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Just sitting here thinking about Leon’s physique in RE4R in comparison to all of his other eras. Like Capcom really sat down and was like, “we’re upgrading the twink into a MEGA beefy boy fighting bisexual demons” for the remake and decided to make him so thick and broad like hello!?
Meanwhile Leon’s never really been scrawny or lanky, he’s kinda slim-thick. Like he has muscles and probably has nice shoulders and thick thighs, but he’s not beefy in the sense of looking like a power lifter. They said fuck all that and just gave Leon huge pecs and biceps in RE4R and he’s thick as hell. Like don’t get me wrong, I love his build and honestly the fact that he doesn’t have the classic dorito build but his waist still tapers in a bit is so…MMMMM FAWK!
He’s so…whew…I keep thinking about it. I honest to god want to take a tape measure and just see the distance from shoulder to shoulder and across his chest. He looks like he’d give good hugs, just consumes you whole and his chest is so inviting and warm. I need him…BAD!
#ovaryacted thoughts#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon scott kennedy#leon kennedy icons#resident evil#I don’t even like him super beefy#never liked big muscular guys#but holy moly I need him to put me in a chokehold BAD#real shit tho#give me the id/di body thank yew!#his chest and back are KILLING ME
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You’re literally so cute and pretty 🫶
stoppppp ilysm <3
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romance — leon kennedy
author’s note: i am sick this is actually a really cute fic. although i might be a lil mentally ill. this fic is for @ovaryacted so i hope u like it nic :3 feeling re6 leon vibes hehe !!
wc: 4.7k
content: detective leon x psycho reader, fem!reader (reader wears a dress and is referred to femininely), no d/s dynamics but reader is slightly more in control, lots of pet names (sweet girl, pretty girl, princess, my girl, sweetheart, sweetie, pretty wife), talks of marriage, unprotected sex, blood as lube. reader is like actually insane but leon loves her.
warning: this fic is dark content, containing moderate amounts of blood and gore depictions, along with discussions of murder, torture, bodies, weapons, etc. please read with caution and take care of yourself.
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"i'd love to see you in a beautiful dress," he says softly.
“i would look pretty just for you.”
leon chuckles and squeezes your hand again, it's funny how he can go from fearing you to becoming utterly enamored with you in a matter of moments.
"i have no doubts about that, sweetheart," he replies, "now come here."
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“what… have you done now, princess?” he stumbles, because when you said you look good in red, he clumsily thought you meant you were going to wear a red dress for him.
“the guy was asking for it, lee,” you tell him, taking a step closer to reach out to him, but he steps back, “are you… afraid of me?”
“kinda. i also just… i don’t want you to get blood on my work clothes,” his smile is always gentle towards you. there’s no reality where detective kennedy can get mad at you, though. he adores you too greatly.
your eyes drop from focusing on his soft, warm gaze, to trailing down his body. he really does make himself pretty for you. black blazer and black dress pants on top of a red wine button down, top two buttons left unbuttoned because obviously the s in leon s. kennedy stands for slut. or maybe selfless? sensitive? submissive? who knows?
either way, you have the eyes of a predator. he knows you know that, yet you make no attempt to ease his mind, to tell him, ‘oh, it’s alright baby. i would never hurt you’ because neither of you are sure if that’s true.
“blood on your clothes, huh..?” you murmur, almost distantly, like your mind was somewhere else.
“we, uh, have dinner reservations, baby. why don’t you get cleaned up and we can go? i don’t think… the restaurant would appreciate blood all over their chairs and tables,” he looks away, and then back to you. your eyes are hungry, but he tries to keep you focused, “baby, you got rid of the body, right?”
“well.. not necessarily… i wanted to dismember him myself,” you pout, like you were asking for something a lot less gruesome. like, ‘leon, could we please get ice cream after dinner?’ but instead you were asking something a little bit more on brand for you. he doesn’t even know why he’s surprised.
“just… okay, whatever. just c’mere and kiss me, sweetie,” he welcomes you into his arms again, refusing to even pay any mind to the viscous scarlet liquid that saturates his velvet suit, your hand staining his neck and you reach to rest it on the back of his neck. he stopped caring about the mess and wrapped his arms around your waist.
you kiss him feverishly, stained hands and tainted souls clashing together. leon was rotten before you met him, corrupted and dark. you feel a bit more comfortable with the fact that you have not ruined him. there was nothing good about him to ruin. he lies, fabricates and destroys evidence, forces confessions, truly a brutal guy.
and yet, for the pretty thing that clutches onto him, only feeling truly happy in his arms, he is comfort. he’s safety and goodness. he is everything that’s right in her world. your world.
you are awful. but so is leon. that is why he loves you so dearly. if people like you both are even capable of such emotions.
your dress is carmine and if leon didn’t know any better, he’d think you were a victim of a heinous crime, but he does know better. and he knows there is not a single scratch or bruise on you.
leon holds you close to him, hands wrapped around your waist, giving you his complete soul, enjoying the warmth of your embrace and the familiar feel of your lips pressed against his. he squeezes you tightly and runs his hands along your hips, his touch smooth and gentle.
leon is your complete opposite. your touch is forceful and aggressive, but leon is gentle. all your body knows is his softness. you are erratic and violent, but leon is composed.
as you continue kissing him, leon's breath becomes heavier and his heart beats faster. he pulls away for a moment, panting gently as an expression of pure joy and relief crosses his face. leon leans down again, this time capturing your chin between his fingers as he looks into your eyes, soaking in the sight of you.
