Resident Evil Au - Blog Posts

I wasn’t going to post this, but I like how the overall design came out. So, me and my best friend thought it would be funny to make all the resident evil B.O.Ws just werewolves and I’ve been having fun coming up with the designs and how they would overall act in the universe. So, instead of zombies, it’s rabid Werewolves who attack people and each other, because the T-strain is the weakest and most flawed, but a Tyrant has their humanity intact and can hold weapons and such. Las Plagas would be the original Lycanthropy virus? Las Plagas parasite makes everyone act in a pack way, following the alpha parasite respectfully. So, here’s Nemesis I drew. 

Leon S Kennedy being a dad

My brain is literally rotting and dripping out my ears wtf… i need him

Anyways-

HE IS A GIRL DAD

Leon knew that trying for a baby would probably, y’know, result in a baby, but he was still horribly nervous when he found out he was going to be a dad. He acted cool about it but his nail-beds told a different story.

Even though you’ve told him he needs the rest more than you do because of his job, but he insists on getting up whenever the baby cries in the night. He usually wakes up the next morning sitting on the couch, holding the baby while she sleeps.

Nearly shits himself when he finds out baby #2 is on the way. He’s relaxes so much when he finally gets to hold her for the first time though. He was really just worried about something happening to either of you while you were pregnant.

Whenever he has to go on missions, he feels bad leaving you with two kids under two, but alas, duty called. Always made sure to make up for lost time as soon as he got home.

He’s personally offended when their first word isn’t “papa”. (They were ‘cat’ and ‘now’ respectively)

He lets them dress him up like a Princess for tea parties and shit

He’s also really big on taking family trips, even if it’s something simple like having a picnic at a park

He’s always enjoyed spending time with his girls, but once they gain an attention span (and stop trying to run off) he enjoys taking them to museums and stuff, just wanting to teach them about the world around them.

He’s proud to say that both of his kids go off to school already knowing how to read.

Leon’s always willing to help them with their homework. (even if it is just addition and he’s digging his nails into his hand with frustration)

When they get older he tries so hard to comprehend their interests (what in tarnation was a Frankie Stein?)

Scooby Doo becomes the common ground (it was his favorite show growing up)

Is definitely like the hoahh, yes yes yes yes hoahh vine (PLEASE know what I’m talking about)

He’s literally terrified of/ for them when they become teenagers, forgetting every emotional interaction he’s ever had, but he’s always there for them (fighting the urge to say ‘I told you so’ when Darren the skater breaks her heart)

Never goes to bed until they’re home from wherever they were.

First time one of them stays out past curfew, he’s not angry, he understands that young people are like that sometimes, but he squeezes them to him and makes sure they’re okay before sending them off to bed with a finger wagging and a ‘just call next time, okay’

Gives advice/ answers questions in the most terrifying, convoluted way.

“Listen, you’ll know you have the right one if it sounds like a bone snapping when you break it up.”

“Dad I just asked if the kindling was the right size…”

After they’re both done with the weird emotional stage he’s really cool with them. After they leave for college they’ll come over to visit mom and ‘hang out’ with dad.

He understands them a lot better now that they have more common interests. (He’s now very familiar with monster high lore, and his girls understand the importance of watching the neighborhood from a lawn chair in the garage)

Many Paths

Set a little while after graduation. Leon and Reader are both almost nineteen.

Warnings: unprotected sex, slight degradation, mention of pregnancy, Leon is fucking *built*

“You’re not really going to go, right Leon,” you ask, tucking your legs under you as you settle into the couch cushions.

He sighs and flops down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him. “I… I’m not sure. I feel like it’s the right thing to do, but I feel like leaving is wrong too.”

“Then stay. You can wait another year before going to basic. You just graduated, you’re young, you’re free. Just spend the summer with me Leon, please?”

“Then what am I gonna do for work until then, huh?”

“You scored great on all your tests, all you have left is boot camp. You could come be a host where I work, it’d be nice to see you every day.”

He sighs and kisses the top of your head. “Yeah, I guess I could do that. It would be nice, but think of where we could go if I joined up now. We could go to like, Europe or something.”

“We?”

“Well, yeah, of course. Course I’d take you with me.”

“Wouldn’t that be…expensive because I’m a civilian?”

He chuckles and pulls you into his lap, draping his arms around your shoulders. “Not if we got married.”

“I- You- Le- married,” you splutter, turning to look him in the eyes. You’d been together since you were sixteen, almost three years, but you were still surprised by his forwardness. It was simply in Leon’s nature to joke about serious things like that, usually because it made him uncomfortable to wear his heart on his sleeve like that.

“What? You don’t want to marry me? I thought that’s what you wanted,” he asks, throwing his hands up defensively, feigning hurt.

“Well, yeah, I want that, but I thought you’d wait a long time to ask.”

“And risk losing a girl like you? No way,” he chuckles, bringing his lips to yours. “My parents aren’t gonna be gone until Thursday. Do you want to go to my room and, y’know,” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Only if you carry me,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck, making it easier for him to scoop his arms under you and carry you up the stairs.

“Anything for my Princess,” he jokes, untangling your arms from him and tossing you over his shoulder, making his way up the stairs to his room.

