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★ RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ★

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── DEATH ISLAND. LEON x FEMALE. READER ˎˊ˗

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LEON KENNEDY: you like to see how he shaves his stubble or when he shapes it, even when he lets it grow a little. but, you always tell him to leave it because you like the way it feels when he kisses you or when he caresses your neck with his lips and chin.

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LEON KENNEDY: you enjoy the feeling of having his rough cheeks brush against your inner thighs when he eats you out, grabbing his head to pull him closer to you.

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LEON KENNEDY: sometimes, he will ask you to tighten your legs around his head on purpose. he loves that you can feel the friction of the prickly hairs on his jaw and cheeks scratching your skin, he knows perfectly well that it increases the sensations for you, and he adores it.

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LEON KENNEDY: you love riding his thick thighs and feeling his hair on them, feeling them against your skin every time you let your hips return to his, is something you love.

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LEON KENNEDY: you love the fact that he trims his pubic hair without removing it completely. making it so that every time you suck his cock in that messy way he loves, your saliva spills at the base of his pelvis. what he likes most is watching you slurp it again, the way your nose caresses his skin every time you deep-throat him makes him drive horny.

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LEON KENNEDY: you can't even mention the satisfying way he moans when you take his balls in your mouth to slurp on them like there's no tomorrow.

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LEON KENNEDY: he loves to see a white ring on his cock that surrounds it when he's fucking you.

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LEON KENNEDY: he wants to see the way you squeeze him and cum around him. how your fluids stain his skin and pelvis. it's your personal way of marking him, and he loves it. he wants to smell like you, even taste like you.

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LEON KENNEDY: he enjoys strangling you so you can feel his biceps curve around your neck, and you can grab his forearm with your small hands to caress the hair on his skin.

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LEON KENNEDY: he can be gentle in bed, taking care of you to make you feel like a queen. but, when something happens at work, be prepared. he will tie you up if you fight and force you to take his cock until it reaches the back of your throat, without giving you a chance to escape.

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LEON KENNEDY: leon is a passionate devouring your cunt. he will eat you until you feel overstimulated and disgustingly sensitive to him. seeing you helpless and adorable in his crystalline eyes hits unique for him.

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LEON KENNEDY: he'll probably fuck you anywhere in the house; leaning against the kitchen counter, in front of the mirror in your room, on top of the bathroom sink, on the coffee table. any place is perfect for him after you make him so hard with your charms.

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LEON KENNEDY: you love to think that leon, being older, becomes more affectionate and tender. and more, having you with him to take care of him after returning from his missions.

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LEON KENNEDY: he will always bring you something special after returning from his missions. he knows you perfectly, and knows that you love those little details.

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LEON KENNEDY: he will never be missing when you need him. you will always have him next to you to take care of you, help you, or feed you with his love and affection.

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LEON KENNEDY: he loves to lay his head on your chest to relax on top of you while you play with his brown hair.

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cherubify · 1 month

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PUPPY LOVE / LEON KENNEDY

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cw: puppy hybrid f!reader, masturbation, dirty talk, virginity, fingering, mentions of other characters and lore / minors dni

Leon didn't know what to do when he found you that night. He had returned from the gym when he found a little thing sitting at the steps outside his apartment complex. You were a little mutt, curled up into a trembling ball. Your fluffy tail coiled around your shaggy, dirty fur as your big puppy eyes stared up at him.

It would've been cruel to leave you to the elements, he lamented. And how cruel of a human would he be to say no when you began wagging your tail when you met his eyes?

"It's almost like you want me to take you home," he squats down at the base of the stairs. He held out his fingers and you sniffed him cautiously. When you had your fill, you lapped at the pads of his fingers with a soft yip. He stroked your droopy ears halfheartedly.

Just one night, he decided. He'd take you in, give you a shower, a meal and find your owners at first light tomorrow. If he failed to locate them, surely the local shelter would take you in, right?

So he scooped you up and brought you into his little apartment. It wasn't anything fancy, small for two but cosy enough for a single guy. He set you on the floor and you sniffed the tiles curiously. You wrinkled your nose and shook your head.

"C'mon," Leon gestured for you to follow, and you obediently padded after him into the bathroom. He placed you in the bathtub and ran a warm bath for you. It was a little scary so you tried to climb out a few times. But his firm grip prevented you from running, so you gave up and let him do as he wished.

When he finished, he rubbed you dry with a fluffy towel and a blowdryer. It was way scarier than the bath, but you dared not to escape when he furrowed his brows and stared at you pointedly. You whimpered as the stranger rubbed his hands all over your fluffy body.

Despite his rugged touch and scary frowns, he was a kind man. He even prepared a bowl of shredded meat for you. Up until now, you had been scavenging for scraps in the alleys.

"Slow down," he ordered. He squatted beside you and ran his fingers through your fur. "You're gonna throw up if you force it all down."

He was right, you did barf out your insides later. But a soft whine and well practiced sad puppy eyes did the trick to placate him.

You paced on top of a nest of towels. Leon had prepared it for you beside his bed. When you were satisfied, you curled into a ball and laid your head on your paws.

The brunette plopped onto his bed. Shirtless, he was enveloped by the soft glow of moonlight. Leon gazed tiredly at the puppy across him. He didn't expect this much work for a tiny mutt like you.

"It's just for tonight, so don't get too comfortable here. You hear me?" he warned as he fell back onto his mattress.

