#kennedy yap

[rexxiweb]

They just can’t give y’all a break, huh? It’s the same like 5-10 people they seem to go after again and again :(

Right?? In my circle it is me, Vivian, Sirius, and Silas and none of us are pro at all I think they only go after underw31ght 4n4 bl0ggers which is so gross cause we aren’t any sicker than other ppl, but because we look like that we’re labeled as “promoting an0r3x1a” by existing while 3ded

Bruh I talk ab my life and how I want to eat people and have heart attacks and my hair falls out and I piss myself and I can’t speak and I hate it what part of any of that sounds like ‘yeah that’s fun let’s b rexies let’s listen to that boy’

Ong if I get big t’d again like today (main and all side blogs) I’m not staying w the bequiteanddrive name, I’m not sure what it’ll be but I’ll keep u all posted, prolly Kennedy somthing but I think the t sees that user name and nukes it

[bequiteanddriveeeeeee]

BACK FROM WORK CHAT HOWWWEE ARE YOU FINE FINE REXIES

[lobotomyworm]

RE4 LEON THIS, RE4 LEON THAT.

CAN WE PLEASE TALK MORE ABOUT INFINITE DARKNESS AND DEATH ISLAND LEON!?!?!

I AM INSANE ABOUT THIS MAN.

HE CONSUMES MY EVERY THOUGHT.

[bobbeshwar]

y’all not ready to talk about how most fanfic writers/readers on here are JUST like the booktok gooners. Writing ridiculous shit about barely legal reader x 30+ year old characters. And yall AGE THEM UP.

i understand having parental issues and all that but this is NOT something we should be romanticizing and normalizing you don’t understand how it absolutely takes up my feed. just like how yall are tearing those middle-aged women apart for sexualizing absolutely ridiculous things, yall should realize you’re part of the problem. there is absolutely NO reason for Nanami to be 42 in that fanfic and for reader to be 20. it adds absolutely nothing to the plot, and romanticizes borderline-predatory relationships. the reader is always cute, shy, virginal, did you stop to think about how strange it is to write that???

if you’re hating on proshippers as someone who writes shit like this look in the mirror. and go to fucking therapy.

[wherenymphsroam]

getting bratty with Leon.

strung out and high off multiple orgasms he’s already yanked from you, and you swear you’re close to just going nonverbal. with the last vestiges of strength you have, you meet his eyes, squinting and letting your brows pinch in a way that is nothing short of condescending. even in your position, lying beneath him with your knees bent and thighs spread wide, you dare to laugh in his face.

“really?” you pant, head bobbing with the force of his already sharp thrusts. “that all you got? I can barely feel it..”

and something inside him just…. clicks. oh. you wanted to play real dirty tonight didn’t you?

with a growled laugh, he shakes his head, and the smile that stretches across his lips doesn’t quite meet his eyes. when he looks up at you from under his brows, his eyes are no longer that bright, cerulean blue you fawn over in the sunlight. the moon is high, and they’re now painted with a tide of dark watered desire only you could string out of him.

“hm. can ‘barely feel it’, huh?” he scoffs, entertaining your obviously baseless, outright stupid taunting. you both know he was already grazing your cervix with each burial of his hips.

suddenly, that threat, that graze of his tip is flush with the deepest parts of you as he roughly takes one thigh in his grip, throwing it over his shoulder. you can only get out a squeak of his name before he’s leaning down, bringing you chest to chest and drilling himself within you, hard and deep. a man on a damn mission.

“don’t worry. you’re gonna feel it when I fucking come inside you.”

[gor3-hound]

vendetta leon stares at his phone for a good five minutes after you send him a nude just to reply with "👍"

[withonly-sweetheart]

hear me out. nsfw mentions ahead

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re6 leon in which the events of re2 never happen, he doesn't become a police officer until chris recommends it to get over a break up, smth abt finding your purpose or fuck tht

he's got no idea what he's doing in the goddamn room, six months of training later, but theres a shiny new badge on his chest and a can do attitude that disappears as soon as he twists over his shoulder to check out his t.o.

shit, you must be at least, what, a decade younger than him? he has to hold back a scoff when sergeant dismisses the room, and suddenly he's left alone with your silent, wide eyes looking up at him.

you keep him behind you in your quick, clicking steps, allowing little time for the questions he asks, trying to pry that little shell of yours open. but you're unrelenting, in the way that he is, in your serious posture and his amused demeanor.

a demeanor that "has no place on the force", you tell him a week later, just after he's turned the corner and tripped over the felony you handcuffed just seconds ago.

he huffs and puffs on the ground, but he knows that you're the big bad wolf in his story. and he's not about to swap roles to become little red riding hood.

so after crashing at chris' penthouse with a cooler full of cold beer, a recovering heart and heavy thoughts, he realizes that he can do so much better. become what you expect.

and the man that walks in the day after? well, he's not the same old man whose back you were snickering behind when he got the captain's office and the locker room mixed up, courtesy of your fellow cops.

