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[inefekt]

Running Chicken Nebula on the Seestar S30 Pro

[a-slut-for-leon-kennedy]

This is how it feels seeing those retirement Leon memes 😞

[zawija]

I’ve heard people say multiple times now how cold and emotionless Leon is in that scene with Gideon. He really doesn’t show any expression at all. But to me, it’s actually worrying, because to me, it means that Leon has been trained to handle things like this. What did the DSO/the government maybe do to him? I don’t want to think about it tbh.

Addendum: Actually, I'm concerned about the cut that goes into the infection. We all know that the virus generally causes a lot of pain. But when you cut into it... I don't even want to imagine how much pain Leon is in (and he is in pain, because later in that scene he touches his neck/the wound). But he doesn't even flinch at that moment. That’s why I’m worried about what they’re doing/have done to him.

[sunshinedaisywrites777]

Post-Mission Intimacy (Leon Kennedy x Reader)

A/N- Hello everyone! I'm deeply sorry for being late. Vacation got the best of me and I was (still am) slacking so hard right now but you're all waiting for a smut so here you go! I kinda rushed it to be honest and I know it's not going to be the best smut you'll ever read BUT it's my first time writing smut soo yayy! I hope you like it and don't forget to leave comments and give me feedbacks 🙂💜

Warnings- Smut! MDNI! +18, tigh riding, no foreplay?, aftercare, feels of aftershock, sex without lube, softdom!leon, praise kink.

The clock read 12:43 AM. You were curled up on the couch, lights low, the faint hum of the TV playing a rerun of some show neither of you watched. A cup of chamomile tea sat cold beside you. You hadn’t touched it in an hour. Not since the last time you checked your phone for any message, any update. Still nothing.

Then the door finally opened.

You were on your feet before you could think. Leon stepped inside, shoulders heavy under his black jacket, hair sticking to his forehead, the weight of a mission lingering on every inch of his body. His blue eyes found you instantly. And softened.

He didn’t speak right away. He just stood there, breathing in the sight of you — small in his oversized flannel, barefoot, eyes red from waiting. You closed the distance first, hands curling around the back of his neck.

“You’re home,” you whispered.

“I’m home,” he murmured back, voice rough and low.

He kissed your hair, your temple, your cheek, before you finally pulled back and wrinkled your nose. “Leon… you smell.”

That made him huff a tired laugh. “That bad, huh?”

“Go shower,” you said, nudging him toward the bathroom. “I’ll wait.”

He didn’t take long, but every second felt stretched thin. The sound of running water was oddly comforting. When he returned, steam trailed behind him, his chest damp and pink from the heat. His hair was messy, curling slightly at the ends, his body wrapped in nothing but a towel low on his hips.

He looked like a dream — exhausted, but clean, real, yours.

“Still waiting for me?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

You nodded, eyes lingering on the droplets trailing down his chest. “Always.”

Leon came to you slowly. The towel slipped to the floor before he even reached you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, skin-on-skin, his body warm and damp against yours.

You reached for the buttons on your flannel, but Leon stopped you. “Let me.”

He undid each one with deliberate slowness, exposing more of your bare skin with every pass. No bra, no underwear. You hadn’t been wearing anything beneath it. His eyes darkened.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You were just sitting there like this?”

You smiled and nodded.

He growled low and kissed you hard, backing you toward the couch, hands never leaving your skin. You dropped back into the cushions, and he followed you down, slotting his hips between your thighs.

“Need you,” he said, voice rough. “Been thinking about this since I left.”

You guided him in, no resistance, just slick warmth and the sigh of relief that left both of your lips as he filled you.

Leon moved slow, deep, deliberate. He wasn’t trying to fuck the pain away. He was savoring you, grounding himself in every kiss, every touch, every breathless moan you made. You clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, nails in his back.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Take me. Let me feel you.”

Your orgasm built slowly, coiling in your stomach, heat pulsing behind your eyes. He whispered to you the whole time, telling you how beautiful you were, how perfect, how tight you felt, how much he missed you.

When you finally came, it was sharp and silent, your body seizing around him, head thrown back, lips parted. Leon held on as you broke, kissing your shoulder, your throat, your jaw. He followed you moments later with a deep groan, burying himself inside you.

You laid together tangled on the couch, your body still twitching from the aftershocks. One leg was draped over his, and Leon felt the slight pulse of your hips shifting.

“Still shaking,” he murmured, brushing sweat-damp hair from your face. “You need to ride it out, huh?”

You nodded, barely able to speak. He guided you, gently shifting your hips until you were straddling one of his thighs, bare skin against bare skin.

“Use me,” he whispered. “Come on, baby. Just let it out.”

You moved slowly, grinding against the solid muscle of his thigh, slick and sensitive, trembling as the last waves passed through you. Leon held you steady, kissing your cheek, his hand splayed on your lower back.

“That’s it… Good girl.”

