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biohazard-4ever · 1 month

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Leon is the husband to come back early from work, just because his wife doesn't want to eat without him;

Leon is the husband who will carry his wife after she took a bath/shower so she wont step on the cold floor;

Leon is the husband to love his wife, love her past, and not act on jealousy;

Leon is a protector, a good man. He wants to be your safe place, he wishes to be WANTED by you, not NEEDED.

Leon is the Husband to put your wants and needs in his mind at all times. And even if he can't fullfil them for you, he will take it into consideration at all times;

Leon is the Husband to believe that you are Heaven sent. What you touch, turns to gold.

Including his heart ❤

#leon #hc #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #resident evil #biohazard #resident evil hc #headcanon

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cherubify · 1 month

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the lack of hired hands meant you had to help out at your family's restaurant. waitering and cashiering were delegated while your parents held down the fort in the kitchen. loyal customers came for your parent's homemade delicacies and stayed for you, their young, naive and beautiful daughter. and among these regulars was a man named leon kennedy, a man in his late twenties with a sharp glint in his eyes.

he was bad news, your family had warned you. this customer was amicable, sure, but his eyes indiscreetly trailed your every movement, like a hawk stalking its prey. you refused to listen to your parents– they were always an overprotective bunch, you justified their actions as excuses to stop you from knowing him. anyway, it's not like they could do much to stop you when you were the only staff available on the floor, leaving your parents in the back, out of sight and out of mind.

each time, he would draw your attention by clicking his lighter when he was about to order. and just like clockwork, you would rush over to remind him that this was a smoke-free eatery. then he'd adorn that same old smirk, feigning ignorance and pointing out how his age was finally catching up to him. which elicited chuckles as you reminded him that he was not much older than you.

but you gave him the benefit of the doubt, i mean, how could you not when he was so gentle and kind? little did you know, the cause of your long term employment in the shop was due to his selfishness. the posters that you put up in the neighbourhood for part-timers were swiftly confiscated and ripped to shreds than none other than him.

monopolising his favourite waitress was easier than he thought. all it took was a little push and you caved. the push being a photo of you naked, standing in the shower, your skin flushed against hot water streaming from the shower. your facade crumbled easily with just one push. and now you were his for the taking, and his to train.

you clutched the outline of the ceramic sink, chest heaving and back arching. the girl staring back at you in the mirror had her lips parted in an 'o' as sweat clung to her dishevelled fringe. your apron was tied around your waist, jeans pooled around your ankles as wet sounds resonated in the tiny toilet.

his large hand squeezed your hips, ripping you away from your reflection with a moan. you peered over your shoulder, where your customer, knelt, his face burried between between your ass. long, golden blonde hair tickled your rear as his nose bumped against the crack between your plump mounds. his tongue lapped shamelessly against your wrinkled entrance, and each lick racked your spine with shivers. your knees shook like a newborn lamb.

his arm wrapped around your thigh, and the blonde's padded thumb drew lazy figure eights on your twitching clit. you whimpered, standing on your tippy toes as you leaned against the sink. gripping it for dear life, you giddily raised your head and bit your lips. pain blossomed as beads of blood tricked down from your mouth to your jaw. red pitter pattered onto the damp sink, sliding down into the drain as you struggled to focus on the girl in the mirror.

on the other side of the door, the shop bustled with clamouring customers that cheered and drunk like no tomorrow. as for your parents, concern etched across their wrinkled faces whilst they scanned the sales floor for their daughter.

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olenoname · 1 year

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Way of the House Tyrant

The title is exactly how it sounds to anyone who watched house husband 😛. You're a member of Umbrella who has special access to a modified T-103 clone of her own to be her guard, husband and so much more.

Tyrant/ Mr. X x female reader

His day starts an hour before you wake from your slumber.

X prepares your lunch for work and your breakfast in that order so that it's fresh when you get up.

When your meal is ready, he wakes you up by gently rubbing your cheek.

If you're just having one of your days and don't get out of bed, he'll let you have your extra 5-10 minutes, after that, X will carry you to the kitchen table.

He is not going to let you be late for work!

X will sit next to you while you eat and watch TV or talk about whatever.

He communicates through sign language.

While you shower and brush your teeth, he's making the bed and leaving your clothes neatly laid out and ironed from the night before.

Once you’re dressed, you’re given a quick uniform inspection before he walks you to the car and gives you a kiss goodbye.

