about this?!" Leon shouts, finally panicking. No matter what he did, realization sunk in incredibly quickly as his options had finally run dry. The trap he missed clicking underneath the sole of his shoe.

Evan says nothing in return, instead watching the scene unfold. 

Leon screamed as rusted metal locked into his ankle. He ducks down, desperately pulling the mechanism's jaw for any sort of relief. The pain was excruciating, crushing, on an entirely different level than what he was familiar with. Reality draws in the shadow hides him from the nonexistent light source.

"You're making a mistake!!!"

Leon looked up to watch him draw his weapon back, sweat turning ice cold as he stared death in the face. How could this possibly be fair? Out of everything he had survived through, this was how it ended— trapped like a helpless animal. He felt resentment at his circumstance, praying to a god he knew wouldn't listen.

The sound of harsh winds part through the air with lethal speed, scythe sticking into the ground effortlessly between them. Evan turns his head in the direction it came from, spotting the silhouette that stood on the roof of his shack.

It was a warning.

"Hey, Evan, buddy, I'm really sorry." Danny twiddled with his fingers: tone coated with more sarcasm than understanding. His knife not straying far, it comes out of his sleeve and into his gasp.

Leon takes this moment to grab the scythe, sticking its blade in between the claws he successfully pries himself free. He wobbled slightly, hissing, the pain was greater than what he accustomed to, using the staff as support.

Evan watches him go, making no effort to resume his chase: instead attending to his curiosity turning his attention to the approaching figure. It doesn't take him long to digest the information, clicking near immediately at the scene.

"A killer saving a survivor." He puts it simply, releasing a chuckle mocking the idea. "And I thought I went insane battling with the entity. You're fuckin' worse!"

"Evan." [F/n] states as if his name was an insult itself, [e/c] eyes squinting subtly in agitation. Clearly displeased and even more so when she takes the sight of Leon limping. She comes to his side, carrying him into her arms almost effortlessly with her blade still in his hold.

Leon swallows a grunt, relieved at the loss of pressure from his burning ankle.

"You okay?"

Appearing indifferent, she subtly observes his reaction in masked worry. "I'm fine now." Leon mumbles, offering her a small reassuring smile. [F/n] hums in acknowledgement, focusing her distain towards Evan.

"You know survivors aren't protected outside of a match."

"Then this is the perfect opportunity."

"Desperate enough to resort to this, Evan? Cause this is pretty fuckin' pathetic." 

Silence, though it doesn't last longer than a moment. 

"How long?" Trapper continues, moving to get closer only for Danny to step before the couple shaking his head. He brandished his already stained blade. 

A reminder. 

Evan growls at him in response, nearly offended.

"This doesn't concern you."

"You seriously think you can keep this hidden from her? She'll shred you both like scum: use your little boyfriend to make you feel a whole other type of pain you both can't forget." Evan spits, invisible grin emerging. 

"Are you prepared for that, farmer? You're gonna lose him— just like how you lost everyone else. It’s all you know how to do, lose."

[F/n]'s grip on Leon becomes tighter and tighter as her agitation grows, masking it with a taunting smile on her lips along a heavy exhale. 

"Anyone ever tell ya' you got a big fuckin’ mouth on you? Bastard." Smirk becoming wider, Evan shrugs confidently at her question.

"You should thank me for trying to bring you out of your delusion."

"Of course, how about I return the favor and teach you some manners as my thanks?"

The Trapper readjusts his grip on his hatchet completely unbothered; Danny's hum of disapproval interrupts the increasing tension, doing his best to divert their attention. 

"It's too risky to do this with him here, toots." Gesturing obviously at Leon's presence, [F/n]'s tight grip instantly vanishes.

Leon winced at the sudden release of pressure, sighing through the pain. He meets her [e/c] eyes apologetically. Though there was no fooling his infatuated killer.

The thought cooks in her mind. As much as he was right it aggravated her. She wanted to punish Evan with every driving force in her body. No matter the consequence from the entity.

[F/n]'s predatory gaze meets the Trapper a final time. His figure burned in her memory. 

“Whatever.”

Evan looks at her expectantly, knowing well he won the exchange his eyes gleam the reflection of a crow taking off in the background.

"You'll hear from me again very soon."

At her signal, Danny walks over to her, fishing for something underneath his coat he pulls out a foreign offering.

The Trapper smirks. "Don’t keep me waiting."

Evan watches Danny use the offering, taking a mental picture of the fog enveloping around them. His stare glued towards the survivor, more amused than anything, while he hums in content.

And just as quickly they were there: they weren't. Evan tilts his head, readjusting the hold on his machete as excitement rumbles through his veins. His stifled chuckle finally emerging.

"Let's see how long your lover’s charade will last, farmer."

[mothxmoons]

headcanons for cuddling with re2 Leon?

Leon is already a cuddle bug, and in re2? He’s a big one at that.

Always wanting to be close and holding your hand, holding you close, anything really that keeps you close to him. He’s so soft and caring but a little shy about it but once you let him know you’re comfortable with it? Say goodbye to personal space, you’re his pillow.

Laying down? He’s on laying your chest.

Sitting on the couch? He’s curled into you or vice versa.

Cooking something in the kitchen? He’s attached to your back and walking around with you.

Sleeping? You’re curled up in his arms tightly around you.

He’s just so cuddly and loving to hold you close to him. He just wants to make sure you know how much he loves you.

[will-of-dumpsterfire]

[filthyslashertoad]

Slashers & Misc. Reaction to Their S/o Slapping Their Ass

( I feel like I've written this before...but I don't think so)

Michael Myers

As soon as your hand lands on his ass, everything goes silent, the only thing you can hear is the sound of your slap reverberating in the room.

If he does decide to get you back for what you did, your ass will be purple afterward(He's not sorry btw).

Danny Johnson/Jed Olson

IS A FREAK

Bites his lip afterwards and winks at you

Stu Macher

Turns it into a game by sneaking up on you the next day and slapping your ass

Runs away laughing.

Bo Sinclair

Suffers from flat-ass syndrome.

You think you almost hit his spine because of how flat it was.

Spends the rest of the day telling you that he does have a butt.

Carlos Oliviera

Is a lil too into it.

Just like Danny he winks at you.

