#resident evil death island

[ancuiri]

Bunny sleeping, EVERYONE quite reposting

Nude of course on patreon

[salmonsalad69]

Do you think Leon sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night, out of breath and sweaty, grasping at invisible hands around his neck and throwing blankets off of him after one was laying a bit too high up his neck and chest? Do you think he wakes up and can't find who was grabbing him and has to reach for the flashlight in the drawer next to him and scan the room, breath catching as it passes over the curtains and window, ready for something to come in and grab him? Do you think he chokes down screams and sobs even in his sleep because what if something hears him, what if someone finds him, what if someone needs him to save them, what if what if what if?

[ficfield]

Family Beach Day with Chris Redfield 

Request: hiii!! can i request for a family beach day w chris🙏🏻🙏🏻

Chris Redfield x Reader  Word count: 612 Fluff

Enjoy my lovelies ❤️

The sun is warm but not too hot, a perfect afternoon where the sea breeze keeps. Things cool and the sound of gentle waves fill the air. You sit comfortably on a big, soft beech blanket, propped up with cushions Chris insisted on packing “Just in case.” Your hands rest on your belly, where the tiniest flutters of movements remind you that soon there’ll be one more pair of little feet running across the sand.

“Hey, you okay?” Chris’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. He crouches beside you, his ocean blue eyes scanning your face. Then drifting to your belly like he’s half expecting the baby to pop out and start building sandcastles already.

You laugh softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’m fine, Chris. We’re fine.”

He still looks at you like he needs to double-check. Always the protector, even on his day off. “You sure? I can bring you more water, or another snack. Or-“

“Chris,” you cut him off gently, placing your hand over his. “Sit. Relax. Enjoy this.”

He huffs out a soft chuckle but does as he’s told, setting beside you. Your toddler, not content with the slow pace of the adults, runs over with a bright yellow shovel in hand, waving it excitedly. 

“Daddy! Help me make a big one!” they say, pointing to a patch of untouched sand. 

Chirs gives you a look, silently asking if you’ll be okay for a few minutes. You wave him off with a smile. “Go, babe. I’ll cheer you on from here.”

He gets up with tat easy strength of his and hoists your little one into his arms for a second before setting them down near their future sandcastle empire. As you watch them, your hand instinctively rubs over your belly, feeling the little kicks that seem to react every time Chris laughs or your child squeals in excitement. It’s like this baby already knows their family’s voice, already part of this sweet little team you’ve built.

After a while, Chris returns with a smug grin, brushing the sand from his hands. “They said I wasn’t allowed to help anymore because I made the walls ‘too straight.’” 

You laugh, shifting a little as he helps you adjust your seat, ever attentive. “Sounds like someone inherited your perfectionism.”

He leans in, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Hopefully they get more of you than me.” 

You roll your eyes, but you heart melts as he settles beside you again, one big hand sliding over your belly without a second thought. “Hey there, Little one,” he murmurs, his voice soft in ways most people never hear. “You’re gonna love it out here.” 

The three of you take a walk later, your steps slower now but steady with Chris’s arm looped protectively around your waist. Your toddler runs ahead, collecting seashells and holding them up proudly, and Chris doesn’t take his eyes off you for long. Every now and then he asks, “Still good?” and you nod, your heart full. 

As the sun starts to dip, Chris spreads out a blanket and you all sit together, your toddler snuggled in his lap, exhausted but happy. Chris’s other hand stays on your belly, felling each little kick like it’s a miracle. 

“Next time we come here,” he says quietly, watching the waves roll in, “there’ll be four of us chasing each other down the beach.” 

You smile, leaning you head against his shoulder. “I can’t wait.” 

He presses a kiss to your forehead and holds you closer. “Me neither.” 

And under the fading sunlight, surrounded by people you love most, you know this is everything you ever wanted.

[killuintense]

i always liked the older versions of Leon, but this is another level omgf if i had him in front of me i would suck him until my knees bleed 🙏

cr: anglehands on x ‹𝟹

[ghostsangels]

I love letterbox im crying

[daily-leon]

[bruceredcloud]

with you.

[lovelycleon]

Leon's model through the years:

[larvamars]

this one will leave a mark

[diviedrawn]

Kind of rude of capcom to leave out this Luis scene in death island smh

[phantomfeline97]

🥰😫🥰😫🥰😫🥰😫🥰

Leon doing vroom vroom!!

I was busy with commissions lately, so active on acc fall and I'm crying and other shit

So i decide to do Patreon so i could put more attention to drawing my babyboy, tho slots on commissions stil open 🌹

On money from Patreon we'll buy him motorcycle and maybe blunket

Link to patreon in bio (there very interesting quick poll for the next nsfw art.)

[priscilladawn]

Thinking about husband Leon Kennedy!

The reason he wakes up every single morning. You. Even if he doesn’t verbally admit it, you both know you are the reason. He’s utterly obsessed with you, can’t keep his hands to himself.

