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ivyppoison · 2 months

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THEY LIKE THE WAY I GRIND

pairings. cowboy!leon kennedy ⠀𝒙⠀ farmer’s granddaughter!fem!reader [ au ]

𐙚 warnings : slightly ooc leon ( bc he’s a southern boy in this fic obviously ), oblivious reader, suggestive content, derogatory language

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note. am i finally satisfied i managed to write this fic ?! yes, yes i am. this came to me in a dream so i decided to write a fic about it because why not. i have an obsession for southern boys and their silly goofy accents even tho their ancestors fought for slavery & i wouldn’t be here today :3 ── yours sincerely, maxine

The family barn was some sort of fever dream for you. You’d only visited once or twice, and every time you left, you promised yourself you wouldn’t come back to the outskirts of your grandparents' home town. However, one thing, one sole person kept you coming back.

A childhood friend, and possibly even a sweetheart who had you wrapped around his fingers ( those said fingers you wished were somewhere else ), your first kiss, your first time, the muse of your daydreams.

With his star studded boot, and dusted cowboy hat. Calloused hands and a whiskey-laced tongue.

Leon motherfucking Kennedy.

The soft, grassy and dewy smell of the countryside suffocated you as you stepped out of the farmhouse, making your way over to the barn where you could see Leon working.

You let your mind wander, your eyes flickering over his body, his bare arms flexing as he carried out his work, his blond strands falling into his face before he flicked it backwards.

Walking further towards him, you leaned against the fence with your legs crossed at the ankles, your nimble fingers playing with the rings that adorned your fingers as you waited for him to notice your presence.

A few moments passed before his blue eyes locked with yours, his gaze flickering up and down your body, lingering on the bare skin of your legs before meeting your stare once more.

“What are you doing out here all by yourself, pretty girl?” He asked, his Southern accent drawn out long, dropping the hay bale before dusting his hands and walking towards you.

“I came to see you of course,” you answered, your stomach softly fluttering at the close proximity of his body to yours. You could tell he was distracted by the clothes you decided to put on today: a pair of denim shorts and a flimsy blouse ( with a few buttons undone ).

“After thinking you abandoned me for that big city of yours, you finally came back, didn’t you darlin’?” He asked, his eyes staring you down as the corners of his lips twitched up into a smirk. “Did you come back to see your grandparents, or did you come back to see me?”

You held your bottom lip between your teeth as you searched your brain for an answer.

“I came back to surprise them, Leon,” you lied, letting out a small sigh escape your lips, as you watched him search you for the truth.

“So, you didn’t come back to see me?” He feigned disappointment, placing his hand on his chest as he placed his hand on the fence beside your head.

“Of course I did,” you whispered, your voice faltering slightly as you started dumbly at him.

The proximity of his body brought your mind into a trance rather than out as he closed the small distance between the two of you.

Leon’s eyes trailed down from yours to your lips as he leaned in slowly causing you to close your eyes. Before your lips met, however, he quickly pulled away, patting you lightly on the cheek as he watched you.

“A lot has changed since you last came,” he continued as if nothing had happened, his hands resting on his hips as he looked to the side. “I have something to show you.”

Your eyes lit up at this as your fingers played with the hem of your shorts, following him as he led you across the barn to where the horses were kept.

Leon let out a whistle, searching for a particular horse before reaching for your hand. He placed your hand on the animal, smiling as you did so.

“Guess her name,” he said, watching you with an intensive smile.

You raised your eyebrows as you thought of an answer, shaking your head once you gave up.

“Named this beauty after you,” he explained, his gaze flickering over the horse as he stroked its forehead.

Your expression turned into one of a smile as you felt extremely flattered.

“You named a horse after me?” You laughed, copying his actions.

“Gives me a reason to say your name,” he replied, “but now you’re back, I have more of a reason to say it, don’t I, pretty girl?”

“Maybe we’ll get you on her, and you can go for a ride,” he suggested, crossing his arms as he looked over at you.

“I don’t know how to ride horses, Leon,” you replied, drawing small patterns on its skin as you looked over at him.

“Why? I thought you were a natural after last time,” he replied, winking at you as you let out a sigh. “Maybe, later today, I could teach you how to ride. And I’m not talking about this darlin’ right here,” he added, whispering the last bit in your ear as he placed his thumbs in the belt holes of his jeans. “You could practise on something else.”

His eyes locked on something behind you as he started walking away.

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart. Remember my offer,” he said, facing you before turning around and leaving.

You seriously needed a drink.

For the rest of the evening, you spent it in the comfort of your bed, sipping on a beer you took from the fridge as your mind recalled every moment that happened with him.

A foreign sound brought your attention to your window, pebbles knocking at the glass, as you decided to open it and peer down.

There he was, the devil himself, still clad in his clothes from earlier, a small smile lacing his lips as he noticed your head poking through the window.

He managed to make his way up to your room, crawling through the gap in the window before making sure his hat was secured to his head.

“You came,” you hummed, a grin adorning your face as you watched him.

“I’m not going to be the only one ‘coming’ tonight,” he replied, a smug expression as he closed the gap between you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, knocking at the enclosure of your ribs, his hands holding you at your waist as he finally pressed his lips to yours.

Almost unconsciously, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head down as you deepened the kiss, a small gasp escaping your mouth as he bit lightly on your bottom lip.

Your hand trailed down to the hem of his jeans, your finger looped in his belt hole as you pulled him closer.

“Getting confident, ain’t we, sweetheart?” He asked, staring down at you before taking off his hat and placing it on your head. “You look so pretty. I bet you’d look gorgeous riding my dick like the little cowgirl you are,” he whispered, causing a rupture in your stomach as it fluttered, your cunt getting wetter as he went on, addicted to the sound of his voice.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he kneaded the skin of your hip with his thumb, caressing small circles with his thumb, his lips nipping at the crook of your neck causing you to let out a small whimper.

“Be quiet for me, darlin’. Don’t want your grandparents waking up to the sound of their precious granddaughter getting railed by their farm boy,” he added with a small chuckle, looking up to see you practically crumbling under his touch.

“Come here,” he smiled, leading you towards the bed as he laid down on his back, resting his weight on his elbow as he looked over at you whilst his free hand toyed with his belt, unbuckling it before tugging it off.

Watching him like this sent a shiver down your spine, the feeling accumulating in your stomach as you pressed your thighs together. Your fingers began to unbutton your blouse, earning a low whistle from Leon.

“Atta girl, you know exactly what to do.”

