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彡 Secret - Leon Kennedy

father in law!Leon Kennedy x daughter in law!afab!reader | 18+ | 3.5k | oneshot

synopsis — Your husband goes on another business trip, an excellent time for you to seek affection with his father.

contents — 18+ heavy smut mdni, pseudo-incest (in-laws), cheating, slight hair pulling, thigh touching, dirty talk, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), tit play, unprotected sex (p in v), breeding kink, possessiveness (a little), and creampie // I do not condone everything I write, this is just fiction if you don’t like don’t read. Read the warnings and continue at our own discretion. I’ve provided ample warning.

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The essence of secrecy lies in its concealed nature; it is meant to evade the awareness of others in confidence between only a select few, often confined to a mere duo. The revelation of this can imperialise many involved. However, the enigmatic nature of maintaining a secret is undeniably captivating; it entices individuals to guard and preserve its sanctity. The prospect of clandestine knowledge imparts a sense of thrill; it can keep the individual’s heart pumping with adrenaline each second that goes past, and each day, it finds another day to survive between the knowing. Yet, beneath that surface of excitement, the weight of culpability lingers, a moral unease inherent in the act of concealment, the feeling of guilt inhabiting the consciousness of the one keeping it, especially with the amount of gravity certain secrets have—like the one you were holding with Leon.

When you first sought comfort with your father-in-law, you thought this was going to be a one-time moment of weakness, a feeling that it was just happening through the disconnect with your husband, a moment of letting your desires warp your mind and your morals—but this soon escalated into ‘one time’ being apart of continuous routine. Tiptoeing into his room, sneaking away when your husband was at work, betraying your vows, those sacred words that shouldn’t be tarnished for a few moments of fun, but you were indulging in breaking those promises every moment you lied in Leon’s arms, every moment you let his form engulf you in its shadow, every moment you pressed your arms around him and left sweet kisses on his skin.

When you wrapped yourself up in a blanket next to your husband, there was a phantom feeling of something tugging at your heart, like a hand squeezing and pulling at it, pushing down into the form of a cold spike feeling travelling down into the pit of your stomach whenever you pictured the inevitable moment when your husband would find out; you weren’t completely stupid, you knew that this would all come out sooner or later, especially with the fact that you were cheating with your husbands father. This wasn’t some secret or tall tale that you could take to the grave with you; no, this was something that needed to be known; it was starting to become more than just bodily fulfilment with another; there was a connection in your betrayal, an emotional one that whenever you parted from his presence you craved to be back into it, and not just through lust, through romantic interest like you formerly had with your husband. The feeling of guilt was only natural when these affairs were starting. Still, it all started to melt away when your husband reciprocated the distance, as well as the infidelity you were providing in the relationship.

There has always been a lack of chemistry and connection within the relationship; when you first met each other in college, it started as a casual sexual relationship, meeting each other whenever your roommates were gone and finding some late-night indulgences. Then it rolled into something more serious. It was all a blur now; you remember a casual to serious relationship shift; you noticed this when you first met his father. You always thought he was attractive, but you never thought he would be the person you wanted to be with. You felt trapped in this relationship. Granted, your husband never pushed you into that decision, but you felt dependent on him for what he provided, all the benefits he gave you, and even pulled you up in the ranks of your job position; you did owe a lot to him. However, this lack of connection was always found in his wandering eye.

He always had a wandering eye for every woman who passed but never acted on it…until now.

You never blamed him or felt betrayed, hell you didn’t even cry or wince in reaction when you were met with the vision of the text messages he shared with his secretary; you just turned the phone off and pretended to be the innocent wife, oblivious to it all; but when you saw those messages, you could only feel… relief? Relief that you weren’t hurting someone in love with you anymore, relief that both of you were aware of this trapped marriage. You were hoping this affair would be the trigger to make him throw the divorce papers in your face, something you were too cowardly to do.