*Don’t forget your lunch, sweetheart!*

While you’re out, X goes over the weekly schedule and will carry out any chores accordingly.

Cleaning up, tending the yard/garden, scheduling appointments, ordering groceries, taking care of pets if any, etc.

On most days he finishes pretty quickly, giving him quality freetime, X would sit out in the yard, read a book, even shower even though he doesn’t need to, it makes him feel more… sentient.

He doesn’t wear the trench coat around the house (usually a casual tee, jeans, and boots), only for his occasional missions.

You live in a pretty remote area due to risks of him being seen.

You normally have an 8-10 hour shift, but sometimes you can be gone for a day or two.

X knows that you have your busy shifts, but that doesn’t stop him from missing or even worrying about you, even if you let him know ahead.

After you arrive home from a busy shift, he already has a bath ready for you with the lights dimmed and your favorite incense, he will join you if you allow it.

X doesn’t need to sleep, but you like having him with you in bed, so you kinda trained him how to “sleep.”

On your days off, you kind of give him a break but he can’t help but step in because he just needs to do something.

You have fun goofing off with him and you teach him new things.

And lets just get it out of the way now, yes, the sex is phenomenal (feel better now, ya nasties? Good).

Don’t forget though, X is still a tyrant, he will take out anyone who is a threat to you and Umbrella will take care of the mess.

When he leaves home for missions, he wears the fedora you gave him with your initials in it so you’ll know that he wasn’t replaced.

You’ll know it’s him because he becomes more hostile than the other clones if anyone other than you messes with his hat.

#resident evil 2 #re2 #re2 remake #resident evil 2 remake #mr. x #mr. x x reader #resident evil hc #biohazard 2 #resident evil tyrant #tyrant #racoon city #capcom #mr x

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weskers-master · 10 months

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I genuinely wonder what the Spotify wrapped would be for the resident evil characters. Like what genres would these bitches listen to? Who would be their most listened to artists? What would their top songs be?

I think Chris Redfield is an avid listener to Alice cooper with his most listened to song being “my stars” by Alice cooper

Wesker is definitely a fan of the darkness. Maybe Danko Jones, it alternates between those to for his most listened to band. His most listened to song however is “3” by Britney Spears.

Jill defo listens to blondie. This is not up for debate. Most listened to song is anything by blondie, probably “island of lost souls” if i had to pick one in particular.

Leon listens to MCR. This is also not up for debate. Most listened to song is “famous last words” by MCR. You cant change my mind.

Ashleys most listened to artist is probably blink 182. Her most listened to song however is either “hands up” by 6arelyhuman or “bowsette” by the chalkeaters.

Carlos, im so sorry but this man listens to ninja sex party RELIGIOUSLY. His most listened to song is “i don’t know what we’re talking about (and i haven’t for a while)” by ninja sex party

Ada probably dosent have a favourite artist and its probably random whoever she ends up getting. Her most listened to song though is “212” by Asealia Banks.

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piersandchrisswife · 1 year

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SFW Alphabet - Piers Nivans

I wanted to write this just because there aren't many things out there for my fav sniper! Also I've never done one before and was curious how it would turn out. I think it helps me outline his character for other fics I plan to write in the future. Enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very affectionate. He's always asking how you are, always brushing a hand to your side whenever he walks past you, always keeping an eye out for you. And hand holding - please hold his hand. He will blush to his ears. He just wants to be held, and it makes him feel safe.

I don't feel he's too affectionate in public, especially at work. Not that he’s embarrassed with you or anything, he might sneak a quick peck on your lips or throw an arm around your shoulder but he wouldn’t full on make out with you in front of his colleagues. He prefers that behind closed doors :)

I would also imagine the way he shows affection is by caring. A LOT. He ALWAYS makes sure you're staying hydrated and eating, plus he always makes it a priority to check up on your mental health too. He wants to support you as much as he can. Would never hesitate to grab you a snack from outside even if you’re craving it at 3am.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Would be the most loyal friend you ever had. You just know you can trust him with ANYTHING. Secrets, embarrassing moments, hot gossip. This man will never speak of it or say a word, even if his life was on the line. Would definitely be available to you at all times, he wants to be there for his friends and treats them like his family. Just generally very supportive and always by your side - what more could you ask for? Would definitely like to get to know you more seeing your kindness and initial friendly warmth, as I feel those traits mean a lot to him. And for him as well, trust/loyalty is a huge make or break factor. He would want that in a close relationship (not that he's clingy). I also imagine he's awful at texting back but amazing at picking up phone calls - he would rather just talk on the phone instead of typing a huge paragraph of text (I mean he has a ton of reports to read already, so he would like to avoid reading more of anything as much as possible).