you feel more like a cheetah around its prey than a partner to him, especially with the snarky banter that flows easily, the subtly thrown smiles and winks during an ambush, his awkward yet sweetly charming demeanor.

and guess who can really judge a book by its cover? well, in this case, you suppose by its age.

to be honest, the only thing stopping you from pouncing is the number printed next to his name on the file that's two months late, sending all you've known about him into a loophole.

it appears that sometimes, the force of objects thrust into motion cant be stopped, and the events that ensure one night during a late night study of the rook book ends up with a pair of boots tangled in his sheets.

the thrill of getting caught is delicious, hell, its the reason you became a goddamned cop. but you've been denied that thrill all your life, and when it finally comes to you in the form of this glorious man, you should've realized there would've been some kind of problem.

your crazy big hint was the sun-crinkled eyes, salt and pepper stubble and old man advice, but that's hard to think about when his mouth is buried between your thighs, and even harder is to remember the question he asked beforehand, now somehow expecting an answer as he smothers your hips in wet, sticky kisses. blissfully broken and gazing at the book with glazed eyes.

because how the fuck are you supposed to memorize how to identify a gun when that was the best head you've gotten in years? but when he finally sinks into you with a groan, you realize that there is one gun you will always be able to identify on sight.

better pray that doesn't show up on the quiz though.

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[strawbabysweet]

Guys um sorry for being low-key fucking dead but look! Leon Plushie!

The fact he’s near the same size as my cinnamoroll plushie is crazy to me😭 Leon the fatty

[ghostsangels]

I present, messy sketches of selkie leons

Credit goes to @phoenixmetaphor for the selkie au I love ur au and other works!!! I hope u like the little doodle and sketches I did! Also, please check out their blog!!

[ttec77]

This blew up the other day in twitter after a month of it being posted, so I decided to post it here too

[clayderogatory]

hello everyone im a curious little fella today, and today i want to see you all yap about your resident evil ocs. give me the LORE!!! give me the DESCRIPTIONS!!!! TELL ME EVERYTHING!!!!! i love hearing abt peoples ocs and i am an oc x canon enthusiast. go nuts, i will listen to every detail :3

[sincerelymina]

death island leon girl in a world full of re4r meat riders

[bequiteanddriveeeeeee]

Hi sillies how have ur day been :3

[s1m0nth3swag]

thinking about dad bod Leon... esp after and/or before death island.... thinking about cuddling him and kissing him all over because he thinks you dont think hes attractive anymore because you got to know him while he was like somewhat/ super buff... just giving him the love he deserves because how dare he think that he is so attractive still....

Me when the brainrot is brainrotting (i need to cuddle with any Leon version and fall asleep or simply sit on his lap, personally i woul not be mentally ill anymore afterwards)

[phone-kisser]

I CANT FUCKIGN DO THIS

[wherenymphsroam]

I READ DAD BOD LEON AND LIKE JDFKD imagine praising him and getting him all flustered and needy and just 😭 he is such a hottie I NEED HIM sorry im just a lil feral abt him

GRAHHHH YES !!!!

cw: leon finally in his retirement era ??? (probably not canon but we can only hope), chubby leon, older leon, body worship, very light scent thing, a messy blowjob, he’s insecure at first the poor thing, uhhhh not proofread <3

w/c: 1.5k

like, leon is sooooo relieved when he’s (somehow) allowed to retire. genuinely probably just passes out for a good couple of days, drowsy and catching up on years of sleep he missed for a month or so. takes things day by day, waning contentedly through different hobbies, interests, just trying to like…. find his personality back after basically becoming the governments dog for the most of his adult life.

and some things really like … don’t click at first.

that he’s not nearly as active without the physically demanding day to day. the mission every other month or so that sheds him of all his bodies resources, the ones that basically force upon him that consistently low body fat percentage. sure, he still works out because at this point, it’s weird Not To after putting in so much physical work for so long.

but he’s older now, his metabolism has changed. commercial gyms don’t exactly offer the same amount of intensity that his body is so used to having to work through. and naturally, parts of him grow complacent. he eats more, rightfully so. actually has the time to go out to eat on a consistent basis, and doordash is viewed as a god sent app.

he doesn’t really notice the pounds that have crept up on him until suddenly his favorite pair of jeans doesn’t need a belt to keep them up anymore. it’s when he tucks in his shirt for a more upscale night out that he realizes his button down is more fitted against him than maybe it was the last time he dug out his nicer clothes.

but once he realizes it, he shies away from it, avoids changing in front of mirrors. and when he starts refusing to change in front of you that you notice.

sure, leon was always attractive in your eyes. but it was never the muscles, the trim ‘v’ of his waistline that kept you around. you loved him, genuinely so. and to have him around more often, able to revel in some of the domestic things you couldn’t exactly soak up when he was still an agent? it’s like heaven on earth with him.

so when you notice the slight increase in his weight — the softness that begins to pad his strong biceps when he wraps his arms around you from behind, the extra bit you’re able to hold onto when you hug him — you don’t point it out. it’s welcomed, has you touching him a bit more than maybe necessary nowadays.

the first time he abruptly turns around when you walk in while he was changing, you don’t question it. it’s when he starts to dim the lights before the two of you topple onto the bed in a passionate display that you grow suspicious. your last straw is plucked when he starts coming to bed with a shirt on. an oversized one at that. he had never worn shirts to bed before, always complained about the materials feeling against him becoming irritating throughout the night.

he tries to deny when you first confront him. plays off the way the newfound pliant skin of his sides swells out over the top of his jeans waistband. shakes his head and makes a face at you, even goes so far as to roll his eyes when you reason with him, pointing out his recent ‘preference’ of keeping the lights lower when you fuck.

