#chubby leon

[kakemakes]

Off Duty Season

[fattenedforchristmas]

Leon Kennedy - Hansel weight gain

[larvamars]

morning ☀

[wherenymphsroam]

I READ DAD BOD LEON AND LIKE JDFKD imagine praising him and getting him all flustered and needy and just 😭 he is such a hottie I NEED HIM sorry im just a lil feral abt him

GRAHHHH YES !!!!

cw: leon finally in his retirement era ??? (probably not canon but we can only hope), chubby leon, older leon, body worship, very light scent thing, a messy blowjob, he’s insecure at first the poor thing, uhhhh not proofread <3

w/c: 1.5k

like, leon is sooooo relieved when he’s (somehow) allowed to retire. genuinely probably just passes out for a good couple of days, drowsy and catching up on years of sleep he missed for a month or so. takes things day by day, waning contentedly through different hobbies, interests, just trying to like…. find his personality back after basically becoming the governments dog for the most of his adult life.

and some things really like … don’t click at first.

that he’s not nearly as active without the physically demanding day to day. the mission every other month or so that sheds him of all his bodies resources, the ones that basically force upon him that consistently low body fat percentage. sure, he still works out because at this point, it’s weird Not To after putting in so much physical work for so long.

but he’s older now, his metabolism has changed. commercial gyms don’t exactly offer the same amount of intensity that his body is so used to having to work through. and naturally, parts of him grow complacent. he eats more, rightfully so. actually has the time to go out to eat on a consistent basis, treating you to dates to catch up on on how many he couldn't take you on when he was working.

he doesn’t really notice the pounds that have crept up on him until suddenly his favorite pair of jeans doesn’t need a belt to keep them up anymore. it’s when he tucks in his shirt for a more upscale night out that he realizes his button down is more fitted against him than maybe it was the last time he dug out his nicer clothes.

but once he realizes it, he shies away from it, avoids changing in front of mirrors. and it's when he starts refusing to change in front of you that you notice.

sure, leon was always attractive in your eyes. but it was never the muscles, the trim ‘v’ of his waistline that kept you around. you loved him, genuinely so. and to have him around more often, able to revel in some of the domestic things you couldn’t exactly soak up when he was still an agent? it’s like heaven on earth with him.

so when you notice the slight increase in his weight — the softness that begins to pad his strong biceps when he wraps his arms around you from behind, the extra bit you’re able to hold onto when you hug him — you don’t point it out. it’s welcomed, has you touching him a bit more than maybe necessary nowadays.

the first time he abruptly turns around when you walk in while he was changing, you don’t question it. it’s when he starts to dim the lights before the two of you topple onto the bed in a passionate display that you grow suspicious. your last straw is plucked when he starts coming to bed with a shirt on. an oversized one at that. he had never worn shirts to bed before, always complained about the materials feeling against him becoming irritating throughout the night.

he tries to deny when you first confront him. plays off the way the newfound pliant skin of his sides swells out over the top of his jeans waistband. shakes his head and makes a face at you, even goes so far as to roll his eyes when you reason with him, pointing out his recent ‘preference’ of keeping the lights lower when you fuck.

“I think you’re imagining this, sweetheart. I’m still sexy,” he reasons cheekily, trying to distract you with his cheesy nature.

“I didn’t say you’re not sexy,” you sigh, shaking your head. “You’re definitely still sexy. I’m just saying you look sexy with the extra bit on you,” you hum, leaning against the bedroom door.

it takes Leon a second, trying to allow ‘sexiness’ and ‘weight’ to coexist in his head. at least not in terms of himself. he loved women, all shapes and bodies and weights included. it was a no brainer to say that yes, your logic that sexiness could coexist with more weight was correct. but on him…? he’s Leon Kennedy. he’s not fat.