Begins slapping your ass more often(Totally doesn't turn into him just groping your butt for several minutes)

Karl Heisenberg

Yelps before laughing, *Que Seth Rogen laugh*.

Chases you around with a metal paddle for the rest of the afternoon

Pyramid Head

Buns of steel.

You end up hurting your hand because of how solid his ass is.

Hannibal Lecter

Judges you.

Asks why you can't just slap your own butt if you like it so much

Leon Kennedy

Gets caught off guard and lets out a half moan-scream.

Gets embarrassed and avoids everyone for the rest of the day.

[morwap]

leon was on call, his phone rang as your hand pumped him.

his pants were haphazardly undone and his cock pulled through the hole. leon’s precum and your spit made his cock slippery.

“baby, it’s work” he moaned, his head was leaned back and your mouth was on his neck.

“we’ve barely had any time together, they can wait” you whisper, leon glanced at his phone as it lit up once more, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his back arched.

leon swallowed and nodded a bit, your hand tightening around his tip slightly before going back down his length. you kiss your way to his mouth, he moaned into you as you stroked him faster, his legs and stomach tightening. he tried to keep up with your kisses, his fingers clutching at your clothing.

“i’m so close” he grumbled as he struggled to move his hips.

[alespov]

Going Halloween Shopping with Leon

Tw: No actual trigger warnings, just tooth-rotting fluff.

A/N: So I'm starting the Halloween series a bit early lol, Feedback is greatly appreciated! <33 Requests are open, especially Halloween ones. I do wish to note, that I'm only accepting requests for Leon and Wesker atm.

“Hey babe look at this one,” you called out to your husband, You picked out the goofy-looking pumpkin and waited for his opinion. He stood before you eyeing the decoration that you didn’t need. 

“Another babe? It looks like all of the other ones.” Initially, Leon's face displayed a blank expression, but as he caught sight of your subtle pout, he proceeded with renewed interest. “If the silly ass pumpkin makes you happy, then we can get it.” He said while taking a sip of his coffee. 

You cheered, placed the pumpkin in your cart, and walked to a different aisle. You looked behind you and noticed Leon wasn’t with you anymore. 

You stopped walking to look at some fall candles and hoped he would catch up with you soon. In the meantime, you would stay in the area, but wouldn’t leave til he was with you. Thankfully there was a few more aisle to look at. You knew Leon liked the woodsy candles, so you looked for one. Not before picking out a few delicious-smelling candles for yourself. 

With anticipation, you gingerly placed the candles into your cart, their flickering flames dancing in your mind's eye. Enthusiastically, you ventured further down to the next aisle, eagerly searching for the elusive Halloween blanket that had captured your heart. As you rummaged through the array of blankets, your heart sank - it wasn't there. Disheartened but determined to brighten up your home with spooky decor, you turned to explore the spooky assortment of throw pillows that caught your attention. The striking patterns and festive colors seemed to beckon, offering a tempting alternative.

After picking out everything you wanted, you got your phone out of your purse and called Leon. To your dismay, he didn’t answer. You were used to that, Leon didn’t answer his phone often. 

“Honey!” you heard Leon call out, he quickly made his way to you with an assortment of stuff. You giggled at your husband while he was putting stuff in the cart while giving the reason why he needed it. 

“Are you ready to leave now?” He asked while pushing the cart toward the checkout, you were surprised by the sudden urgency. 

“What’s the rush babe?” You asked concerned, the both of you made it to the self-checkout before he gave you an answer. 

“ Oh it's nothing, honey, I just have a surprise for you at home.” You smiled with anticipation and hurried to scan all of the items. 

During the drive home, the both of you talked about the evening plans and what to make for dinner. Leon finally pulled into the driveway and parked the car. After he took the keys out of the ignition, he grabbed a bag from the back seat. 

“Here, go inside and put these on, I’ll get the groceries.” He sat the bag in your lap, and the both of you shared a kiss and went your separate ways. Bubbling with excitement you hastily made your way to your bedroom and got the contents out of the bag. You grabbed the soft fabric and placed it on the bed, you noticed the Halloween print. As you put them on, your excitement grew bigger. Leon had bought you Halloween pajamas

You heard Leon putting stuff away downstairs and made your way back down the stairs. Walking into the kitchen, you saw Leon putting pasta away. 

“Babe! When did you pick these up?” you squealed happily. He laughed and gave you a hug while squeezing your butt. “Hmm, when I got the stuff I needed. I also got us a few more things,” he mumbled into the shell of your ear. “Go wait in the TV room.” He gave you another kiss and the both of you parted ways.

As you lounged on the plush couch, your eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the mysterious bags resting on the recliner nearby. Temptation tugged at your curiosity, urging you to sneak a peek. However, you restrained yourself, although the flutter of anticipation grew within. All of a sudden, Leon strolled into the TV room, and a delighted gasp escaped your lips. To your surprise and amusement, he was donned in matching pajamas that coordinated perfectly with your own.

“Honey, when did you plan this?” Leon explained that he came up with the idea the morning of, 

“I also got us this.” He pulled out the blanket that you had wanted and a few Halloween movies with some holiday treats. “In this bag, I got fleece fabric so we both can make a blanket while eating Halloween treats and watching movies.” 

You almost couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have somebody like him, You jumped into his arms and he caught you gracefully. 

I also wanted to say, i do have a resident evil centered discord sever <33 { link}

[charliedakotariley]

I took it upon myslef.

And the original drawing bc wtf not...

Not really proud of it, might do better in the future, mr. mental health is le shite rn.

Next time I'm gonna add high heels as well.

Also I DESPISE drawing clothes.

Anyway enjoy. ❤️❤️‍🔥

PS: Tell me what's better, the edited and app-drawn one or the original, on-paper-drawn one.

[ashiemochi]

afterhours - lsk|m PT.2

✠ afterhours ↳ keep 'em up

➶ pairing: RE4R!Leon S Kennedy x F! Reader ➶ genre: subtle angst, fluff, smutty smut smut ➶ Overall word count: 5.3K you count ➶ Chapters/length: 2 parts ➶ Content includes: this is literal sex but, foreplay (f! receiving), overstimulation (both receiving), creampie, multiple orgasms, squirting, the whole package. Oh, and bondage. ➶ Collab with @the-resident-vampire ➶ Song rec: the weeknd - afterhours

pt.1 -> ∆

Sweet Jesus, what did you get yourself into?