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pupcuck · 3 days

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black water - one !

ft. og4!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. cop!leon, corruption, mentions of harassment/rape/drugs, body horror, raccoon city incident never happened but there r bioweapons, suicide ideation bc leon, character death, there’s smut in later chapters i promise, public sex, creampie, hate sex, slapping, choking, gore descriptions

note. hi trying something new! i know raccoon city is in the midwest somewhere but to be frank idgaf ab the usa and know nothing about any part of it so i decided that it’s a southern state in this fic bc i wanted to make reader have the cute accent bc she’s a farmer :3 only the first chapter so like um this is honestly just more of a test to see if anyone would like this erm smut comes soon prommy.. reader implied poc but like um :3 PLEASE GIMME FEEDBACK N IGNORE MISTAKES!!

summary. there is something in the water, you want it gone before it eats more than just your livelihood.

You know pigs, so you know men.

This one has blue eyes, it is the type of blue you’d dip your toes into, you let the waves lap at your calves until it drags you under. His gaze taps a gun to the back of your head and demands full attention.

He is subjecting you to himself, and you hate it.

The glint of his blue-gold badge is nebulous in the dark. “Officer Leon S. Kennedy.” He offers you a look at his ID card - has the sort of face that lets him get away with things. “Criminal Investigations Department.”

Beside him, a dog with intelligent eyes stands sentinel. Officer Kennedy drops the leash and the dog sits back on its haunches. “Now, what’s this about pigs?”

The RPD is one great big circle jerk. Brian Iron’s doctrine is an easy one to follow, and Leon is not opposed to easy. His innards spill into the middle of it all as the lump in his throat dislodges, adding to the slurry of toxic waste that coats their blackened underbelly.

There is a horrible liminal quality to the place, footfall echoes in halls lit by jaundiced bulbs. The scent of sex is a wisp of smoke in his nose as he passes the chief’s office.

Raccoon City is a backwater bog, and to match the inhabitants are insular primitive beings who cling to antiquated ways. To be stationed here by choice was a lapse in judgement - snark is the currency of social interaction.

Leon is often taken by women.

He met this one back in Brooklyn, where he and his family lived above a Deli, an older southern lady with a gap in her teeth. Had the pleasure of crossing her path—Something about her just stuck. Led him to believe that all women round these parts had big hearts and even bigger bosoms. A place to rest his head for the night, a neck to hide his face in, blonde curls just shy of silver to tickle his skin flower-pink.

She talked all like:

Well, ain’t you just the sweetest peach I’ve ever seen! Oh, I could just eat a feller like you up, get me full as a tick.

Whatever it was that she said and meant, he liked it. And so guided by the expertise of his dick, Leon landed himself here.

There are a handful of beautiful women that Leon has seen, met, fucked.

(He weeded out the ugly ones the moment he was given access to the file room.)

The thing is, small town beautiful is different to New York pretty.

He has an ex over in Manhattan who could turn the sidewalk into a catwalk. She had Leon, a man built like a god, fumbling like a teenage girl. The last girl he fucked here was homely - she had the hushed urgency of a military wife and her monotony was sobering.

One girl he dated on and off for a year or two. She worked at a car wash and she was needy. Real needy. She missed the taste of his dick so he provided her with the scent of pussy instead. Every weekend he’d drive over and watch her clean the sex from the backseat of his cruiser just because he could.

Things are slow in this marshy cesspit, a never-ending conveyer belt of nothing much. The wind carries the scent of magnolia blossoms and sewage. It gives Leon a lot of time to think of the filth that is his underfurnished life. He lowers his head to the desk, allowing himself to fall in and out of spasms of lucidity.

Leon has done bad things, but he doesn’t qualify as a bad guy. The badge and the blue forbids it. Take Redfield for example, that guy got deployed in Penamstan. Y’know what happened there? He shot a kid or two and now he can’t get it up. He’s not a bad guy, not at all, he’s got a photo of his smiling face plastered in the lobby.

He’s a hero.

The only problem folks have with him is that heroes have nice, hard cocks and they fuck for hours. No matter his sex drive atrophied by gore splattered on the barrel of his gun, or how the studded underside of his boot caused flesh to crumple like the newspaper with his name on it—It doesn’t matter. To be built like a brick shithouse and have something soft between your legs, well, that just ain’t right, is it?

Over in Penamstan, he would say, you introduce yourself over the sound of gunfire, shake hands as the earth is split in half, kill an orphan to bond.

A good man for sure. So good his little sister went ghost.

(Leon finds her postcards in the mailroom. For Redfield’s sake, he hides them in the bottom drawer of his desk alongside all sorts of ephemera. He’s acquired quite the stash.)

Valentine is alright. She’s quiet. The moral fibre has been plucked out of her with a pair of forceps, and now she doesn’t think much about where she points her gun. They often sit in shared silence, and sometimes it is like looking in a funhouse mirror that creates a shape far slinkier than his bulk.

Chambers is too nice. Vickers is fat. Burton is old. Frost is ugly. These are all irrefutable flaws, but none of them are bad, and none of it is intentional. Not bad by Leon’s standards at least.

(The entirety of the STARS unit would be better off if they stopped kissing Captain Wesker’s flat ass, but that is like asking for sympathy from the devil.)

Man, he has too much time on his hands.

“Kennedy, you busy?” Rita knocks on his desk. The fabric of her shirt creases inwards to grasp the dip of her waist as she places a hand on her hip. She’s poised, but something about her gait is wobbly.

“Mighty busy.” He nods.

What they have is not history, but something much smaller. It is a word blotted out on a torn page from a burnt book, it is ground into powder by mortar and pestle.

It is Leon’s hand in her back pocket when nobody’s around.

“I’m sure.” She straightens her spine, eyes heavy with the weight of her lashes. “Up in Black Water, something about a dead pig.”

“They have gators,” Leon points out. He may be bored to the point of suicide, but he is not in the mood to wrangle any gators.

“I know,” she says, lifting her eyes from the ground to meet his sidelong gaze, “go check it out, she sounded real spooked, take a dog if you have to.”

She, huh.

Wonder what she looks like. He hopes she has big tits. He hopes she isn’t a cousin-fucking, peat-smelling hick.

Black Water has a lot of those.

“Took ya long enough.” Your voice skims the air like a bullet, it strikes Leon in the chest.

You are she. And you, well—You’re both the needle and the spoon.

Doused in the lantern glow, the egg-whites of your eyes are streaked by small, bloody streams, your mac is zipped up to the chin, and your rainboots are the same colour of boxed rubber duckies.

You’re no sole-crushed peach, making the ground its canvas in a pitiful splatter, you’re a tart cherry that he would like to pick, melt into a glaze and store in a jar.