You were waving off your partner for another business trip; it made you laugh when he would always make up some extravagant lie, always bringing up names to make his lie seem more believable; of course, you always knew when he was lying, he would never maintain eye contact, and whenever you asked who was going, you saw his eyes widen and look around the room trying to remember what he fabricated a few days earlier. If anything, you admired how far he would go. Sometimes, you wondered if he was just doing this to spite you for sleeping with his father, but you didn’t care; you just wanted him gone longer so you could spend time with Leon.

When telling Leon this, he laughed at how his son was trying to make things even, though he knew his son was awful at covering his tracks; after all, he had known him all his life; he knew what his son was capable and incapable of. When learning the information that your son is cheating on their wife, it arranges multiple reactions. Some people simply do not care, and some even blame the wives. Others will be shocked at their son's behaviour, knowing they didn’t raise him like this and will be there for their daughter-in-law. But Leon, oh, Leon intensely disliked how his son never fully appreciated you. He was also glad that his weak ability to be a husband granted him the opportunity to give the woman whom he couldn’t stop thinking about the attention she deserved. When learning of another business trip his son was going on, he just smirked when hearing your tempting words through the phone, knowing exactly what you were planning and insinuating.

“He can spend all the time he wants with… Whatever her name is… Now, come to mine; I know you’re free.”

When you heard those words on the phone, you were quick to leave your house, locking the door and jumping into your car for a few-minute journey to him; you felt your heart flutter and jump within your chest every time the tyre rolled further to your destination, every turn and bend you had on the road, all of it adding to that feeling of impatience whenever you were stopped by traffic.

You didn’t have to knock; you already had a key to make your way whenever you wanted to, whenever you wanted a late-night roll around when your husband was in a night of deep sleep or having ‘overtime’ at work. You made your way to the staircase and ascended into his room.

Leon was sitting at his desk, working alone. It was clear that he was probably waiting for you to come a bit later, considering this time of day harboured the most traffic.

He greeted you with a smile, dropping his pen and looking you up and down under his scrutiny; you felt undressed under his gaze with those longing and erotic states; the tension between you two was undeniable every time you were together, all those pent up desires every time you couldn’t be together all bursted within an explosion of desire whenever people were out of the picture. You could fulfil everything you two thought of. When no one was around, his house was the realm where the secret wasn’t something to hide, but something accepted between you two, something loved by you two.

You pushed away his work to one side, positioning yourself in between his legs before pushing yourself up to the table, feeling a jolt course through your body when you felt Leon’s large hands slide to the sides of your waist, roaming and sliding down to the plush of your thighs, continuing to maintain that lustrous stare that always made you weak whenever looking deeply back into that blue undressing gaze.

“It’s rude to ignore a guest, especially when you invite them, Leon,” you said to him, looking down and watching as he took the free invitation to keep touching you, pushing his hands under the flap of your dress, feeling your soft and smooth skin as he caressed you further; a smirk playing at his lips as he witnessed you subtly parting your legs as he continued to keep touching, providing him with a further invitation.

“True. Especially one that is so beautiful; where are my manners?” he looked up at you as you bent your head forward to meet him, your lips being mere moments away from his, letting that tension arise between the both of you; you leaned in to let him give you a soft and tender kiss, a kiss that slowly increased into further sensual deep interlocks between you two.

He pushed one of his hands to the back of your head, tangling his fingers within the strands of your hair, slightly tugging at it to make you release soft winces; you bit your lip as you two both continued to share erotic eye contact that was already creating a knot within your stomach and made your heartbeat deeper and your breaths deeper. As you were lost in those pools of blue, you expressed a sharp and high-pitched gasp when his fingers led to your clothed core, feeling the tips of his fingers rub circles around, pulling sweet and tender moans from you.

“How long is he gone for?”

“A week,” Leon pushed his fingers with harder pressure as he rubbed your sensitive bud through the wet patch already formed from his long digits.