“I think you’re imagining this, sweetheart. I’m still sexy,” he reasons cheekily, trying to distract you with his cheesy nature.

“I didn’t say you’re not sexy,” you sigh, shaking your head. “You’re definitely still sexy. I’m just saying you look sexy with the extra bit on you,” you hum, leaning against the bedroom door.

it takes Leon a second, trying to allow ‘sexiness’ and ‘weight’ to coexist in his head. at least not in terms of himself. he loved women, all shapes and bodies and weights included. it was a no brainer to say that yes, your logic that sexiness could coexist with more weight was correct. but on him…? he’s Leon Kennedy. he’s not fat.

“Nor am I saying you’re fat, not by a long shot,” you continue, knowing all too well what that look on his face meant. the one he wore when he was thinking too hard about something.

he tries not to flinch when your hands reach out, capturing his sides. tries to stifle the sound that wants to escape when he realizes how much more sensitive the skin there is now with the extra weight. but the pounding of his heart and heat emanating off his body tells you all you need to know. so you continue.

you’re unashamed in how you explore how pliant his sides are now, in how you trace along where the firm cut lines of his abs formerly were. gently pinching and filling your fingers with the extra skin that lies over his lower abdomen, flattening your palm over the swell there and letting it fill your palm. his breath hitches, hands twitching at his sides, itching to slide your hands off him. he yearns to step out of your grasp, but knows that’ll be too telling. so he lets you continue, let’s you have your fun.

the button of his jeans pops audibly, and it’s clear that maybe he’s gonna have to let his favorite pair go pretty soon. but that’s okay. it’s obvious how okay it is when you slide his shirt up, up, up and out of the way. when your lips finds his sternum, trailing up and down its length before moving on to his pecs. silently appreciating how they’ve swelled a bit, how the hair that scatters across his skin has seemingly spread more. you tuck your nose in, inhaling him appreciatively when you slide your fingers under the waistband of his jeans, start to shimmy the denim down.

and oh god, you’re slowly lowering yourself, letting your lips ghost over his stomach now. you’ve grown sloppier, greedier in how you lick up the salt of his skin, bite into and suck at the pliant flesh. as if a fever had overcome you.

and really, that’s not all that far fetched of an idea. it was like you were seeing him naked for the first time all over again. except he’s softer, warmer… easier to paw and play with. responsive when your hands knead at his sides, his pecs. breathless and panting when he realizes his nipples are more sensitive for some reason when you drag the pads of your thumbs over them.

he could’ve gone bright pink when you ask him to strip completely. in front of the mirror no less. but he obliges, although begrudgingly. maybe a bit more hesitantly when you roll your desk chair over in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, instructing him to sit down. but that dissolves when you settle on your knees in front of it, as if sweetening the deal.

he doesn’t expect you to be so …. eager when you finally get yours hands on him. but fuck does he look good. softened thighs spread, the perfect mix between strong and soft in front of you. his soft cock, laid oh so prettily between them, ever so full balls nestled there. you really can’t help how quickly you find yourself burying your face into him, breathing him in and mouthing at his thighs.

your hands are greedy, so very greedy in how you grab at him. his thighs, the stomach that’s started to rest on them. his pecs you reach up to paw at when you realize they’ve started to create a crease between his chest and his stomach from below.

and at first, he doesn’t believe you when you tell him he looks even better like this. that if anything, you prefer him like this. doesn’t want to hear it when you try to coax him into repeating affirmations about himself, keeps his eyes off his reflection in the mirror.

but of course, he’s a weak man. you’re sat on your knees between his spread thighs, your ass practically begging to be ogled in those jeans.

and that’s what he focuses on at first. tries not to notice how you have to tilt your head slightly when you take him in your mouth, how you have to hold his tummy when you suck him off to keep it from inhabiting how far down you can get on his length. but as the heat in his body grows, as you get sloppier with spit dribbling down your chin, he has no choice but to look down at you.

and at that point, he can’t find it in him to care about the swell of his lower abdomen. he isn’t very worried about how much more space his thighs take up on the chair when you dip one of his balls into your mouth, licking and warming and soaking them in your feverish attempt to make him feel how sexy he is to you.

but by the time he’s coming ropes onto your pretty face, he finally gives in. finally obliges you fully and admits that maybe… maybe he was still sexy as fuck. maybe he did look better, healthier with the retirement weight on him.