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

A massive cuddle bug. He likes the warmth and intimacy it gives. And it also makes him feel he can protect you and knowing you're safe in his arms is a perfect way for him to truly relax with you. He likes cuddling with you in the evenings, it's routine for you two to unwind after a long and tiring day. He truly feels like a new man after an intense cuddling session. His favourite way to cuddle you is you both side by side sprawled on his comfy bed. Also loves when you bury your head in his chest - it makes him feel like he can protect you against the world.

Definitely rubs your back while cuddling, it's comforting for both you and him. Also buries his face in your neck/hair 99% of the time - he likes to nuzzle into you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Definitely wants to settle down, hell you two are practically a domestic couple since he truly believes giving his all to his partner. I imagine he's quite meticulous at cleaning - he likes keeping things organised but awful at laundry.. Cooks nutritiously and the food tastes amazing, yet I imagine he can't bake very well - that’ll be up to you.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he was breaking up, it would either be he wanted to keep you safe, or something that he can't continue the relationship with that doesnt agree with his morals or values. Would call you for a chat in person and gently explain the reasons why; he doesn't believe in bitter endings. He would like to be on good terms.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

In his head you two are already married. This man is completely enamoured and if he could, would marry you on the spot. But he knows that you may want extra months for planning the wedding and making it perfect, so would definitely propose when the time is right (aka work is not interfering with both your lives, and the stage in both your lives is perfect)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite his occasional gruff demeanour with his team, he never fails to lend a kind word (which is written in his re6 files too). Definitely a HUGE softie behind doors - this man is SOOO soft and gooey. He would be so supportive and so gentle with you with everything - conversations, his body language, in bed. Always cautious not to use his strength on you as the last thing he wants to do is hurt you or make you unintentionally scared of him so treats you like a glass doll, despite you reassuring him you won’t crack. His favourite way to show this is softly stroking your hair, it's the definition of romance for him and it makes him all gooey inside. Emotionally, I feel like he might be on the tough love side (like how he interacted with Chris when he was going through his trauma). But he means well - he just wants the best for you. If you tell him you just want support right now instead of a solution; he will happily shut up and cuddle the hurt out of you. But his natural instinct is to provide solutions - he can't help it. Again it's the soldier in him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He wouldn’t often give bone crushing hugs, I see him more embracing you romantically as he still wants to look into your eyes/see your face. He rests his face on your shoulder all the time - it's snuggly and he feels comforted . His hugs aren’t tight, they are more like a embrace during a waltz - intimate, yet freeing. Will sway backwards and forwards subconsciously. Also loves burying your face in his chest - it makes him feel as he puts it - ‘manly’.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?

I don't think he has a lot of experience with love/relationships, so he will be in love and not even realise it. He would just constantly question his feelings of protectiveness and jealousy till it finally dawned on him like a light bulb in the middle of a boring BSAA conference that he was definitely not listening to. Would 100% wait till he knew for sure you also had feelings for him and you also loved him - he doesn't want to embarrass himself and make himself look foolish. Even though he avoids saying the L-word out of anxiety, he tries but can never hide how absolutely down bad he is for you LMAO. Will go the extra length to protect you/ take care of you and doesnt even realise he's exposing himself and always gets absolutely shocked when his teammates mention and tease him for his crush on you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oh man. This guy. Will not hesitate to walk up to the person and physically push them away from you. He has a VERY short temper when it comes to random people hitting on you - so be prepared. Will not even hear the other person's excuses - he doesn't care. You're his. As I mentioned before, this man values loyalty above all else so it definitely means a lot to him. He’ll pout, and maybe be a bit moody, so please give him some smooches and pinch his muscles and tell him he's the only man for you. He’ll get over it pretty quickly after that as long as you are sincere to him - and he can usually see right through insincerity. All he wants is utter devotion back so please don't flirt with anyone but him as thats a big no no for him with his s/o.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Full, and loving. He loves pouring all his emotions and passion he feels for you in any kiss he gives you - so be well prepared. Kissing him would make you completely relax in his arms and weak in the knees - it's the warmth and emotion that positively bursts for you like a tidal wave.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Children often see him as a big brother - he naturally has the charisma. They trust him almost immediately to your amusement, and cling onto him with their lives. And naturally - it makes you explode.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He wakes up before you, but doesn't move and enjoys the comfort while he's still sleepy and cosy. Definitely traces a hand over your features as you're knocked out, admiring your peaceful, relaxed expression. I see him as staying in bed time, but not for too long as the military training he's had in the past can't make him stay too long as he'll begin to grow restless. Will happily make you breakfast while you snooze in bed though; a coffee with a hearty breakfast consisting of sausages, eggs and toast for him, while not forgetting to add your choice of meal too.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You two have a pretty scheduled routine, as Piers likes going to bed early. Will definitely not forget snuggle time with you, and loves chatting to you about whatever's on his or your mind before you go to sleep. It's his way of catching up with whatever went on the day, while also being able to get whatever is off his shoulders. He also doesn't mind a movie night - and is one of those people who makes comments on the movies CONSTANTLY. Either you love it, or hate it. No inbetween.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