Leon’s kisses were always intoxicating, holding onto those softest pair of lips and skilful tongue. It was safe to say your breath was stolen away from your lungs, but it was okay. You didn’t need air when you had his essence and aura swallowing you whole, especially when your back met your bed.

Leon pulled away from your lips, but not quite. His need to prove to you and himself that you were more than okay and alive urged him to drag his kisses down your neck. His hands, ever so graceful, took off your shirt – or tore it in this case – which made you gasp, eyes widening at your poor tanktop. 

“Leon! That was my favourite top!���

“Sorry,” Leon chuckled, leaning back so he was on his haunches to take off his shirt before settling his hands on your bare thighs, caressing them gently.

“No, you’re not.” You furrowed your brows, unable to conceal your shivering at his touches as you sat up to take off what was left of your top. 

Leon sucked in his breath at the sight of you, his sharp eyes not once leaving your body, “No, I’m not.”

You were left with your bra and your shorts, leaving you almost equal to Leon’s attire; just his grey sweatpants. In all honesty, he might as well be naked at this point. 

You grew shy under his observant eyes, squirming a little, “You’re staring again.”

Leon snapped his eyes up to your face, a smile coming to his lips as he leaned forward with his hands on either side of your torso, whispering, “How can I not when you always look this beautiful?”

He easily unclipped your bra, dragging the straps down with a kiss on your shoulder.

“You’ve seen me naked more than once, Leon.” You giggled faintly, helping him with taking off your bra and he tossed it aside like it was nothing.

His big hand grasped your bosom, your nipple peeking between his index and middle as his lips hovered over yours, “Doesn’t change a thing, princess.”

That made you blush even more, earning a lighthearted snicker from him before he pressed his lips against yours. The pressure he applied was more than enough of a hint that he wanted you to lie down – which you did. 

His free hand trailed down to your hip, thumb sinking into the shorts’ band as if teasing you whilst the other hand was busy kneading your chest, pushing soft moans out of you and against his lips.

Your sex life with Leon would always end up with your mind blown at the end. Your pleasure was his top priority no matter the circumstance. Each day or night (might be even twice a day) felt amazing in more than one way. 

His kisses were breathtaking, his tongue was merciless, his giant hands and lithe fingers would paint painless galaxies all over your skin, and his bigbig dick was supper for you. Every stretch of an inch and every thrust of his hips would leave you gasping for more. 

Lastly, when Leon would be soso close to his orgasm, his moans and grunts were flat-out sinful – just like his mutters and praises. You could swear that just hearing those airy fuck yes, and guttural shit, you feel so goddamn good would make you cum on the spot. 

And tonight didn’t seem any different – minus the handcuffs hidden within the nightstand. The thought of being immobile beneath him was evoking something new in you. You didn’t know when he was going to use it, which made you overall anxious with excitement running down to your core.

You muffled a moan with a sigh, head tipping back when Leon pulled away to nibble on your neck. Covering them up tomorrow for your family’s brunch was going to be daunting; that was a problem for tomorrow, though.

You ran your hand through his fluffy blonde hair, fingernails barely scratching his scalp. His hot breath wafted on the crook of your neck, his fingers digging into your skin for a split second –  a show of restraint. His eyes were fluttered shut, his long lashes tickling your skin as his lips found something else to latch onto. 

“Ah,” You breathed out, feeling his tongue poke and prod your nipple. 

His lips clasped around it, suckling onto it and shooting small bubbles through your nerves. Your back arched into his mouth with a whine, his hand squeezing your other bosom before he pinched and rolled your bud in between his thumb and index.

“F–fuck,” 

Leon’s dark chuckle didn’t go unnoticed, teething your hardened nipple gently and he released it with a noisy pop. He looked up at you, a tilted smug smile on his face, “That good, huh?”

“You’re such a goddamn,” You swallowed thickly, now aware of his other hand had slipped under your shorts and panties, “Tease.”

His smile only widened, shifting to angle his wrist right and your breath hitched in your throat at the long drag of his middle finger across your cunt. 

“Correction,” He tapped your clit once, feeling the way your arousal was starting to become more apparent than ever, “I like to take my time with you.”

Screw his patience.

Slowly, he toyed with your clit in lazy circles, making you whimper. Leon watched your chest rising and falling unrhythmically, one of your hands latching onto his arm and the other gripping the sheets beneath you. You were utterly under his mercy, handcuffs on or off.

Then his observant blues caught the darkish blues around your wrists. 

That guilt crawled up his back, setting his veins on fire and a heavy weight upon his shoulders. He never should’ve taken his eyes off of you. One moment, you both stumbled upon Luis and the last thing he heard was your yelp when the Big Cheese tossed you to the wall, knocking you out. 

He could’ve prevented it if he wasn’t focused on the tied-up guy. 

Waking up with the three of you tied up was hectic, to say the least. With both men being taller than you, your feet were barely touching the ground, leaving all the gravity and pressure to tug on your wrists way more than you’d like. 

Leon was quick to try and find a way to bring down the chains, keeping in mind to get rid of them once you weren’t hanging from the ceiling, literally. 

The rest of the mission went as you’d expect; not quite as smoothly, but it got the job done. Leon was able to pick up on the winces and muffled yelps from you whenever you’d fire your gun, the recoil shoving back at the ache within your wrists. 

He could’ve prevented your pain.

Through your half-lidded eyes, you noticed his shift in demeanour as the same one from when you two were in the kitchen that evening. His brows were furrowed more than usual, the corners of his lips tugging down into a frown – and then his finger stilled. 

“Leon?” You whispered, growing concerned and his eyes looked down at you, “Are you okay?”

Whatever in him clicked and he moved his arm away from your grasp, making you even more confused. His fingers clasped around your wrist tenderly, thumb running across the soreness of your skin. Flashes of that night several weeks ago were turning like a never-ending carousel around his head. 

Before you could ask him again, he managed to fit your other wrist in one big grip and then they were pinned above you into the plush of pillows. The hastiness of it forced a surprised noise from you, eyes widening at him towering over you to keep your arms up. 

“I’m fine,” Leon answered lowly, releasing your clit to grab your shorts and panties, pushing them down, “Kick ‘em off.”

You complied silently.