You yipped once. He closed his eyes, ready to let sleep take him.

On the brink of consciousness, he heard the sheets rustle. With one eye open, he saw you clamber up the bed clumsily, tiny paws gripping the sheets. You crawled over and settled beside him. You rested your head sweetly, droopy ears pressed against your head. Almost as if you were asking to sleep next to him.

Too tired to react, he closed his eyes. Then day came and he began his search.

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Somehow, an entire month passed and there were still no signs of your owners. He even painstakingly left posters in the neighbourhood with a printed photo of you and his house number. However, nobody contacted him. Other than that one grandma that attempted to hook him up with her daughter. But he digressed.

His plan to drop you off at a shelter also backfired. When he walked into the building, the lady at the desk recoiled the moment she laid eyes on you. You even bore your teeth at her, which you never did. According to her, the 'mongrel' in his hands had caused a hell load of trouble during its stay. A fire broke out in the shelter a while back, and you had escaped during the chaos.

When he enquired if anyone else would be willing to take you in, you began to put up a fight and caused quite the scene in the shelter. So he begrudgingly left with you and bite marks punctured in his sweater. He reprimanded you about it later at home.

"You're such a pain," he lamented as he scooped pellets into your bowl. It was no gourmet meal, but it was delicious enough to elicit a delighted yip.

You learnt that this man was called Leon Scott Kennedy. He was a government agent, whatever that meant. He was smart, handsome and a huge tease. He would slap your sides playfully to disturb you, even though he knew you would jump around unhappily after. Despite his mischievous behaviour and quips, he treated you kindly and patiently. You liked that about him. He was much kinder than the people you encountered on the streets.

But sometimes, you could feel a deep sadness emanating from him. At times, he would wake up in cold sweat. He never spoke about it– but he would stand at the balcony, staring at the night sky with a distant look in his tired, blue eyes. You hated feeling helpless, you yearned to comfort him. But all you could do was sit by him patiently, hoping your feelings could reach him.

As you lost yourself to your thoughts, the agent sat at the dining table, a can of beer in his hand. He rested his chin on his palm, swirling his drink mindlessly. Usually he would spend his evenings at the gym and occasionally in a bar. But now with you by his side, he made the conscious effort to return home earlier.

He watched from the corner of his eyes. You were hunched over your food bowl, gobbling your dinner. For such a small thing, you sure had a voracious appetite. You always ate like you were still a starved pup.

"Slow down," he chuckled. He leaned forward, fingers extended to you. You eagerly approached, wagging tail and all. He petted you with a smirk, "The food's not going anywhere, y'know?"

You lapped at his fingers playfully. Then you resumed wolfing down your pellets. The brunette wiped the slobber off his fingers on his sweatpants.

At this rate, you were his full fledged pet dog. A liability, but a cute one. Not so cute when you tried to bite him when he pissed you off. Which rarely happened, but still. He rubbed his temples together, wrinkles deeply etched in his forehead.

But there was no way he could keep you in the long run, especially when there was no guarantee if he would always make it back home.

"What am I gonna do with you?" he sighed.

The stress radiating from your owner perked you up. You peered up from your bowl for the second time.

You tilted your head. A moment of silence passed and your jaw twitched, "Do... do?"

His blue eyes snapped to you and you wagged your tail curiously. His fingers slipped and his beer splashed onto the table.

"I have bad news for you. And good news too," a man's voice filled the house. Leon left the house phone on speaker and you paced around nervously.

"Let's hear it, Chris. Bad news first," he said.

"We've tracked the origin of your dog. Turns out Umbrella's been busier than we thought," Chris lowered his voice. "She was a test subject, along with other mutts, likely her litter. It was a similar project to Project Cerberus, but they produced inferior results. They were dumped in the Arklay Mountains. It’s likely they were torn to shreds by the pack there."

Leon glanced at you warily; your eyes dropped as he maintained eye contact, "So she's dangerous?”

To think that a B.O.W had been sleeping next to him for the past month. How careless he had been.

Chris hummed, "Not exactly. The T-virus in her is dead. Here’s the good news: the guys from the labs said she carries antibodies for the strain she was infected with. The higher-ups are eager to extract her blood for studies."

"Okay, but how does that explain her aboty to talk?" Leon plopped down on the couch. You padded over and sat at his feet. "Did the virus mutate and turn her into some- some hybrid creature?"

"Beats me. But that's all I know. If I find out more, I’ll let you know," the man said before ending the call. The line beeped and Leon turned off speaker mode.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. You peered at him with your innocent puppy eyes. You had not spoken much since that night. But there was a newfound intelligence apparent in your eyes. picked you up and set you onto his lap.

"So you were abandoned by those bastards. Never would have guessed. Small world," he commented.

"Small... world," you mimicked. You placed your paws onto his chest and lapped at his face. His stubble was rough against your tongue, but you licked him anyway. A ghost of a smile settled on his face as he petted you. His face lit up suddenly.

“Oh! You’ve been nameless this whole time. I think it’s time I give you one. What do you think of… (name)?"

You shook your head, ears swaying side to side. He raised his brows, "Then, how about... Ada?"

You growled and barked, legs scrambling against him. He held you back and chuckled, "Just kidding. How about... (y/n)?"

He stroked your fur. You leaned against him and indulged in the warmth in his pets.