“Oh, we’re mighty busy.” Leon wipes Rita’s wet from his fingers on the front of his tailored pants, it’s gotten sticky like pomade. He thinks of her tailbone digging into the flesh of his stomach as he sits her on his lap.

“I bet.” You raise your brows. “How many lines did’ja do?”

Leon leans forward to watch your face with unblinking eyes. “Don’t say that too loud, Wesker’s gonna get worried, y’know, start digging through his stash.”

“Hah.” Your laugh is hidden into the collar of your mac. “He seems like the type.”

“You met him before?” An unpleasant squelch is heard when he steps where you do, it seems deliberate for a moment, that you’re avoiding a well-trodden path to give him a hard time. He stumbles forward in the dark—His shoes are fucked, and these socks deserve a funeral service.

“Think we all have.” Your body is lost in the shapelessness of your attire, clothes draped over your frame like you are more hanger than human. Effortless femininity lost to androgyny. “You’re not from these parts.”

“You don’t look like you’re from these parts, pumpkin pie,” he mocks your twang and is met with a tut.

You stop and Leon bumps into you with a grunt.

He shines his torch at the ground and isn’t quite sure of what he’s looking at. “That’s a pig alright.”

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d10nyx · 21 days

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resident evil bot drop // character.ai

ft. leon kennedy and carlos oliveira (requests in italics)

cw: kidnapping, ddlg, obsessive behaviour, potential non-con(kidnapper leon, obsessed bsf's dad leon)

bot one: fae prince leon capturing a human princess

If there was one thing your father had always made abundantly clear to you, it was to make sure you stay away from the forest. Just because it was a neutral zone by name did not mean the fae could not lure you towards their territory. They were a cunning and powerful people - you'd stand no chance.

You'd wished you'd listened to him now. Your trip to the forest was meant to be some innocent fun. You'd always enjoyed exploration. The last thing you remember before blacking out was an overwhelming sense of tiredness that tended to appear out of nowhere before you were lifted into strong arms.

When you came to, you felt yourself surrounded by warmth. You opened your eyes, taking in the sight of an unfamiliar bedroom. Next to you was a man - no, his ears were pointed. A fae. Suddenly, fear takes ahold of your senses, leaving you frozen as you stare at him. Without even turning to look at you, he speaks up. "Haven't you been told staring is rather rude, princess?"

bot two: best friend's dad!leon likes you a little too much

Leon isn't sure when exactly his obsession developed. His daughter, Sherry, bought you home one day when she was off college - saying you were her dorm mate and new best friend. You were cute, sure, but he hadn't thought much of his initial attraction.

That was until you kept coming over. You were so sweet, this innocent aura surrounding you that was so rare to find in his life with his line of work. He tried to suppress the feeling, to bury it deep inside of him and ignore it like he did with everything else...

He couldn't help himself. His obsession felt like an itch, one he couldn't scratch without getting close to you. He started small, taking an item of clothing or two when you were staying over, something small you would think you'd misplaced. It escalated quickly to him watching you around his house, peeking through doors when you were changing.

It's getting to the point he recognises the way your perfume smells subconsciously, noticing the second you step into the kitchen with him without looking as his nose picks up your scent. He takes in a deep breath to calm himself before turning around, offering you a weak smile. "You couldn't sleep, sweetheart?"

bot three: ddlg with kidnapper!leon

“You have a good day, sweetheart? You do any coloring in those cute little books I got you?” Leon asks as he approaches you after work. His hands come up to your cheeks, gently stroking his thumbs back and forth across your cheekbones. You shake your head, gritting your teeth to stop yourself from saying something.

“No? Why not, baby? You don't like them? I got the one with lots of kitties. Pretty girls like you like cute things, don't they?” He coos, squishing your cheeks in his hands to make your lips all pouty so he can lean down and give them a little kiss, letting out a loud ‘mwah’ as soon as his lips make contact.

“You eat at least? I left some food in a lunchbox for you.” You shake your head again, and this time it seems to elicit a worse reaction. His brows furrow, and his hand grips your face even tighter. “No? Silly baby… can't do anything without daddy, can you? Come on. Daddy'll feed you, cutie.”

bot four: farmer!leon x chubby bunny!user

When Leon bought you, you were fully intended to be for his farm. You seemed sociable enough, so he had no worries about you getting on with the other bunny hybrids when he brought you back.

He hadn't expected that he'd be the issue. He found himself visiting you every day, drawn to your personality and pretty face. You were just so cute - all soft and round, your floppy ears always framing your face. It was always hard for him not to reach out and stroke them.

He really couldn't help himself. He hadn't had time to look for a partner with how much time he spends on the farm, and you seemed like you'd be the perfect little thing to cure his loneliness. So, one day when he's done with the work needed on the farm, he leads you into his home.

"C'mon, darlin'." He coos, his hand looped with yours as he leads you to the living room, a small smile on his face. He sits you down on the couch, rubbing behind one of your ears to soothe your nerves. "You're gonna be stayin' here with me, alright?"

bot five: leon's new therapy dog hybrid

Every mission weighs on Leon more than the last. He hasn't been the same since Raccon City, and every year seems to put more strain on him than the last.

He's getting older now. His line of work has never given him the opportunity to settle down and start a family - not that any girl would want a guy who drunk himself half to death so he could pass out every night and avoid the nightmares.

The last thing he expected his government given therapist to prescribe him with his government given paycheck was you. A cute, puppy hybrid to help him adapt to his retirement. An emotional support dog in a way. You seemed sweet, but he wasn't exactly sure how you were supposed to help him. At the very least, it was nice not to be alone all the time.

He sets up a little corner for you in the living room for now. He didn't have the energy to clear out the spare room, and he doubted you'd mind. He got you lots of toys, a comfy bed. Hopefully, everything you needed to be happy.

"Alright. C'mere, pup. This alright for ya?" He asks, gesturing you over towards him.

bot six: vendetta!leon with bimbo!user

Leon got used to knowing the bottom of the bottle more than what it was like to have friends or someone to come home to. His attempts at flirting tended to leave him either embarrassed or with a smack across the face, so he'd given up trying. Some people were cut out to be alone, and he was looking to be one of them.

When you approached him at the bar, you were seriously hot. There wasn't much going on upstairs, but he didn't exactly expect to keep you around for long enough to have a conversation, anyway. Just someone to keep his bed warm for the night, and he'd never see you again.

Fate has a funny way of doing things, because he became completely enamoured with you. He was the definition of whipped, his eyes practically heart shaped when he looks at you. He loved watching you get ready(although the man really never thought it was possible to own that many pink clothes) and he was quick to dish out money whenever you needed your acrylics or eyelash extensions done.