Leon in bed was always unpredictable. Whether he was going to go slow to feel every inch of your warmwarm pussy, or he was going to fuck your brains out and ruin your cervix. Either too rough or too sweet. 

Having both was the usual – it seemed like the lever had been shoved to the rough side and broke off. 

His hand returned to where you needed him the most and he clicked his tongue to get your attention away from his hand.

“Keep your eyes on me, got it?” Leon asked in a demanding tone, leaving little to no room for debate, “I want to see how you look when you cum like this.”

“Ah,” You gulped, nodding with your cheeks brightbright red, “O-okay…”

A smile twitched on his lips at how unbelievably shy you looked; God, he loved you so much. 

His assault on your puffy clit started steady, middle and ring finger pressing persistent circles at that spot. That pierced you with pleasure, back arching with a loud whine. You tried to maintain eye contact but it was difficult – and Leon wasn’t much help because every time you shut your eyes to let yourself go in the feeling, his fingers would stop. 

He knew you were having a hard time, but he didn’t seem to care.

“F–fuck!” Your yelp hitched up in your throat, eyes widening when his two fingers sunk in deep inside your pussy.

“Eyes on me,” Leon reminded in a low voice, the pads of his fingers pressed up against that delicious spot yet not moving.

You stammered, muffling your moans, “It’s h-hard–mh,”

A smirk reached up to his lips, towering over you, “I know.”

Ruthless.

He was utterly ruthless on your cunt. He could feel his hands getting soaked by your own arousal, tightening his grip on your wrists when you instinctively twitched at the precise ministrations. The filthy squelching noise emitted loud, causing your cheeks to redden but he found them incredibly sexy.

Your legs were starting to tremble, incoherent please, and too much falling from your lips in a drunken slur. Leon watched you almost like a predator, observing how your stomach was heaving with every harsh thrust of his fingers. The fleshy part of his palm was pressed up against your throbbing clit, stroking it directly.

The knot was tightening, followed by something else. A slowly breaking dam. Involuntarily, you shook your head, attempting to shut your legs with laboured breaths but he settled his hips in the middle. 

“Le–oh fuc – Leon!” You panted, eyes screwing shut at the audible moist noise growing louder and every nerve in your lower abdomen was coiling too quickly.

“Let yourself go, baby,” Leon encouraged, going harder on your poor cunt, “Cum for me.”

It hit you like a scorching shower, covering and washing over every inch of your body and leaving it shaking in its wake. Your whole body was out of your control, whining loudly when your orgasm hummed within your bones. Black spots replaced your vision only momentarily and you could’ve sworn you almost went blind for a second.

His relentless finger fucking didn’t stop, instead, they got faster. Your gushing cum splattered onto your inner thighs and sheets, some even dropping on his grey sweatpants. It lasted forever with the way he kept fucking your soaking pussy. 

Overstimulation was sudden.

Your knees clicked together like a magnet, effectively stopping his assault. You were left breathing heavily, nearly choking on your spit as the orgasm was buzzing within your body. 

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” Leon mocked, tenderly wiping your cum over your visibly twitching clit with his middle finger poking your fluttering cunt just to watch you shiver and your walls quiver.

Your head felt heavy when you lifted it, lazily looking down when your weak legs fell back onto the bed. Under the warm and dim lights, the surface of your skin was practically glistening due to your cum. 

“Leon,” You whimpered, your hips squirming away from him to actually give your clit some rest and he could only chuckle, caressing your thigh. 

“Let’s see if we can do this again, what do you think?”

He’s out of his goddamn mind – what the fuck!?

You furrowed your brows at him reaching over to the nightstand, and he opened the drawer. Rummaging through it for a bit, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and he stilled for a moment. He seemed a bit hesitant, but then shook his head and took out another item.

A leash.

“We’re using that too?” You asked, already breathless and you didn’t want to play with air right now. 

Leon sat back on his haunches to unlock the cuffs, releasing your wrists in the process as he answered, “Not in the way you’re thinking of, no.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, tilting your head to the side in curiosity. He finally looked at you, gesturing with his chin for your hands.

“Give me your hands,” Leon said with a subtle hint of authority in his tone and all it did was urge you to comply as if he bewitched you – which, let’s be honest, he most likely did.

The metal felt cold on your skin, offering a small sense of relaxation on the death grip he had over your bruises. Leon clamped them shut around your wrists, eyes darting up to your face to catch any discomfort but you were nothing but content – albeit flushed red at trying this in bed.

“What’s the leash for, then?” You questioned once the handcuffs were on and you gave them an experimental tug. 

“Call it attention to detail.” He smiled, one corner of his mouth rising higher than the other, “Lay back.”

You got comfortable and he picked up the leash. He pushed your wrists back to the bars of the headboard and then proceeded to clip the leash onto the small chain in between the cuffs. He looped it over the bar and tugged. 

Suddenly, you were back in that forsaken village.

Leon instantly picked up on the subtle expression change on your face and he looked at you, eyes dark with lust. Yet, at the same time, he was concerned if he had gone too far. 

Instead, you gazed up at him helplessly; submissively. 

“Is this okay?” Leon asked, loosening the leash and giving you a chance to change your mind.

“Yeah,” You nodded, squirming a little and clenching your hands for a moment, then you smiled slightly to reassure him.

Leon returned the smile, releasing the leash to get off the bed and slip the last of his garment off. His cock stood tall and visibly heavy, pre-cum coating the angry red tip. He got back onto the bed, muffling his groans as he gently jerked his dick off, trying to ease some of the tension but he was throbbing with need.

You widened your legs comfortably to give him some space to work with as he reached for the leash and he used the other hand to drag the blunt tip of his cock all over your cunt. A sigh emitted from him, chuckling under his breath at the way your walls fluttered around nothing. 

“Always so needy for me,” He hummed, trailing his eyes up to you.

Your body felt uncomfortably hot as you shot him a glare, “Says the one who looks like he’s going to bur–shit!”

In one swift movement, Leon shoved himself into your sopping heat. With a tug of the leash, your arms were restrained above you. A choked gasp left your lips which blended sinfully with his loud moan. 

You could feel his bigbig cock near your cervix. It was twitching inside of you, surrounded by the gummy moist walls of your pussy. The pain was fiery for a couple of seconds, but it slowly shifted to piercing pleasure. 

“F–fuck...” Leon hissed, inching himself deeper and deeper into you, “So goddamn tight, you’re already trying to milk me dry, huh?”