“Good. A week with me, would you like to stay here, darling? I wouldn’t want you to be lonely,” you could only release a nod as you pressed your lips into a line, squeezing your eyes shut as he pushed his index and middle finger deeper and circulated in a clockwise motion—from just a tiny amount of time he knew what would drive you crazy. “Use your words, sweetheart; I can’t mind read,” he tilted his head to the side as he waited for you to open your mouth.

“Yes, I would, yes I would want that,” you managed to fabricate your chosen words in a breathy release as he quicked his motions, moans wanting to erupt already to replace your words.

“Am I already driving you crazy?” you nodded again, “I love it when you’re easy for me… And only me,” his words were elongated, arousal and stimulation within the way he spoke that made your core flutter in excitement and anticipation, even more so when he wrapped the tip of his finger around the side of your already soaked panties, and slowly pushing them to the side, he wasn’t going to rush this no matter how many times he felt you, he always wanted to savour the feeling of making you his.

He lifted your skirt even further to witness your glistening cunt, feeling your heat as he lingered his fingers around your inner thigh, teasing you even more, not knowing when he was going to draw more moans from you, simply with his fingers.

“Do you want to feel good, sweetheart?” you nodded, looking down and spreading your legs even further, “You’re such a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you? Yet you won’t just leave him.”

You had been thinking of leaving your husband ever since you started this affair with Leon, and he wasn’t going to leave it alone until you were his, not just in bodily and emotional connection, but under the eyes of the law and society, he wanted everyone to know that you were his girl.

“You know it w-won’t be any longer,” your breathing hitched as you waited for Leon’s fingers to creep themselves inside you, feeling a tingle and tightening sensation within your stomach the way he looked at you with those eyes that controlled all your feelings.

He ran his thumb over your soft mouth, his other fingers on his left hand rubbing your wet slit, dragging the tips of his fingers along your soaked cunt. Hearing your heavy breathing, he pulled you back for another kiss, his tongue entering your mouth and swirling and sliding on yours, enjoying every minute and surprised little noise secreted from your mouth, muffled by his kisses. He pushed his long and thick digits inside you, slowly, pulling a long and quiet moan as he bit your bottom lip in between kisses, feeling him slowly pump and curl his fingers as your walls tightened around them.

“Does my dirty girl want more?” he whispered to you in between kisses, “and I expect you to use your manners.” He always loved to have that cocky attitude with you, always loving to have the upper hand, knowing you melted every time you felt his touch, forever in his submission.

“Yes, please, Leon,” you begged.

“Good girl.”

He left one final wet kiss on your lips before pushing his chair away with a harsh kick and letting his face be in front of your pussy, your aching pussy that was craving him all through the journey, that craved him every night and day when you were apart. He kissed lightly at your pussy before enclosing your clit with his lips, interlocking with your wet and soft folds, his tongue lapping and dancing around your sensitive cluster of nerves, continuing to pump his long fingers inside you, circling your bud over and over again in perfect rhythm to pushing his digits further into your throbbing cunt, feeling his cock harden inside his pants every time your taste lingered around in his mouth, every time he took ownership with having fun with you.

“All mine,” he quickly said as he continued to press his face back in between your thighs, his hand massaging your thigh, “I’ll never get tired of tasting you,” you felt him smile against you, his breathing deepening as you continued to moan for him.

“Fuck, Leon-” your back arched as your fingers messed through his blonde locks, tugging and ruffling as your head continued to be kicked back. Your eyes squeezed shut as you let his soft lips continue to be attached to your clit, sucking and circling it, his fingers keeping you on the edge and making your toes curl with each load of erotic sound to fill the room’s atmosphere. Leon loved how much you squirmed as you tensed every muscle in your body when feeling that pleasure course through you at the hands and skill of Leon; you felt a pulsating scream ready to roll through your body as you whined from the stimulation; Leon continued to put you over the edge as he increased the speed and rhythm, setting another catalyst for your first orgasm so he threw his hand on your breast and squeezed it tightly, your skin poking out in the gaps of his fingers, later rolling your hardened nipple with his fingers while hungrily lapping his tongue around your clit, like being indulged into an addictive sweet treat.