You were a pain sometimes, but he was happy you were his girlfriend. He wouldn't want anyone else to come home to after a tough mission or long day at work - even if you left your makeup scattered on his bathroom counter and took up most of the space in his wardrobe.

"Angel," he says with a sigh, moving to sit next to you on the sofa. His arm drapes itself loosely around your shoulders, his eyes scanning your face. He lets out a huff of air, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. "Baby... I'm so tired."

bot seven: mafia husband!leon wants a baby

Leon has never enjoyed lying to you, no matter how necessary it was. His heart aches, knowing he has to lie about where he is every day, to keep his life entirely secret from you. But he needs you to be safe, he doesn't want you to spend your days worrying about whether he'll make it home alive or not - he couldn't imagine putting you through that kind of stress.

He makes sure he knows you're safe at all times. Only the most trusted of his men are permitted to take care of you. He has them watching your every move, making sure they're as close to you as they can be without alerting you of their presence. He has enemies, and he would not like to think what would happen if they tried to get to him by harming you.

As always, before he returns home after a long day, he scrubs the blood from his skin. Changes his shirt to make sure there isn't a stain he hasn't seen yet. He can't bring you into his life, no matter what. You were too sweet, too pure for the world. He couldn't imagine how you'd look at him if you knew...

He sighs in relief once he sees the door to the home, his body relaxing as he pushes it open and notices nothing is out of place. You're safe. Something in Leon always changes when he sees your face. The hard lines of his face fade, his gaze softening as he walks through the door and sees you curled up on the couch in one of his shirts. You look so beautiful that he feels his heart swell. He can't help but imagine how beautiful you'd look as a mother, a thought that'd been playing constantly in mind recently.

He dips his head down as he reaches the back of the couch, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck as his large hands come to rest on your shoulders. "Ciao, mia cara. You look beautiful today."

bot eight: hybrid owner carlos

You'd only been living with Carlos for a few weeks and he was already entirely smitten with you. He'd already bought you more than a few collars in your favourite colour. You had your own room filled with more toys than you'd ever seen before in your life coupled with your own bed, but he still let you curl up with him every night.

It didn't matter what you wanted - it was yours. You didn't even need to ask. If your eyes so much as lingered on something for more than five seconds, he'd already bought you ten of them.

He's always so excited to come home to you. Honestly, he's probably more excited to see you than you are to see him. As he walks through the door to his apartment and spots you, a huge grin overtakes his face. He kneels down, opening his arms wide for a hug. "C'mere, pretty girl. Gimme some love."

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lipglossanon · 2 months

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Guess Who?

Puppy!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (Valentine’s One Shot)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, hybrid au, Leon POV, soft boy Leon 🥺, slight dirty talk, kissing, unprotected sex, creampie, knotting, slight breeding kink

Barely looked over ✌️ lol

title from Guess Who? by BB King

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!! 💜 this is me dropping a card in your decorated box to say I think you’re cute 😘

He notices all the sweet smelling candies and flowers on your last trip to the grocery store, but it didn’t really click that it was for the holiday coming up until your friend dropped off a silly card.

Resting his head over your shoulder, he reads whatever made you laugh hard enough to draw his attention. You hum and reach back to scratch him behind the ears.

“What’s that?” He asks, pressing against you more firmly as his tail wags.

“Ah, just a silly Valentine from Claire. She’ll be out with Rebecca and Jill later and stopped by to invite me along,” you move your hand to tuck the cardstock back into its envelope.

“Oh,” he steps away, tail pausing mid-wag as he realizes he didn’t even get you anything and you’re going out!?

Turning, you give him an easy smile, “Don’t worry, I told her I already had plans. We’re going to watch movies tonight, right?”

He grins and wraps you up in a hug, “Uh huh. And you promised popcorn.”

Laughing, you ruffle his ears before cutting yourself off with a swear.

“Dammit, that’s what I forgot to get,” you sigh and rub the bridge of your nose, “let me run to the store and grab some and when I get back we’ll cuddle on the couch.”

Leon nods quickly and follows on your heels as you walk to the entryway and slip on your shoes. You give him a quick kiss on the cheek before closing the front door and locking it. As soon as the lock clicks, Leon takes off to his room. He digs through his wardrobe and under the bed before completely demolishing his closet.

Although he may have not gotten you something for Valentine’s per se, he did have something he’d been meaning to give you but always slips his mind. He found a pretty lavender bracelet that reminded him of you during one of the last farmer’s market expedition ( he knows it’s mainly an excursion in socializing him with strangers, but that’s neither here nor there).

It’s cute and he thinks you’ll like it. Plus, he attached the very first tag you ever gave him onto it as well (just seeing his name engraved in simple cursive makes his tail wag). Spinning in place, he turns back to look over his destroyed room. Ignoring the complete mess he’s made, he roots around until he finds a piece of crumpled paper and a couple of pens. His ear cocks back and he turns his head to listen— the crunch of gravel signals your car pulling back up the house.

Now on borrowed time, Leon turns the paper longways so he can quickly write out his message and encircle it with a heart. Tossing the pens into the mess on top of his dresser, he grabs the bracelet and beelines it straight to the kitchen. It’ll be the first place you head into after entering the house; making sure to set out the paper where you’ll see it, he sets the bracelet on top. Then, he ducks back around the doorframe on the opposite end so you won’t see him.

“Leon!” You call out as you open the front door.

He makes himself stay put as you call for him again before shutting the front door. Listening with rapt attention, he holds his breath as you walk into the kitchen, setting the popcorn down as you notice his note. He watches as your fingers graze the paper, a big smile spreading across your face. Picking up the bracelet you slide it on your wrist and twist it back and forth to admire it before turning back to the paper.

“You like it?” His voice comes out small as you jump and turn to face him.

“I love it, Leon. You’re such a sweet boy,” you coo, holding out your arms for a hug.

He chuffs happily and wraps you up into a bear hug, smothering your laugh into his chest. His rough tongue licks across your ear and jaw before he finally finds your smiling lips, kissing you messily while your hands grip onto his shoulders. Before he lets himself get carried away, he pulls back, dropping one last kiss on your cheek.

“You wanna start the movie while I get the snacks ready?” You murmur, hands lightly petting the nape of his neck and making him shiver.

He stiffens against your thigh, cock filling out as his eyes dilate.

“Miss owner,” he whines softly and you laugh.

“Go on, we’ll snuggle up on the couch,” you kiss the vampire bite of freckles on his neck and pull away from his body heat.