“Nor am I saying you’re fat, not by a long shot,” you continue, knowing all too well what that look on his face meant. the one he wore when he was thinking too hard about something.

he tries not to flinch when your hands reach out, capturing his sides. tries to stifle the sound that wants to escape when he realizes how much more sensitive the skin there is now with the extra weight. but the pounding of his heart and heat emanating off his body tells you all you need to know. so you continue.

you’re unashamed in how you explore how pliant his sides are now, in how you trace along where the firm cut lines of his abs formerly were. gently pinching and filling your fingers with the extra skin that lies over his lower abdomen, flattening your palm over the swell there and letting it fill your palm. his breath hitches, hands twitching at his sides, itching to slide your hands off him. he yearns to step out of your grasp, but knows that’ll be too telling. so he lets you continue, let’s you have your fun.

the button of his jeans pops audibly, and it’s clear that maybe he’s gonna have to let his favorite pair go pretty soon. but that’s okay. it’s obvious how okay it is when you slide his shirt up, up, up and out of the way. when your lips finds his sternum, trailing up and down its length before moving on to his pecs. silently appreciating how they’ve swelled a bit, how the hair that scatters across his skin has seemingly spread more. you tuck your nose in, inhaling him appreciatively when you slide your fingers under the waistband of his jeans, start to shimmy the denim down.

and oh god, you’re slowly lowering yourself, letting your lips ghost over his stomach now. you’ve grown sloppier, greedier in how you lick up the salt of his skin, bite into and suck at the pliant flesh. as if a fever had overcome you.

and really, that’s not all that far fetched of an idea. it was like you were seeing him naked for the first time all over again. except he’s softer, warmer… easier to paw and play with. responsive when your hands knead at his sides, his pecs. breathless and panting when he realizes his nipples are more sensitive for some reason when you drag the pads of your thumbs over them.

he could’ve gone bright pink when you ask him to strip completely. in front of the mirror no less. but he obliges, although begrudgingly. maybe a bit more hesitantly when you roll your desk chair over in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, instructing him to sit down. but that dissolves when you settle on your knees in front of it, as if sweetening the deal.

he doesn’t expect you to be so …. eager when you finally get yours hands on him. but fuck does he look good. softened thighs spread, the perfect mix between strong and soft in front of you. his soft cock, laid oh so prettily between them, ever so full balls nestled there. you really can’t help how quickly you find yourself burying your face into him, breathing him in and mouthing at his thighs.

your hands are greedy, so very greedy in how you grab at him. his thighs, the stomach that’s started to rest on them. his pecs you reach up to paw at when you realize they’ve started to create a crease between his chest and his stomach from below.

and at first, he doesn’t believe you when you tell him he looks even better like this. that if anything, you prefer him like this. doesn’t want to hear it when you try to coax him into repeating affirmations about himself, keeps his eyes off his reflection in the mirror.

but of course, he’s a weak man. you’re sat on your knees between his spread thighs, your ass practically begging to be ogled in those jeans.

and that’s what he focuses on at first. tries not to notice how you have to tilt your head slightly when you take him in your mouth, how you have to hold his tummy when you suck him off to keep it from inhabiting how far down you can get on his length. but as the heat in his body grows, as you get sloppier with spit dribbling down your chin, he has no choice but to look down at you.

and at that point, he can’t find it in him to care about the swell of his lower abdomen. he isn’t very worried about how much more space his thighs take up on the chair when you dip one of his balls into your mouth, licking and warming and soaking them in your feverish attempt to make him feel how sexy he is to you.

but by the time he’s coming ropes onto your pretty face, he finally gives in. finally obliges you fully and admits that maybe… maybe he was still sexy as fuck. maybe he did look better, healthier with the retirement weight on him.

[soft5ku11]

Post league training Leon for @paleopotato19 - Someone let themselves go...

[auveriablue]

Retirement Bod (Chubby/Dadbod Leon Scott Kennedy Headcanons)

- After the world gets a little less fucked and he starts getting called on fewer missions and assignments, Leon just decides to call it quits.

- He's dedicated his entire life to fighting insane bioterrorism and he isn't getting any younger, so he turns in his gun and goes to live in a secluded villa somewhere.