"I'm guessing you like it. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" He smiled, and you thumped your tail on his lap.

After that call, US-STRATCOM tasked Leon with babysitting you. The job was quite simple: ensure the special collar you wore stayed on at all times. It would track any fluctuations in your physical and mental state. An application on a tracking device would notify him of any changes too. Lastly, he would report to the research team on any developmental changes, such as improved speech, et cetera. From time to time, you would visit for blood samples too.

Thus, Leon was withheld from special operations temporarily.

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Almost three months have passed since he found you, and about a month since he was tasked with your care. When he found you, you were mostly skin and bones. Now you had enough chub for him to pinch and tease. Much to your displeasure, eliciting distressed whines and playful bites from you. You had grown on him in such a short period of time. And him, to you.

Whenever he left and returned for work, you would sit at the door and bark greetings with a swishing tail. When he plopped down onto the couch, you would sprawl yourself on his thighs, nestling comfortably like he was your bed.

Leon was amused. He had never gotten a thigh pillow before but this dog somehow beat him to it. Unbelievable.

There were nights– or days– where he would return after meeting women. And those days were the least pleasant for you. You would growl brokenly with little fangs displayed, tail pinned between your legs.

To placate you, Leon would sacrifice his clothes and let you cover his face with dog slobber. You would spend the rest of the day marking him with your scent, burying yourself in every nook and cranny of his body. Only when you were appeased would you return to your sweet, easygoing self.

"You're such a needy pup," he exhaled sleepily. You were still busy rubbing your little body against his side even in the middle of the night. He placed a heavy hand atop your head. "Sleep."

You whined and relented, resting your head on his side. Big innocent eyes blinked at him as he stroked your head.

It should be annoying– the way you clung to him like super glue. But somehow he couldn't really be mad. Who could be with such a good girl? He stroked your ears fondly, he found it cute that you were this clingy with him, your owner.

But besides that, there’s been something kind of strange happening lately. Sometimes, Leon would find his bed sheets dampened with a strange liquid. It was sweet, with hints of arousal he was familiar with that women carried. But he never brought women home. And his sweet pup was not getting her cheeks clapped either. So where did this strange liquid originate from?

Whenever he asked you, you would run off to occupy yourself with toys. So he figured maybe you've been having wet dreams. If dogs could have them.

It was later than usual when your owner returned. When he called for you, silence greeted him back. Strange, you were usually at his beck and call. He searched his bag for his tracker and checked the tiny green screen. A red dot flashed incessantly on the screen, signaling a change in your physical or neurological state. He lowered his bags and whipped out his pistol. Had the T-virus returned and taken over you?

He scanned the halls carefully before arriving at the entrance of his bedroom. He listened intently. Soft, unsteady sounds leaked into the hallway. It sounded like whimpers. Had (y/n) finally transformed into a monster?

His hand rested on the doorknob. Then he turned it and slowly entered the room. He was attacked by the heavy scent of pheromones. It clung heavily in the air, and he shielded his nose with his arm as he scanned his surroundings. His gun leveled on his bed, where you lay.

Your legs hung in the air, back arched as your hand pressed against your soft, glistening mound. The moonlight filtering through the balcony curtains cast a silver glow onto the stranger. Your fingers drove into your insides greedily in a steady yet clumsy pace. The hand clamped over your mouth did little to mask your whimpers and sighs. He lowered his gun slowly.

"Leon..." Your sweet voice filled the air. You panted softly, toes curling as you chanted his name. That's when he noticed your tail, the same shade of fur as his puppy hybrid. And the special collar and the floppy ears atop your head were telltale signs. It seemed like you had transformed– albeit into something else. He pocketed his gun and stood at the doorway. You were too deep in your haze to notice him, despite the heavy gaze from your sole audience.

You were inexperienced– it was apparent in your sloppy movements. His sweet pup didn't know how to make herself feel good, huh? Maybe he could help with that– wait, what would you think if you knew these sick thoughts?

He licked his lips. It should disgust him. You were his lovely pet. So why was he getting excited instead?

A long winded sigh snapped him out of his daze. Toes clenched, you unfurled and clenched them rhythmically as you sped up. A cry escaped you as your stomach fluttered. You couldn’t cum, you’ve been trying for hours.

With a heavy sigh, you lowered your legs and started to sit up when your eyes met his. You stopped in your tracks and he lifted a brow.

"I think you forgot to ask if I enjoyed the show," he teased. Your blood ran cold. How long had your owner been watching you...?

"T-This isn't what you think it is," you stuttered, grabbing the sheets to hide your body. You squeezed your shoulders together fearfully, appearing smaller.

"Looked like you were enjoying yourself."

Leon sat beside you, his weight on the mattress dipped you towards him. He set his gun and tracker onto the bedside table. You turned away from him, ears pinned to your head.

"I don't know what you're t-talking about."

"Playing dumb? C'mon, you were begging for me." He chuckled darkly, and you hid your face in the sheets in your hands. You tried to leave, but he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap.

"How 'bout your owner shows you how to feel real good?"

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Your legs trembled as he spread them further with his. Sitting on his lap, he had an arm wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you securely against him. The hard-on pressing against your back sent shivers down your spine. He teased your slick slit as he dragged his thumb up and down, up and down in a slow motion.