“you… are beautiful,” his voice echoes, low and full of an adoration even leon can’t wrap his head around. scarlet covers your figure, and all he can see is utter beauty.
“you got anywhere to be, detective kennedy?” you smile as you address him professionally, but it’s only teasing. your hand is moving to help him shrug off his suit coat and he thinks he might be here a bit longer than he thought. you throw it onto the table.when your hand starts moving to help him take off his jacket, his eyebrow raises in interest, and his eyes follow the movement of your hand until it touches his shoulder and starts undoing the buttons.
"no, nowhere in particular," he says casually, watching his coat get thrown to the side. you’re careless. that is expensive velvet, and your red hands definitely just ruined it. it’s alright he muses, he’ll just replace it.
the coat, he clarifies to himself. he’ll replace the coat. not this memory with you.
"excellent," you tell him, crimson fingers tangling into his blonde hair, “i wasn’t going to let you leave anyway.”
"i figured as much," he chuckles playfully, enjoying the feeling of your fingers digging into his scalp, massaging the tension away. leon's body relaxes against yours, savoring the feel of you pressed against him. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer.
"i've been working way too hard today," he sighs, and he sees the soft pout that comes to your face. it’s gotta be the cutest thing he’d ever seen, "don’t look at me like that, baby. i just didn't get much of a chance to relax. it’s my job, princess.” leon squeezes you tightly against him, the warmth from his body radiating against yours.
“how does your brain work for that long?” you shake your head, “i feel like i would start losing it with how long of days you work. you shouldn’t have to work so hard, lee.”
"i swear, i was staring at the same case file for like, ten hours straight," he sighs. "i can't look at those numbers and words anymore."
"i bet," you mumble, noticing the way the blood is drying up in his hair and on both of your clothes and skin, "you look like you're the murderer now," you chuckle, "i think i'm going to have to lock you up."
leon lets out a laugh, looking down at himself and noticing the dried blood caking up in his hair and on his suit, "i bet i do," he chuckles, "i look like i've just come from a crime scene."
leon looks up at you, his eyes shining mischievously. "then i guess you'll have to arrest me," he teases, "do you have the handcuffs ready?"
you laugh, mostly because you know he’s making shitty jokes, but also because you might enjoy restraining him a little too much, “oh yeah, except the jail cell is my bedroom.”
"well, you're the officer who has to bring me in," he says with a smirk, "i don't think i'll be resisting arrest too much."
“oh, shut up, dork. just kiss me,” you groan to him, pulling him in by the hips. his white button up dress shirt being stained by your red hands feels indicative of what you’ve done to leon. it’s not like he’s perfectly pristine, he’s been a corrupt cop for years, but… you have only made him worse.
it's as if he's addicted to the touch and affection of your hands, his body becoming hot with desire. he enjoys the way you press against him, your red hands staining his shirt and staining his soul. your fingers dig into his hips forcefully as you pull him in close to you, your tainted hands staining his clothes as you do so. you've definitely made him even more corrupt than he was before you came into the picture, and he's loving every second of it.
you pull away to whisper to him, in his ear, wet blood covering his skin and his clothes, "i love you."
now, he’s known for a long time that you love him, even if that love is twisted and tainted. as blood drips down the both of you, he wraps his arms around you more tightly, burying his face in your neck as he whispers into your ear.
"i love you too, princess,” he whispers back, not caring about the dried blood coating you both, "also, wait, where is your victim? did anyone see you? please tell me you were careful, baby."
"i destroyed his body parts already, don't worry. no one saw me."
"thank god.. or should i say thank you?" leon replies with a cheeky grin. to him, you are god. you are a religion. you are a deity who visits him in his dreams and treats him like her beloved human pet. he looks at you for a moment, his eyes trailing over your body, the dried blood of your previous victims making you look even more beautiful to him. god, you are so fucking pretty to him.
"though, i do need your help destroying evidence.." your fingers draw sweet little hearts onto his back once you throw his dress shirt off entirely, but he's certain your bloody hearts left literal, physical drawings on his skin. you are so fucking deranged and he adores you.
"i can help you with anything," he murmurs, leaning his head down to plant kiss after kiss on your neck, “that’s what i’m here for, baby.”
every trace of your blood-stained heart has been embedded and melded into his skin, like a stain that can never be washed out with bleach. he loves his psycho princess.