“Leon!” you screamed like you always did, and he continued to love hearing those sounds.

Your thighs continue to tighten, your pussy spasming, and Leon’s tongue awaiting as you squeezed your eyes shut and engaged your core, releasing a clear and delicious release into his mouth, inviting Leon to lick up every drop and savouring the flavour only he craved every morning and night. He licked up a strip of your pussy, slowly pulling his fingers away as he watched your chest move up and down in rapid action with your changed breathing patterns.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he cooed as he licked his lips, watching your face beg for more. Your heart practically leapt when hearing those words, ready for whatever dictation he will provide for you.

He continued to unbutton and drop his pants down, his erection bouncing out and exposing its red blushed tip already leaking with precum from just receiving the taste of you; you moved off the table and were ready to feel him deep inside, but his next words stopped you momentarily.

“Why don’t you just leave him when he comes back… He’s got somebody… And I don’t want us to keep being secretive,” his hands were placed on your hips, you hoovering over him and feeling your heartbeat move at a quicker pace. “I make you feel better than he ever did. Marry me instead. I know that’s what you want, baby,” a blush crept on your cheeks as he continued to rub your sides, putting pressure on you with his touch.

“Hm, sorry for putting you on the spot, let’s resume-”

“Yes. I will. I will leave him for you.”

Leon’s eyes widened; you no longer felt his touch pressure down onto your skin. He stopped there momentarily as if time had frozen within his body clock.

Then that smirk came back. That knowing smirk of him finally getting his way, that smirk revealing he could finally have you and not just as an affair, he wouldn’t want to give a damn what others thought; he finally had you, and having you was all that mattered to him.

“Come here, you,” he growled as he pulled your underwear, his eagerness igniting impatience as he pulled hard enough for the delicate fabric to rip, the threads pulling out in intricate patterns, pulled down to the carpeted floor; you didn’t care as he pulled you and sat you on his lap, feeling his cock push inside your wet, throbbing, squelching cunt as he aggressively thrusted you down on him, hearing the slap of your skin come crashing down on his thighs, erupting another deep moan out of you as you felt his large cock pressed inside and wrapped around your tight and warm walls.

“Fuck. You’re so tight, baby.” You bounced with the help of Leon’s hands tucked underneath your ass and bouncing you on his member, pushing along his length further inside of you as he felt a craving that now belonged to him, “God. You feel amazing,” he continued to hiss as he felt you, his cock continuing to twitch as he heard your continuous gasps and moans.

“Mmm, you’re so good,” you managed to get the words out as his large hands continued to grip your ass, watching his eyes darken with lust and possession as he watched your tits bounce in front of him with every thrust he pumped inside of you.

“Just like that,” you found the perfect rhythm for him, “Umpth, you’re doing so good, baby,” he kicked his head back as you continued bouncing along his length, a red flush engulfing your pretty face, drool collecting at the corners of your mouth as you continued to scream for Leon and watch his perfect frame push inside of you.

You whimpered as he squeezed your ass hard, your walls clenching around his dick even harder and making his desperation to finish inside you grow as you screamed his name again, releasing another loud luscious orgasm that drove Leon crazy with the fact he knew your body so well.

“Cum for me, Leon,” you whispered, “you know I want to feel it. You know I love it,” you continued to push Leon when you saw that look in his eyes, knowing he was close.

“Hmm, god,” he continued to growl as he felt your pussy tighten around him, “Oh sweetheart, I don’t just need a ring to prove to-to everyone you chose the better man… I need to fucking breed that, that perfect pussy,” he couldn’t create a perfect sentence without being interrupted with the odd messing up of words, focusing on trying not to cum until he finally let this words out; the effort to not release inside you was building up, beads of sweat were forming across his forehead and his chest puffed out in deeper breathing.

“Do it then, I’m all yours.”