"How much?" He demanded, his voice low and dark. You let out a whimper when he pressed against your clit, sending a jolt down your core. "How far have you gone?"

"Leon," you begged softly, "Please stop. You're scaring me."

"Don't you think it's too late to stop?" His chest rumbled with laughter, and you clenched embarrassingly. "Besides, who was the one moaning my name like a little whore? C'mon, tell me."

You shook your head, but you gasped when he spanked your pussy. The bundle of nerves twitched as you trembled. You leaned forward slightly, panting as you clutched his arm weakly. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs but he forced them open again.

"If you try that one more time I'm gonna punish you," he whispered into your ear. He snaked his warm tongue along the shell of your ear and you let out a muted moan. As he teased your ear, a digit gingerly slid into your weeping cunt.

"N-No... Leon- o-oh..." you tried to struggle but your eyes rolled back from the simple ministration. You sighed sweetly as you leaned into him. A smirk settled on his face. He knew you were bullshitting. Thank god for your honest pussy.

"Stop trying to put up a fight," the brunette muttered as he stroked your walls experimentally. You bit your lip and clung to his forearm. "Just feel it."

Leon kissed the back of your head as he slid another digit in. He was knuckles deep within you when you relaxed against him. Your chest heaved with soft pants as you gazed down at where you were connected. Such a good girl, you stopped putting up a fight when you finally got what you wanted. He was sure to reward you for your good behaviour.

He began to move, eliciting whispery moans and whines from your soft lips. The sound of your wetness and his thrusting filled the room. Any shred of embarrassment had dissipated with each loving stroke of his fingers. Your brain was turning into mushy matter. You could barely hold a coherent thought. It felt so different from when you did it, and so, so much better. If only you had gotten his help from the start, then you could've felt this good all along.

You clutched him weakly, body trembling as you panted harder with each thrust. The funny feeling in your belly was growing, pulsating like a burning star. You pushed against him, eyes glassy. "Owner- Leon-'' you babbled, "Stop stop stop-"

He kissed the top of your head tenderly, "I'm here. Just be a good girl and feel it all."

He coaxed you through your orgasm as you shook and trembled like a leaf in the wind. When you finally finished, he withdrew his fingers from you with a soft squelch. You laid limply in him, thighs twitching as stars twinkled in your blurry vision.

His slick fingers rested against your plush lips. You willingly open up and lap at his digits.The taste of your arousal was sweet but slightly bitter, a strange combination, you sleepily wondered as you swirled your tongue around his appendages.

With a soft pop, you freed his fingers and collapsed against his chest entirely. You tried to match your breathing with his, and he stroked your hair and side lovingly. A few moments passed when he finally spoke up.

"Since when did you start transforming? If that's the right word." His voice was soft, like he genuinely wanted to know.

You peered up at him meekly. Your volume fell with each word, "For a few weeks. I didn't know how to tell you. Was scared that you'd abandon me. And you won't be my owner anymore."

"You don’t have to worry about that." He frowned. He placed a fleeting kiss on your lips, "I’m not gonna abandon you. Not now, or ever."

You clung to him, placing your head over his heart. It drummed in the confines of his chest, like an unwilling prisoner. You curled up against him as he looped an arm around your smaller form.

"So those fluids were from you all along?"

You nestled into him. You hummed in agreement, and he looked up at the ceiling.

“Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not,” he laughed. “You could’ve told me sooner. Then I could’ve helped.”

"... I was jealous," you mumbled to him.

"Huh? Did you say something?"

You pouted and buried your face in his chest. Your tail thumped heavily on the bed and he raised a brow questioningly.

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"Where did you get that?" He peered up from his newspaper. The agent sat on the couch, staring at the girl across from him.

You wore an oversized tee that looked like it would fall off your shoulder at any second. It hung above your knees. And when you twirled, he caught sight of your polka dotted panties. He slowly set down his newspaper.

You twirled for him again. "I look super cute, don't I? I found it in your closet."

"Knew it. It looks good," he gestured for you to come, and you hopped towards him. You took a seat on his lap, your legs placed over his. He stroked your hair gently and kissed your nose. "Though I think you'd be even cuter without it."

"Huh? Wait-" you tried to escape but he caught your wrists. He pulled your shirt over your head and swiftly repositioned you so that you laid on the couch whilst he knelt between your legs.

The brunette hooked your legs over his broad shoulders, maintaining eye contact as he pried your thighs open. He pressed a kiss against your inner thigh and he hooked your underwear with his fingers. As he pressed more kisses to your thighs, he he slowly pulled down your panties. Your breath hitched in your throat.

"How do you want it today?" He muttered against your skin.

"Anything if it makes owner happy," you blushed as you curled your toes expectantly.

He grinned.

"Good pup.”