"but i don't want to think about that right now," you lean your head on his shoulder, "i just wanna be here with you.."
leon nods, enjoying the feeling of your head pressed onto him, the warmth from your body radiating gently, "i know, i know, baby," he says softly, "no worrying right now, just you and i."
after a moment of peace and calm, you perk your head up suddenly, a contemplative look on his face, "do you think... will i ever go to prison?"
leon chuckles, shaking his head as he continues stroking your hair, "no, you won't," he replies confidently, "not as long as i'm around, and i'm not going anywhere. i'll always keep you safe and make sure you're never caught."
leon feels the weight of your worries melt away from you. he enjoys being the one to calm you, tame you in a way. you are a monster, but with him, you’re his sweet girl with her.. mildly disturbing hobbies.
"you’ll be okay," he says gently, "i mean, if anyone does find evidence pointing to you, i'll get rid of it before it can even be used. i'm not going to let anyone come between us.”
“yeah?”
“you’re stuck with me forever, princess. i’ll make sure you never spend even one night in a jail cell. only the most comfortable living arrangements for my baby.”
you chuckle, pressing sweet kisses to his neck, “you’re the one that’s stuck with me. who knows? maybe my thirst for blood will include you some day.”
leon laughs, his body trembling slightly at your sweet kisses against his neck, he doesn't even want to think about the possibility of you deciding to kill him one day, but he also knows that it's not an impossibility. he swallows the lump in his throat and decides it's better to just push that thought away for now.
the worst part is… he knows you’d enjoy it. you’d watch the light slowly leave his eyes with glee. makes him nauseous.
"maybe," he says with a teasing tone, but it’s impossible to miss how his voice shakes, "but i'm more valuable to you alive, sweetheart."
“i know, i know.” you giggle, hands digging into the waistband of his fancy velvet slacks, “i just like playing with you. you get so nervous.. it’s cute.”
leon grins in return, but a hint of a nervous chuckle escapes his lips when he feels you start unbuttoning his pants.
he feels his heart rate start to pick up, both from anticipation and a little bit of anxiety, “you like playing with me huh…” he says in a lower, somewhat panting voice, “don’t play with your food, baby. do what you gotta do.”
you smirk, pushing him down onto his office chair, the same one you bought him a couple months ago when he was complaining about his old one. you sit yourself down on his lap, hands resting around the back of his neck, caressing him so sweetly. god, if leon closed his eyes, he could pretend this was normal and you were normal and you were both just two young lovers that adored each other.
his hands grasp your waist and keep you close, as he's afraid you'll leave him. you can't leave him now. not after all he's done for you, to protect you, to save you from yourself. he's ruined himself for you, he's destroyed evidence and burned bodies and lied and lied and lied for you. you can't leave him now.
his psychopath. his monster. his sweet lover. him. you belong to him.
he doesn't understand why you're so gentle with him, but you are and he's grateful, so he doesn't push the subject. when your hands pull at the waistband of his boxers, his eyes become soft and glassy and he rests his head back against the chair. you may do what you please with him at this point.
leon lets out a contented sigh as he relaxes back into the chair, his head leaning against the backrest as he gazes up at you. you are… breathtaking. a beautiful dove covered in her victim’s crimson blood.
your touch is soft and delicate, much different from the usual roughness that you've had with your previous victims. yet he can't complain that you're choosing to be so gentle with him, letting him keep this illusion of you being a normal person, just for a moment.
"can i have you, lee? right here, right now?"
it's almost amusing how normal that question sounds to him. after all this time, after everything he's done for you, after all the murders he's covered up for you, the bodies he's burned and the evidence he's destroyed... it almost makes him chuckle to hear that sentence. it’s remarkable, honestly. you’re vicious and violent and cruel… and you’re asking for consent? how adorable.
"of course," he says softly, his tone slightly pleading and desperate, "please. take me, baby... i'm yours."
you smile sweetly, though the sweetness is undercut by the blood on your face. he would almost assume you're possessed by something demonic if he didn't already know you were evil to begin with, "you make me so happy, baby." you muse gently, "you keep me safe, protect me when i mess up... i'm gonna be your perfect little wife someday."
leon chuckles softly at your words, but there's a part of him that's a little bit terrified. in his mind, he knows that this isn't the beginning of some fairytale romance, and that your intentions aren't quite pure, but he chooses to ignore those thoughts. he's already fallen down such a dark path because of your influence, so what's stopping him from falling a little bit deeper and going all the way down into this fucking madness with you?
"i'll protect you from everything," he replies, his fingers gripping tightly around yours, "nothing will ever hurt you again, my sweet wife. i’ll keep you safe and happy, always.”
"we should get married in a big, beautiful chapel. i don't need a lot of people there, i just want to be there with you."
leon grins, "you'd be happy with just a small wedding?" he asks with a hint of surprise in his voice, "i thought you'd want something big and extravagant to show off to everyone."