At first, he was a little frosty. You can't blame him, he has gone through so much despite being only 26, and has lost a lot of friends who he considered family on his team. He tries to not grow so attached to new people in his life since he's so afraid of developing a connection and suddenly having that taken away from him by life's cruel circumstances. He needs the time to trust you first, and slowly you'll melt away his icy demeanour - and he'll find himself drawn to you despite his best efforts to control himself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Has a pretty short temper. But don't get me wrong - he would never get short with you. You’re the only exception in his life, he wouldn't dare raise his voice or scare you in any way (but sometimes he still slips up though; he's only human). Although, when he’s irritated, you can usually tell by his jaw clenching and his fists curling by his sides (and you find it pretty hot).

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

As we all know, the BSAA’s top ace is sharp, observant, and blessed with a higher than average amount of concentration. Don’t be alarmed when this man is recalling the jumble of facts you sleepily have babbled in your sleep from a random night years ago as if it was the most important, obvious thing in your relationship. This does tend to make you slightly alarmed, however in a strange way it is comforting he cares so much about what you have to say. It also makes him extremely gifted at present shopping. Yes, he will remember the exact shopping item you glanced at a little too long in the window shops even if you don’t mention this to him.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite would probably be a simple, yet special moment for him personally. I imagine it might be the time he meets you after he's realised that he's in love with you. You both had gone on your usual coffee shop trips in a local cafe that was a regular for the two of you. The way the foam formed a moustache around your lips was endearing to him and he found himself warmly smiling and blushing at your playful expression, as you wiped it away with the back of your sleeve. You looked even more beautiful to him that day, the comforting atmosphere of the shop and the slight rain outside pattering on the window was so perfect and romantic to him. You didn't notice a thing as you were so caught up in retelling a story that you had saved especially for this date to say, but to him - it was the most picturesque scene from a story tale.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

As I've mentioned before, this man is extremely protective of you. He’s seen too many horrors in his life, and knows how important it is to cherish the ones you love before you don't have a chance to again. He might be slightly on the controlling side I imagine, but that is only because he's so scared of losing you. If you're out in public with him, don't be surprised when he's sending death glares to every man who even glances at you for more than a second. He can't help his territorial side and it usually makes him grumpy if you look particularly beautiful that day and have more attention on you than usual. Up front and confrontational with the sleazy men that approach you despite the obvious death glares given from Piers' way before they approach you, although it never fails to make you slightly hot and bothered at his protective attitude.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He prefers simple dates, nothing too fancy or special. He just wants to have a fun time with you and while he isn't opposed to an expensive more traditional date, he just finds he can relax a little more easily in a more casual setting. Food dates would be his absolute favourite - you two have a special thing where you try all the best local food shops around, and have a few places that are frequently visited - especially his favourite steak houses.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