His nose scrunched up, thrusting slowly and rubbing you so precisely and it forced moans out of you, each one louder than the other. A groan left his lips as he lowered his head slightly, gazing intently at the way your body reacted to him.

The pleasure was getting too much for you and it was heavenly. His brows furrowed at the feeling of your pussy hugging him as if refusing to let go of such a masterpiece, licking his lips with faint grunts leaving through his red lips. 

He was focused on making you feel good, tightening his grip around the leash to keep your arms up. A certain thrust made your back arch with a hitch of a breath, clenching around him instinctively. Leon almost faltered, hissing, and his free hand gripped the back of your thigh to push into you to the hilt; pelvis pressed to one another.

“God!~” You yelped, eyes snapping wide open. 

You two had barely started and you were already out of breath. God, how he made you all wired up. His big hand trailed down to your hip, digging his fingers into your supple flesh as he started to rock into you steadily. 

Audible moans came from him once his thrusts sped up. 

Skin slapping skin echoed in the room along with the squelching gushy sounds. It was utterly filthy the way your previous orgasm made your cunt so noisy, and he loved every decibel of it. His mouth watered at the sight of his cock sliding in dry and coming out coated in your cum and arousal. 

“So fucking good–ah!” You mewled loudly, grabbing into thin air as an uncomfortable tension started growing within your shoulders. 

Your body bounced with each thrust and if it were to be recorded, that would be Leon’s favourite movie. It was damn near pornographic with the way you and your moist pussy sounded. Your hips bucked up to meet his thrusts and he moved his hand to press it against your lower abdomen to keep you still.

He could feel his cock move inside of you. Blood rushed to his already painfully hard cock; the more he fucked you, the more he felt his huge cock move in perfect rhythm within you. 

“Fuuuck,” Leon drawled out lowly, head tipping back with his eyes shut to let himself go in the feeling. His thumb pushed hard against your clit, rubbing insistent small circles in that delicate pearl – directly. 

You practically shrieked when his hips went rougher on you, fucking into you so mercilessly. Leon bore his sharp eyes at you, keeping up the assault on your clit and yanking you closer and closer to your orgasm. The pleasure was thrumming within you like drums, growing louder and heavier that you felt like you could just scream.

Your chest heaved with your laboured moans, nearly sobbing, “Too much! Le–ah!”

Leon growled, not once relenting his thrusts and he sent you into your second orgasm of the night. You cried out, back arching off of the bed at the explosive sensation. Tremors ran down your legs and up your arms that had long gone numb. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” Leon muffled his moan at the dull squirting noise of his cum filling you up, eye twitching at you coming undone and he slowed down his thrusts but never stopped, cursing breathlessly under his breath at your pussy pulling every drop of his cum.

Your cum had gushed out and the lubrication of it all allowed Leon to reach you so deeply. He released your clit only to set grip your waist, fucking into you in precise thrusts to drag out both of your climaxes. You whimpered, head falling back onto the pillows with a soft moan as exhaustion was settling in. 

Then he fucked you; absolutely ravishing your poorpoor cunt with his hot cock. You shrieked and gasped, overstimulated to the peak at the way he pulsated into you. His hold on your body kept you pinned to the bed, shifting closer to your hips to force your legs wide with no room to close on him. 

The safe word was thrown out of the window. You knew he was releasing some steam, coping with the way he could’ve saved you back in the village. The bruises that tainted your skin; could’ve been prevented.

But when it came to him giving you bruises, all consensually of course, then he felt it gave him some sort of control over something. 

“Leon! Ah, ‘s too – fuck – much!~”

His dick lined up perfectly against that spongy spot in you and an animalistic snarl came from him, completely lost in the way you felt. His self-discipline pushed past the pain of his overstimulation, audibly moaning into the air as he fought the urge to stop. His hips would sometimes stutter instinctively, but he didn’t relent.

He wanted nothing but to see you cum again, and again, and again, and he wanted you to cum around him. His cock craved filling you up to the brim with its creamy climax just so he’d continue fucking into you enough to have a sheer ring around his dick of both of your cum combined. 

Leon was out of it.

His thrusts were erratic, growing disoriented and sloppy, yet he kept that delicious pounding of your spot. Your fingers curled, digging your nails into the palm of your hand. All you wanted was to touch him and paint angry red lines down his back, but all you could do was carve crimson crescent moons into your skin.

Sending you into a whining and drooling mess, your third climax was shockingly looming over the horizon. Your eyes squeezed shut at the threatening pleasure. Leon twisted the leash so it wrapped over his wrist, consequently immobilizing you completely, and he towered over you to grip the pillow next to your head as if locking your arms in place. 

His curtained bangs dangled wetly and about, the sweat making his toned body glisten under the warm lights of the bedroom. The squelching noise of his cock throttling into you would’ve made any celestial entity blush. It was nasty.

And you loved every bit.

You winced at how hard he gripped your hips but it didn’t matter when your climax hit you – and it hit you hard. You were speechless, lips parted for a silent whine and you could’ve sworn you went to heaven for a split second. 

Leon’s loud and deep moans were music to your ears, going higher and lowering in pitch when his hips rutted into you for the last few thrusts. His thighs twitched and tensed up when your cum drenched him, walls clamping around him tightly. His beautiful blueblue eyes rolled to the back of his head, toes curling over the bed sheets.

“God, fuck!” His voice ended in a hitch, arms giving in to collapse over you so his face was pressed into the crook of your neck. He wrapped an arm under your arched back to shove his cock as deep as inhumanely possible to cum deepdeep inside.

His body was shaking over you, his hips gradually slowing down as he rode both of you out of your cloud nine. His cock slid out of you, still dripping with cum and just like he craved; a sheer translucent surface of both of your orgasms was coating his cock, an erotic creamy ring at the base.

The lustful tension in the room slowly disappeared into nothing, leaving behind a sense of longingness and love. Leon breathed heavily, peppering hot and lazy kisses on your skin as he trailed them up to the corner of your mouth before planting his lips on yours. 

It was a slow but utterly passionate kiss and that was when your arms went loose, dropping over his neck like a rag doll. He pulled away slightly, nose still bumping yours and his hand reached over for the side of your numb arm. 

“You okay?” Leon murmured, caressing your skin and massaging your flesh, “Too much?”