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leqonsluv3r · 2 months

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heyy could you do some hcs abt re4 leon having a crush or dating a dso secretary? love your wirting sm <33

boss!re4 leon kennedy

—re4 leon!kennedy x dso!secretary reader, a headcanon list

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an: jesus, i’m reading terms and conditions by lauren asher, so the timing of this request is perfect. thank you anon <33

boss!leon kennedy who has high expectations when he hires you. thinking you’ll be different then the secretary’s before.

boss!leon kennedy who watches you arrive 5 minutes late on your first day, messing with your clothes and getting started on the tasks he asks. he doesn’t usually let his secretary’s be late, gives them hell for it. but for you he’s letting it go.

boss!leon kennedy who finds it hard to focus sometimes when you come into the agency, your heels clicking and snapping him from his reports like a siren sound.

boss!leon kennedy who always lets his eyes linger on your legs whenever you wear a skirt, letting his eyes linger a little too long. he swears one day he’ll fuck you with a skirt on, he almost promises himself.

boss!leon kennedy who likes the way you giggle at stupid jokes and things that are said around the office. he even cracks a few when he stops by your desk outside his office, just to hear your sweet laugh.

boss!leon kennedy who takes time memorizing everything you like. making mental notes for all the things you love and hate. just because he’s interested in anything involving you.

boss!leon kennedy who drives you home late one night. he wouldn’t dream of you paying for a taxi or walking, not a beautiful girl like you and not in the city late at night.

boss!leon kennedy who steals glances at you in your pretty work attire as he drives you home, listening to your brief talking of the stressful workday and all the people you had to deal with.

boss!leon kennedy who makes sure that all the stressful people come directly to him instead of you. not wanting to stress you out or make you cry (heaven forbid), he couldn’t bear the sight of that.

boss!leon kennedy who asks you to be his date to the agency’s annual banquet. telling you it’s just a work date, but who is he kidding? he just wants to see you dressed up in something that’s not a tight blouse or skirt for once.

boss!leon kennedy who picks you up two days later at your place. having the address memorized from when he dropped you off that one time. he watches you walk out in a dress that leaves little to the imagination.

boss!leon kennedy who introduces you as his date, shushing you when you try to tell them that your his secretary instead. and he loves the way your brows furrow in confusion as you look between him and the agency’s finest at the banquet.

boss!leon kennedy who practically sends glares in other men’s directions, daring them to even try and talk to you. he doesn’t trust other men, not with what’s soon to be his.

boss!leon kennedy begrudgingly agreeing to dance with you as you drag him to the banquet halls dance floor. your arms slung around his neck and his hands hesitantly on your waist. your perfume like an aphrodisiac to him, hints of vanilla and coconut wafting into his nose as you two say on the dance floor.

boss!leon kennedy who drags you out afterwards and takes you to a conference room in the banquet hall. before you can protest he presses his lips against yours and you return it, immediately getting the subtle hints he’s dropped this evening.

boss!leon kennedy who peppers kisses along your jawline and grinds his erection into your hips as you kiss, your hands pulling greedily at his hair and letting little sounds slip. he sits you on a table and keeps devouring you.

boss!leon kennedy who pushes your dress up as you lay back on the table. he takes his time teasing and devouring you, making you whine and grasp at his hair like a tether. the prettiest sounds falling from your lips as he makes you moan and chant his name.

boss!leon kennedy who doesn’t care if there is a banquet going on outside the door, he’s going to fuck you regardless, give you what you both so desperately want.

boss!leon kennedy who fucks you with intention, letting you accommodate to his size as he smothers kisses and hickeys to your jawline, moans slipping from your lips as he fucks you faster.

boss!leon kennedy who, afterwards, makes an excuse that your feeling ill to everyone and takes you back to his place.

boss!leon kennedy who helps you take off your ruined makeup from the sex at the banquet and brushes out your frazzled sex crazed hair. he even gets you one of his large t-shirts to sleep in. loving how the fabric drowns out your frame.

boss!leon kennedy who swears you’ve ruined all other women for him. he’ll never be the same again, he swears it. he presses kisses all over and guides you to the bed.

boss!leon kennedy who tells you that he likes you, wants to be with you. despite his stoic persona is nervous and just wants you all to himself. and when you agree, wanting him back. he feels like he won the lottery.

boss!leon kennedy who falls asleep with you, in his bed in his t-shirt, feeling like the luckiest man ever in the world. not just because he’s your boss, but because your his now. and he’ll never let you go.

an: you guys are so creative. your requests never fail to blow me out of the water. reblog, like and my asks are open :)) a one shot will be up later this week. promise. i love you guys sm, mwah, kisses xx.

#leon kennedy #leon x reader #leon kennedy smut #re4 remake #leon kennedy au #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x fem reader #leon kennedy drabble #re4 leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #re4 leon #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy hc #resident evil x reader #x reader #headcanon #boss!leonkennedy

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todaaru · 2 months

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re6 serennedy AGAIN! \>_</

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guiiay · 8 months

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post-mission shenanigans

#caused quite a stir on twitter so figured I should post here too :0 #happy to announce i am extremely annoying about resident evil <3 yes i love the sexies <3 #i hope i make more painterly pieces soon ahh 🥹#art tag #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4make #re4 #ada wong #leon kennedy #aeon #ada wong x leon kennedy #leon kennedy x ada wong #nya that should be all #oh also this whole thing i hc was leon’s idea #both needed a lil time to be silly off work teehee

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slut4thebroken · 2 months

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Dad/stepdad finding your vibrator hcs

Tommy Shelby, Cillian Murphy, Raymond Leon, Jackson Rippner, Lenny Miller

(All accurate to the universe’s time period)