As mentioned, he may be a little controlling over you, and that's up to you whether you take it in an endearing way or not. I imagine he also might not be too great at communication sometimes when he's having a particularly bad mental health day. You may need to get him to open up to you with a little prying, but he always gives in after a little egging on. This habit of his sometimes makes you anxious as you would like him to be more open with his feelings since you want to make him feel like he can approach you with anything. He also is extremely bad at laundry and is one of those people that just dumps it on a chair, much to your annoyance.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not too concerned, although he does make sure he uses his hand cream often in the winter time as his hands can get some calluses from constantly holding his sniper/equipment. Also makes sure his lips are always soft using balm (I mean have you seen how soft his lips look?!). I can totally see him as one of those boys that don't use anything on their face other than raw soap and water and yet they have perfect clear skin.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Of course, he depends on you and you depend on him. To Piers, you make his life more fuller, you make him hopeful for the future. He loves the emotional relationship you two have despite him at times being a little withdrawn (but don't worry, he's getting better at expressing his feelings). You're his light, his very soul.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Is a big big fan of knitted jumpers. Overall loves knitted things in general and gets cold very easily. Always has those fluffy socks on even in summer time (to your horror) but hey - at least you don't feel his cold toes in bed. If you know knitting/crochet, a hand made cardigan or scarf would bring tears to his eyes and you would never catch him without it. Will also proudly tell Chris at every single moment much to his annoyance.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like dishonesty at all, and will slightly hold a grudge unless you are sincere in his apology. He wants there to be no secrets between you two as he holds the bonds of trust to a high degree. Also is not willing to compromise if you don't get along with people he loves in his life (ahem ahem his captain). They mean a lot to him, and wouldn't be too keen if you didn't get along with them.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He drools cutely, and somehow ALWAYS gets on the side of your face. A regular habit of yours is now washing the pillows more than usual unless you want to sleep on his slobber (secretly you think it's cute). Along with the socks already mentioned, he definitely loves sleeping with a hot water bottle in the winter times and owns an electric blanket, much to your amusement.

#piers nivans #piers nivans alphabet #piers nivans hc #resident evil alphabet #resident evil 6 #resident evil hc #resident evil sfw #fluff #i love piers nivans #he is my baby #fuck capcom

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elihii · 1 month

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★ RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ★

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

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note: masterlist. some of these headcanons are about sex and that kind of topic. if you aren't comfortable with it, ignore this post. thank you!

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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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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.

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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?"

. . .

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.

. . .

"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.”

all content written by @puppyina ! do not repost, edit or plagiarise. requests are open for any past written characters.

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weskers-master · 10 months

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Stuff i forgot to mention in the prior “what music Wesker likes” post

GOTHIC. MUSIC. This music genre was growing exponentially in popularity in the 80s and 90s. It’s practically impossible he didn’t hear at least one darkwave/etherealwave song. Don’t question why i just know this much about music and who listens to what, i don’t know either. The gothic genres of darkwave and etherealwave are typically listened to by those who listen to other alternative genres as well so its likely that Wesker would.

Specific bands and artists i think he would like and my reasonings for some:

Queen: they’re just good. We all like Queen and you stupid if you don’t. Get offended.

The cure: do i need to explain? A proto-gothic band that made some hit songs, he has at LEAST heard of them

Depache mode: similar to the cure, he’s at least heard of them. Their music was and still is incredibly popular, even people outside the gothic and alternative scene have heard enjoy the silence.

Rammstein:i do believe he listens to metal, given my personality based assumption. Rammstein is a great stadium industrial metal band with a large following. Formed in the mid nineties, he has probably heard some of their music. I this he would definitely listen to was ich leiber

Beyoncé: she rose in popularity in the late nineties in destiny’s child and that mixed with the genre of music alone… i have already explained why i think he would listen to that. She gain her own following as time progressed and in certain he was involved in that fanbase.

Ninja sex party: HEAR ME OUT. We all have a comedy singer we like and i think he would like these guys, that is if he would have been alive to see it. Most of the music dose fall into 80s and 90s nostalgia type which would strike a chord with him most likely. They’re also very funny and some of their jokes are things i just think he would find funny. I know ots a stretch but hear. Me. Out.

AC/DC: once more, do i need to explain? Everyone, and i mean everyone agrees that they make good music and i think Wesker would too.

KISS: bro listens to “god gave rock and roll to you” and “i was made for loving you” as he drives to work. Change my mind.

Def lepard: a popular and great rock band from the 80s and 90s. Im hell bent he listens to them. They were extremely popular and even performed in the Freddy mercury memorial performance. They made many good song i think he would LOVE eg; photograph, love bites, women, rocket and kick.

#part 2 electric boogaloo #albert wesker #resident evil #wesker #resident evil hc #wesker hc #wesker simp and proud #wesker is defo a KISS enthusiast #the mastermind #wesker in all his dumb glory

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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.”

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