eshajun

Leon Kennedy Whump Enthusiast My AO3: eshajun Currently writing: Through the Veil Echo of a Hollow Man

[inkribbonstudios]

Well, I'm sure you boys didn't come all the way out here to roast marshmallows. 

[eshajun]

He's the only Leon Kennedy I'll always write whump fics about. 🙈

[cardiaccadillac]

Always finding a reason for Leon to need medical attention.

[brilcrist]

*𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒔*

and Chris being a strong, reliable and worried husband just mend my soul🥹🫶🏻💕

[comabite]

Got any fight in ya?🩸

— C0MMS OPEN!!

[polariiiiis09]

Leon was captured?!?!

[eshajun]

“My God, will you just... hold still for a sec?” Chris snapped, his fingers quivering around the firmly held tweezers as he desperately tried to grasp the glass shard wedged inside the apple of Leon’s left cheek. “I swear you act like a toddler sometimes.”     The washed-out sodium streetlights stood like lifeless knights while a sudden squall swept through the unfeeling air. Wet asphalt shimmered beneath the ghostly luminescence shrouding the alleyway in an eerie ambiance outside the frivolous bar they had just left in a hurry.

Chris’s brows were nearly fused together. His eyes twitched with irritation, the furious flare of the flashlight Leon held directly in his face fed the already raving anger under his skin.     His eyes swept across Leon’s face for any missed cuts while his left hand cradled Leon’s cheek, fingers softly threaded through the disheveled strands hindering his focus. The howling wind skimmed past them in sharp bursts, watering their eyes along the way.

Leon flinched and shifted slightly when the tweezers finally found their mark, his face wincing with pain as the shard was beginning to tug free.     “Well easy there, doc. Kinda still need my pretty face to charm the zombies,” he purred in a playful tone, the words brimming with enough wit to pull a hesitant smile onto Chris’s lips.     “You should’ve thought about that before you decided to knock the guy’s teeth out,” Chris retorted, the broken piece finally coaxing out with a sharp yank that punctuated his words.

He dropped the fragment of the beer bottle aside and plucked the iodine-soaked cotton ball he had prepared earlier with the tweezers. Focusing on cleaning the abrasions peppering Leon’s face, he braced himself for what he already knew his boyfriend was going to say in his defense.     “He called you a fag, Chris,” Leon muttered with resignation. His low voice coiled around Chris’s heart like a vice and disrupted the careful fingers working over the wounds. “I can... forgive people who don’t know any better. But the hatred in his eyes...” He exhaled sharply through his nose. “Guess I’ve got a short fuse after all when it comes to you... Ow! Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he snarled, his eyes crinkling from the sizzling pain coursing through his raw nerves.     “Cry me a river, will you?” Chris replied as he rolled his eyes, his voice coarse but steady. He shut the first aid box resting atop Leon’s motorbike seat, one he had instinctively grabbed on the way out. He sighed, checking the bandages one more time to make sure they were holding properly. “I’ve seen you walk off worse injuries in the field after patching yourself up with a damn first aid spray.”     Before Leon could open his mouth to defend himself, Chris seized his jacket collar and tugged him closer until their faces nearly brushed. Leon’s back pressed against his bike seat as he leaned into the hold, lowering the flashlight to accommodate his grip on the love of his life.     “Or maybe...” Chris murmured, his tone lowering into a smooth rhythm, “you’re just putting on a show to get something out of it?”     Leon smiled cheekily, his face contorting from the sharp pull of the dressed lacerations rekindling the forgotten ache. His breath grew heavier, mirroring Chris’s warm exhales fogging the cold air between them. He shivered when he felt Chris’s arms settle around his torso, slowly sliding over his clothes until he found himself snuggled against the warmth of Chris’s chest, filled with nothing but love.     “Well...” Leon whispered, realizing Chris’s attempt to change the subject had worked after all. He allowed himself to melt into his hold as he momentarily forgot the ugly prejudice that would always loom over their relationship. “Maybe a kiss would shut me up.”     The sudden, chilly shower rattled their cores, yet failed to invoke a shudder while their lips dissolved into each other. The night sky kept its distance, as though granting them room to breathe, while the stagnant space lost its ability to disturb the silence wrapped around them. The two men let their guards fall away, unspoken desire igniting the passion they had kept hidden deep within the walls built around them.     Their hold around each other only grew stronger as the moments slipped by. The insatiable thirst to become one left them desperate for air between hungry kisses, blurring the world around them into nothingness.     And tonight, not even the beginning of the apocalypse could pull them apart. 

