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so now that we all agree infinite darkness was kinda. bad. can i just say i wasn't very happy that they chose his re2r voice actor? if they're gonna make him look a whole lot older (even though he's like, what? 27?) they should've picked matthew mercer to voice him. or, make him look a little younger. the voice just didn't match to me and it honestly felt weird to watch.

don't get me wrong, i absolutely love his design and such. i just felt off about it even before it actually released.

Me fuckin' too

Leon is that you ?

Resident Evil: Infinite Darkness (2021)

yeah i like resident evil a normal amount

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This is so hot and kinky... ⊂(◉‿◉)つ

Happy Father’s Day

Pairing: ID! Leon S. Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Warning/s: 18+ SMUT MDNI, p in v, unprotected sex, BREEDING, rough sex, creampie, mating press, praising, cockwarming, lmk if i missed anything

Note: It’s father’s day and Leon is the only daddy I know 🤪 sorry this is probably unhinged I just had to write this out rq sorry if its short- and i just HAD TO USE THIS GIF BECAUSE DADDY– also my breeding kink going brrrrr

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

You and Leon were once again entangled on the bed. His muscles tensed under your every touch, breathing becoming uneven and the grunts falling from his lips and yours- along with the hot sloppy kisses you shared.

“Are you really this needy?” He jokes, a little breathless as he sat up on his knees while you were all splayed out in front of him, the sight making him want to bury his throbbing cock inside of you already.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you stared him as he knelt before you, light sweat drenching both of your bodies but the glow of the afternoon sun hitting him–

It made him look like a fucking god.

But you had something else in store.

The moment Leon’s cock finally sinks in your drenched cunt, both of you moan out in pleasure as Leon supported himself to hover above you, your legs simply locking around his waist as he fucks you in missionary.

“So needy… squeezing me so tight already..” He chuckled, those blue eyes of his never leaving your face as he studied you with every slow thrust he gave.

You bit your lip and laugh with a slight heat to your cheeks.

“I just missed you..” You whisper against him as he moved his hips at a gentle pace. It was killing you. You wanted him to hold you down and fuck you till next week but no– this time you’d take your time, especially with what you had in store.

Leon probably didn’t have a clue what day it is, nor did he even care to as he was buried deep in you, but you knew.

Father’s Day.

Of course the two of you had talked about kids before but with your busy jobs, especially his, it was hard to find time to actually try for one. The two of you had been married for about three years now, settled into your new home and whatnot.

But you’ve seen the way Leon would watch as you two simply walked down the street and he’d spot some parents in the park- or anywhere really- playing with their children, picking them up, witnessing them with the brightest look on their faces.

While Leon looked like he longed for something like that, now with you on the picture. He wanted to have a family, with none other than you. His wife. But his job was a pain in the ass.

You wrap your arms around Leon’s neck, grazing your lip against his skin as you left hot open mouthed kisses, making him groan and put his chest flush against you as his movements slowly began to increase, making you moan out his name, hands tugging on his hair as your eyes rolled back.

The feel of him throbbing and dragging in and out of your soaked walls only made you want it more. Your hands now snaked over his back, pushing his hips down further against you.

Leon felt you clench around him and he chuckled lowly. “God- you- fuck..” He couldn’t even finish his sentence because your cunt was pulling his cock in so deep.

“Shit..” He breathed out as he stared at you with a light furrow to his brows before his eyes closed shut momentarily. “I’m not gonna last long with you doing that- ah..”

That was the plan.

You moaned as his pace finally increased as he sat upright back on his knees, holding your legs apart as he snapped his hips against yours making your body jolt and his hand instantly reaching for your tits, cupping it with his hand and squeezing.

“So fucking beautiful.” He uttured underneath his breath as he went back to grab at your hips to steady himself as he pounds into you. Him lifting your hips up, making him hit a new angle that had you seeing stars and grasping at the sheets.

“Leon- oh fuck yes just like that.” You whine.

The way you were reacting to him as he fucks you never gets old. It was like the first time all over again and he grunted in response, working harder and pressing you against the mattress. His finger slipped in between your legs to rub against your clit.

“O-oh fuck..” You whine out, arching your back as Leon worked for both of your orgasm.

You almost get sidetracked as you could feel him already twitching inside you.

“I’m close sweetheart, need you to cum for me, yeah? I just need to feel you cum for me..” He whispered, leaning back down to lazily kiss you, tongues meeting sloppily as you moaned against the kiss.

You were close, he was too.

Your mind was already buzzing, eager to experience that high but you still had to act. “L-Leon- Leon..” You call out for him in between pants as you held onto his strong arms.

“Y-yeah sweetheart? Fuck I’m so close..” You hear him say but your next words stunned him.

“C-cum inside me..”

Leon’s hips stuttered as he stared at you wide, pupils dilated as he gripped a little too tight on your thighs. “H-huh what..?”

“P-please Leon..” You begged. “F-fill me up.. w-wanna have kids with you..” You were starting to get lost in the pleasure as you rambled on about having kids with him and you wanting him to stuff you full of his cum.

Leon’s brain buzzed and it felt like a switch had been turned on that had his nerves setting aflame as he let out almost a growl.

“Fuck, sweetheart..” He was still holding back from folding you and fucking you until you were dripping of him as he tried to gather himself. “Y-you want this? You want me to cum inside you? Fuck a baby into you? Holy- fuck- shit..” His mind was racing.

You couldn’t respond further but you tried as you nodded desperately. “Yes- Yes Leon!”

“Fuck- thank you sweetheart- gonna cum inside you-“ Leon couldn’t believe it- the tiredness was washed out of his body, replaced by the need to shoot his load in you, his eyes glued to your belly, his mind already engaged in scenarios of your baby bump growing and he lets out a loud grunt of exertion.

His newfound energy being put to good use as he suddenly lifted your legs up, folding you, his arms grasping at the back of your knees as he held you in place as you continued to clench around him.

“Thank you baby- fuck I’ve wanted this for so long..” he managed to groan out as he fucks even deeper inside you. “I’m gonna make you a fucking mommy- you’re gonna be so good…”

All you could do was moan out your replies as he talked to you that way, the coil in your stomach bound to snap. “Leon- I’m so close- p-please..”

“Hold on, sweetheart… wanna do it together..” he breathily says as he leaned down and captured your lips, you kissing back without thought.

