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kennedit · 15 days
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Artist : holabienta
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sarahs-secrets2 · 10 months
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oops!
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revilladies · 1 month
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Jill Valentine in Resident Evil HD Remaster (2015)
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lenny-thequeen1 · 11 months
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IN PINTEREST WE TRUST 🫡🫡🫡🫡
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thequantumranger · 1 month
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Resident Evil HD Remaster (2015) | Platform: PC
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wewerepartners · 5 months
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Resident Evil HD Remaster ↳ The Spencer Mansion
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jayadwal · 2 months
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my mom
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murderofravens · 9 months
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ghostface leon this, yandere leon that, what about obsessive leon during the purge who has been pretending to protect you all this time but has ulterior motives because he likes the chase and manipulation with noncon/dubcon, age gap, size difference, blood kink and lots of violence 🥴 hear me out guys
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residentevilnet · 6 months
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Albert without his sunglasses. ( •_•)>⌐■-■
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rotaryphoam · 13 days
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Umbrella's magnum opus.
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sofy-tofy · 5 months
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Saw so many (for some reason) horror games fans talking around boots so... here you go a little horror heroine protagonist shoes chart i made for help cosplayers (& artist).
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kennedit · 15 days
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@EricsonBlum on Twitter
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ivysoul · 1 year
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Can you do Leon fucking the reader in the bathroom at Claire’s house party and Ashley knocks on the bathroom door asking if she is alright and they have a minute conversation as she is currently getting fucked? 🫣
YES ???? OH MY GOD ????
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this wasn’t how you intended to spend the night; leon’s cock inside your dripping pussy, pistoning his hips back and forth vigorously. his hand was wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough so that it was difficult for you to make any noise.
after all, claire’s first floor bathroom is dangerously close to where everyone else was currently hanging out. music blared from the living room and people were dancing and chatting, but you knew—and so did leon—that you would’ve been heard over everything if he let you.
the squelching noises alone were probably loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door. the sex was messy, sloppy, quick. but in no way non-satisfying.
leon’s face was in the crook of your neck, biting down on your shoulder to try to muffle his own noises. but here and there he’d let a moan or a whimper slip through.
you were too far into your own pleasure to hear a set of knocks at the door, and it wasn’t until ashley’s voice sounded through your ears when you snapped your head up and your eyes went wide. “hey, are you alright in there?”
leon merely looked up at you, taking his head from your shoulder to look you in your eyes. you could see it. his plan. they had that mischievous, lust-filled glaze. you would’ve cursed him out right then and there if it hadn’t been for the fact that no one knew he was in here with you.
“helloooo? you okay?”
leon loosened his grip on your throat and nodded his head at your unsure expression, as if to silently tell you to answer her.
“y-yeah! i’m good!”
“okay, well, we can’t find leon. do you know where he is?” leon brought his thumb down to your clit and flicked over it in a rapid speed. you gasped before you could even attempt to stop it, and leon’s smirk was telling enough that he was enjoying this a lot more now that you had an increased risk of getting caught. “did he maybe tell you where he was going or something?”
you bit into your bottom lip so hard you drew blood, but you couldn’t bring yourself to give a shit.
“y’better answer her, sunshine.” leon whispered in your ear. you could hear the amusement lacing his tone.
eyes at the back of your head, hands clamping down on leon’s firm biceps, and pussy squeezing his cock like a vice, you answered ashley with all your self control that you had left (which was not a lot). “no, i-i haven’t s-seen him.”
“alright… well, come out soon. you’re missing all the fun!”
leon let out a huff of amused air at that. because he knew damn well, that the fun in question, was no where near as fun as what you two were up to in this room.
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killuintense · 8 months
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❝ just imagine... ❞
Leon S. Kennedy [RE remakes]
small appreciation of Leon and his moles !
I have noticed in the games that Leon is a man with many facial and body marks. From hair on his arms to the beard on his face. But in the remakes I have noticed the amount of beautiful moles he has.
Just imagine kissing them, one by one, adoring his body down to the smallest detail. Kissing that mole above his lip, and slowly moving down in a trail of wet kisses to that mole on his chin. His features are so strong and hard, but you love how he laughs shyly, as he is quite insecure about the marks on his skin; after every mission he seems to have more. But you make sure you adore every single one of them, and his moles are your favorite part.
Sometimes, when you're both lying down and the clothes seem to have disappeared after a long night you set out to find new ones, surprising him to see moles he didn't even know he had. "Since when did I have a mole on my arm?" he says with confusion as he laughs, after you find a naturally colored mole, so soft and unnoticeable... minus you. You've even been able to see moles in places where only you have access, and that's what drives you the most crazy. It's only yours, even in the most intimate part. Every mole on his abdomen, on his thighs, on his back —you usually see them lost in the scratches you leave him—; everything is yours.