You trembled, lips subtly quivering as you swallowed thickly, shaking your head with a cute smile, “Just… Just perfect.”

A tilted smile reach his lips at the dumbfucked look on your face and he pressed a chase kiss on your arm, eyes fluttering shut. 

“A–and you?” You whispered, fingers twitching once blood was rushing back to where it belonged, “You feeling better?”

Leon stilled, staying quiet at your question. He reached over and removed your arms from over his neck. Tapping the handcuffs lower so your wrists would be exposed, he could see his bruises painting your skin. They were redred, some even dotted with faint bleeding, possibly from all the attempts you had made to try and touch him.

Swiping his thumb over the inside of your wrist, he couldn’t help but feel a boulder toppling over his shoulders. These were his. 

He planted a kiss on either wrist, humming under his breath in a pleased tone, “Like a million bucks.”

Leon looked back up at you, pushing away your sweaty strands from your face with a sweet smile, “How do you feel about a hot shower?”

“Make it a hot bath and I’m sold.” You giggled, cradling his cheeks once your hands weren’t as numb as before.

Leon couldn’t help but laugh faintly lightheartedly, nodding as he gaze down at you. He really needed to put a ring on that finger soon. That fancy box he had hidden under his clothes wasn’t going to stay there forever.

Without you, his sweetheart, he’d have nothing to fight for. 

“Deal.”

But in the after-hours of your demanding job, Leon swore he’d make it up to you all or any lost time.

[qyukko]

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[deadbydangit]

Hi, I hope you're well! I was wondering if you could write one where reader picks up Ghostface, Leon, Trickster, and Jake with ease and just kinda walks around with them. Bonus if reader is small and doesn't look like the type to be able to carry them. Thank you!!

Hello. I absolutely can. I already did one of these for Ghostface. So I'll be leaving him out. Please enjoy.

With a reader who can pick them up easily: Leon, Jake, Trickster

Leon S. Kennedy

No, no you can't.

He's not saying that to belittled you.

He's saying that because he knows he's pretty heavy.

Not that he's fat, it's that he's a lot of muscle.

All those years training has given him quite nice muscles.

And, muscle does way more than fat.

So it's pretty certain he'll be fairly heavy.

But when you pick him up with ease.

Holy shit!

Like, wow.

He was not expecting that from someone so small.

Not that that's a bad thing.

He's actually glad you're strong.

That way, if he isn't around, you could protect yourself.

Which would leave him less worried having you go to trials by yourself.

He knows he won't always be around to protect you in the realm considering how dangerous it is.

Of course, it's very easy to lose muscle mass.

So expect to be training with him, often.

And, no, you won't be getting out of it.

Hey, it's just because he loves you and wants to see the best out of you..

Jake Park

Oh?

That's cool.

You can help him sneak into high windows.

He doesn't really have an opinion on that.

Besides, he knows he isn't the largest or tallest one in the realm.

Even amongst the survivors he's pretty small.

He'll blame that on his dad.

It probably has nothing to do with his dad.

He just really doesn't like his dad and wants to blame him for something.

But if you can pick him up, hey that's pretty cool.

Again, he isn't super impressed.

But you are strong, and that is useful in the realm.

He isn't expecting you to fight off killers.

But it could come in use for some of the weaker Killers like Ghostface and Trickster.

Actually, if you could pick up and throw Ghostface that would be super helpful.

And he'd be able to claim his significant other is super strong.

Which is kind of a plus.

And, he'd never admit it, but he finds that kind of hot.

Trickster

You?

Pick him up?

Very cute.

You're just a dainty little thing, you couldn't pick him up.

It's not so much belittling you, it's more teasing.

To think that you could pick him up, how adorable.

Until you actually pick him up with ease.

Ji-Woon is in shock.

This must be some trick.

No way someone like you could pick someone his size up.

Now, you know he's not the heaviest killer around.

He's actually probably one of the lightest.

But, still!

He won't admit it, but he finds it a little endearing.

To think you could pick him up and steal him from somewhere if you want his attention is rather cute.

He may act annoyed when you do it.

But he actually loves it..

[rootsofdread]

you can't handle the uber instinct of my uber autism, observe

i love your writing so much i've been binging them until i've caught up with everything 😭 it's sooooo good i wanna save it and read it whenever i feel bored

if possible could i request hcs with danny, wesker, leon and ada with a gn!reader who often unknowingly rambles about their interests despite any circumstances?

truly we are all autistic about dbd (<- also autistic about dbd)

anddd thank you so so much!! i'm so glad you enjoy my writing that much! <33

Leon S. Kennedy:

Leon honestly admires your ability to enjoy any situation by talking about the things you like. It lifts his spirits, too, to see you so carefree and enjoying the moment. Even if the killer is a few feet away and you two are hiding in a locker.

You’re great at helping kill time while doing generators like this, always having something to say and something to chat about. It can be boring doing generators, especially if the killer is busy with someone else, so having someone to talk to is nice.

He may not really know what you’re talking about — he doesn’t know much about a lot of things, he never really had the time to be reading about different things before being taken due to his job — but he enjoys learning new things from someone as passionate as you. You make it fun.

When you realize you've been rambling to him and apologizes, he tells you that you don't need to. He appreciates the company and the conversation you provide, even if you don't realize it.

Ada Wong:

Ada may seem like she’s not paying attention, and sometimes she may be devoting a little extra focus to looking out for the killer, but she always is paying attention to you. She’s just a little aloof and has trouble getting along with others, but she loves you and listens to you even if it may not look like it.

She enjoys the “background noise” you provide while you two work on generators. By focusing on your words more than the work, you help her a lot by relieving the pressure of getting it right. And she’s grateful for that.

You quell her nerves by whispering to her when the two of you hide. The adrenaline tells her that she should tell you to keep quiet so you’re not found — but her love for you compels her to do the opposite. You being so carefree helps her calm down in stressful moments.

She never wants you to feel like you shouldn’t talk about things you enjoy. She tells you that you never need to apologize for rambling, that she enjoys it, and she asks you to keep going if you’d like to. She’s soothed by the sound of your voice.

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny absolutely loves you being such a chatterbox. Information is his bread and butter, and knowing more about you and what you like is one of his most favorite things. So he happily lets you talk whenever you like, even if he’s attempting to sneak around with Night Shroud. He just reminds you to whisper and let him do his work.