“A-alright come on- let go for me sweetheart- fuck! I’m- ah fuck cumming!” He moaned in your ear as his whole body stilled, his thighs shaking a little as he finally came inside you, the feeling making him dizzy a little.

When it did, you cried out in pleasure as your body spasms against his. “Yes- oh yes..” You chant out along with his name as you held him close, rolling your eyes back as he twitched inside you, spilling the last of his hot ropes in your walls.

It took a while as Leon grunted in your ear, breathing out and leaving a kiss on your neck as he shuddered at the sudden sensitivity of his cock.

“That- thank you sweetheart..” He whispers, chuckling as he carefully tried to pull away but you shook your head and held him in place as you bought your legs down.

“O-oh? You want me to stay inside you..?” Leon asked, you really never failed to take his breath away.

With your mind clouded with pleasure, you nod and he shakes his head with a smile, brushing stray hairs away from your face as he was careful to lay beside you whilst keeping himself sheathed inside you as he lets you hike your leg around him. Both of you catching your breath and Leon still couldn’t believe what happened.

“Did you really mean that..?” He asks once his breathing calmed down as he looked at you intently. You blinked up at him and nod, leaning in and kissing his jaw as you snuggled against him, the feeling of being so full of him making you sigh in content. “Yes, I did..”

Leon broke out into a wide grin, sending a kiss to your forehead as he pulled you closer. It seemed like every worry slipped away from him in that moment at the thought of finally getting to have this with you. “You’re amazing..” was all he managed to say as he let his lips linger against your head.

Tiredness was seeping into you as your eyelids droop close, not without you saying one last thing to Leon.

“Happy father’s day, honey.”

what she wants - lsk|m PT.1

✠ what she wants ↳ let me teach ya

➶ pairing: ID! Leon S Kennedy x F! Reader ➶ genre: vague religious angst, fluff at some point, smutty smut smut ➶ Overall word count: 14.3K you count ➶ Chapters/length: 2 parts ➶ Content includes: strong language, bitchy posse, vague religious talk, virginity talk, uhhh ig that's it <3 ➶ Collab with @scariusaquarius just like ya'll asked <3 ➶ Song rec: Leon - The Japanese House

∆ -> pt.2

Another Monday, another workday.

Being a FOS agent was okay to an extent. You get to give a hand in missions from a safe distance while the soldiers went straight to action. You liked your job. It paid well, it got you to meet lots of new people, and it’s safe.

Yeah.

Safe.

In all honesty, all you’ve wanted was to join the action. You wanted to get your hands dirty. The urge to transfer departments was heavy on your shoulders, especially whenever DSO’s favourite top agent returns from his operations. Usually, your co-worker and childhood friend, Ingrid Hunnigan, would be his support on his missions. You’d sometimes peek over while she’s on a call with him and you’d see his face on the screen.

Leon always had such a sculpted face. His sky blue eyes were always sharp and perceptive. He had his way with words that made them seem thicker like honey but also drip like water. Smooth and strategic was your way of describing his attitude regarding work. Playful, smug and extremely arrogant when the time is right (and wrong), he tends to make jokes to lighten up the tension during a tough mission.

You met him during his mission to save the President’s daughter, Ashley Graham, from a cult in a rural part of Spain. You weren’t his support on the mission as you had other soldiers waiting on your information, but you guessed something was going terribly wrong that had Hunnigan leaving her post to physically check on whether the chopper was heading to his location or not. Then her coms began ringing and you had no choice but to answer. You were still an operation supporter; it’s your job to answer the agents.

“Hunnigan. How’s the chopper going?”

“Hunnigan left to check on the status of your escape.”

“Ah, a new face. And who are you, cutie?”

“Oh… Uhm, Y/N Y/L/N…”

“Y/L/N… Pretty name for a prettier girl.”

“Agent…”

“Kennedy. Leon Kennedy but you can call me anytime.”

“... I see now what Hunnigan meant.”

“So, you’ve talked about me, huh? I hope it’s only been the interesting stuff.”

Hunnigan returned and thanked you for taking over for a bit then updated Leon on the status of the chopper. But of course, cheeky Leon just wanted to be cheeky.

“Okay, heading over there now. When I’m back, I’d like to meet Y/L/N in person. Maybe over coffee if you’re into it?”

Hunnigan had to tiredly remind him he’s still on duty then gave you an exasperated look and you smiled nervously, going back to your post with a strange fluttering feeling in your stomach.

When Leon did return after sending Ashley home and being congratulated by the President himself, you were already opening your car door to drive home. It was close to eleven at night. He practically ran up to you, still holding that grin that was engraved in your mind when he called you pretty.

“Wow, you look prettier with your hair down.”

“Oh, uhm, thanks… Congratulations on your mission. I look forward to reading your report on it.”

“Well, I’m here now. Why don’t I tell you all about it over some coffee?”

“... Agent Kennedy-”

“Leon.”

“It’s eleven o’clock.”

“... So?”

God did he frustrate you but also intrigue you so bad. That was two years ago. Two years since you picked up his call through Hunnigan’s station.

Since that day, you and Leon had kept a flirty but professional relationship, having innocent chats when in passing or greeting each other when meeting in the breakrooms and Leon’s usually flirting whenever you would substitute Ingrid for his missions for whatever reason. Even though Leon seemed to have made it his personal mission to woo you, you had a tendency to just act ignorant or not even acknowledge his flirtations.

Leon was often thought of as being a stud around the DSO: all the ladies wanted him and all the men wanted to be him. He was the President’s Golden Boy, the G.I.Joe of the DSO, as the guys liked to joke. Leon Kennedy could have anybody he wanted…you were just another support agent.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

“Ingrid,” You asked, voice coming out muffled from behind your arm as you were leaning onto your desk with one finger pushing the rolling pencil slightly, “Do you think I’m weird?”

“In what sense?” Hunnigan asked, eyes set on her computer with her fingers tapping away on her keyboard, “Eating-mayonnaise-straight-out-of-the-tub weird or picking-your-nose weird?”

“Innie, you know what I mean!” You whined, looking over at her and she sighed exasperatedly.

“We agreed on not calling me that.” Hunnigan pointed out, glancing at you. She saw how deflated you seemed. You were in that state of mind again.

Frowning a little, she turned her head to face you, stopping her ministrations over the keyboard to actually pay attention to you.

“Is it about the virginity thing again?”

Your cheeks blazed up, eyes widening as you sat straight up to look around you to see if anyone was within the hearing range then back at her, “Do you want everyone to know?!”