Tommy Shelby - To say he was shocked would be an understatement. At first he was concerned— were you suffering from hysteria and he didn’t even know? But then he remembered that vibrators have very recently started being used for more… personal activities. He confronted you about it anyway though. You blushed and stuttered out “I- I can explain..” and he found it amusing at first, but he kept his expression stern. It was when you broke down crying that he suddenly softened. “I’m sorry, daddy. Please don’t be mad..” You cried out, making him pull you into a hug and shush you, trying to calm you down. “I’m not mad, love.” He said gently. “Just… tell me what it’s for.. I promise I won’t be mad.” You looked up at him with wide, teary eyes to see if he was being truthful. When you found no sign of a lie, you whispered that you use it for self pleasure, which he already knew. He just wanted to hear you say it. He sighed and shook his head. “You think you’re old enough to be playing with adult toys like this?” He asked, and you muttered out an excuse of how you just turned 18. “Maybe so, but I still don’t think it’s appropriate at your age.” That triggered something inside of you and you whined about how you’re an adult and you can do what you want, acting far too bratty for his liking. “Is that so? An adult, are you?” He had a condescending smirk on his lips and he pretended to think it over, then scoffed a laugh. “Fine then. If you’re an adult I guess I should start punishing you like one.” His tone was noticeably darker now. “Get on the fucking bed.”

Cillian Murphy - He knew he should’ve ignored it, respected your privacy… But he just kept thinking about you using it. The pretty sounds you probably made, the way your cheeks probably became flushed… But then he started thinking about you using it with someone.. Did you have a secret boyfriend? Or were you exploring your sexuality all on your own… Deciding to do the responsible thing, he started planning out when and how to talk to you about all of these new things you may be feeling as a developing young woman. One day he sat down with you, gently told you what he knew and reassured you when you immediately became embarrassed. He told you that it was natural and nothing to be ashamed of… “A young girl like yourself needs someone to guide her, teach her what’s right and how to be safe.” He said softly, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. “As your father, I’m afraid that role falls on me.” He tried not to seem too excited by the idea. Standing up, he walked over to where the toy was hidden and brought it back over to the bed, handing it to you. “I need to make sure you’re using it the right way. I’d hate for my little girl to get hurt.” He frowned, watching as your eyes widened. He didn’t let you protest as he helped removed your clothes and laid you down on the bed. “Now show me exactly how you’re using it, sweetheart.”

Raymond Leon - At first, he almost mistook it for something else, but when he did a double take, he realized what it actually was. A rush of emotions hit him, the main ones being anger, disappointment, and arousal. Were you turning into a whore? Did he do something wrong when raising you? When you came home one day, he was waiting on your bed, the vibrator next to him. You were immediately hit with a wave of embarrassment and humiliation- good. You started trying to defend yourself, saying it’s not what it looks like. “Don’t try to play innocent.” He scoffed. “Get over my fucking lap.” His voice was so harsh, it made you tear up as you begged him not to. So he roughly grabbed you and pulled you over his thighs, then flipped your skirt up. He spanked you until his hand was burning and there were little welts on your ass. You were sobbing loudly, the pain becoming too much, and with the way you kept squirming and rubbing against his cock, he eventually got hard. He forced the vibrator between your legs, making you apologize for your whorish behavior as you came over and over again until he was satisfied. “Get on your knees.” He demanded and you slid off his lap to the floor, still sobbing and almost hyperventilating from the overwhelming pleasure. “There are consequences for acting like a whore.” He spat, quickly opening his pants to free his cock, making your breath catch in your throat. “So, be a good girl for once and finish what you started.”

Jackson Rippner - He had been trying so hard to be a good father figure- god knows you desperately needed it. But as soon as he found a vibrator hidden away (very poorly) in one of your drawers, he just lost all control. He managed to wait a few days until it was only the two of you in the house, then confronted you. This wasn’t his proudest moment… but he didn’t regret it. “What would your mom think, huh?” He asked, subtly threatening you. “I would hate to have to tell her… but maybe we can work something out.” He said coyly, enjoying the way you blushed and squirmed and pouted. He made you beg for it, for his cock and for him to not tell your mom. Once he had you underneath him with his cock fully sheathed in your little cunt, he practically plowed into you until you cried. “This is your own fault.” He hissed. “The only reason this is happening is because you teased me by leaving it somewhere for me to find.” You sobbed harder and shook your head, unable to do anything else to protest. “You’ve been a fucking tease since day one with those tiny little shirts and the skirts that barely cover your ass… I’m fucking sick of it.” He growled, getting more worked up. “From now on, you’re gonna let me use this cunt whenever I want, or I’ll tell your mom about your little secret, and how you seduced me and begged me to fuck you.”

Lenny Miller - You should’ve known better than to think you could hide things from him. Just like you should’ve known better than to think you could lie to him. But when he confronted you, you denied it. Which he figured you might do… That’s why he set up a camera in your room, hidden in a vent but angled perfectly at your bed. The quality was not the best, but it was good enough to still obviously show what you were doing. He can’t even count the amount of times he came to that footage of you. When you tried lying, he sighed and reached for the remote, already having the tape ready in the tv. The second it turned on, you lips parted in shock and your face paled, then a very dark blush took over your cheeks. “There are a few different ways this can go. Option one: the camera stays up and you can keep the vibrator. Option two: I punish you, then confiscate it, but I’ll take down the camera.” He paused, lowering his voice into something darker and thick with arousal. “Or option three: you show me just how sorry you are for owning something like this. I’m still going to punish you, but if you do a good enough job begging, I might just let you keep it.” He said coyly. He waited impatiently for you to choose and when you couldn’t get any words out, still glancing at the tv, he chose for you. He spanked you until you cried and made you suck his cock to prove you were sorry, then forced you to ride him while you begged for his forgiveness.

