Just a girl lost in too many Fandoms

leon kennedy smut headcanons

-> lucky you, you get to bounce on it. what would leon kennedy be like in bed?

notes: smut/nsfw, 18+ - interact at your own discretion

Leon was already shutting his laptop when Chris rounded the corner with another folder tucked under his arm.

"Hey," Chris said. "Need you to take a look at–"

"No," Leon said.

Chris blinked.

"You don't even know what it is."

"I don't." Leon stood, grabbed his jacket, and slung it over one shoulder. "I'm going home to my wife."

Chris looked down at the folder. "...This'll only take fifteen minutes."

Leon reached the elevator and pressed the button.

The doors slid open. Leon stepped inside.

"I am going home…” he said quietly, “to fuck my wife.”

The elevator doors closed.

Chris stared at the folder for a long moment.

"...Yeah," he muttered. "I'd leave me standing here too.”

You know nothing. He’s your first boyfriend, lover, partner. You’ve never been touched, which is his own private agony, and a delight at all hours of the day as he gets to be your first kiss, your first fuck, and your first cuddle. He teaches you how to open your mouth and use your tongue, how to take what you need from him and anything else you want, too. He teaches you how to relax when you’re against someone, and how to draw shapes down their back. He shouldn’t find it so achy. He’s never been like this before. The hesitant way you tuck hair behind his ear as you lean up to kiss his cheek has him stirred and quickly useless, your hand tumbling down his back to tickle him like a damn slap. He shivers when you scratch his scalp and says, That’s perfect, bub, with enough condescension to hide his sincerity. He’d love you if you knew everything there was to know, want you without introductions, but he loves being trusted so deeply by you, and he loves the way you smile when his patience exceeds your expectation. He doesn’t get mad. Doesn’t ever laugh at your shy questions. He’s putty in the palm of your trembly hands.

The worst of it is that you know. Not that you like it, being led and taught and told, commanded around with a gentleness he can’t fake, no. The worst part is when you wait to be told what to do, after a hundred kisses and hours upon hours boiling up in his lap. Like this? you ask into his neck, your teeth dull at his pulse and your tongue hot.

“…she signed her name in pen.”

— RE9!Leon x DSO Wife!Reader, fluff, in which your anniversary was not what you quite expected.

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You and Leon stood in front of Grace who was sat wrapped in a thermal blanket, exhaustion etched her every feature.

“I wish we could’ve saved, Emily.” Grace said with somber eyes. After all, she did make it her personal mission to finish it once and for all with Emily by her side.

Leon steps closer towards her, “Grace, I didn’t hit any of her vitals,” he said gently. “She could still be alive.”

Grace’s expression shifted, as if she couldn’t believe what your husband had just said. “W-W-What do you mean?”

You gave her a reassuring smile. “Maybe we can save her.” For the first time since everything began, Grace smiled. It was a tired yet hopeful smile filled with relief.

Suddenly, a BSAA agent comes up to you both, “Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy? Please come run your last checks on our emergency helicopter, ensure that all DSO-issued gear have not been left behind.” With that, you and Leon give the BSAA agent an understanding nod and tell him your thank yous.

You squeezed her shoulder once before stepping back. “We’ll be in touch soon, Grace. In the meantime, do get some rest.”

It was time to finally wrap things up and head home. Learning the truth about Elpis was a long journey and all you two wanted was to lay in bed for a whole week straight. A comfortable silence settled between you and Leon as you both start walking towards the helicopter that took you to safety.

Leon let out a long breath. “…I’m officially done with abandoned laboratories for a while.”

You chuckled, his comment was something you two can only dream of. “You nearly died on me and you’re only done for a while?”

“I know how our luck works, Y/N.”

They shared a knowing smile at that. No matter how many mentally taxing missions you and your husband take on together, you both knew it would all be okay. As long as you had each other, neither of you felt you had anything to fear.

“Fuck, that was one hell of a mission,” You said. “But.. we did it.”

“We stopped it,” Leon replied. “And we finally found a cure for the damn T-virus.”

You glanced down at the tactical watch strapped around your wrist, checking the time. Upon seeing the date, your steps came to a halt.

“Leon…”

“Hm?”

“It’s October 9th, my love.”

He paused.

Then realization softened his tired expression. A small and genuine smile spread across both of your faces.

“Happy Anniversary,” you both said in perfect unison.

Leon let out a quiet laugh. “Not exactly the celebration I had planned for us, hon.”

“Hm, I don’t know the entire ARK crashing down on us was quite the show.” I chuckled softly, heart fluttering as you see how his smile reached his eyes. Somehow, he’s managed to give you even more butterflies the older he got…

You both dig in to your hip pouches, retrieving a simple wedding ring that had remained tucked safely away throughout the operation.

You slipped your ring back on to its rightful spot, seeing the familiar silver again gave you a wave of comfort.

Leon meets your eyes before intertwining your fingers with his, wedding rings catching the glow of the police lights.

“We’re alive.”

He squeezed your hand.

“And that’s the best gift I could’ve asked for.” He brings your hand, still intertwined with his, up to his lips. His breath catches your hand for a second just before he kisses it. It was his silent way of professing his love and commitment for you.

Together, hand in hand, you walked towards the idle helicopter, leaving yet another nightmare behind, and heading home at last.

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a/n; UEUEUEU first resident evil one shot drabble thingy t^t. had to write this cause cant stop thinking about married 49 year old leon kennedy LOL. probably just be a survivor’s ring in the game but i do hope we see this hunk get married at some point 🥹 very rushed but i hope you enjoyed!

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playlist while writing:

american wedding - frank ocean

my moon, my man - feist

les (instrumental) - childish gambino