Hunnigan rolled her eyes, “What everyone? They all are on their lunch break.” She retorted before humming, eyes peering at the clock behind her specs, “... Why aren’t we on our lunch break?”

“Because we forgot to get our food.” You muttered, returning to your usual position.

You were right about forgetting lunch but in all honesty, the fact you were still a virgin plaguing your mind, you weren’t really that hungry. It wasn’t that big of a deal to some but to you, it was huge.

Your family were very into being ‘pure’ and saving it till marriage. It sucked dicks because not only were you not in touch with them anymore but all your ex-partners never really found you appealing enough to have sex with you. Imagine going to the doctor’s office and being asked ‘are you sexually active’ only to say ‘no.’

The doctor didn’t pay mind to it but you could swear to God you saw their eyebrows shooting up for a split second as if they were thinking, ‘Sheesh, talk about Mother Mary.’

The more you stay ‘pure’, the more you feel your conservative mother being so utterly proud of you.

Yuck.

You hated it.

“I’ll get us something from the cantine. Hopefully, the croissants aren’t gone by now.” Hunnigan smiled slightly at you, opening her purse to get some bucks but still noticed you were a little upset. She rolled her chair towards your side, nudging yours to get your attention.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with you, okay?” Hunnigan spoke gently and your eyes turned to hers, “Being a virgin or not doesn’t define your worth or value. It’s just a stupid thing society constructed up.”

“A stupid thing that basically bullied me into thinking I’m going to start growing cobwebs down there since I was 17.” You huffed and she pursed her lips at your stubborn behaviour. She knew all about how you were stuck in the middle at a young age.

Your family wanted you to maintain abstinence and remain ‘clean’ for your future husband whilst society’s standards forced you to think you’ll end up alone when you reach a certain age and still be a virgin. Right now, all you wanted was to get rid of it once and for all.

Even though it doesn’t really exist. It being virginity.

But you’d do anything to be able to brag to your mother how many sex partners you’ve had and watch her wrinkly old face drop at her daughter who, and you’d quote, ‘disobeyed God and ruined your chance at matrimony.’

Hunnigan clicked her tongue at your words, “That’s scientifically impossible.”

You groaned at her way of lighting up the situation, shoving your face deeper into your arm and bringing the other to ruffle your hair in frustration, “Fuck, I’m going to die alone with a forever rusted vagina.”

Letting out a sigh, Hunnigan gently grabbed your arm in a comforting way to get you to look at her, “Y/N, there’s really no problem with being a virgin. No one is going to judge you for it… Other than your mother and your entire family… And the chapel…”

“You’re only saying that because you boned that hot secretary in the linguistics department.” You remarked then looked at her with narrowed eyes, “Is it because he knows how to speak French fluently?”

Hunnigan failed to suppress a small smile when you muttered to yourself, “Maybe I should learn a new language…”

She laughed a bit before shaking her head as she joked, “You’re hopeless.”

“That I am!” You replied in fake enthusiasm which received a chuckle from both of you.

Sure, you wanted to lose it and you also wanted it to be special. Your inner 18 self wanted to give it to someone special.

But who?

“If it isn’t my two favourite girls,” That smooth voice came in, the owner of it holding a cheeky grin along with two cups of coffee.

“Very professional, Leon.” Hunnigan gave him a look and stood up with her purse then rubbed your shoulder kindly, “I’ll be back in a moment.”

You and Leon watched her leave to the cantine before the agent turned to face you, seeing you sigh and rub your temples.

“Tough day?” He asked, offering you the cup of Joe which you took, relishing the warmth spreading into your hands.

“You could say that.” You vaguely answered, sipping from your drink, visibly relaxing at the taste of milk and sugar in it, “What about you?”

“The paperwork never seems to end,” Leon replied tiredly, leaning against your desk, “I finish one and five new ones pop up. At this point, I’m going to actively ask to be assigned for a mission.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, leaning back against your chair, “And what? Cry about having to deal with broken ribs again?”

“Hey,” He pointed at you with his blues firmly, “I did not cry about having broken ribs.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“A little.” You squeezed your thumb and index together for emphasis and he rolled his eyes though smiling.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” Leon asked before tilting his head at you a bit in a way that showed he deeply cared about you, “You clearly have something on your mind.”

I’ll never be dicked down and I’m one day away from finding cobwebs growing down there. That’s what’s on my mind. Dumb bitch.

You grumbled and shrugged as you took another gulp of your coffee, which burnt your tongue and you hissed, “Shit. Nothing I can’t handle.” You gave him a forced smile.

Like it was said, the relationship between you two was professional and a bit playful. Flirtatious if you will. Every topic was brief and on the surface, nothing too depressing and nothing too wild. But of course, Leon has the tendency of making it his entire own mission to get you to blush. You ignored it though for the sake of your own dignity.

Leon raised his brow at you slightly before asking, the ghost of a smirk playing a subtle symphony upon his lips.

"Think you could handle me?"

Your face went hot, eyes wide as you glanced over at him. There was a moment where you two simply gazed at each other before your lips parted slightly. You then simply deadpanned, voice almost devoid of any tone and emotion.

"What?"

Before Leon could repeat himself and elaborate, it seemed that Ingrid had come back again, interrupting the sudden silence within the room. She was holding two bags within her hands, smelling of hot and fresh food, and the woman seemed surprised to see Leon still within the room.

“Is that for me?”

Leon turned to the woman with a grin, but Ingrid just rolled her eyes before setting one of the bags in front of you, almost laughing at the way you lit up with glee.

“Not a chance. Seems that Michael brought in some home-cooked food for everyone. Apparently, his tia made too many tamales for their family gathering.”

You hummed, shaking your head as you opened the bag, mouth practically watering at the smell of the food sitting within a little to-go box.

“I’ll have to send him my regards. His tia makes amazing food.”

Leon’s lips twitched a little at your change from ‘holy-fuck-this-day-about-to-be-so-much-shittier’ to ‘food-food-food-FOOD-FOOD-’. Or you know, something of the sort. Shoving his hand into his pocket and picking up his coffee, he exhaled.

“Alright, I’m off. Eat well you two.” Leon said to both of you before landing his eyes on you with a subtle smirk, “See you around, cupcake.”

Hunnigan raised her eyebrows at him as he walked out then returned her eyes to you, seeing you digging into your food, nonchalantly. You felt her stare and looked at her, confused as to why she was staring.