He’s surprised when you even try to strike up a conversation about your interests while on the hook. Doesn’t that hurt? But he shrugs and decides to let you continue. Who is he to stop you after all — and there’s no rules that say you can’t talk while on hook. He just hopes you don’t accidentally give him away.

Truth be told, he probably already knows a lot about what you enjoy. That's his job, after all. He still lets you talk, though, of course — he would never deny you that. And he just loves listening to you, and surprising you by knowing precisely what you're going on about.

He thinks it's adorable when you realize how much you've been talking and get embarrassed. He always encourages you to go on and keep talking, he's riveted, he would love to hear more, please.

Albert Wesker / The Mastermind:

Wesker always loves learning, and believe it or not, he probably doesn’t know much about what you’re rambling about. He doesn’t have the time to waste on silly mortal things, you know, so chances are he wouldn’t already know anything about it. And if he’s nothing else, Wesker is a seeker of knowledge.

He finds it amusing you’ll always seek him out during trials to talk to him. And he always pays attention to you when you do, even while he’s trying to hunt down the other survivors. He finds it especially amusing when you run to catch up to him after he rushes to slam someone into a wall.

He tells you to hold on for a second when he carries someone off to a hook. When he returns to you, he tells you that you may continue. He needs to be focused to hook someone and doesn’t want you thinking he’s not paying attention to you.

Every time you apologize for rambling, he insists that you continue. He won’t have you feeling ashamed for enjoying yourself. You deserve to know that your rambling isn’t an issue and that he always has time for you, much more than seven minutes.

[yanderedbdimagines]

Hey! Could you write about a yandere Leon falling for a killer?

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Of course! I received this request more than once now(about 3 times even), so I think I’m obliged to write a short scenario about it. xD

I hope you like what I have written here!

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Leon Scott Kennedy

He couldn't quite trace the inception of these feelings or what had triggered his attraction to you. The onset had been swift, unsettling. His infatuation, like a malignant growth, had entrenched itself in his mind, disrupting every moment of respite from trials, fixating solely on thoughts of you.

Your presence was a constant weight, a haunting ache disrupting his focus, even amidst the life-and-death struggle he was meant to be embroiled in. If his emotions had any sway, they would have taken a different course.

This hotspot of festering emotions would eventually burst when he was confronted by a situation he never thought would happen to him. In the Disturbed Ward of the Crotus Prenn Asylum, he ran through empty patient rooms and scattered hallways, the smell of smoke thick in the air. Smoke that reminded him of a fire he couldn't see or feel. Maybe it didn't even exist, as the Entity's world often intermingled with the past and future of the location it had copied to create this arena.

He sensed your familiar pursuit, a silent chase aided by the Entity's eerie gift. Even the crimson illumination that bathed him vanished, appearing fleetingly as he narrowly evaded your surprise assaults, relying on sharp instincts and quick reflexes.

After leaping from a second-story window, he heard the distinct whistle of air through a narrow gap—the hatch. He altered his trajectory, yet his foot snagged on an unseen obstacle, sending him crashing to the ground, soon bracing for an imminent strike that never came.

Whipping his head around, he met your empty gaze. Your head tilted, eyes drawing to where his heart should be. A shake of your head, eyes narrowing, a souring expression of disappointment before shifting your focus. His gaze followed yours toward the by now opened hatch. Momentarily distracted, in that split second, you capitalized on his weakness, seized one of his legs and effortlessly dragged him toward it. A display of astonishing, violent strength that left him awestruck, the familiar gush of darkness soon blanketing Leon. Releasing his limb, it dangles in the gaping maw.

"Get out," your growl slices through the air, an angry rasp carrying an unspoken warning. It is clear that compliance with those two simple words is his only option.

You don’t even give him the time to react as you stalk your way back into the fog, the hand holding your weapon shaking with an emotion that could be anything but good.

Why did you let him go? Why didn’t you hook or kill him when you had the chance?

The questions linger in Leon's mind as he lay there; dazed, bewildered and entranced, the echoes of your command still reverberating in the air. The fog swallows you up completely, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the chilling uncertainty of your motives.

For a moment, he struggles to comprehend the abrupt turn of events. Your actions defied logic, a departure from the expected outcome in this twisted realm. But amidst the confusion, a realization dawns on him—a flicker of understanding that perhaps you weren't governed solely by the Entity's ruthless whims. Perhaps you are still human enough to show any shred of mercy. Perhaps you could even… Leon bites his bottom lip, almost breaking through the sensitive skin.

Regaining his bearings, Leon struggles to rise, his limbs protesting the sudden exertion. With a sharp inhale, he surveys the desolate surroundings, the eerie silence amplifying the storm in his mind. The kind of storm which could lead him to the kind of downfall he may never predict, and will shred him up from the inside out.

With a breath, he surrenders to the beckoning darkness beyond the hatch, a plunge into the unknown, propelled by uncertainty and a faint hope that your uncharacteristic act might hint at the possibility that you can love care.

[nvoirs]

Letting of steam

Disclaimers: Sub Leon, Dom reader, cussing, handjob, male receiving. This is Dead by daylight Leon!

Pairing: Leon + Female reader.

Summary: Leon and you get sent to yet another trial, whilst trying to relieve him of stress so you just go with the flow.

He looked so restless right now. Leon had been sent to so many trials today it was taking a toll on him. It physically hurt your heart seeing him so stressed, but of course him being himself tried to mask it behind a bright smile.

He did not deserve this, he did not deserve to be continuously killed over and over for some sick supernatural entity's pleasure. Just a little while before he was fighting massive tyrants that wore trench coats and fedora hats.

"Leon take it easy, ok?" crouching beside him taking his calloused hands in your own squeezing them comfortingly. He returned the gesture looking at you, "I'm fine I promise, just a little tired that's all."

Having only dated Leon since you came to this weird world, could you even call it that? whatever this place was, you always dreamed about how it would be if you guys could truly be free.

You both escaped Mr X by the skin of your teeth as the entity decided to take the two of you along with Claire Redfield. A smart, intellectual college student who along with you and Leon were trying to survive the horrors of Raccoon City.

"Hey I have a way that'll help you let of some steam." Grabbing his hand, pulling him up and along with you leading him to the small shack like hut you and him stayed at when you weren't at the campfire with the other survivors.