With a dazed pout, he makes his way back into the living room and dramatically collapses onto the couch. Even if you’re not there to see it, it’s the principle of the matter. After a few minutes, he smells a buttery aroma at the same time his ears pick up the sound of kernels popping. It’s not too long before you walk into the living room carrying drinks and a big bowl of popcorn.

He helps you set the drinks down as you sit next to him. Once settled in, you flip through your watchlist and settle on a romcom you’ve been promising to watch with Leon since last week. He watches you out of the corner of his eye while he picks at the salty snack you’re holding in your lap. Halfway through the movie, you shift the empty bowl onto the coffee table and pause the movie to go wash your hands.

Leon stretches his legs out until they’re tucked under the table, slumping into the couch cushions lazily as he waits for you. Coming back into the room, you smile at his relaxed demeanor and sit back down next to him.

You curl up into his side, head resting against his neck as one hand pets his ears slowly. His tail half wraps around your waist and shifts when you sigh against his skin. Your lips drop soft kisses up to his jaw and he tilts his head to meet the next one with a groan. He loves licking into your mouth; it feels so dirty and good. You moan against the muscle as he runs it across your gums and tongue.

“Miss owner, please,” he pants out while you kiss back down his neck.

“C’mon be a good boy and just watch the movie,” you tease, nipping at his jawline, “you’ve been bugging me to put it on for ages.”

He huffs, head lolling against the back of the couch as you press closer into his side, one hand delving under his shirt to tease across his nipples. Leon rocks his hips, cock tenting the joggers obscenely as your fingers feather over his sensitive buds. You pinch one gently and he groans, precum blurting from his tip and wetting his sweats.

“So cute,” you nuzzle his collar bone, “wanna pull it out for me?”

“Yess,” he hisses under his breath, hands fumbling with the band until he’s able to push the loungewear down to pool at his calves.

He hears you inhale as his dick bobs, flushed and thick, dripping precum all down his shaft.

“Please, touch me,” he whispers against your temple, eyes fluttering shut when he feels your hand grip him softly.

“S’good,” his tail thumps as your hand slowly strokes his dick from tip to base and back up, squeezing the head in your fist.

Letting go, he whines and paws at your hips as you stand up. You shush him as you shuffle your own sweats and underwear off before straddling him. Sandwiching his cock against your cunt, the fat tip parts your slit until his cock notches against your drippy hole. His hands grip the fat of your ass as you sink down inch by torturous inch until you’re fully seated in his lap, dick being squeezed by your pussy walls.

“Miss owner, s’all wet ‘n soft inside,” Leon bares his teeth before whining as you tug on his ears, “pussy’s so good, so perfect.”

“Leon,” you gasp, knees digging into the couch next to him as you raise up to drop back down, letting gravity drive his cock up into your soaked cunt.

“Such a good boy,” your voice drips like honey from your lips and his hips rock up, humping your pussy as pleasure shoots through his body.

“Yeah?” A high reedy moan sticks in his throat, “I’m a good boy?”

“Oh the best, Leon, the best boy,” you gasp, eyes drooping when his cock grinds against the front of your cunt, rubbing across the spongy spot that makes you clamp down on him tighter.

“So sweet,” you lean forward, arms bracing your body on the back of the couch, “so sweet to me, w’nna show you much I appreciate it.”

He grunts, the new angle letting him thrust up harder into your pussy, the loud wet sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of your cunt echoing in your living room.

“My sweet pup,” you murmur against his lips and he can’t take anymore.

Leon yanks you close and stands up to splay you out, back pressed down on the couch, with him buried between your thighs. His hips rabbit against yours, pelvis smacking your clit making you squeal and claw at his chest. With a huff, his rough tongue rasps across your panting mouth, tongue delving between your lips. You moan as spit fills your mouth while Leon fucks your cunt rough and deep.

“Gonna cum, Leon,” you finally pull your head back enough to moan.

“Already?” He bites your bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth before letting go with a pop.

“Want my knot, pretty owner? Want me to give you my pups?”

You thrash underneath him, pussy clenching and pulsing around his cock at his words.

“Please, Leon,” you wrap your legs around his waist, “knot me, wanna feel my good boy fill me up.”

“Fuck,” he growls, chest rumbling with the sound.

He reaches between you and thumbs across your clit in slow firm circles. His dick feels like it’s in a vice as you bear down on him, back bowing with pleasure.

“Leon, oh god,” you choke out a loud cry and press your head into the couch cushions, tears beading your waterline.

He watches you fall apart while feeling your pussy squeeze and milk his cock, pressing himself deep until his knot sinks inside and locks him into your spasming hole.

“So good little owner,” he sighs happily, tail wagging behind him while he pumps your tight cunt with load after load of sticky cum.

You giggle, high on endorphins, and run your hands through his hair, eyes tracking his bracelet, “I love the gift, Leon.”

“Mmm, happy you do,” he kisses you on the cheek, nose snuffling against your skin, “Happy Valentine’s.”

“Happy Valentine’s, Leon.”

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lex-the-flex · 1 year

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hihihi sophie!!! i hope ur well!!🫶🏻 i saw requests were open and i wanted to shoot u the idea thats been hangin in my head for a few days. its an angsty one i hope thats okay🫡 6Leon gets called out on a mission, not knowing that his shared apartment with his partner had somehow been tracked and found by his target. when he arrives home from what he thought was a failed mission, having been unable to locate his target, he finds his partner in extremely rough shape on the floor after being interrogated by his target for info on Leons mission and whereabouts.

One Last Night

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Word Count: 859

Warning(s): HEAVY ANGST, descriptions of injuries, action and violence, slight cursing, mentions of mission failure, mentions of nudity, MEGA FLUFF, reassurance, and lots of tlc.

A/N: It’s about time I get to my inbox after so long! Thank you for requesting my love and I hope you enjoy!

The bright purple neon lights slowly poured in from the aftermath of the flash grenade’s intensity. Regaining his bearings, Leon suddenly remembered where he was: downtown Ontario, and the street was completely torn apart. Staggering from his place on the cobblestone street, the smoke began to clear – along with the target.

Ada Wong.

Only it didn’t seem like her. It couldn’t have been her. Ada never wore blue, but people become desperate on the run.

****

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as Leon finally made it back to the shared private apartment that you and him call home. Checking the tiny mailbox, he fetched a few envelopes and a small package wrapped in paper before thanking the doorman. Adjusting his bags strap around his shoulder, Leon practically bolted for the elevator, wanting nothing more than to take a shower and to fall asleep in your arms.