[eshajun]

Yes, he's all that... 🌟🤩

[defire]

smth smth recovering whumpees that deflect everything with humor 🤔 avoiding all of their issues with jokes because thats the only way they know how to cope 🤔🤔

Love this XD because they can be genuinely funny but it's also tragic. I have some related ideas!

Whumpees with humor

Content: environmental whump, whipping, defiant whumpee, burn, guilt trip, cane, mild sexual connotations, PTSD

"You should've seen the other guy." "It was a tornado, not a competition"

"That's another five lashes." "Why is it always five with you? Favorite number or something?"

"Where'd you get that scar?" "Fight with a bear." "... it's a burn scar." "Oh. You can tell? Yeah, it had very... hot claws."

"Hiding it with humor isn't going to work---" "Oh, it works." They grin at caretaker. And keep on grinning until caretaker gets exasperated

Saying "that's fine, I'll just go back to whumper" every time caretaker gets even mildly upset toward whumpee

"I don't know whumper, have you even heard of positive reinforcement? Why's it always gotta be the cane?"

Forced to kneel and--- "Step on me daddy"

"What's going on whumpee, you look like a deer in the headlights. Flashback?" Whumpee forces a smile over the terror in their eyes as they look up at caretaker. "Good old days. Fun times."

"It's okay. You can talk about your feelings." Whumpee shakes their head and points at their temple. "You wouldn't want to hear all this kinky shit I got goin' up in here..."

[eshajun]

Leon Kennedy whump core 🥺

[victimeyez]

Something really amazing about the whump community is that all or most of us spent a lot of our lives thinking we were alone in loving whump, only to discover an entire community of people who understand and SHARE that interest!

Like there was this feeling of isolation and otherness that we all dealt with because of it and then boom, one day you stumble into this community and boom, you’re not alone!

And it’s so cool and so wonderful to get to enjoy this kind of content with other people who don’t judge you the way you feared always feared people would. You just get to be open and honest about your enjoyment with other people who get it.

Honestly, so much love for the whump community. 🤍🤍🤍

[shuohuahenlei]

三百六十度旋转拍战损小分头

真是个色彩丰富的人类，上一次让我发出这种感慨的还是星际迷航3里的克里斯派恩

[weibun-art]

happy mothers day

[comabite]

RPD sweetheart

— C0MMS OPEN!

[maple-the-leaf28]

Thinking about how "lion" in Spanish is literally "león"

So like—

It's entirely possible.

[eshajun]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Victor Gideon/Leon S. Kennedy Characters: Victor Gideon, Leon S. Kennedy, Mentions Grace Ashcroft, Mentions Zeno Additional Tags: Shibari, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Chains, Torture, Psychological Torture, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Graphic Description, Smut, Hurt No Comfort, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rape, Cock & Ball Torture, Caning, Whipping, Saliva, Anal Fisting, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Broken Bones, Knifeplay, Suspension, Heavy Angst, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Kidnapping, Captivity, Whump, Leon S. Kennedy Needs a Hug, Leon S. Kennedy Whump, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Procedures, Gags, Duct Tape, Game: Resident Evil 9 | Requiem Summary:

Doctor Victor Gideon did not expect a lost rat to disrupt his years’ worth of plans tonight. It wasn’t his fault that the stud awakened an uncontrollable urge within him to suspend it from his ceiling like a grotesque chandelier and savor its scrumptious existence at his leisure.

Tonight, he deserved every bit of self-indulgence, after all.

[tanya-gavva]

It’s all about ivy that wraps around you

[akascow]

i like how in most games, the fan service is some girl in an impractical skimpy outfit or something

but in re9 its a 50 year old leon s. kennedy, in the tightest shirt and leather pants left in raccoon city, breasting boobily while tied to a chair with his legs spread Like That

[eshajun]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy & Original Character(s), Leon S. Kennedy/Chris Redfield Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Chris Redfield (Resident Evil), President Graham (Resident Evil), Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Prison, Solitary Confinement, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Restraints, Handcuffs, Broken Bones, Graphic Description, Flashbacks, Whump, Leon S. Kennedy Whump, Alternate Universe, Sleep Deprivation, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Kidnapping, Aftermath of Torture, Aftermath of Violence, Rape Aftermath, Coercion, Manipulation, Angst, Dehumanization, Humiliation, Wrongful Imprisonment, Medical Inaccuracies, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Electrocution, Vomiting, Catheters, Needles, Slow Build, Loss of Identity, Hurt Leon S. Kennedy, Knifeplay, Isolation, Psychological Trauma, Psychological Torture Summary:

Battle-scarred and exhausted, Leon Kennedy survives one nightmare only to be thrust into another upon returning home. He is forced to carry a secret he must take to his grave…

At the price of his freedom.