A glimmer crossed his blue gaze as he pumped his last belligerent thrusts inside of you, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. His face buried in your tits as he released his white and creamy cum inside of your walls, shooting inside of you with desperation, slowly pushing it further inside you, the head of his cock continuing to bash against your cervix as he fucked his seed further inside of you. His actions released a long, drawn-out moan escaping your glossy lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your formerly tense body melted back into relaxation and your breathing becoming laboured as you felt his cum pool inside of you, the rest trickling down your sticky thighs as you tried to catch you breath.

A secret is always fun to keep, but it eventually comes out, whether from being revealed by another or from people no longer being able to keep it inside and wanting the whole world to know.

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dr4k3n0 · 3 days

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Off Day

Synopsis: After Leon got back from his mission in Spain, you both had some free time, and decided to do some skincare.

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: fluff, probably a crack fic, this is definitely word vomit on a paper- but I'm obsessed with Leon, it's not okay.

Leon oftentimes wasn't sure how he managed to land you in his life. But God damn was he glad that you were. After the events in Racoon City, and soon after being chosen by the government to become a DSO, he merely found himself as a cog. Something that the government could easily replace in the grand scheme of things.

He never got a break, and when he rarely did, it was sometimes barely a week to recover from an injury. Leon often times found himself going into a state of depression, or sometimes even wishing he had not made it out of that fateful night of September 30th, 1998.

But.. that was until he had met you. You were his safe space, his relief, his encouragement to keep going, even when things got tough. Even when things did get rough, you always were there for him, and he was thankful for that.

As of late, Leon had just returned home from his mission back in Spain. He had a few injuries, thankfully none that were too life-threatening, so the government oh so graciously gave him a week or two off. Not that you or him were complaining.

The pair of you had spent the past few days just letting Leon relax and get some much-needed sleep. When he had arrived home after his mission, he had a pair of clean clothes, however, he definitely was in need of a shower. His hair was a mess, somewhat greasy, and probably had a decent amount of dirt in his messy mop of blond hair. He still had a decent amount of grime and dirt clinging to his body too.

You had helped him shower, get comfortable, and then spent the night holding him, exchanging words of affection and expressing how much the opposing party missed the other.

All of that had happened 3 days ago. Now Leon found himself sitting on the toilet seat with you between his legs, his strong hands resting comfortably on your hips. His eyes were closed as you applied the face mask to his face. You had made him wear a matching spa headband with you, not that he really complained or cared.

"Babe," He eventually began. He peaked an eye open to look at you while you smeared the cool liquid on his face. A small smile began to form on his lips as he observed how focussed you looked.

"This stuffs makin' my face tingle, is that good?" He quipped while his eyes closed again as your fingers moved to apply some of the face mask under his eyes.

"Should be normal, I think," You reply, your fingers delicately brushing against his skin.

He opens his eyes again and quirks a brow at you. "You think? Wow, very reassuring, babe," He utters out with an eyeroll. His gaze shifts to the ceiling while you finish up applying the face mask, but he couldn't help but smile at the little giggle you let out.

"Look, it could either mean two things, it's cleaning your skin and doing its job. Or, you're having an allergic reaction to something in the face mask," You retort with a small playful smile.

Leon rolled his eyes again and gave your hip a small squeeze, before huffing quietly. "If I die, you're not invited to my funeral," He uttered in mock annoyance, his arms letting go of your hips and folding over his broad chest while he turned his head away from you.

Gasping dramatically, you place a hand over your heart and act offended, yet you couldn't help but smile. "How cruel of you! You wouldn't invite your own girlfriend to your funeral?" You remarked sarcastically. "I'm hurt, Leon," You add.

Leon chuckled at how dramatic you were being about it, and turned toward you again. "How could I invite you if I'm taking you out with me?" He quipped while sliding his hands up your shirt and tickling you.

Your eyes widened, and you squirmed in his grasp, trying to push his hands away. "Babe!" You whined in between giggles. "Let go-!"