And you loved to let him know it, and that little blush, though he hates to admit it, belongs to you in its entirety. You own the galaxy of stars in Leon Kennedy's body, worshipper of the universe in his body.
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otakuworks · 1 year
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❛ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔. angst
feat. Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader | wc. 2.1K
sum. it was always him who has to go and leave you with the cold sheets, leon didn't know what it felt like until he came home with an empty house and no signs of your warmth. he makes it to his mission to find you.
note. entirely self indulgent since I'm a sucker for this man. no leon in this fic is not as old as he was in the gif.
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Today the storm would hit. All the local news channels were talking about the immense storm that was brewing just outside the city walls. You usually prefer the tranquility it brought if it wasn't for the gloomy atmosphere in the room.
Dim lights, closed tawdry curtains and half eaten confectionery. This setting was not unfamiliar to you, in fact, you had grown accustomed to the regular loneliness that it became your best friend.
With your boyfriend far away, it wasn't hard to decipher you were in a relationship with someone who prioritize their work.
It's a bitter thought at first, but as much as you want Leon to switch job you had already adapted this type of life as his S/O. He provided your necessities in his absence, but you still worked your ass to earn your own money
But. . . such glamorous life is not as tempting as being alone in that cold home and befriending with the ghosts that haunt your nightmares.
To a stranger's standpoint they may think Leon Kennedy is a Prince Charming; he may look the part, but to you, he was just an awkward boyfriend with little to no experience when it came to romance. He was rough around the edges and a goal-orientated person, but a natural smooth flirt with you.
Maybe that's what drawn you to him. Leon is a charming and handsome man who only has raw emotions to confess. You remember how adorable he was when he fumbled his confession.
You miss the startup of your relationship; the typical hand holding, the cliche whispers of sweet nothingness, the innocent stolen glances, the often awkward conversation that led to one another.
Relationships do start like a paradise before eventually becoming a dystopian nightmare. It was fun at the start, you enjoyed the times you spent with Leon and you wouldn't trade those memories for anything, however. . . it's been so long since you've seen paradise.
It's always the dawn light basking you in its morning warm before the cold space besides your bed wakes you up to reality.
Today was no different. You wake up, take a hot bath, make breakfast, eat your breakfast, brush your teeth, go to work, make or buy lunch, go home, nap, make dinner then sleep. A repetitive cycle that still leaves you bedridden oftentimes.
You're aware of his profession. No, he didn't tell you anything and he doesn't know that you know. You were smart enough to deduce this much on what's going on with your boyfriend, that's why you understood why he had to be away for such long periods of time.
Hadn't you pieced it together, you'd doubt his loyalty to you. You badly want to confront him with the relevation you found, but he hasn't been answering your texts nor calls. So you let it be.
Until you received a short message from him;
"Hey, sweet cake. I'll be back by tomorrow morning."
You laugh bitterly. Every text he sends is neither comprised with a greeting of his arrival or his departure. Now that you think about it. One strong scroll up to your previous conversations and you'll be overwhelmed by a tons of same texts.
Thunder roared, the heavy rain began pelting down and you took it as a sign to retire to your shared bedroom.
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You slumped in the mattress with a blissful sigh, today's work was tiring as usual. Sleep was lulling you in your dreams when you heard an audible thud reverberating in the living room.
*THUD*
Bristling, a frown settled on your forehead and tried to make sense if it was a figment of your imagination due to lassitude or there's someone in the house. The latter made your heart leap and you promptly got up, out of your somnambulism.
The harsh pitter pat plus the occasional thunder outside only increases the building anxiety in your chest.
Was it Leon? It couldn't be him when he just texted me. He usually rings the bell, and that's not how our doorbell sounds.
Albeit slowly as to try not to make any noise, you peak through the small gap between the door's hinges and a shadow immediately loomed the other side.
Out of instinct, you gasped audibly and clamped your hands over your mouth, hoping whoever's outside has a poor hearing sense.
Your eyes darted in the small room to find any form of weapon you can defend yourself. If Leon works for the government, surely he must be hiding his guns somewhere in his home.
However, you weren't quick enough to deduce the possible location before the door is kicked open making you shriek in fright and hid on the other side of the bed.
You had grabbed your phone on the nightstand and began to type to your boyfriend. Hopefully he'll see it before you get killed.
This intruder is not even hiding the fact they're here. If so, they're not your simple criminal who steals at night.
"Never thought I'd hear the rookie got himself a partner in life, he can't even get a partner in his job." A gruff voice bounced off the four walls of the small room.
It's definitely not Leon and you've never met this man before.
A glinting object from the drawers of your night stand caught your undivided attention. With shaking hands, you fumble to open the drawer and nearly sigh out of relief when you came across a simple gun. You immediately snatched it and switch the safety.
Footsteps began to near your spot. "What a shame, though. I love a good hunt and you didn't even give me a proper one. You're disappointing as your boyfriend." In one swift movement, the bed you were hiding was swooped from the other corner.