“What?” You asked, voice coming out muffled with food.

“Cupcake?” Hunnigan repeated in a light playful but surprised tone and you rolled your eyes.

It was a silly nickname Leon came up with after that one time you brought homebaked cupcakes to the department. One of your female co-workers announced that she was expecting and mostly everyone the next day had brought a gift or two for her. You, having no idea what she really likes, chose to bake cupcakes in three different flavours; chocolate chipped, blueberries, and vanilla.

It actually surprised you a little that you used almond milk instead of whole milk. You usually use normal milk because that was in your fridge. Even Hunnigan pointed it out whilst on her second cupcake. The batch was gone in minutes that day and you saved one vanilla cake on your desk.

When Leon came in with your usual cup of coffee, you gave him the cupcake in return. And when he complimented your baking skills, it was then you realized.

You chose dairy-free milk to include him in the little celebration, despite being in a whole different department. Your mind had subconsciously reminded you of his lactose intolerance.

The nickname has stuck since then.

You swallowed down as she waited expectantly for your answer, “It’s nothing.” You replied before readying another bite, “You and I know how much of a flirt he is. He calls every girl that.”

“No. No, he doesn’t.” Hunnigan pointed out before opening the little food compartment, “I think it’s only you.”

She heard your silence loud and clear, setting down her fork, “Is there something you want to tell me?”

You didn’t dare to think about his advances on you more than a second of your day. It was literally self-torturous because that man is way out of your league. Or so you thought. What he’d want is an experienced girl and that’s it.

You weren’t that girl, in fact, all of your sexual information comes from fanfics you read in your free time and porn; though the latter isn’t all that reliable. Seriously, they’re telling you women scream over a dick and men don’t even utter a sound?

And when they do, it’s just a fucking Minecraft’s villager sound?

No fucking way. Pun not intended.

“Nope, none.” You shoved more of the yummy goodness into your mouth, “Eat your share or I’m having it.”

Hunnigan scoffed light-heartedly, shaking her head, “Alright, you’re going to be telling me either way.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Yes, you will.”

Yeah, you will. She’s your best friend, literally knows about you more than you know about yourself. But you’ll ponder about it when the moment comes, right now you were hungry.

A certain flavoured vegan cupcake doesn’t sound too bad right now though.

+++

Sighing slightly, you smiled slightly at Hunnigan as you stood up, brushing invisible dust from your pants.

“Well, I’m going to go to the break room and get more coffee.”

Hunnigan gave you a stern look, pointing the end of her pen at you as she spoke, shaking her head slightly in disapproval.

“You can’t deflect forever on me. Think about it. You know you can talk to me.”

You sighed before giving Hunnigan a soft but serious look.

“I know, Innie, but coffee.”

Hunnigan just shook her head, and you were quick to exit the room, shoulders sagging the moment you walked out and began your trek to the break room. When you made it into the breakroom, you spotted a couple of the older females that always hung together in a little posse when they were on their breaks.

They were all giggling together, talking with hushed voices as you walked to the coffee machine, and your ears perked when Janice, a youthful 36-year-old with hair as brown as chocolate spoke.

“I had my first time in the back of his car! It was so uncomfortable, but the guy was the star of the track team, so you know he made quick work of me.”

The girls all laughed softly and another one of the girls, a rookie that the group had taken a liking to, spoke proudly.

“My first time was with the captain of the football team and prom king, Jim Ghatson. We fucked on his parents' bed during his graduation party, and we’ve been together ever since.”

Oh god.

They were talking about their first-times. An image of cobwebs and rust entered your mind, and you made yourself as small as possible so the girls wouldn’t notice you as you tried to finish making your coffee as soon as you possibly could. However, your attempt seemed to be in vain when one of the women, a woman who you didn’t particularly care for, piped up.

“Hey, (Y/n), what was your first time like?”

“I’m sorry?”

You glanced over your shoulder, eyes slightly widening when you noticed all of the girls staring you down expectantly. Alarm bells were ringing so loudly that you swore your head was vibrating from the volume they were ringing at, and the woman tilted her head slightly, a conniving gleam within her icy eyes.

“You know, your first time having sex? What was it like?”

You gulped before turning away from the group, shaking your head.

“I really don’t think that’s appropriate to speak about while we’re on the clock.”

Janice shook her head, waving you off with a manicured hand that had some genuine-looking diamonds embedded into the matte-nude polish.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be a prude! We’re all women here.”

Your spine tingled uncomfortably, and you swore you could feel their stares burning holes into your head.

What could you tell them?

You swallowed thickly before you mumbled.

“I’m a virgin.”

“What? Speak up, honey.”

Janice spoke, sounding slightly irritated, and you shook your head slightly before saying much clearer, taking a sip of your finished coffee.

“I don’t have a ‘first time' to speak about. I’m a virgin.”

The girls became quiet before the rookie began to laugh, making your heart sink straight into your stomach.

“There’s no way. Aren’t you like 25 or something?”

“I’m 27, actually -”

The rookie cut you off again as she spoke, voice sounding condescending as the group giggled around her cruel words.

“- Oh my god, you’re 27 and you’ve never had sex? That’s terrible. What, were you like… Fat or something in high school?”

You recoiled slightly and Janice hushed the rookie, snickering.

“Shh, she could just be super religious… But even so, you’d probably be better off in a nunnery at this point.”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself when the eldest of the group, a 40-year-old married woman named Rose, spoke up with a malicious little grin on her perfect red lips.

“Oh, Janice, you might be right. A man isn’t going to want an inexperienced 27-year-old virgin in his bed. He’ll want to be with a real woman who actually knows what she’s doing.”

Your ears had run hot, nostrils flaring, and though there was a part of you that wanted to throw your coffee into their faces, you weren’t exactly ready to get fired from your job. Instead, you just wordlessly walked away from them, trying not to let their words get to you as you sped out of the breakroom.

This was exactly what you had feared. Why did you even bother saying anything to them and telling them? Next thing you knew, this was going to get out to everyone in the facility. Everyone was going to know about your inexperience by the end of the day, knowing the girls. They weren’t exactly known for their silence and ability to refrain from starting rumours and gossip within the facility.

Oh god, what if Leon found out? He’d never want to be with you. Though, who were you kidding…Leon would never want to be with someone like you in the first place. He was a natural flirt. There was no way Leon would ever want to be with you, let alone an inexperienced 27-year-old virgin, as Rose had put it.