When it was over, you collapsed onto his chest, breath ragged. He held you close, wrapping both arms around you, rubbing small circles into your back.

“I’ll always come back to you,” he whispered.

You believed him.

And in that moment, you didn’t need anything else.

[usafphantom8]

21 April 2006. Death of John `Johnny’ Milne Checketts, DSO, DFC (b. 20 February 1912). New Zealand 14.5 victory WW2 ace. He inducted de Havilland Vampire into the RNZAF's first jet squadron. In 1947, crossed the Tasman Sea in record 3 hr. 38 m. delivering a de Havilland Mosquito.

@ron_eisele via X

[sparkie96]

About to be me next game if Jill isn't in it because this is ridiculous. We haven't seen her in the games canon wise since RESIDENT EVIL 5

[valiantphantomangel]

The Younger Ashcroft

A/n: I'm trying something new here so bear with me, I'm thinking of making this a series so let me know what you think!

Warnings⚠️: loss of a parent, missing sister and eventual violence.

You were curled up in a desk chair in DSO headquarters, eyes wide as you stared at the wall like it had personally traumatized you and to be fair, the news you had received was enough to bring out those feelings.

You were Grace Ashcroft's younger sister by almost 10 years, but even with that kind of age difference you two were nearly insuperable.

Then you lost your mom, or more like someone took her from your life.

You turned quiet to the point where you were almost mute, only talking when absolutely necessary.

The death of your mother had nearly destroyed you and now there was a chance you were going to lose your older sister as well.

You were at school when you got the news, or more like a woman introduced herself as Sherry Birkin and pulled you out of class with a grim face, saying that your sister had gone missing from either an investigation gone wrong or something really stupid and dangerous.

That was just enough for you to shut down and as a cherry on top your sister had disappeared at the exact same place that your mother had died.

You pulled your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them as two pairs of footsteps entered the office.

"What is so important that I need to take this case, The President damm near ordered me to take it" a rough, deep and slightly ragged voice came from the doorway.

"You're the best we've got Leon and this case has links to Raccoon City" Birkin said like it explained everything as the man named 'Leon' sighed before apparently seeing you.

"Whose the kid?"

"That's Grace's younger sister, I pulled her in to make sure she wouldn't attempt to get into that damned place herself" The woman sighed "Poor kid has been through too much already"

Leather boots squeaked slightly as someone approached you, crouching down in front of you.

"How are you doing kid?" Leon asked, resting his arms on his knees.

You shrugged your shoulders, keeping your eyes trained at the wall.

"Right, stupid question" he said, you could feel his heavy gaze on you, scanning you "Do you have any idea why she would go missing during a investigation there?"

So that's what it was called "Our mom was killed there" you mutter.

"... I'm sorry kid" Leon said after a while "Would she be desperate enough to search for answers there?"

You stayed quiet and after awhile a hand tousled your hair before he stood back up, walking back to Birkin as the talked in hushed voices.

You picked up some words "Don't let her follow... Kid... Wrenwood... Tonight... Get her out"

It made you think, would Grace be desperate enough to search for answers there? To face her fear head on?... The simple answer was yes, both of you would. Especially since they told you so little about your mother's death, like it was something forbidden that they were not allowed to share.

It was clear that they would never allow you to go near Wrenwood, but unfortunately for them they underestimated just how far you would go to keep your last remaining family safe.

So that is why, that after they let you go home for the night since they couldn't keep you there, you stashed your backup of school supplies in a closet and looked for the car that you thought someone like an old agent like Leon would drive and eventually spotted a Porsche.

You pulled out your pocket knife and by some miracle from above you managed to pry open the trunk, it was full of weapons but you quickly made a space big enough for you to lay down as the alarm beeped. You reached high and slammed the trunk shut as the alarm seized.

You waited and you waited, when suddenly you heard the car door slam shut and the engine roar to life.

"Yeah I'm on my way now" Leon's muffled voice sounded as you felt the car move.

'Hang on big sis, I'm coming to get you' you thought to yourself as you made yourself as comfortable as possible. On your way to the worst nightmare of your life.

[resident-idiot-simp]

I'll never stop thinking about the DSO in relation to Leon. Like this man is WAY up there on the pecking order and I'd LOVE to know what the others think about him.

In a way he's kind of their boss, but like in the abstract. He never really thinks about himself in that regard. Mainly because he has so many better things to do and also he doesn't care.

I think he's probably a fan favorite for the office. He's funny (kinda) he's got this awkward charm to him, his charisma is either atrocious or phenomenal, and he's just fun to watch from afar. Sure he might have the stupidest haircut you've ever seen, but then he's giving Hunnigan shit and she starts threatening him, and you get to watch him dodge a staple.

He can answer any of your questions because he's pretty much lived to everything that's ever happened in the bio weapons field. Or at least he knows someone who has an answer if he doesn't personally.

And when he touches down on the field everyone lets out of sigh of relief because man he'll fix it.