Walking down the long hallway to your front door, Leon’s cellphone buzzed in his back pocket, alerting him of the time. 2:46 A.M. It was a Thursday, so Leon knew you’d be in bed as you had Friday’s off. Silently smirking to himself, a feeling of relief started to wash over his exhausted frame, but that was quickly taken away by the sight of a light beaming from underneath the back front door.

Silently pressing the keys into the lock, Leon slowly turned the piece of metal against the doorknob, and hesitantly opened the door. Coming face to face with an empty medium sized kitchen, he carefully put down his duffel bag by the counter, and reached for his trusty Matilda hidden in a secret cabinet.

Leaning towards the the brick wall that separated the kitchen from the large living room, one of the various vases shattered against the floor, breaking into multiple pieces. Hearing you scream, Leon bolted into action, and announced himself from his hiding spot. Within seconds he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing: you were on the floor, clutching your stomach, and bleeding from your nose.

Jabbing a taser into your side, Leon’s very target, the woman he was assigned to track down from his “failed” mission had infiltrated your home.

“Stop!” He ordered, stepping forward to Wong in blue.

“Leon, no don’t…! Don’t come any closer!” You warned, extending your hand to him.

Stopping in his tracks, Ada straightened from her towering form over you, and gazed at Leon with her black locks covering her barely sweaty face.

“Hmm, I take it that mission didn’t go well, Leon? Poor boy.” She mocked the man before you.

“How do you know about that?” Leon questioned, and his grip only tightened around his pistol.

“You really want to know? I thought I’d ask your lovey-dovey partner while she was out at the farmer’s market. It’s a shame, Y/N is really good at keeping secrets. Too bad her ribs are too bruised from being tased for two whole hours.” Ada explained, twirling the plastic device in her hands.

Writhing on the floor, you quietly reached for a spare butterfly knife tucked in your jeans, and Leon caught on once he realized this wasn’t the real Ada.

“Well, what can I say: as much as our relationship has been a thrilling chase, I’m happy with the lady I’ve got.” Leon declared, dodging the path of your blade.

Grazing the assassin in the shoulder, she winced in pain before zipping out the open window within seconds. Rushing to your side, Leon wrapped his leather jacket around your cold frame, and refused to leave your side.

****

5:21 A.M.

The police finally left the studio apartment after two hours of their seemingly useless questioning. Crossing the doorway into your shared bedroom, you were sitting in the edge of the bed, carefully tending to the bruises on your ribcage.

“You alright?” Leon asked, squatting to his knees, wanting to get a closer look.

“Just another day in the office.” You replied with a half smile.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve been here for you, Y/N. I knew I shouldn’t have gone to Ontario.” He apologized, hesitantly touching your black and blue skin.

Taking his face in your hands, you cupped Leon’s cheeks in between your palms, allowing his worried blue eyes to meet yours.

“Leon, I’m okay. I promise. This is nothing a heat pad and painkillers won’t fix. I’m sorry about your mission.” You replied, reassuring him with your gentle touch.

“Okay…” He said with an understanding nod.

Rubbing your shoulder, he stood from his spot on the floor.

“Why don’t I make us some tea, and you get in a nice warm bath? It’ll make you feel better.” He advised, shrugging off his leather jacket.

****

Slipping out of his set of dirty jeans, Leon carefully stepped over the edge of the clawfoot tub, careful not to sting your skin. Sitting behind you, he extended his legs around you, and pulled you into his chest.

Surrendering yourself to the warm water, a deep sigh escaped your chest, and Leon wrapped his muscular arms around your body, finally enjoying a moment of comfort after one last night of pure chaos.

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yoomiix · 7 months

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gn!reader x cowboy leon kennedy

☆ this is purely a self indulgent blurb that came to my mind at 3am. I need a cowboy in my life PLEASE.

you had been new to the small town when you met him. Before your big move your friends had all complained about how jealous they were now that you’d be in ‘hot cowboy country’ as they liked to call it, swooning about their own fantasies of some charming lone rider sweeping them off their feet, but you’d never expected to end up being the one to live out that fantasy. yet now here you were sitting on top of a horse named Red that was owned by the very charming cowboy named Leon Kennedy.

after you both had met at the small farmers market in town where you’d bought a few things he’d been selling, he’d invited you over to give you a tour of his property and had somehow roped you into going on a small trail ride. he walked next to you and the horse, holding its halter to keep you from accidentally steering off the path. “you doing alright up there?” he asked with a grin. you nodded, giving the horse a gentle pat on the neck. “yeah, i can see how you do this everyday. this is nice.”

“im starting to think i might be deserving of hat now that i’ve mastered the art of being a cowboy.” you teased with a mischievous grin as you slightly leaned down in the saddle and snatched the hat from his head. “how do i look?”. he laughed trying to snatch the hat back off of your head but you tilted back enough to keep him from reaching it. “c’mon now, gimme my hat back darlin.” he chuckled.

you continued to hold the hat out of reach as you shook your head. “nope, you gotta pay a price if you want it back.” you smirked. “yeah? and what kinda price is that gonna cost me?” he halted the horse to a stop to lean against him and he rested his hand on your thigh. it was a subconscious gesture, but it was one that sent a spark of electricity through your body, and what ended up being the deciding factor on what you’d make that price.

“a kiss.” you say with a grin, keeping a hand atop your head so the hat wouldn’t come off. “fine” he says, playing along, he keeps his hand on your thigh to keep you steady in the saddle as you lean down. the kiss was quick but gentle and sweet all at the same time. when you pull away your faces are still inches apart, you can still feel his breath tickle your lips. “now, may i please have my hat back now?” he asks with a hint of a smirk. you nod pressing one last quick peck to his lips before securing the hat back onto his head. “here you go cowboy.”

a soft chuckle escaped him when you placed the hat back on his head. “thank you doll.” he straightens the brim of the hat as you begin to walk again. a soft smile spreads across his face as he takes a glance at you shaking his head in disbelief. “what am i gonna do with you? you’re trouble, that’s what you are.”

you shrug your shoulders in response. “i don’t know i’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

#leon kennedy #x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fanfic #cowboy #cowboy leon kennedy

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shadesoflsk · 5 months

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MASTERLIST !!

⸺ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ! SERIES !!

MILLION DOLLAR BLOODLINE ⎯⎯ vampire/detective Leon x fem/detective reader

In the middle of the glamorous and alluring 80s decade, a new case of crimes has started to alarm Raccoon City’s citizens. Politicians and cold-blooded people are stabbing each other in their backs, forgetting about alliances or even morals. As a young detective tries to unravel the deep and hidden secrets in the city of freedom, no villain is safe. Meanwhile, a mysterious leaker and traitor is on the loose, working in the shadows to bring down those who drained innocent people of their lives and money.