“all i need is a pretty dress and you,” you whisper to him.
leon chuckles, brushing your hair out of your face with his hand, his fingers slightly trembling. a part of him can't help but wonder how this would all end: would it actually end happily? with you two walking down the aisle to an altar, exchanging vows? or would it end up with his body buried deep in the woods?
he forces himself to ignore those thoughts, for now he should stay focused on the moment. you look at him so sweetly, so earnestly, so he decides to trust your intentions with him for now.
"i'd love to see you in a beautiful dress," he says softly.
“i would look pretty just for you.”
leon chuckles and squeezes your hand again, it's funny how he can go from fearing you to becoming utterly enamored with you in a matter of moments.
"i have no doubts about that, sweetheart," he replies, "now come here."
you smile as you lean in to kiss him again, hands finally resuming their movements to get into his underwear.
leon lets out a soft groan, his muscles tensing as he feels your hands slip through the fabric of his underwear, pulling out his cock for you to play with, or so he assumes you’ll do. you play with it like it’s a toy, something you can just have fun messing with while he sleeps or before you fuck him. he uses the verbage of ‘you fucking him’ because this is in no way him fucking you… even if it’s his dick. at some point that dick attached to his pelvis became yours..
he wraps his arms tightly around your waist as you begin to caress him. he's just so vulnerable to you, he's yours in every aspect of the word, physically and emotionally. yours, yours, yours.
"i'll be gentle, i promise. i'm just gonna stroke your cock, nice and slow.." you murmur. your touch is warm but teasing, and when you notice the tension in his body, you can't help but giggle, "i can't go too quickly just yet.. can't make you feel too much too soon."
leon chuckles softly, a part of him enjoying this teasing routine. he knows that eventually you'll give him what he wants, so he doesn’t mind waiting. whatever his girl wants, she gets.
"i know" he says panting slightly, "just take your time, princess..."
it's just so hard not to adore him, so malleable and soft, you could mold him into anything you want.
leon's eyes are starting to get hazy, his breath hitching in his throat and his body trembling. your touch is so delicate yet so powerful, it's making his entire body quiver. he’s not even on the edge but he feels like he is. both of your hands jerk him off so slow and sensual, and he knows the only reason they’re moving so smoothing is because your hands still have wet blood on them… which means you’re practically using that guy’s blood as lube and… this is so fucked up. you are so fucked up. you are awful and he can’t wait to make you his wife.
leon’s not necessarily the most submissive man alive, but he does listen well and you always get what you want, so take that as you will. he's always been so easy to mold into whatever you want him to be. he's followed along like a loyal dog, doing everything you ask of him. he's done such despicable things in your name, knowing that at the end of the day, you'll love him enough to keep him by your side.
he feels your thumb massaging his tip and he suppresses a nervous whimper, eyes fluttering closed as he takes in the feeling of your touch. you’re too much of a tease, but leon is patient.
“promise that you’ll always stay with me, lee. promise that you’ll never leave,” you whisper. he doesn’t know why you expect such a deep answer from him when his brain is becoming more and more mushy by the second.
“i promise," he whispers back, still panting slightly from pleasure. “i'm never going to leave you. i'll stay by your side for as long as we're alive. i'll never stop protecting you, loving you"
“i will sink my claws into you and never let you leave,” you growl.
he leans his head back against the chair again, a smile creeping on his lips as he lets out a shuddering breath. "i'm all yours, princess, and i have no desire to be anyone else's."
just as he starts to get close to the edge, riding the fine line of pleasure, you pull your hands away from him. you feel bad for denying him, but you're only doing it so you both can finish together. leon lets out a soft shiver as you tug your hands away, your teasing just making him more and more desperate.
he lets out a tense, groaning sigh as you pull your hands away, a small whimper escaping his lips as you did so. he's so close, but you're not quite ready to let him cum yet.
leon tries his best not to show his disappointment, the build up has been intense and it's frustrating to feel himself denied, but he knows you love it. you love making him desperate, making him beg.
he concedes: this is what you like, so it’s what he likes.
but his disappointment is quickly brushed away as you get up off of him to take off your beautiful bloody dress, and your undergarments too. for all of the blood on your face, neck, chest, and arms, the rest of you is mostly untouched, and he finds the difference rather amusing. your stomach and thighs look so soft and innocent.
he gazes at you lustfully as you remove your clothes, his breath catching in his throat as he stares at your naked body. he can’t think, can’t breathe, his eyes going everywhere they’re not supposed to. he can only try so hard to be a gentleman.