Your terrified scream were drowned by the sound of the loud banging reverberating countless times in the room, the poor wooden bed easily breaking upon meeting the cold stone wall with such brutal force. The pieces clanked with a rough thud.
You coiled tightly like a spring in the corner with your almost unhinged jaws, full moon eyes, chattering teeth, drenched temples and shuddering shoulders.
In your frenzy state, you subconsciously held the gun at the man, fingers curling on the trigger. "Ah! Ah! It won't do you any good if you pull that. After all, my knives are faster than guns."
"W-Who are you?" You praised yourself for even uttering those words as you look up at the bulky man. The most noticeable feature you noticed is the scar running from left eye to the side of his lips. He's clad in what it looks like a standard military outfit.
An airy chuckle left his mouth, he bends down on your level making you recoil even further at the corner.
"Who am I? Let's ask your boyfriend after he saves you, that is, if he will come save you. Sweet dreams, Y/N L/N."
You were harshly slammed in the head before you could wonder how he knows your name or if you had the time to send Leon a parting message.
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A cold breeze morning welcomed the dying rays of the sun, the incandescent amber tones of the twilight illuminated the streets, ever so vibrant; full of life, peope, kaleidoscopic colors, children laughing. The only thing missing is you.
Leon was originally ecstatic about his somewhat safe return in your arms. He hasn't been home in literal months and saying he misses you would be an understatement of the year.
The previous mission took a while to accomplish because of unprecedented occurrences that made it impossible to finish in the given set of time.
But his ardor energy was brought down at the mention of another yet mission to accomplish. It's worse to think he can't even refuse it because it was given to him by the direct orders of the president.
What's even worse is that he has to fly to another country for this.
He was thankful enough that he gets to spend his day with you before departing to Spain. He's both physically and mentally drained to think about it. All he needs is to cuddle with you and convey about the many things he wants to talk with you.
It's the best he could do for you if he'd be away for god knows how long. He feels guilty for keeping you in his life if this is the treatment you'll receive from him.
You never asked him any questions, it's always about his health and everything, but personal questions? You never did. He knows it isn't because you're not interested, it's more like you already know.
He shakes his head at the thought. He's confident he has been discreet enough to not let anything slip on what he deals in his job.
Reaching the shared house, a sudden uneasiness crept in his back. It looks relatively normal on the outside, but Leon can't help the nagging feeling that something is not right.
He dropped his duffel bag by the door and cautiously rang the bell.
Each passing second being unresponsive was filled with anxiety.
Perhaps you're at work. With that in mind, he fished out the spare key to unlock the door. Upon turning the knob, the hinges fell apart until the whole door collapsed on the tiled floor.
On a daily scenario, Leon would've taken out his gun or knife by now knowing someone had broke in his home, where he thought you'd be the safest. You.
But he has been reduced to a state of panic that his eyes became frantic and his breathing became labor. No! No! No! NO!
The most rational thing would've been calling the cops to report this. The thing is, Leon is nowhere near rational. If any living thing crosses his path, god knows what he might do regardless if they're innocent or not.
"Y/N!" He ran straight to their bedroom. What he saw blurred his sense of reality. He can't even fathom what animal did this.
No. . . it's not a work of any animal. He's been around to all types of violence to decipher who did this. Fuck! This can't be happening.
Overwhelmed by the surge of fear, his mind alluded him under the illusion that Y/N could be hiding somewhere in the house. He searches the whole place.
Every room, even ones that don’t make sense— basement, pantry, closet, attic— are thrown open haphazardly in search of you. Each passing room turning out to be empty is taking more of his sanity.
Reality dawned him. You're gone. Taken. Captured. Possibly turned
Before he realizes it, a lone tear cascaded on his cheek.
This man was trained to be a cop, fought zombies on his first day, held his gun at any threats, obeyed any command. He's a soldier who's first instinct is to fight back when he's kicked down, who never gives up when he loses and yet. . .
He was slumped on the floor. Weakened. Hopeless.
The word 'irony' is quite befitting for him. He, who has been fighting all his life, can't even get up at the mere prospect of his S/O's disappearance.
He loves you. He fucking loves you so much it puts the word itself into shame. He didn't show it enough though.
Now that you're gone, he began to realize certain things. How lonely you must be whenever he leaves. What emotions you're feeling when he can't response to your texts. Do you think he's unfaithful? Well, he can't blame you.
He's always choosing work over you and often going behind your back to accomplish simple missions when he's supposed to be with you at night. It's considered as cheating, isn't it?
He gnawed his lip, head starting to clear but the agony stayed. No, he can't be swayed by his emotions like this. If he can accomplish the most impossible missions why can't he do the same with you?
He'll find you.
Once he does, there's nothing on Earth that'll stop him from raining hell on your captors.
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©OTAKUWORKS | 2023
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kewaizi · 4 months
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I love them smm 💖
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