⸺ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ! FICS !!

LOVE, OR THE LACK THEREOF ⎯⎯ vendetta leon x gn reader. (angst)

Leon and you have been divorced for a year now. It’s been one hell of a year between his missions and his new lover: alcohol. He thinks he’s doing just fine, after all you’re the one who’s missing out — or so he thinks. It’s until he has fallen ill that he realizes how lonely he is.

WILL YOU BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS? ⎯⎯ vendetta leon x gn reader (full angst)

It's going to be Leon's first Christmas without you. He promised you he would get over your death. But how is he planning to do it if the ghost of you keeps haunting him?

BLANCA NAVIDAD ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x fem reader (fluff)

Leon never liked Christmas. Memories of him being taken away from his parents and countless missions made him a bitter man. However, he wouldn't have guessed that one day, he would be placing Christmas stockings with a wife and a little bundle of joy next to him.

LOVE YOU, SANTA! ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x fem reader (smut, fluff)

You were feeling a little bit depressed since this was your first Christmas away from your family. Thank God your best friend was there to comfort you.

RETROSPECTION & OUTCOME ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x afab reader (angst, smut, fluff)

The journey of healing is not an easy one. Obstacles and doubts filled the path Leon decided to take. However, the agent had planted the seed of self improvement and with your help, a strong and resilent tree will grow.

LULLABY FOR A BROKEN HEART⎯⎯ leon kennedy x gn reader (hurt/comfort, fluff, a bit of angst)

After a mission, Leon musters up the courage to ask for one thing he's always wanted.

YOUR? OUR MARGARET⎯⎯ leon kennedy x single mom reader (fluff)

Life slowed down when Leon first saw those tiny rays of sunlight. But he didn't think he would fall in love with the whole sun. Or: Leon falls in love with a single mother.

MOONTALK ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x gn reader (bit of angst, fluff, smut)

After retiring, Leon often has nightmares about his past. Talking under the moon's gaze seems to help.

THE OLD WAY ⎯⎯ farmer leon kennedy x fem reader (smut)

Living at a farm and being married surely has it perks. However, Leon can't help but think something is missing.

⸺ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ! HEADCANONS !!

OLDER LEON HEADCANONS ⎯⎯ older leon x gn reader (fluff)

EVERY STEP YOU TAKE ⎯⎯ re4 leon x gn reader

SfW HEADCANONS ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x gn reader

HIS MINI WORLD ⎯⎯ dad leon x fem reader

⸺ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ! DRABBLES !!

A GLIMPSE IN LEON'S LIFE ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x gn reader (fluff)

DON'T SLIP, LEON ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x gn reader (fluff)

FOR MORE YEARS TO COME ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x gn reader (fluff)

#ruby's masterlist #masterlist

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skulkerdevils · 1 year

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I got an idea for a bad ending A.U for resident evil 4... It's going to get dark real quickly, so strap in...

In this bad ending AU for Resident Evil 4, Albert Wesker kidnaps Ashley Graham and forces her to bear his child, a son named Jake. Wesker intends to use Jake's unique genetic makeup to create a new breed of super-soldier, one that he can use to achieve his ultimate goal of global domination.

Ashley is horrified by Wesker's plans and the fact that she is now a prisoner, forced to raise a child under the control of an evil mastermind. She tries to escape but is always foiled by Wesker's highly trained security team.

As Jake grows older, he becomes aware of his father's true intentions and begins to rebel against him. With Ashley's help, he eventually escapes Wesker's clutches and sets out to stop his father from carrying out his plans for world domination.

Jake discovers that he possesses incredible physical abilities, including enhanced strength, speed, and agility, which he uses to battle Wesker and his forces. In a final showdown, Jake confronts Wesker and is able to defeat him in a brutal fight to the death.

With Wesker gone, Jake is hailed as a hero and is able to use his abilities to help rebuild the world in the aftermath of the Las Plagas/ Uroboros outbreak. However, he is haunted by the memories of his childhood and the fact that he was forced to grow up under the shadow of his evil father. Ashley, too, is left to grapple with the trauma of her captivity and the fact that she was forced to mother a child under such terrible circumstances.

Leon Scott Kennedy failed his mission... Lost an arm and an eye, and now lives a rural life amongst the farmers... But Jake stirred him up... And now he's fighting for his life and against the Las Plagas parasite inside him that lies dormant.

Chris Redfield has been captured and both tortured and forced to train and "break" Jake... He'll never forgive himself for what he was forced to do.

Ada Wong searches for the cure for the Las Plagas... Just to help Leon through the hell he's been through... But got captured by Wesker's Security Team and was subjected to experimentation and turned into the first female bioweapon.

Wesker took over the world successfully, ruling with an iron fist, he enjoys for ing Ashley to "love" him. He sought to build an army of super soldiers... Forcing her into a life she didn't want.

Any one else of importance was executed in public for treason against Albert Wesker's rule.

Basic Description of Jake (Graham) Wesker:

Height: 5 foot 11 inches

Weight: 150 pounds 12 ounces

Hair color: born blonde but dyed it black as a way to rebel against his father's ideology

Clothing style: Black hooded baggy trenchcoat wore open, military green tee-shirt, police standard bulletproof vest, black carpenter pants, police standard gun belt, grey leather gloves, standard issue military boots (these get switched out with standard sneakers later on in the story,) chains hanging from belt.

Jake has a mutated parasite that was originally a version of the Las Plagas... But the Uroboros parasite caused a mutation within it... Creating a whole new parasite that has its own sentience and somewhat personality.

Parasite Codename: Cerberus

Parasite description: takes the form of a semi amorphous blood like liquid, usually a three headed wolf-like creature that leaks from his left wrist... It is canonically considered his parasitic twin... But Jake treats it more like a pet (if you would consider having a ravenous monster a pet,) it constantly sends impulses to his brain, causing him to ravenge, causing several casualties.

The beginning of this au would start with him coming down from one of these episodes of brutal violence... Being hugged by Ashley, who sacrificed a leg to calm down the hungry parasite.

(possible) gameplay loop:

You'd start out like a normal Resident Evil gameplay... But in the middle of the first boss fight, you'd (Jake) will start hearing a voice in his head telling him to feast... You'd then start playing as a parasite mutated version of him... Having three heads, eating to the boss (could be a bioweapon gone rouge.)

You'd spend the next hour of gameplay gathering information on your dad's (Albert Wesker's) plans... Sabotaging it.