"you.. are going to make me your wife," you say, voice carrying an air of certainty. you are not suggesting. you are telling him what's going to happen, and he will obviously obey, “you’ll buy me a pretty ring. nothing expensive, don’t waste your money on something stupid like a diamond. and you’ll take me on a beautiful honeymoon, and we’ll spend every moment of those days together just fucking like rabbits. understood?”
marriage was never something he considered until you called yourself his ‘pretty little wife’ to be honest, but with the way you're demanding it now... it's something he'd easily give in to, "okay" he finally manages to whisper back, "anything for my beautiful wife."
you smile gently, settling back onto his lap, pussy aching for the cock in front of you, so desperate to fill you up, “you ready, baby?” you ask.
leon nods, his eyes fluttering briefly at your words, “yeah, i'm ready," he mumbles, his breath already short and his heart beating so hard he's surprised that you can't hear it.
you slide him inside, giving yourself a moment to adjust. leon can't help but find the slight discomfort in your face cute.
you moan gently, resting your hands on his shoulders, "o-oh, ah..."
he can hear every soft sound and breath that escapes your lips as you begin to move, and he can't help but let out a soft groan as well. his hands grip tightly around you, tightening every time you moan or gasp.
leon holds onto you for dear life, he knows he's already so close to finishing, he could really blow any second, but the longer this goes, the longer this moment lasts, the more intense it gets. you’re going to kill him one of these days.
"l-lee.." you gasp, hips rocking back and forth, almost circular motions.
"oh god.. baby..." he lets out a tense moan as you ride him, movements gentle but somehow still so overwhelming. his fingertips dig into your shoulders as he tries to keep himself restrained, but he's at the very edge of his control.
every movement sends a jolt through his body, his muscles flexing and releasing with everything he's got to keep himself from finishing before you.
“leon…” you groan again, and he never really realizes the effect he has on you until your body is trembling as you ride his cock. your voice isn’t quite begging, but he almost hears it like that. it sounds like a love confession wrapped up in his name. he doesn’t see it until all of your defenses are down, but you love him so helplessly that it must be scary.
god, he wants to hold you in his arms forever and never let you go. protect his serial killer for the rest of her days.
he lets out another tense, breathy moan as you start to move even faster, you're pushing him to the limit. every sensation that he feels is so intense, he can hardly handle it, it takes every ounce of self-discipline in his body to keep himself from finishing early, but that’s what you get for edging him right before. you put him at a huge disadvantage.
“wait for me..” you whisper, “wanna cum with you..”
he nods his head, his eyes squeezed shut as a trembling breath escapes from his lips. he's trying his hardest to wait for you to finish, the urges and sensations within him are overwhelming and he feels as though he might explode at any moment.
and he does unfortunately, just a moment early, but it kick-starts your orgasm so for the most part, you’re both gasping and moaning and breathing fast and shaky and helpless together, hands grasping at any skin they can reach as you’re pulled ever closer to him. he sticks his head into the crook of your neck as your pretty pussy squeezes around him. he feels breathless and helpless, holding you like he’d die without you. he feels your heavy breath and your hands tightly gripping him, you must be completely gone, orgasm hitting you in waves that squeeze every drop of cum out of him.
you’re his, he realizes. completely, utterly his. you need him. you can’t go on without leon and there is nothing more pleasing than being your lifeline. your face makes that cute little pout, dried bloody fingers making his shoulders red, but this time it might just be his blood. your nails are digging into him, but he can’t blame you. you’re too lost in pleasure to realize what you’re doing.
once you both start to slow and calm down, breathing returning to a more normal pace, you lean down to rest your head on his chest.
after a moment, you ask him, “are you really gonna marry me?”
“mhm,” he hums, fingers brushing against your head, licking his thumb to try and rub off the dried blood on your forehead, “i'll get you a ring and get down on one knee and everything.”
“what will our wedding be like?”
“whatever you want, princess,” he closes his eyes, “i don't have a single care in the world about what flowers you pick or if you want to invite people or if you just want it to be us two and an officiant in the empty wedding chapel. i just want to call you my wife. my sweet, pretty wife. my girl. my only love.”
you giggle, nuzzling closer into his chest, “detective kennedy. my husband,” you grin cutely, “my leon. mine.”
burgundy drips from his fingertips as he brushes them against your cheek, “yours.”
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this is v random, but i just came across your reblog on ovaryacted’s post and i’ve never really sent an anon before but i feel really compelled to tell you just how incredibly based and eloquently put together it was. It seriously felt like you saw a glimpse into my thoughts and put them out into words, it’s a really affirming feeling to know i’m not the only one that sees just how mentally damaging and deteriorating such works are to anyone’s mind and i feel like thanking you for speaking the words i felt too shy to share😭😭
i heavily empathize with your history with harmful content in fanfics because i’m also 19 and was really young when i was exposed to such material out of my curiosity on what “lemon” meant in relation to fan fiction😭😭 and it’s not up until recently i unpacked and unlearned my internal biases that formed from the socialization and conditioning that came with years and years of consuming such content in spaces where they were normalized, romanticized and even yearned for most times.