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biohazzrds · 10 months

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You cannot look at me in the eyes and tell me hes not a girl dad

#im sorry man ive got baby fever #(its been like 10 months of it #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy hcs #resident evil infinite darkness #leon s kennedy #cosmos brain #dad!leon #bro.#GAAH

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corruptcobra · 10 months

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what if leon had a crush on you?

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re2!leon x gender neutral reader

an: this is specifically re2!leon, will do re4!leon soon <3

EDIT: part 2 is here!

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re2 leon having a crush would be the definition of puppy love

his heart skips a beat the first time he sees you

his mind goes blank for a moment, as if time has frozen

he feels a fluttering in his chest, and from that moment on, he’s attached

he won’t realise it straight away

he puts his urge to protect you down to his duty as an officer; he wants to protect you because that’s his job!

his urge to shield you with his body when you’re faced with a hoarde of zombies? it’s his job to keep people safe!

even if you can defend yourself, he’ll still put his arm in front of you and tell you to get behind him

but when you do fight, he’s watching with a gun trained on each threat and eyes filled with wonder and awe

if you get injured, he’s immediately tending to your wounds

sitting you down, giving you green herbs, wrapping bandages ever so carefully on your injuries

gentle reassurances whenever you wince in pain

and when you get overwhelmed by stress and fear, he’s there for you

his hand brushing your arm, trailing down to your own hand

grasping your hand in a comforting yet determined grip

“we’re going to get out of here. together.”

because if he can’t save the city, then by god he’s going to save you.

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avival · 3 months

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PARTNERS

notes: hii☝️ soo… this "HC" is for you to imagine any leon you want! In my head it works better with re6 leon/id leon (my obsession), but you can imagine whatever you want! hope y’all like it. — plss do not interact if you are ageless/underage blog. sorry for mistakes!!

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Agent!Leon who is with you on a mission and everything seems fine, except that he's with you.

Agent!Leon, who thinks you are annoying with your cynical and sarcastic personality, answers always on the tip of your tongue, like a perfect brat.

Agent!Leon that even though he thinks you're smug, he likes your rationality, intuition and skills.

Agent!Leon who hides with you somewhere, where you won't be seen. An abandoned brick place.

Agent!Leon who says "I hope we don't call attention" and notices you sighing in the heat, it was very hot, it was summer. Diabolical summer.

Agent!Leon who notices you taking off your harness and equipment. You look at him chuckling and say "Do you like what you see?" Leon looks away, doesn't answer you.

Agent!Leon who honestly thinks you're pretty, but your personality is hateful. Even so, he doesn't take his eyes off your ass and your glossy lips.

Agent!Leon who listens to you being a smart pretty girl, making plans but not caring too much about the whole situation. He disagrees with you on everything and this seems to bother you. Both are about to fight. Your lips are very close to his, you can feel his breath "Aren't you tired of being an irresponsible stupid bitch?" Leon asks and you let out a mischievous smirk, ready to answer him "I love it when you treat me like that. Keep it up, calling me a fuckin' bitch." He loses his posture, angrily.

Agent!Leon who doesn't say anything else. Now it's night, both of you try to contact Hunnigan, but no service. Just you and him, alone.

Agent!Leon who notices infected people in the area, consciously invading the place. He drags out you into a tight corner, takes the pistol and commands you "Stay still".

Agent!Leon who is breathing deeply against your neck and you are grinding against his cock. He whispers against your ear "What the fuck are you fucking doing?"and you chuckled. Leon impatiently covers your mouth with his hand and you moan.

Agent!Leon who is aroused. The infected don't know where both of you are. Leon bites your ear, rubs his dick against your ass and calls you "Hot bitch", you answer "I always knew you wanted to fuck me" and he tells back "Shut up and show me that cunt of yours".

Agent!Leon who quickly undoes his belt and you leave your leggings on your knees. He spanks your ass, rips your panties and you moan. Leon says "You're such a smart ass, you annoy the hell out of me. But your dirty pussy likes my cock, right? Haha— I bet you act like a stubborn slut because you wanted me to fuck you."

Agent!Leon, who bends you over, points the pistol at you and you roll your eyes back. You love to be threatened. You bounce on his dick over and over again, your tank top dripping with sweat while your walls are completely soaked and dripping.

Agent!Leon who makes you suck his fingers and then changes your position. Now you two are facing each other as he fucks your pussy. Leon once again points the pistol in your face, he growls animalistic when he sees you sucking the pistol barrel. He throws the gun, grabs your ass and fucks you harder, says "Fucking whore, that sticky pussy is so tasty." You two don't even notice that the infected are gone. Only wet sounds come out, your moans and his groans.

Agent!Leon who with one of his fingers exposes your nipples, pulls, crushes and sucks your breasts, you don't even know how many orgasms you've had. Your pussy is dripping, you squirt and he keeps fucking you.

Agent!Leon who cums with you two kissing, your teeth crashing and his lips bleeding because of your aggressiveness. Leon sinks his dick, pushing your hips against him, kisses you again, squeezes your waist, licks your lips and pulls your hair. You break up and he whispers "—Hope you to keep being my fucking partner.”