He didn’t deserve all of your sweetness, he didn’t deserve the peace you brought upon him inside his mind. Suddenly, the days didn’t seem so long, and he could finally get a full nights sleep…Only when you were by his side.

Leon is the type of husband to do anything for his wife. His darling wants to get into gardening? Well, go on out to the backyard, garden beds are built and ready, along with a green house. The kids are absolutely driving you up the wall? There’s already an appointment scheduled for you at the spa, and a little weekend get away vacation for you and your girlfriends!

There’s been many times where you could just be cooking dinner in the kitchen, your kiddos causing a ruckus in the living room like always and playing superhero’s. Sighing whilst stirring the pot, keeping an eye on the roux. Suddenly, those familiar large hands of Leon would brush against your waist, sweet kisses pressed against the back of your neck that make you weak in the knees.

You both don’t know how, but in the end, the two of you wound up whisked away inside of the pantry, making out like two teenagers in the janitors closet. Giggles falling from your lips, all whilst Leon savored every last kiss from your sweet lips. Eyebrows furrowing at the way you were slowly trying to get out of his grasp.

All of that sweetness faded away in an instant, as toddler hands began to bang against the pantry door, curious little minds eager to know what mommy and daddy were doing inside of the pantry!

[eerizon]

showering after a long day.

[shinigamigloss]

sweet mornings!

cw: just fluff, stuff, very short, husband leon, and mentioned scar on his chin!, he makes a 'joke' about the age gap between the two of you, idek;3

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The morning light streams through the half-open blinds, spilling honeyed inks across the bathroom tiles. The redolence of fresh coffee lingers in the air. Then there’s the sharp aroma of Leon’s usual aftershave – the very scent you’ve grown to affiliate with home.

He reclines on the shut toilet seat, legs spread wide, arms flung loose on his thighs. His baby blue bathrobe is sloppy over his impressively big shoulders, sleeves a little bit too short, contributing to his appearance of the harried, underpaid househusband that he so often claims to be.

The sight is a lovely one, from Leon’s favorite coffee cup inscribed with ‘My dad is a superhero’, to the newspaper he always peruses in the morning.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” he tuts at you. You don’t say a thing. Rather, you dip the shaving brush in tepid water.

“I’m a grown-up man. I've been shaving myself since– damn, since before you were old enough to drink.”

Ouch.

You shake your head in faux disbelief and lather the soap onto the brush. “Leon, you and I both know that you consistently miss this specific spot.”

Of course you’d hurt his feelings like that. Leon absolutely feels betrayed.

Your husband huffs dramatically. “One time. One time I leave just one patch, and suddenly I’m the inept one.”

“Well, you do have a reputation to uphold, Mr. Kennedy.” An impish smile graces your lips. You prod at his chin, tilting up his pretty face.

“Now, stay still.”

“Yas, ma’am.” Smiling to himself, he obliges.

You apply the foam to his stubbled jawline. His hair is fetchingly tousled from sleep, silver threads woven into his otherwise brown locks that reflect the morning light in a way that makes your heart race inside the cage of your ribs, your bones.

“You starin’ at me?” he impeaches playfully as you reach for the razor.

“Shhh. You talk too much.” You draw the knife slowly down his jaw. “I gotta be careful. One mistake and—“

“You slit my throat?”

“Yup.” You don’t hesitate.

His lashes flutter, and he draws a long, balmy sigh. “I knew there was a reason I married you.”

“You figured it out, huh?”

“Yep. I love a slow-burn assassination plot and a femme fatale.”

You wipe the blade and move on to the next part on his skin – cautiously so when you feel the trace of a healed scar under your thumb.

“Tragic,” you retort.

He snorts out a laugh. The bathroom is warm, heavy with steam from the shower he just took.

When you near his upper lip, he raises his brows. “Bet you won’t kiss me right now.”

Mind games are his absolute favorite when it comes to teasing the hell out of you.

“I won’t.” You obviously lie. Leaning forward as if to show him, you dab a tiny bit of foam on the tip of his nose instead. “Oops.”

He automatically grumbles. “Unbelievable. There goes my kiss.”

“You’ll live, Leon. You’re a big man.”

When you’re finished, his face is vividly smooth, and you can’t resist running your fingers along the curve of his jaw. “Perfect.”

Leon catches your hand before you can pull it back, giving a slow kiss to the inside of your palm. “Mrs. Kennedy, I think you missed a certain spot.”

“Huh?” A frown sits on the gap between your eyebrows.

“No way! Where?”

He touches his peach-kissed lips. “Right here.”

Greedy.

You nearly roll your eyes at this cheesy attempt to flirt.

“That was so bad, Leon.”

“It did the trick, didn’t it, sweetheart?” He pulls you in. Tips his chin up expectantly. Looking adorable in a way you don’t understand how.

With a flourish of a sigh, you bend down and finally kiss him on his lips. Soft and all familiar. He tastes like morning coffee and mint. Simply delicious and inherently him.

In these very vibrations of seconds, you subconsciously know that you’ll let him get away with any missing spots for the rest of your life.

[thatonepersonguy]

They’re cute