And the last paragraph you wrote hit me so hard because it genuinely is so real and so true, it sometimes feels so hopeless to see such works churned out after turning for an escape from seeing just how misogynistic and woman hating the world is only to be met with nearly the same thing i was running from staring back at me but only this time romanticized and sexualized. And as a psychology minor who’s also taken sociology courses, it’s even more jarring to see so many people deem the behaviours in the work as normal because it’s anything but normal???? Like such desires are only formed by the society one lives in and the social conditioning that comes with that, and maybe its paired with an individuals possible trauma, but majority of it is just conditioning.
It seriously feels so immensely gratifying to see i’m not the only one that thinks like this too, because at times i def feel insane and like the odd one out whenever i scroll through the Leon smut tag and see the most stomach-turning works with like hundreds or nearly thousands of notes. This is getting really long😭😭, but i think too much and too hard about how delicate a human mind is to outside stimuli and on topics surrounding social conditioning a lot so there’s like years worth of backlog up there😭 but i seriously just want to thank you for your smart words and well thought out response in your reblog, it has genuinely made me feel so justified within my train of thoughts and less crazy. So thank you so so so much for voicing your opinion, I genuinely hope you have an amazing rest of your day, I wish nothing but the best for you and I hope the rest of your year goes so extremely well!! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა
Hi !! I’m genuinely so sorry for answering this so late, I pretty much logged out of my account after making that repost since I never use this account, but I agree with everything you said! I’m actually studying psychology myself, and while I haven’t gotten that far in my studies, it’s so heartbreaking to see all this.
It’s so upsetting. Reading fan fiction growing up (specifically smut) altered my mind and thinking so much to the point it literally affects my thoughts every day. I can’t even imagine how I would have been affected if I was a minor coming across countless works that normalized and romanticized literal rape, incest, stepcest, and all of those topics. Yeah, I came across them during my teen years but I avoided them, and never have I ever seen so much support and lack of criticism for them. And it hurts even more knowing that women and girls are feeding into it and enjoy writing, spreading, discussing, and overall fantasizing about it. So many women have faced issues in reality with all that, so painting it as something desirable/as a source of gratification is just awful.
It’s a genuine problem, and it reminds me of the most searched up topics on porn websites. The comments in those videos with men writing about how they fantasize about it or have partaken in those acts is so disgusting—and the same goes with fanfiction. Fantasizing about all that does alter thinking, and I hate when people deny that or say that fiction doesn’t equal reality.
In my opinion, the creators writing these fanfictions can’t blame minors for reading their work. Minors are get access to the Internet so easily now, and if someone is of age and posting that content then they have to take accountability for that, it’s so immature to just insinuate that minors are the ones at fault for not reading the warnings or MDNI banners and saying that they’re the ones responsible for anything that may result from reading it. Like come on, you’re the one making the content and putting it on a site where minors are regularly on.
And I was in the same position, after growing up reading smut that led me into other things like porn, I eventually took a long break to really see how it’s affected me. I think my life would’ve been a lot better if I hadn’t been so exposed to all of that and so many damaging concepts. None of it is innate, if I hadn’t let my curiosity get the better of me and read anything involving certain kinks then I never would’ve even thought of them.
Misogyny is just growing worse, and it’s mind blowing that women are writing about receiving it through sex and making it seem hot and desired. It’s 2023, why is our progress going backwards? Some writings just make the reader seem mindless and childish in a way, it’s so gross.
In my eyes, there’s really no justification for it. I don’t mean to come across as rude, but I don’t care about the excuses people make for spreading such content.
Again, very sorry for my late response! I’m not sure if you’ll see this, but thank you for taking the time to send this in. You’re definitely not alone in your thoughts regarding the situation. I hope you have an amazing year as well! I hope you enjoy the upcoming holidays and all <3
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hiiiiiiiii i did it get got lmao buuuuut i’m back, this time with fic recommendations!!!! i finally got around to reading ovaryacted ‘s second week of promotober (the october 14th one) and i thought you’d like it, if you wanted to check it out 🤭 much love <3333
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Hi 💀 anon!! 👋 👋
Oh cool! When I have some free time today, I’ll check it out!! 👀 👀
And I’m glad you didn’t get the axe 🪓 😝
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"What the hell is testiculating?" the man asks.
Looking both irritated and impatient, his wife responds, "It's when a man is talking bollocks!"
The man considers this for a moment.
"Tell me something," he finally says. "Are you on your period?"
"Yes," his wife answers. "Why?"
The man nods. "I thought so. You're ovaryacting."
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A man's wife accuses him of "testiculating." - "What the hell is 'testiculating?'" the man asks.Looking both irritated and impatient, his wife responds, "It's when a man is talking bollocks!"The man considers this for a moment. "Tell me something," he finally says. "Are you on your period?""Yes," his wife answers. "Why?"The man nods. "I thought so. You're ovaryacting."
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Hey, y’all! Here’s your list of fun things to do around town this weekend in Memphis.
But first: thoughts and prayers to East Memphis, because TDOT is shutting down Poplar at I-240.