Pushing him down in the mattress, you crawled atop of him. You kissed him lovingly, as he sighed into the kiss cupping your face. Hair tickling his face, your little moans sending electric shocks straight to his dick.

He tried to push you down, so he could see you from above him. "No baby, this is about you not me." you pushed him back gently. But as you began to unbutton his tactical pants, mouth watering for his heavy dick to be in your mouth right now, the colours around you began to fade.

"Fuck! seriously right now?" You yelled at the entity, for stopping your sexy time with your boyfriend. Before you could protest more you found yourself in the waiting room in RPD. Really? the entity definitely sent you here on purpose, It's like it wanted you to relive the horror of those rotten looking corpses trying to eat you except there was no zombies but a crazed killer every trial who wanted to place you on a rusty meat hook. Oh gosh Leon. He was probably still hard as fuck for starters, knowing the shitty entity couldn't control his sex drive.

Entering the corridor of the East wing, you made your way to the rooftop. It was still raining here, like it was on the night you met Leon. The entity really liked these special effects you could say. Stepping past the remnants of the helicopter explosion, you made your way down through into the main hall. Glancing at the maiden statue square in the middle, before making your way into the west office.

There he was Leon had just finished the 2nd generator, he was palming himself through his pants. Relief sunk into you making your way towards his standing figure.

"Hey handsome, let me help you with that." Whispering in his ear, your hot breath fanning against him making blood rush towards his cock.

Startled at your sudden prescence, Leon allowed you to push him to the ground back against the wall.

"But baby we gotta help our t-"

Hushing him one finger placed onto his rosy lips, "Claire will handle it c'mon."

You thought about it quickly, Cheryl could definitely finish the remainder of generators by herself. Claire was more than capable of distracting the killer for another 5 or 10 minutes. That left you to relieve your baby's stress, you knew his cock ached for you.

Pulling his suffocating briefs down his calves, letting them pool at his ankles along with his tactical pants. He was so pretty. Nice and girthy, his pink tip twitching with beads of precum rolling down. Spitting into the well of your hand for some sort of lubrication, you wrapped a small hand around him.

This caused him to let out a deep groan, making you giggle.

"Gosh Leon, I haven't even started yet and you're already moaning for me?"

Rubbing his slit faster made him buck his hips up higher into your hand trying to gain some sort of the slightest friction.

"Shit.. stop teasin me baby." Sweat was beginning to form on his brow, his bangs sticking to his forehead and temple. You felt at peace like this, these intimate moments with Leon proved you weren't alone in this.

His whines became almost pornographic, stuffing his shirt between his teeth he grabbed your arm tightly.

"Where are your manners mister?" sighing you put your head into the junction of his left shoulder. He was so warm, his sweet, muffled sounds made it better.

Drool was beginning to dribble down his chin, as he looked at you with those mesmerising, cerulean coloured eyes of his.

"Please let me cum.. please promise I'll be good." His thrusts died down, waiting for your answer.

"Please what?"

"Please Ma'am, wanna ah cum."

With glee you sped up, "That's right baby I'm right here."

His breathing got heavier, gosh he was so sensitive it made you feel pride knowing you were the one getting him so worked up like this. Nipping and kissing at his supple, pale neck the salty tang left on your tongue as you left your little love bites peppered all over his skin possessively. Wanting to make sure all those other survivors knew that he was yours, only yours and you were his.

When he came his load was huge, you knew Leon cummed a lot which increased his attractiveness even more but even you were taken aback. He must have not touched himself in a while, glad you could help.

"Holy shit Leon." It just kept coming, you'd milked him dry at this point. All over his thighs and your fingers, you brought a hand to your lips. You tasted him of your fingers, moaning erotically at the taste.

"Christ, your so good with your hands baby." Pushing his sandy strands of hair back, giving you a perfect view of his fucked out face.

"Wanted to make you feel good sweetheart, now let's clean you up and go help the others."

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The Slashers & Miscellaneous Reacting to You Breaking Your Leg

Patrick Bateman(You already know)

Asks you if you want sparkling water, not painkillers, or comfort, just sparkling water.

If you're in a "relationship" with him, he may bring you his signed record from Huey Lewis and The News so you have something to occupy yourself with.

Michael Myers

Tries to avoid you at all costs because he feels like he might accidentally hurt you.

Even when you're sleeping, he'll sleep somewhere else during that time because he doesn't want to move suddenly and risk you injuring yourself more. (Sympathetic Mikey)

Pyramid Head

Just quietly watches you.

Brings you things that he thinks may help you or that you'll enjoy.

Leon Kennedy

Doesn't really know how to empathize with you properly because he doesn't want to come off as an asshole.

He resorts to sending you little Post-it notes and cards that have horse jokes on them. (Don't ask why they're horses specifically)

(Btw, Chris and Carlos suggested the idea)

Carlos Oliveira

Refuses to leave your side .

Tries his hardest not to cling to you.

He's a super sympathetic boy, so he somewhat blames himself for your injury and feels liable for it. (Pls reassure him)

Poly!Ghostface

Stu brings markers to sign your cast and while he's doing that, Billy is in the corner stressing and overthinking.

Stu draws dinosaurs and little skulls all over your cast, if you're lucky he may even draw one of your favorite horror movie characters, though it has to be labeled because nobody knows who it is.

Heisenberg

Tries to glamorize your cast by making a metal one that has spikes and different decals all over it.

It ends up being a nuisance and he almost stabs himself in the leg when he hugs you.

Hellboy

Keeps a close eye on you for the duration of your injury.

Develops a bit of an attitude when people try to bother you when you're resting or in pain.

Danny Johnson

Sends you dumb articles that loosely or have nothing to do with the fact that you broke your leg and when you ask him why tf he sent it, he just says, "I wanted to make your day better😊"

When he thinks that you're upset with him he shows up with a cast of his own and shouts "TWINS!!! NOW WE CAN GET BETTER TOGETHER."(No he didn't actually break his leg, and yes he will be using it as an excuse to be lazy)

Hannibal Lecter

Becomes your own professional nurse.

Nurse Hannibal is now at your service. Prescribes you any and all medication you need and gives you advice on how to heal as fast as possible.

Takes time off of work to take care of you. (It's not often that he gets to pamper people this way and he enjoys doing it for you)