He tosses you on the bed and steps back, noticing how you watch him pull his shirt off and toss it into the hamper in his closet. His muscular back ripples as he moves, and his sweatpants rest low on his hips, allowing you to see the trail of blond hair that trailed down his belly and disappeared into the waistband, the sharp v cut of his muscles, God, he didn’t have on boxers either.

“You like what you see,” he taunts, stretching his arms above his head just to show off some.

“Mhm,” you whine, your hand trailing down your body and between your legs, gently touching yourself through your panties.

He leans forward, resting one hand on your thigh, using it to bear his weight while the other wraps around your wrist, pulling your hand away from your pussy.

“Come on now, you know that’s my job,” he chided, kneeling at the foot of the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulders and pulling you towards him. The sensation of him ghosting his fingers along the gusset of your panties before pulling them to the side is enough to make you shiver.

Leon’s breath fanning across your exposed flesh tickles as he pushes his face between your thighs, making you instinctively squeeze them together. His tongue is pleasantly hot as he presses it against your dripping sex, your taste making him salivate. He pulls away for a moment, spitting on your clit before grabbing your thighs and shoving his face into your pussy, kitten licking at your clit before dragging his tongue through your folds and burying it inside of you.

You use one hand to pull your skirt above your waist so you can watch him devour you, and the other slides into his sandy blond hair, cradling the back of his head while he mercilessly fucks you with his tongue, his nose bumping against your clit from time to time, making you squirm and tug at his hair.

He releases one of your thighs and replaces his tongue with two of his fingers, curling them inside of you as he pulls away, moving his other hand from your thigh and splaying it out across your belly, keeping your hips in place against the bed.

“I want you to cum on my face, I know you can do it,” he teases, curling his fingers into you, brushing against you with his thumb and smiling to himself when you whine and buck against his hand. “Can’t even speak, how pathetic, I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He returns his mouth to abusing your pussy, sucking harshly at your puffy clit, savoring every sound that comes out of you, holding himself back from just pouncing on you like an animal.

Your thighs quivering around his head only urges him to eat you with more frevor than before. His tongue laps at you softly while your cunt squeezes his fingers as they slow their pace inside you, easing you through your orgasam. He pulls away and admires the way your thighs glisten and your weeping pussy flutters around nothing as he pushes his sweatpants down his hips and stands before you, completely naked.

Leon is an absolute sight as you rake your eyes up his body to meet his. A mixture of his saliva and your juices drip down his chin and he wipes it away with the back of his hand, giving you a small smirk. You grab at the bottom of your shirt and begin weakly trying to pull it off of you, eager to get to the main attraction of the evening. He comes around the side of the bed and wraps an arm around you under your arms, pulling you up the bed so your head rests on one of his pillows. His scent fills your nostrils, making you sigh and relax. He makes quick work of pulling your shirt off you and is pleased to find that you didn’t bother wearing a bra when you decided to come over.

“No bra,” he teases, hooking his finger in the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him. “Whore.”

You whine at his degrading choice of words and spread your legs, reaching between them and spreading yourself open for him to see. He just laughs condescendingly and climbs onto the bed over top of you, wasting no time in lining himself up with your entrance and pushing his engorged head into you. You try to roll your hips against his, trying to get him to push deeper into you, but he just holds your hips down and stares at where the two of you are joined, relishing in the fact that he’s the one that gets to use you like this, that it’s his name that falls from your lips when you touch yourself, that you belong to him.

The very thought is enough to make him consider finishing inside you, but then again, you were already enrolled to start your college courses in the fall. It would be cruel of him to take that from you, but by God did he want to fuck a baby into you. You just looked so damn good, and took all of him so well. He never said it but he knew that if you ever left him he would be a lost man, indeed.

Finally after what felt to you like ages he bottoms out inside you, not even bothering to let you adjust to being full before he’s pounding into you relentlessly. You just felt so fucking good around him, and the way you moaned? It was heaven to him. He grabs your ankles, pulling them to rest on his shoulders, making him groan when he hits a deeper place inside you, turning his head to kiss your ankle.

You’re a whimpering mess under him as you reach your second orgasam, squeezing him so well that he’s not sure if he even has the willpower to pull out, but he does, finishing all over your tummy as you lay there trying to catch your breath.

He chuckles and unzips your skirt, pulling it off of you and using it to clean up his mess before tossing it aside and falling into bed beside you. “That was nice,” he murmurs, pulling you into his chest and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

“Mhm,” you agree softly, lacing your fingers with his.

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Leon.”

“I’ll stay here until you go to school if it’ll make you happy.”

“You mean that,” you question, releasing his hand and rolling over to face him.

“Of course baby, the military can wait another few months to get ahold of me,” he whispers, pressing his lips to yours softly. “You need anything?”

“Nap.”

“Looks like we can agree on that too,” he chuckles, resting his forehead against yours and letting his eyes fall shut. Before you can even think of a response he’s snoring softly beside you.

Someone had mentioned to me that wesker would be a really good baker if he hadn’t taken up science as a career and I whole heartedly agree- he’d make some silly name for his bakery and then William is the guy who takes care of money bc wesker really doesn’t care for business he just wants to make treats and then Leon is a flower shop boy and then and then