Tears filled your eyes, and you sniffled loudly before gasping as you ran into a hard body, almost tripping before warm and large hands steadied you.

“Whoa, careful there, cupcake… Don’t wanna fall too hard for me, do you?”

Leon.

Oh god.

Why was the universe working against you so hard today? What had you done to deserve such an ill pattern of events? You couldn’t even speak to the man, just stepping out of his grasp before speeding down the hallway towards the restrooms to hide, and you missed the look of concern that Leon had thrown your way.

As Leon watched you walk down the hallway and detour into the women’s restroom, the man blinked almost owlishly. Was it what he had said? Maybe you were just having a bit of a bad day, but if so, then why? What had happened? Leon shook his head slightly before walking into the breakroom to find a group of women that were known to start trouble within the departments.

Leon noticed a forgotten cup of coffee, the one he had given you, and he frowned as he approached the counter to make himself another cup and grab your forgotten coffee as the women snickered among themselves as they gossiped and whispered with each other (though, he could tell they weren’t trying to be quiet).

“Can you actually believe she’s never had sex before? 27 and never had a man in her bed!”

“Seriously. It’s kind of embarrassing, really.”

Leon couldn’t help but roll his eyes, shaking his head slightly before he tensed at the next words that came tumbling out of the group's mouth.

“Are you surprised? This is (Y/n) (L/n) that we’re talking about. Who would want to be with such an airhead like her?”

Leon turned, his blue eyes hard set on the group as the women laughed together.

“Aren’t you four supposed to be working instead of lazing about?”

Janice sat upright, her eyes wide as the group finally seemed to notice his presence within the breakroom.

“Agent Kennedy! We didn’t see you there. We’re still on break, actually.”

Leon’s eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms.

“Really? Because I came in here when Michael brought in the food over 30 minutes ago. I didn’t realize all four of you were given extended breaks. I’d suggest you four get back to work or I’ll have to talk to Ingrid about putting your files under review.”

Leon was quick to turn away as the women gasped, and he huffed. Really, Leon was probably being a bit too harsh...but then again, he didn’t exactly care for the group either. They were nothing but trouble, the Mean Girls of the DSO, and honestly?

They were shit agents too.

Leon debated on bringing you your forgotten coffee, but if Leon knew you any better, he had to guess that you were most likely taking a moment within the restroom still. Instead, Leon entered the office where Ingrid was still sitting, munching on one of the tamales.

“Sorry, Leon, but (Y/n) isn’t back yet.”

“What, you don’t think I’d want to see you too?”

Ingrid rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she turned back to her computer screen, replying sharply.

“Unbelievable.”

“I’m just kidding. (Y/n) forgot her coffee in the break room… Also, I need to ask a favour of you.”

Leon set down your coffee in front of your computer before giving Ingrid a serious look as the woman looked up at him, quirking an eyebrow up at him.

“Wouldn’t be the first one of many. What do you need?”

Leon crossed his arms, pursing his lips slightly as he huffed.

“I need you to place some agents under review. Seems there’s a conflict-of-interest with the group and the DSO.”

Ingrid’s eyebrows flew up, and she immediately began to write down the names that Leon recited to her as she nodded.

“Well, I can’t say that I’m surprised, but I’m surprised this is coming from you. Did they finally manage to piss you off?”

Leon shrugged his left shoulder, tilting his head slightly before he straightened up to take his leave.

“You can say that. Thanks, Hunnigan. Also... Don’t say anything to (Y/n), okay?”

Ingrid frowned suspiciously, but before she could inquire more from the agent, Leon had left already, shutting the door quickly but quietly, and it wasn’t long before you came back into the room, shoulders sagged in defeat. You looked upset, and Ingrid began to connect the dots.

“I take it that your coffee refill didn’t go according to plan?”

You sighed brokenly before you gasped, eyes wide.

“Oh no, my coffee! Innie, I left my coffee... I’m so doomed.”

Ingrid shook her head, taking a sip of her own beverage before pointing to your coffee with a raised brow as she watched you crumble within your seat, head in your hands.

“One, you aren’t doomed, (Y/n). Two, you really gotta stop calling me that. Three, your coffee is sitting right there.”

You slowly looked up, and there was your coffee. But how did your drink get here in the office? Your lip trembled, and Ingrid asked you with a concerned look, placing a hand on your shoulder as you sniffled.

“(Y/n), are you alright?”

You shook your head, whimpering as you brought your knees to your chest.

“I’m a damn idiot. Now the whole DSO is going to know about my coochie harbouring cobwebs and rust.”

Was this about the agents that Leon had wanted to be put under review without your knowing? What had happened in the breakroom while you had gone to get your coffee?

Ingrid sighed before she shook her head.

“(Y/n), I can assure you that nobody is going to know about you being a virgin, and even if they did, it isn’t uncommon at all nor is it something to be ashamed about. Your virginity is your business, and if anybody disagrees with that, then they aren’t worthy of your time.”

You bit your lip, brows furrowing as you whispered softly and shook your head.

“But Rose was right. Nobody is going to want an inexperienced 27-year-old in their bed.”

Ingrid’s shoulders tensed, and she muttered to herself.

“Unbelievable. (Y/n), that woman’s been through three divorces and has five kids that don’t even like her. That woman is as bitter as it gets. Don’t take her word for anything just because she’s mad she can’t keep a faithful husband on her arm.”

Your eyes widened as Ingrid seemed to snap, and you sniffled before poking her arm softly.

“You should get mad more often.”

You giggled when Ingrid glared at you before she huffed and smiled at you, happy to see a bit of light return to your eyes.

“Well, don’t mess with my favourite agent, and I won’t be so inclined to be nasty. Anyway, you should drink your coffee and get something more to eat. It’ll make you feel better.”

You nodded before you sighed and glanced at Ingrid, asking her softly.

“Do you…really mean what you said? You really think nobody would really care if the news spread around the DSO?”

Ingrid answered bluntly, her hands moving like lightning across her keyboard as she typed.

“I know they wouldn’t. It really isn’t uncommon at all. People keep their virginity for many reasons, not just because of religious status or because they want to give it to a special person.”

You nodded before you sighed, shaking your head before cracking your knuckles and taking a warm tamale from the to-go box and chowing down on it as you sat straighter in your seat.

Ingrid glanced at you from the top of her laptop, submitting her ‘Under Review’ reports for the agents Leon had reported to her, and she smiled when you got a determined look in your eyes.

