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INDIE SELECTIVE LEON S. KENNEDY dash only - doc
INDIE SELECTIVE LEON S. KENNEDY dash only - doc
INDIE SELECTIVE LEON S. KENNEDY dash only - doc
Chris Redfield is in his fifties and doesn’t have any grey hair? You know this man is using Just For Men ™
The Fenced Gated
“It’s so nice to see you.”
“We gotta stop meeting like this.”
Claire…it’s so nice to see you.
Kelly Ann
GAME STARTERS VOL.4 RESIDENT EVIL (BIOHAZARD): VII
❛ Welcome to the family. ❜
❛ Where am I? What the hell? ❜
❛ Rise and shine, sleepyhead. It’s time for supper. ❜
❛ I’m coming back for you. ❜
❛ They say that when one door closes, another opens. Well, a door closed tonight. ❜
❛ These guys are here to clean up the mess. ❜
❛ I had only just come to terms with losing you. And now you come back? ❜
❛ You made it. I’m glad. ❜
❛ I know I can’t expect anything from you. Not after what happened. ❜
❛ I just want you to know that wasn’t me. I don’t know who it was. ❜
❛ I can’t let them catch me again. ❜
❛ I know you are plotting. I know you are scheming. You think I didn’t know? ❜
❛ She’s the key, alright? You find her and you stop her. ❜
❛ I am sick and tired over being sick and tired of your bullshit. ❜
❛ Why are you putting me through this? What have I done to deserve this? ❜
❛ This place has seen more than you can imagine. ❜
❛ You just don’t understand or is it that you just don’t care? ❜
❛ Well don’t just stand there - do something! ❜
❛ No more bullshit. I want some answers. ❜
❛ I always wanted to tell you - but, I just - I can only remember a little and the rest is just…gone. ❜
❛ Is it ready? Can we begin? ❜
❛ Oh my goodness…What the hell did they do to you? ❜
❛ For fuck’s sake. We’re both gonna die if we don’t get the fuck outta here right now. ❜
❛ Do I have your attention? You are about to see something wonderful. ❜
❛ Heck of a thing, but sure beats the hell out of dying. ❜
❛ You’re lying to me. ❜
❛ Don’t try to escape your share of the blame. ❜
❛ That’s family business, and not your concern, understand? ❜
❛ Leave me. It’s too late. ❜
❛ Ooo! I wouldn’t do that if I were you. ❜
Physical Contact Starters
No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!
SOFT
“Your hands are so warm.”
“Ah, that feels good…”
“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”
“Is it okay if I lean on you?”
“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”
“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”
“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”
“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”
“Be gentle with me.”
“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”
“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”
“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”
“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”
“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”
“I could kiss you all over.”
“That tickles!”
“Mind washing my back for me?”
“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”
“I love how soft your lips are.”
“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”
“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”
ROUGH
“Ow! That fucking hurt!”
“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”
“You stepped on my foot!”
“Did you do that on purpose?”
“Please be more gentle next time…”
“Don’t squeeze so tight!”
“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”
“Did you just bite me?!”
“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”
“Is that the best you’ve got?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I’ll make you bleed.”
“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”
“Hey!! What was that for?!”
“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”
“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”
“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”
“You almost knocked me over!”
“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”
“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”
“You broke my nose!”
@clairedwings: ❝ I can’t wait that long. Let’s do it here. ❞
(COMPOSURE) Leon reminds himself. Focusing on the chatter amongst men to keep the smirk from giving him away. He remains casual to leave the crowd in discretion, try not to be too obvious about following his wife into the Redfield home. Of all places- ( SEX IN YOUR WIFE'S CHILDHOOD ROOM? ) Not an ideal setting in his mind- though his teenage self would’ve entertained it— he acquiesced. Anything if it meant a better chance.
Ever since their agreement to try again;; Months they spent, tracking, trying, using all the tips and tricks in the books in their attempts to conceive. Frustration making its rounds when they were bitterly greeted with red tide, meanwhile it felt like every other week others were successful and boastful about their expectation. ( LUCKY YOU ) It felt like cruel irony. Spending all these years together actively avoiding an unexpected pregnancy and now that they sought it out it slipped from their grips.
The bedroom door quietly shutting behind him reassured it was locked, Leon was quick to toss his jacket aside and unlatch the prong of his belt buckle. Free to let out that amused grin of his, blue eyes simmered surveying his wife. Arms taking a place on each side closing her under him, brows lifted as he felt the need to ask before caving to the urge to press his lips to hers. ❝ Are you trying to get me in trouble? ❞ ( LAST THING HE NEEDED WAS A BULLET IN HIS ASS FROM HER BROTHER. )
Happy pride from me and @clairedwings Have a prideful duo!
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❝ I want to turn back the clock to before... ❞ Before she left that day. Before the government came and took him and Sherry away. He wondered every night if things would have been different. If they had stayed together would things fall into place as they should have? Had he had that choice from going one hell to the next for her would it have given them a new life? One where he’d have his freedom once again— still able to fight in their cause without the threat of Sherry’s safety weighed over his head. One where Sherry got her puppy, her parrot, played the piano and enjoyed a childhood she rightly deserved and with them.
He should’ve spoken up then. ( “LET ME GO WITH YOU.” ) Yet he was young and lost in the moment, the reality shattered before him and the inexplicable horror that would forever change his life. Raccoon City wasn’t his regret. His regret was letting her go.
Calloused hands are delicate as they grace at the auburn’s waist. Blonde bangs falling over just enough to hide blue eyes from revealing a vulnerability he’s not too fond of showing. The words stumble to spill through, and as they do it’s low-- intimate--- ❝ I should have gone with you. ❞
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A previously barren garage had seen it’s use of action these coming days. What was simply another storage room was cleared out within the week and brought to life with the echoeing sound of Aerosmith and old rock. (SWEET EMOTION HUMMED THE WALLS) – As an old harley sat up in what looked more like a massacre than some tune up. The Bike garnering more of Leons attention rather than the unsigned paperwork that layed on the cluttered workbench. Printed text as plane as day titled each page; ‘FEDERAL EMPLOYEES RETIREMENT SYSTEM’
( Way to sound like an old dog’s getting putting out in the pasture. ) If he actually signed the papers. Tools casually tossed onto the ground here and there when their use was fullfilled, the blonde sat up straight for a moment to get a stretch in. Undisturbed since sun up the sound of the door swinging open caught him by surprised but didn’t elicite a reaction. There was only a handful of people who’d come for him at this hour and frankly he was more bothered by his music being turned down than the entry itself.