Poplar Avenue will be closed right near I-240 this weekend from Friday at 9 p.m. until Monday at 6 a.m. From TDOT: “During the Poplar Avenue closure, I-240 ramps that cross over I-240 or under Poplar Avenue will be closed. I-240 will remain open.” Read more here and see a map here.
OK, here are your five things to do this weekend in Memphis, plus a few extras:
1. Family Science Night, Pink Palace, Friday, 7-10 p.m. $12, free for kids 2 and under, all ages
Enjoy telescope observations on the lawn with the Memphis Astronomical Society, watch a planetarium show, conduct experiments, and meet local scientists. Food trucks will be on site in case all that science-ing makes you hungry.
2. Grrrl’s Night, Cadre Building, Friday, 6-9 p.m., $25 advance, $30 at the door
This fourth annual ladies’ night fundraiser for Alive Animal Rescue will feature cruelty-free beauty and fashion. Ticket purchase gets you cocktails and appetizers,a raffle ticket, and professional pampering. Attendees will also have the chance to win raffle prizes and bid on silent auction items.
3. Memphis Caribbean Jerk Festival, Tiger Lane, Saturday, noon to 7 p.m., $15 adv./$20 gate, kids 12 and under free, all ages/kid-friendly
The 3rd annual Memphis Caribbean Jerk Festival and Family Fun Day will offer jerk and Caribbean foods, live entertainment, a dominoes tournament, kids’ activities and more. Proceeds benefit the Sickle Cell Foundation of Tennessee.
4. Saddle Creek Beer Garden, Shops of Saddle Creek, Saturday 4 p.m. – 9 p.m. / Sunday 2 p.m. – 6 p.m., free to enter, all ages/kid-friendly
Saddle Creek will host a weekly beer garden featuring domestic, import, and local beers starting this weekend. For the kickoff on Saturday, they’ll have live music, a featured local brewery (it’s Meddlesome), and food trucks. Starting next week, the beer garden will be Fridays through Sundays. Read more here.
5. Ovaryaction feat. Marco Pave, The Hi-Tone Cafe, Saturday July 14th, $10, show at 7 p.m., 18 and over
Political activist and hip-hop entrepreneur Marco Pave continually supports the Bluff City, so it’s no surprise he’s headlining Ovaryaction, presented by and for A Step Ahead Foundation. Marco’s album Welcome to Grc Lnd – released last year – voices, argues, and frames perspectives of Memphians not always heard; he’s pushing forward a new wave of Memphis hip-hop that’s undeniably his own.
There’s a ton of live music in Memphis this weekend. Catch Boy George & Culture Club with The B52s at Live at the Garden on Friday ($45 for lawn tickets; gates at 6:30 p.m./show at 8:30 p.m.). On Saturday, you can catch hip hop artist Marco Pave at the Hi-Tone for the Ovaryaction fundraiser for A Step Ahead Foundation ($10 tickets, 18+, show at 7 p.m.)
Also on Saturday, Modest Mouse performs at the Orpheum ($45+, 8 p.m.) and Alison Krauss is at Mud Island ($55+, 8 p.m.) On Sunday, catch the final show of the Levitt Shell’s summer season with bluesy funk rock duo The Peterson Brothers (free, 7:30 p.m.). Check out the Listen Up Guide for July for more show recs for the rest of the month.
Playhouse on the Square’s Theatreworks hosts the world premiere of the original play, CRIB. I sat down with Marcus Cox from Playhouse recently and he told me about this show, and I can.not.wait. to see it. It’s about Rajon, a star college basketball star facing expulsion for plagiarism accusations. CRIB runs Thursdays through Saturdays at 8 p.m. and on Sundays at 2 p.m. through July 29. PWYC night is July 19. Read more and get tickets here.
Check out the preview video below.
For more ideas for this weekend, check out the blog’s calendar here.
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Ahhh...so much satisfying red slime ❤️❤️❤️. I've learned a lot from working on this project and will be building the next round of #OvaryActions GIFs soon. I'm a little bit in re-charge and feedback mode and am interested in hearing from you all. If you have a sec:⠀ _⠀ 🎈What are menstrual euphemisms that you and your friends use? I'm especially interested in ones used outside of the United States!⠀ ⠀ 🗣 Let me know what your favorite aspects of this project has been.⠀ ⠀ 🕴🏻What's the most useless but awesome emoji? I mean, I really like this floating Rude Boy but wtf am I supposed to use it for? ⠀ _⠀ 👩💻 Comment below or DM me your thoughts! (at Oakland, California)
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I have so many headcanons of Leon, like so fucking many. Maybe one day I’ll actually sit down and type a few of them out even though it’s hard to pinpoint them as concrete ideas.
But one of my favorites is the fact that he knows how to eat pussy. Like I’m sorry, you can say he doesn’t know how to fuck or he’s a little naive/clueless when it comes to the actual fucking portion, but pussy eating is his specialty. He has a pretty face, pretty lips, the type that just looks so inviting and welcoming. He loves it when his face becomes the next IKEA seating best seller. I just feel like he knows what he’s doing, even if he hasn’t had sex in so damn long, he knows what to do with his tongue and his fingers.