“Okay. Let’s get the reports done.”

pairing: leon s. kennedy / fem! reader ( infinite darkness au )

synopsis: after the incident with the infected rats, everything went back to normal except your temper. leon comically finds a way to make up for it by messing with you, or perhaps teasing you.

word count: 1.2k

tags: no use of “y/n”, strong language, mention of death/gore, +18! sex w/ plot? (teasing, mini-angst, intense make-out session, leon is comical, idk lol) MINORS DNI!

🧩 — Sickening Foolery

Tch. That damn man. Him and his massive ego. Leon Scott Kennedy, he is somewhat humorous but God, at such wrong times.

Can’t believe he tried cracking up a joke while you almost died from a swarm of zombie-rats. Not to mention him electrifying the whole ground without giving any warning.

Such a wrong time, you’ll show him what’s funny.

“Hey, Honey..” Leon called out, making you turn your head to him. His arms were folded together while leaning against the wall. He also had this stern look on his face, making you wonder.

“Yeah?” You called back, wondering why he suddenly calls you these nicknames with such a serious face.

He walked to where you were sitting and sat across from you, his eyes piercing yours.

“I’ve been noticing this for a while now. You have been zoning out for at least a good 15 minutes throughout this whole mission. Is everything okay?”

Of course everything’s NOT okay, you almost got killed from the zombie-rat incident.

“Uhh.. Yeah. Everything’s fine, I just wonder why you didn’t give me a warning back where we saw those rats.” You said, sarcastically. Clearly you were ticked off about almost dying.

Leon just stared at you, both in confusion and in a cool-playful way. Finally confessing why you were “zoning out”.

His staring made you uncomfortable, but you kept your guard up.

That’s when Leon chuckled, that made you confused and nearly pissed. “What’s so fucking funny?” You coldly stated, glaring at him.

“Nothing, it’s just…” He sighed. “Princess. You’re zoning out because of that? Do you think zombies give you a warning before eating you?” Leon smirked, he leaned back in the chair proudly waiting for your response.

What an example. “Are you serious..? Are you a zombie, Leon? Or are you stupid?” You snarled, mocking his movements with confidence.

That made him stop smirking. “Me? Stupid? Please, I made a good choice and you know that. If I hadn’t broken those wires, we would’ve been rat food.” Leon exclaimed, leaning closer to you.

Folding his arms once again.

This man speaks so highly of himself, it’s almost pathetic. But also attractive, to be honest.

“Tch. Whatever.” You muttered.

You looked away from him, looking at him is already embarrassing since he made a good point.

But still, he laughed at you. And you aren’t letting that slide.

“You didn’t have to laugh at me, there was no reason in laughing at me almost getting electrocuted by you—”

Of course Leon cut you off, “Can we not talk about this? I wasn’t laughing—” You interrupted him, “Oh, but you were! Stop fucking lying for Christ’s sake!” You yelled at him, slamming your hands on the table.

“I heard you laugh, I even saw it with my own fucking eyes!” Glaring at him, you clench your jaw and your fists. He really tried denying it right in front of your face, and it pisses you off.

Averting your eyes from Leon, you try focusing on your breathing to cool down.

Suddenly, you felt warm gloves against your hands. Looking down, you saw Leon massaging your hand as if he was trying to calm you down.

“Damn. You’re kinda scary when your mad like this, sweetheart.” He smirked at you, looking at both your eyes and your lips.

“Shut it, Kennedy.” You quietly snapped at him. Rolling your eyes at his cockiness.

You’re so cranky at him, he’s almost intimidated. The more his head tilted, the more his smirk grew.

“I think I know how to calm you down.” He spoke lowly, his eyes getting a bit dark. Hell no, don’t tell me this man is horny from getting yelled at.

“Don’t tell me…” You grimaced, moving your hands away from his.

Leon leaned even closer, practically at the tip your nose. “Let me help you, princess.” He moved one of his hands to lock around yours. The eye contact he had was so strong, you had to look away.

As you thought about it, you’re kind of tired of being annoyed most of the time. Why not give it a go? It wouldn’t hurt to try it out a bit, would it?

Clicking your tongue, you replied quietly. “How are you gonna help me..?” Your eyes were lost in his, and of course he winked at you.

“Let’s take this somewhere a little less public, yeah?” Leon cupped your face with his hand, his eyes were filled with passion and affection.

It made you feel special.

God, that look in his eyes. How could you reject his requests? Leon might sometimes think highly of himself, but he would always put your safety first because he cares about you.

You held his hand and entered a nearby bathroom. Once the doors were closed, he started kissing you like no other.

He held your face so gently, it was almost like he was afraid so crush you with his own hands.

He might crush you with something else, though.

Leon’s kisses were so soft and passionate, you’ve never felt so special and needed until now.

That’s when his kisses went a little too overboard, aggressive and sloppy. His hands went down to your hips, squeezing the area while pressing his body against yours.

While both of your bodies were practically glued together, he kept pushing you backwards eventually leading you on the edge of the sink.

That’s when he got a hold of your legs and put them around his waist, picking you up and letting you sit on the sink.

You eventually pulled away to get air, heavily breathing against his lips. Leon moved away for a second to the bathroom door, locking it and heading back to you.

“Do you want this, baby? We can stop if you’d like.” He whispered against your lips while having a hold on your hips.

“I’ll manage. I never wanted you to stop, anyway.” You whispered back, giving him sweet kisses while looping your arms around his neck.

Leon somehow liked the way you tease, the proof shown in his now painfully tight pants.

He then moved his body closer to you more than before, kissing you from the neck-down.

While kissing and sucking on your neck, Leon started to unbutton your shirt slowly. He wanted to have this in his memory, he wants to remember how much he has pleasured you.

Whining against him, Leon moves your shirt aside while kissing your collarbone, sucking at the exposed flesh.

He then reaches behind you, and had a grip of your bra. Right when he was about to take them off, he suddenly stopped.

That left you in confusion. When you looked down at him, you noticed his stupidly menacing smirk.

“I just remembered we have to get going on our mission. We don’t want anybody getting suspicious of us, do we, baby?” He said lowly while chuckling.

That is so embarrassing, get played like that. “Leon fucking Kennedy. I hope you’re not being deadass right now.” You gripped your shirt that was placed on the side of the sink.

“It’s the truth. We can finish this some other time, maybe when we complete this mission.” He grinned, partially laughing.