You'd get into a fight with security, where Ashley distracts them by falling over, faking a seizure.

The last two to three hours would be spent outside of the complex Wesker had you and Ashley trapped in, meeting Leon Kennedy, Ada Wong and another original female character, who you instantly (you as in Jake) develop a crush on.

You'd have to make a decision between helping Leon save himself from the Las Plagas parasite, or kill him.

You'll find Chris Redfield holding a gun to his head and have the decision between telling him you forgive him and stopping him from killing himself, or let him do so.

You'll have to choose between bringing back Ada Wong from the brink of predatory insanity, or let her loose in the world as an insane killer bioweapon.

If you choose to save them all, they'll be by your side at the beginning of the fight...

Leon Kennedy with his pitchfork, wielding it like a spear.

Chris Redfield would have an assault rifle.

Ada Wong with her bare hands.

At the end of the boss fight with Albert Wesker, you can either give in to the parasite within... Initiating the "total bad ending," and becoming nothing more than a monster that rules over the world like your dad, or only cripple him permanently, forcing him to live in suffering and misery for the rest of his life, initiating the good ending.

In the good ending, you'll cripple him, leaving him to suffer, walking out of the room, meeting back up with Ashley, who hugs you tightly and thanks you for saving her and the world... While also making a quip about you being an emo boy.

In the bad ending, you'll walk out of the room, the Cerberus parasite holding Albert Wesker's head in one of its mouths, before crushing it... Ashley Graham will see this and be repulsed, believing that you are a monster yourself, causing you (Jake) to lose all hope in himself, letting the parasite eat her... You then take Wesker's place as the planet's ruler.

Final boss fight important details:

You soon get strong enough to fight Albert Wesker himself... Who initiates the fight by paralyzing Jake's crush.

You'll be unarmed, no weapons... So neither will he.

Wesker will constantly call you a mistake and a failure, insulting you the entire time.

(A/N: I know people are so going to hate me... But I have to be honest... The idea of the perfectionists own "perfect" child killing them to save the day is incredibly appealing to me.)

#re4 au #albert wesker #ashley graham #bad ending #re oc #resident evil #re4 #let me have this #resident evil au #trauma #dark and gritty

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madmanwonder · 11 months

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My Mood

AU(S): Fusion AU: Fusion Crossover AU + AU Fusion: Cyberpunk AU + Celebrity AU: Agent AU, Crossover AU: Star Wars AU, Law and Crime AU - Criminal AU: Mafia AU + Fugitive AU, Alien AU, Apocalypse AU: Zombie Apocalypse AU, Farmer AU, Celebrity AU: Agent AU/Fashion/Fashion Designer AU, Horror AU: Werewolf AU, Cyberpunk AU

General Moods: Shipping, Ask Only, No Prompts, Kill or Spare Meme

Muses: Bold Mean Main Muse

Male: Issei Hyoudou, Kenpachi Zaraki, Gray Fullbuster, Leon S Kennedy, M!Commander Shepard, Franken Stein, Harry James Potter, Max Tennyson, M!V

Female: Star Wars, Mass Effect, Street Fighters, Highschool DxD, One Piece, Legend of Zelda, Bleach, Fate Series, Resident Evil

Meme:

#my moods #my mood right now

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rj0186 · 10 months

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Hello there! Welcome to the circus I call my Tumblr account where I mostly post Aesthetic Collages of my favorite characters!

Here is a masterlist of all the Aesthetic Collages I've done/ones I hope to do in the future.

The list isn't complete and will be added too!

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Henry Stein

Demon!Henry Stein

Sammy Lawrence

Norman Polk

Wally Franks

Joey Drew

Allison Pendle

Susie Campbell

Shawn Flynn

Bendy

Boris

Audrey Drew

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Hawkeye

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Netflix!Daredevil

Ultimate Spider-Man

Spider-Man

Iron Fist

Nova

White Tiger

Power Man

The Lizard

My Hero Academia

Shota Aizawa

Tamaki Amajiki

Present Mic

All Might

Izuku Midoriya

Tenya Iida

Fatgum

Hitoshi Shinsou

Sir Nighteye

Twice

Kurogiri

Shoto Todoroki

Ninjago

Kai

Jay

Zane

Cole

Lloyd

Nya

Sensei Wu

Sensei Garmadon

Pixel

Undertale

Papyrus

Sans

Frisk

Star Trek (TOS)

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

MCU (Markiplier Connected Universe)

Damien

Actor!Mark

Wilford Warfstache

Abe

Celine

The D.A.

Yancy

Heist!Mark

Engineer!Mark

Engineer!Mark 2

The Captain

Darkiplier

Unus

Annus

Unus & Annus

A Heist With Markiplier (canon ending)

Red Robin

Red Hood

Robin (Damien Wayne)

Batman

Young Justice:

Robin (Dick Grayson)

Wally West

Superboy

Red Arrow

Artemis

Blue Beetle

Nightwing

Arrowverse:

The Flash

Cisco Ramon

Caitlin Snow

Harrison Wells

Barry Allen

Reverse Flash

Green Arrow

Oliver Queen

Felicity Smoak

John Diggle

Roy Harper

Rip Hunter

Sara Lance

Gideon

Nate Heywood

Ray Palmer

Mick Rory

Martin Stein

Jefferson Jackson

Firestorm

Five Nights At Freddy's

Movie!Mike

Michael Afton

William Afton

C.C.

Elizabeth Afton

Henry Emily

Charlie Emily

Freddy Fazbear

Bonnie

Chica

Foxy

Withered Bonnie

Golden Freddy

The Puppet

Five Nights At Freddy's (The Movie)

Stardew Valley

Sebastian

Harvey

Shane

The Farmer

Willy

Resident Evil 4 (Remake)

Leon Kennedy

Luis Serra

Ashley Graham

Disney

Descendants

Carlos

Mal

Jay

Evie

Harry

Uma

Gil

Ben

Jane

Doug

Youtubers/Others

8-BitRyan

Dawko

Thinknoodles

Lixian

Star-Going-Supernova

Other Egos

Dawktrap

Antisepticeye

Star Wars

The Mandalorian

Miscellaneous

Phone Lock Screen

Merlin

Arthur

Gwaine

Lancelot

Gwen

Morgana

Leon

Elyan

Percival

Spy x Family

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

Anya Forger

Lord Of The Rings

Frodo

Sam

Merry

Pipin

Aragon

Legolas

Gandalf

Percy Jackson/Kane Chronicles

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Nico Di Angelo

Carter Kane

Sadie Kane

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