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy hc #resident evil imagines #resident evil smut

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chaoticshark98 · 3 months

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Some bucci gang head canons !! 🐛🐛🐛

also throwing in the height chart too !

#long over due cause i have these hcs in my head for years now…#giorno and trish have been adopted by the latino community #jjba #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #guido mista #trish una #giorno giovanna #narancia ghirga #jojos bizzare adventure vento aureo #jjba part 5

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obsolescent · 8 months

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Leon S. Kennedy's NSFW Alphabet

Author’s Note: Went into depth with almost all of these lol, wanted to be thorough. Enjoy!

Leon’s SFW Headcanons

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content, reader is kept gender neutral, cis!Leon, general discussion of sexual activities.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Helping you clean up, cuddling. He would be very affectionate, kissing you, telling you, “You did so good baby, took everything I gave you.”

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think he enjoys his arms quite a bit, likes seeing the muscles flex as he moves them around (mostly while he’s handling you). On you, your hands, how gentle they are, how they hold him close and cup his cheeks with such a softness. Loves seeing them wrapped around his cock, too.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He wouldn’t admit to it because he’s embarrassed by it, but loves seeing you covered cum. Loves going a few rounds, getting some in every hole and watching it leak out. Something about marking you as his satisfies a deep urge in him.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has thought about sharing you. Thinking about seeing you get passed around and used by his friends, yeah.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not that experienced actually! Due to his religious upbringing, he didn’t do much until he was older and shook some of that religious guilt off. He knows what he’s doing, though. He watched plenty of videos on how to pleasure someone. He’s a perfectionist at most everything he does, and pleasing someone right is a priority to him.

F = Favorite position

He’s a romantic sap, so any position where he can embrace you, whisper in your ear, kiss you. Positions like missionary, or when you sit on him and he can just hug you while you grind against him. Those are ideal for him!

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Oh, for sure. He likes to make funny quips too, like: “Damn baby, gripping my shit like Loctite!” Once, he got hurt on a mission, and after fully healing, came to you and said, “Meat’s back on the menu.”

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

He usually keeps it well groomed. Due to missions, though, it does grow out. Has some hair but tries to keep it short as possible. He found that out the hard way one time, when he had to use the bathroom on a mission and got some hair caught in his zipper, ouch.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Leon’s very romantic, savoring your time together, working you up slowly. Whispering praises the whole time, running his hands down your body, massaging here and there.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s had that religious guilt hanging over his head, so it’s a reason why he didn’t do it often, but when that stiff breeze hits just right…Now with you, he can just have sex so he doesn’t see the point of it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink, I think we’re in agreement on that. Free use, he likes letting you use him for your own pleasure, he gets off on it too. Has come with no touch, just from you using his mouth.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Prefers yours or his place, and it could be wherever inside. The couch, floor, counter, table, shower, and of course the bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly? It doesn’t take much, not with you. Seeing your body turn a certain way, the slightest movements, have him clearing his throat and crossing his legs. Yelling at himself in his head to “Stop acting like a damn dog.”

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurt you or use a weapon in the bedroom. He could slap your ass some, a firm grip around your neck, but that’s the extent he’s willing to go. Weapons are a hard limit, under no circumstances will he use one on you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves to give and receive. Likes seeing you on your knees for him, also likes to be on his knees for you, too. As I said before, he’s done his research and perfected his skills, it’s definitely paid off. You’ve never been with someone as skilled as him with his mouth.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Slow and sensual, unless you want it fast and rough. Loves to please you, so whichever you’re wanting at the moment.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he’s really worked up and under a time crunch, he doesn’t mind a quick fuck, making sure to get you off first, though, before himself.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)

Leon loves to try new things! Want to use a new toy you got? New position you saw online? He’s game, but I wouldn’t say risky.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

A few rounds, he doesn’t tire easily. He can last for a while. He likes to cum with you, so he can hold off on cumming until you do.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He hadn’t thought about getting toys for himself until he was with you. With how much fun you two have with toys, he has looked into getting some of his own. Uses them on you or himself, and he likes when you use them on him.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Oh, sometimes he’s a menace. Can edge you for a long time, have you writhing and begging for him. He likes seeing you whiny, pleading with him to touch you more, “I know you want to touch me, please please baby, make me cum!” You know him so well. He finally gives in, not being able to hold himself back any longer.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Used to be quiet as a mouse, but now? Loud, whiny mess. Groaning and moaning your name, high pitch whines when it just feels “so goddamn good baby, don’t stop riding me.”

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

He’s pretty flexible, which is useful in the bedroom. “Fold me like a pretzel,” His favorite choice of words for when you’re doing something to him.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s fit due to the job, toned muscles, body littered with scars. He’s got a light dusting of hair on his chest, as well as a happy trail down to neatly trimmed pubic hair. He’s a grower, not a shower, at full hardness he’s around 7 inches, a bit on the thicker side.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Due to the stressful situations he’s usually in he doesn’t have much time to yearn or think about his sex drive, but when he’s home with you, anything you do can have him ready to go. Mentioned previously, it can be mundane as stretching, your shirt lifting to expose your stomach, and he starts growing hard.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He won’t fall asleep until things are cleaned up, toys put away, and he’s holding you in his arms.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x gn!reader #leon s kennedy x gn!reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy headcanons #leon s kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy hc #leon s kennedy hc #resident evil smut

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