At you.

He cannot be serious, all that time wasted. “Leon. Are you fucking kidding?! You’re just going to leave?” Especially with his excitement displayed on his pants.

That’s when he unlocked the bathroom door, still having that shit-eating grin on his face. “You’ll manage. Don’t take too long, I’ll be waiting for you, sweetheart.” Leon winked at you.

And just like that, he left. He fucking left.

While he was walking away from the bathroom, he heard a faint, distressed yell.

“Goddamn you, Leon!”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  ⇢ ˗ˏˋ playlists.

the whole series

🧩 — available on spotify (70)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  ⇢ ˗ˏˋ leon scott kennedy.

oneshots

🧩 — sickening foolery (1.2k)

after the incident with the infected rats, everything went back to normal except your temper. leon comically finds a way to make up for it by messing with you, or perhaps teasing you.

"Nope."

Universe: sorry, but no 😂

No seriously I could write a fully fledged essay about this. Apparently the books (the canon ones) are better with it? Like, okay Chris and Leon **had** drinking issues... but that's it?? Jill's scars from re5 literally are no where to be seen. Chris is in nearly every main Resident Evil game and he's just fucking chill?? Okay.

Can we talk about how trauma is represented in the resident evil franchise?

Or, more accurately, the lack of it?

In both the (animated) movies/shows and the games themselves, it doesn't really feel like they're showing much trauma to literally surviving multiple zombie outbreaks.

Leon, for example. I feel like he would've had much stronger PTSD considering everything he's been through and how old he was when it all started. Claire and Chris as well.

Idk they seem... relaxed to me. They all seem far too casual considering raccoon city was blown up by the government for having an outbreak of zombies which they also then proceeded to cover up. And all that shit in Spain. And the mere implications of Nemesis' existence and how that would've severely fucked with Jill and Carlos' mental health. And then just everything that happened in vendetta and ID (haven't watched DI yet to make a comment on it). It's a lot and they all just seem so accepting and "meh" about it afterwards??

And yeah, sure, Leon has a drinking problem in Vendetta. But again, that's not really an appropriate amount of response to everything.

They seem so healthy and mentally fine after all these multiple events and it just struck me as odd. Hope it's not just me who thinks this 🥲

(twirling hair) (batting lashes) (crossing legs) claire fic u say…

HAII EMMY HEHE!!

yesyes! i'm between names right now but it's either gonna be called sweater weather or me, you, and a cup of coffee— that's all I need!!

erm yeah! tags r hurt/comfort, wlw, soft smut (I think), claire has anxiety & maybe depression, reader is a sweetheart, flashbacks, fluff, and yeh maybe more:).

I love ID!claire so obviously I'm writing about her post-id:)!!! its just about 1k words as of right now... YEAH SORRY I'M YAPPING 😞. anyone who wants me to tag them then dm me hehe

Me, You, & Coffee- That's all I need!

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1.2k words

claire redfield x fem!reader

tropes: f/f , hurt / comfort , wlw , claire probably has depression or atleast anxiety , angst , fluff , fall fic , love , happy ending , suggested smut

note: hehe my first fic!!! so scary.... rb/likes are appriciated!!! huge thanks to @/vaaaaaiolet for proof reading this!

tags: @rigorwhoring @vaaaaaiolet @angelstargel

The cold air nips at your cheeks, giving them a red hue. Leaves blow around your feet, and the shout of the coffee shop bell rings as you leave. Your chai latte sits in your mouth as you treasure the flavor, deep in thought. Claire hasn’t joined you today or any time since you last got home. You can’t blame her. 

After her mission a few weeks prior, she hasn’t been acting like herself.

You had come home to your girlfriend with a broken arm, not a scene you expected to return to. She had calmed your concerns yet never stopped working, only making an exception for sleep. 

Now, as you gently knock on her office door, Claire mumbles a soft invitation. Her hair, the same color as her bloodshot eyes, was messy. She had been wearing the same red tank top for a week now. Her eyes never diverted from the screen or her bulletin board. You weren’t even sure she knew you were here. Should you call out her name again? 

“I, uh, got your coffee for you, Babe.” You place a gentle hand on her back and kiss her head.

Your heart aches for her. Almost all her hair had fallen out of her ponytail. As you set down her coffee, she smiles and grabs your hand before pressing a soft kiss into the back. You smile at the tenderness before realizing she is continuing to do her dead, thousand-yard stare. As your smile faltered, you noticed small things that had changed in her appearance recently. Her freckled skin had gotten more pale, and her makeup looked old. These small details pushed you over the edge.

“Claire, are you okay?” You crouch to her side. She nods, humming quickly. “You… you look pretty zoned out.” 

Claire keeps her distant look, the one you’ve become oh-so-accustomed to when she comes home from a grueling mission. Claire begins to divert her eyes from looking at the floor. When did she start looking there?

“Claire? Baby?”

She blinks. How long was she zoned out for? Claire pushes her hair back and wipes her palms on her black jeans, the soft denim brushing against her pale skin. 

“Yes, sorry.” She blinks to register what happened in the minute she was zoned out, meeting your concerned look. “Sorry. One more time?” She quickly glances at her work before giving you her undivided attention, clearing her voice.

“I was just saying I got coffee for you,” you repeat with a nervous smile and tensed brows. The small sympathetic act was enough to bloom a smile on Claire’s face.

“Oh. Thanks, sweetheart.” She replies, a faint smile on her face. 

You nod. You can tell that Claire noticed your concerned expression because she furrows her brows and fights off a scoff. 

“You don’t have to be worried about me or anything like that,” she snaps. 

“I’m just…” The words die in your throat. 

The redhead knows her outburst was unneeded, a small guilty expression forming on her face. Lingering eyes make Claire have a migraine. 

A sigh claws its way through your throat. “I’m gonna make lunch,” you manage to shove out, “If you want some.”

Claire nods awkwardly. “Okay.” She looks at you until you look away, then disappears into her work again.

Wobbling into your humble abode, expecting to see Claire waiting for you, you moaned in pain. The lack of your girlfriend proved you incorrect. You knew she had returned from her mission, but maybe she hadn’t? Fear flooded your body as you heard a noise from Claire’s study. 

You pulled out your gun, opening the door to see your beloved girlfriend attempting to work with one hand in a cast.

Before you get the chance to say anything she groans and gets up, revealing herself to you.