Leon is perceptive, he’s smart, and he knows how to read situations and what’s needed to be done so his partners have a good time. I can guarantee you, that man knows when it’s munch o’clock, and frankly I think that’s his actual skill in the bedroom. If I’m gonna be extra real, he prefers eating pussy over actual fucking anyway, he’s a selfless type of guy, doesn’t give two shits about his own pleasure. So long as he gets a taste until he gets lock jaw, that’s all that matters to him. Leon is a sensual lover too, likes intimacy, will hold your hand as his face is between your legs. He’s also the type to fall in love during one night stands, that’s why he’s better off alone cause lord knows he doesn’t need to be doing none of that crazy shit.
Pathetic munch is really Leon’s brand. He’ll prefer to have his nose deep in your cunt and grind his aching cock against the mattress all night long, making you cum on his face over and over again until it’s the last thing he can sense. Hell he’ll die by pussy before he dies for his country. That’s what you call real acts of service for munch nation.
#leon kennedy#leon scott kennedy#resident evil#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#ovaryacted thoughts#I’m just thinking#like yeah…#munch nation#I just wanna talk about him eating pussy so bad#I can write a thesis on this shit like yeah
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A man's wife accuses him of "testiculating."
"What the hell is 'testiculating?'" the man asks.
Looking both irritated and impatient, his wife responds, "It's when a man is talking bollocks!"
The man considers this for a moment. "Tell me something," he finally says. "Are you on your period?"
"Yes," his wife answers. "Why?"
The man nods. "I thought so. You're ovaryacting."
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A man's wife accuses him of "testiculating."
"What the hell is 'testiculating?'" the man asks.
Looking both irritated and impatient, his wife responds, "It's when a man is talking bollocks!"
The man considers this for a moment. "Tell me something," he finally says. "Are you on your period?"
"Yes," his wife answers. "Why?"
The man nods. "I thought so. You're ovaryacting."
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A man's wife accuses him of "testiculating."
A man’s wife accuses him of “testiculating.”
“What the hell is ‘testiculating?'” the man asks.
Looking both irritated and impatient, his wife responds, “It’s when a man is talking bollocks!”
The man considers this for a moment. “Tell me something,” he finally says. “Are you on your period?”
“Yes,” his wife answers. “Why?”
The man nods. “I thought so. You’re ovaryacting.”
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A man's wife accuses him of "testiculating."
"What the hell is 'testiculating?'" the man asks.
Looking both irritated and impatient, his wife responds, "It's when a man is talking bollocks!"
The man considers this for a moment. "Tell me something," he finally says. "Are you on your period?"
"Yes," his wife answers. "Why?"
The man nods. "I thought so. You're ovaryacting."
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I’m not even trying to be funny right now but I just burst into tears thinking about RE2R Leon. He really was just a baby. LIKE LOOK AT HIM?? OH MY GOD 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
#ovaryacted thoughts#leon kennedy#leon scott kennedy#leon s kennedy#resident evil 2#re2 leon kennedy#HES SUCH A BABY#HE SHOULDVE BEEN AT THE CLUB MAN#PLEASEEEEEE 💔#guys I miss him#and I’m sad about it okay#bye I love him
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May be a crazy thought, but I’m thinking about pegging Leon…particularly RE4R and RE6…idk it’s just something about how he’s so beefy that I literally just want to fuck him with a strap…
Am I allowed to do that guys? (Yes I am). Like cmon…walk with me…cause when I say I wanna fuck him, I really mean fuck him.
Like imagine fucking him in missionary so you can see his pretty face, watching him holding up his strong thick thighs as he just gets pummeled into oblivion. Pretty pale face all pink and blushed up, lips a little bruised from biting them so hard, some drool dripping out the corner of his mouth. And the sounds he makes, moaning, begging to feel good, to feel more, to have you fuck him the way he fucks you. Those pretty blues all glazed over and hazy, and he tries so hard not to sound like a pathetic bitch, but when he feels his cock twitching again he just can’t help himself but whine out loud, an audible Please baby, please filling the room.
You’re right there, telling him he’s pretty, that he’s a good boy for letting you fuck him like this, that he deserves to cum. And of course he does, he feels his ears ring as it happens and his thighs shake, his cock jerking as he spills all over himself and makes a mess. He’s stuck a daze, all fucked out, and you smile to yourself as you take it all in, fucking him through it and whispering praises in his ear.
I’m gonna write this. I’m thinking about it and I want to. Because he deserves to be fucked properly.
#ovaryacted thoughts#leon kennedy smut#leon x reader#sub leon kennedy#sub leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy imagine#leon kennedy drabble#leon kennedy#leon scott kennedy#leon s kennedy#it’s seriously 1 am#and I’m thinking about FUCKING the shit out of him#like please#the voices…#they’re starting to take over
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