- He finds out quickly that there isn't really shit to do in retirement and has a shit ton of free time on his hands. So he takes on cooking and baking.

- Just one problem though. The recipes Leon finds and cooks are meals made for families of at least 3. It's just him.

- He doesn't want anything to go to waste though and instead of just calling someone over to eat with or learning how to make smaller meals, he eats it all himself.

- It's just "Shit, I've made a whole family sized lasagna. Oh well." And just turns on a movie while eating the lasagna. By the time the credits roll, every trace is that lasagna is gone, even the burnt cheese at the ends.

- And because he's not on the field anymore, he doesn't have anything to help him keep himself spry and overly fit and he doesn't see the point in keeping up with his whole work out routine

- Mix that with the fact that he's 45 and doesn't have his 21 year old metabolism anymore, he packs on the pounds rather quickly.

- It starts at his stomach, then his chest, then his hips. And boy oh boy does it go to his ass.

- He doesn't even notice it at first, even when his jeans become tight and he struggles with the button. He doesn't even notice that his shirt rises up over his belly when he stretches.

- He finally notices when he bends down to pick up something and his clothes bursts like fireworks on the 4th if july. His pants split at the rear, his button ricochets off of a wall and a few fly off of his flannel too.

- And you know what ? He just shrugs it off and orders a new wardrobe online and sizes up. There are some times when he'll see a picture of his younger self and go "Wow look at me, I pulled so many women back then." And wonders if he could still do so now and sometimes pouts about him not being the slim fuckboy he was back then, but eventually stops caring.

- He still pulls women though. He still has his charm and charisma and whenever he goes grocery shopping in the nearby town, the women fawn over him because he's just so charming and they like his butt. He's gotten whistled at a few times because of his bubble butt.

- They towns women try to woo him by making him meals and desserts. Which, you guessed, only increased his weight. But he's a charming, single, man with a handsome face and a fat ass, and he can also cook, they're gonna try their darndest to seduce this man.

- After a year on retirement, he's at least 260-265, probably more, he stopped checking the scale a month ago.

- If someone like Chris or Claire or just whoever, comes knocking at his door with a whole "A new bioterrorism threat has started that can end the world, we need your help Leon, only someone with your expertise and experience can help us." speech prepared, they're gonna forget it as soon as the door opens and the first thing they see is Leon's gut.

- But it's their fault. A whole year goes by and they only check on the man when they need him to do something for them ?

- Chris would immediately go on a "How could you let yourself go like this ?" tirade, while Leon just stares at him blankly. He might even shut the door if Chris gets a little too mean with his tirade because he's not going to be insulted in his own home.

- Claire would just go "woah" and would try to beat around the bush and would try not to outright call Leon fat but Leon would just be like "It's okay, I know I got fat, no need to tiptoe around it."

- If Ada got a look at him, her eyes would be a little too fixtated on his ass and would totally blank out on whatever sly remarks or teasing comments she was going to say.

- If he does decide to come out of retirement to help, some cocky, young, new soldiers who've heard rumors of all of accomplishments, would definitely not believe that he's THE Leon Scott Kennedy.

- "This whale is the legendary Leon Scott Kennedy ?"

- "The only thing that fatass is taking down, is the local buffet."

- "Is this some sort of joke ?"

- Only to shut the fuck up when Leon proves that he's still got it. Despite not exercising for a year and eating whatever he wants, he's still pretty light and quick on his feet and he's still good with a gun. He's what you would call "Acrofatic".

- When the task is complete, he'll be begged to come back to the field but he'd decline. He likes his new life but they can call him whenever there's another big threat and he'll be willing to lend a hand. But for now, he's gonna go home, drink a beer, eat some cookies and take a nap.

[mintflavorstuff]

started out doing a tight clothes study that evolved into a wet tshirt study until finally it became chubby Leon fanart.. Enjoy!

[larvamars]

I want to lie on him listening to his heartbeat and- 😣