“Hey, you’re home!” The redhead smiled, going to hug you as best as possible. 

Her skin felt freezing! She had been wearing a tank top and underwear with the window open on a cold autumn night. You watch as guilt drains into her face.

You blinked at her red sling. “What happened to your arm, babe?” 

A sigh came from her throat. “I, uh. Kinda got thrown into a wall.”

The color quickly drained from your face. “You what?” was the only thing you could mutter out.

“I’m fine now, don’t worry. It's just inconvenient.” 

You bit your tongue. Your reflection appears in Claire’s red spectacles. Your nose is bruised and stained red from blood.

“Do you want to go take a bath? Or shower?” you prompt, both of your usual healing methods after missions. 

Claire rubbed her eyes, clearly overworked. “No, it’s fine. I have some work to finish anyway. Maybe tomorrow?” Worry had bubbled into your chest. 

You hadn’t given it much thought, to your dismay now. Dread had eaten you up. As you stare at Claire now, your throat closes up. Jerking awake, you immediately notice the cold bed.

You manage to get Claire out of the house with the promise of a:

“Coffee/Study Date?” She furrows her eyebrows. 

“Yeah! It’ll be fun.” You chirp back.

The cold air nips at both yours and Claire’s cheeks, giving them a red hue. Leaves blow around your feet, and the shout of the coffee shop bell rings as you leave, connected by your shared scarf and tightly clasped hands.

The two of you sip on the costly coffee you had purchased to make her smile. There was a cartoon character on top drawn in creamer.

As Claire sips her coffee, the wind blows stronger, blowing cream onto her nose. She looks up at you with a sad expression before back down at her coffee. A small giggle expels from your lips at the sight. Claire glares at you.

“Don’t laugh. I spilled my coffee.” Claire whines, leaning into you and bunching up your scarf. “My latte art!” She frowns and complains jokingly. You know you’d buy her a new one in a heartbeat if she asked.

You coo and kiss her on the cheek for condolence, “You’ll survive.” 

Claire laughs, This is the biggest (read: only) smile you’ve seen from her since you got back. She squeezes your hand softly three times. Warmth trickles into your chest, temporarily battling the cold outside. You hum tenderly.

You try to ignore her paranoia, constantly checking your surroundings and flinching. 

Sniffling fills your ears and concern is etched onto your face. Her big, blue eyes look at you, beginning to water slightly. You grab her coffee and set it down on a bench nearby before engulfing her in your arms.

“Hey, hey,” your voice softens, “what's wrong, baby?” 

Claire sniffles in response. She grabs onto you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go.

You can’t find words. With precision and gentleness, you redirect the two of you to the bench with her coffee. Her voice trembles and breaks along with the facade of the strong, independent woman you know so well.

 “‘M so, so sorry.” Claire sobs into your shoulder, tears dribbling down your scarf.

Your hand goes to her back to rub it softly. “You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. I need you to talk to me, though.”

“This mission was supposed to be easy. I just needed to build schools and hospitals. But then I discovered more and dug myself farther into this shitty hole I made. I feel like I dug myself into my own grave.” You listen and hold your girlfriend as she cries. “And then when I got home I just have this… this urge to finish it. And then I started to stop acting like myself and I ruined everything we had and I-” 

You look at her, hot tears rolling down her ruby-red cheeks. “You didn’t ruin anything, baby. But I’m gonna need you to take a few deep breaths for me.” Your hand snakes its way up Claire’s frame to cup her face. Shaky breaths make themselves noticed. You ignore all the weird looks and flip people off.

Claire whispers, barely audible over the rustle of trees. “I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention.” 

“Don’t be. I knew you were going through something. It’s not an excuse, but I knew it was out of character. I’m not mad. As long as I have our coffee dates I'm fine.” Your calm, gentle voice and small giggle lull her into a reassured space. 

“I’ll take you on a fancy date. Maybe give you some special dessert after.” Claire teases, and it is then you realize you are in for a long night.

However, it’s the first time in a long while that your bed is warm, and you know it will stay that way.

note: HAII!! if anyone has tips on formatting lmk cause this is the first time I've really done it! i mainly used ao3 before this. thank you for reading and again thank you SO much to vivi for proofreading:)

can I ship Mia and Claire or will I die

Honestly I agree with this. It makes sense, Leon isnt trying to be an asshole to Claire or anyone he is trying to protect them from the Government will do if gets out.

I feel like most people completely missed the ending of Infinite Darkness- Leon doesn’t refuse to give Claire the chip because he’s an asshole siding with the government, he’s trying to protect her. That was one of the subtle themes in this show. They had the “when are you going to stop treating me like a kid” “don’t do anything stupid” exchange at the beginning of this series. Leon literally gives a whole speech to Jason about how you “can’t save a country if you don’t give a damn about the people in it” referring to what they did to Raccoon City… of course he’s not going to side with the government- the same government that threatened him into joining them let’s not forget. Leon tells Shenmei that the government will go after her if she released the information on the chip, that applies to Claire too. He’s not trying to be a dick or cover things up, he’s trying to protect Claire because he knows all too well how far the government is willing to go to save their own asses.  

Also, the story was left open-ended. It’s a series, and we don’t know if there’s a s2 happening yet. We are getting a tie-in comic series starting next month, so there’s more to the story here. Keep in mind we don’t know what Leon did with the chip. He could’ve given it to someone else to leak for all we know. 

It really was

The best part of Resident Evil Infinite Darkness no I will not be taking criticism

Leon’s first love was a rocket launcher and you can’t convince me otherwise

just Leon saying ‘Hey Sexy’. you are welcome.

Not tagged but I had to

Leon S Kennedy: Resident Evil 2, 4, 6, Infinite Darkness, vendetta. (Any Leon really)

Steve Harrington: Stranger Things

Danny ‘Jed’ Olsen: Dead by Daylight

Talbot Grimes: Dead By Daylight

Parker: Resident Evil Revelations

Bonus:

Chris Redfield: Resident Evil (any Chris tbh)

Quentin Smith: ANOES remake and Dead By Daylight

John Hancock: Fallout 4

Paladin Danse: Fallout 4

Glaz: Rainbow Six Siege

RULES: POST YOUR TOP FIVE FAVOURITE COMFORT CHARACTERS

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1. nathan scott - one tree hill

2. isak valtersen - skam

3. marcus baker - ginny and georgia

4. alec lightwood - shadowhunters

5. simon spier - love, simon

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