"Nah, it'd be too easy if I just let you go now," He said teasingly. While Leon tickled you, he held onto you, just to make sure you wouldn't hurt yourself in case you tried to go limp to avoid him. He was always careful with you, never wanting to hurt you unintentionally. While he continued his attack of tickling you; is hands then gripped your shirt and lifted it just enough for him to lean forward and blow a raspberry into the soft skin of your stomach, making you squeal in the process.

"Leon Scott Kennedy-" You squeaked while managing to pull away from him and fix your shirt with a pout. Leon got a kick out of your little pout, and the way you said his full name.

"Yea, baby?" He says innocently while trying his hardest not to laugh and make you even more mad, even though it was adorable to him.

"The hell was that-? That was mean-" You mutter with a pout. Turning you back to him, you sulk. Causing him to burst out into laughter.

He couldn't take you seriously with your little pout, along with the purple glittery face mask you were wearing, making it even harder for him to do so. His laughter was loud and hearty, and it was annoying that he was laughing at you, but you hadn't heard him laugh like that in a while, so you decided to let it slide. for now

When he managed to calm down enough to the point his vision wasn't blurring with tears from how hard he was laughing, Leon stood from his perch on the toilet seat, that he was previously sitting on, and carefully wrapped his arms around you from behind. His hands rubbed small circles into your waist while he looked at the both of you in the mirror.

"'m sorry, baby.. are you mad?" He begins while brushing the back of his knuckles against your cheek. Feeling the now hardened face mask over your skin, he kissed your shoulder softly.

As much as you wanted to stay mad at him, you began to melt into him the moment he had wrapped his arms around you and gave you that little guilty look he often gave you in times like this. Looking at him in the mirror, you soon turn to face him and wrap your arms around him, taking him in.

Even if his face was covered in the glittery purple goop you convinced him to do with you, he was still handsome as ever. Your gaze softened a bit, but that was until you had a devilish idea to get back at him. Reaching up to his face, you grab a corner of the mask and playfully pull on it, peeling it off his face so that now it dangled on his face. Along with pulling the headband that was holding his hair up, over his eyes.

You began to laugh and watch as he grunted in annoyance and slid the headband off his head and tossed it at the wall, while beginning to toy with the face mask. "Baby- what the hell," He grumbled, now trying to fully peel it off since you had started it already.

"That was cold, you little brat," He uttered in mock annoyance while managing to get the face mask off the majority of the way, except for the few little spots that were still clinging to his face.

Leon tossed the mask in the trash while his gaze focused back on you. "C'mere you-" He grunted while scooping you up in his arms and pulling the headband off your head and peeling the face mask off your face before you could even register. "Leon, what are you doing-" You say in between giggles while he ended up setting you on the counter so he could use both hands to get it off of you.

"Doing something," He uttered out while concentrating on getting the face mask off of you. Once he managed to peel most of it off of you, he tossed the remains in the trash with his and then picked you back up, placing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You whined in protest, and began to kick your legs and squirm, but really didn't mind it too much. "Put me down- this isn't fair, you jerk!" You huff while punching his back, but not really putting any power behind each punch.

"You're a little shit, y'know that?" Leon commented playfully while his hand slapped your ass, yet not causing much pain. "Leon-" You yelp when his hand makes contact with your rear and he smirks as he plops you down on your shared bed. His eyes observe your look of bewilderment as you try to sit up and fight him off, but he grips your hands and lays down on top of you. "Stinkin' brat," He says with a small chuckle.

He giggles as you try to put up a fight, trying to push him off and he soon pins you to the bed quite easily. "Fuck off-" You huff in mock annoyance, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, and Leon smiles at your little attitude while leaning down and kissing your forehead.

"You're adorable," He murmurs while he peppers small kisses all over your face.

"And you're a dumbass-" You grumble while trying to shield your face from his barrage of kisses while chuckling.

"You think so, sweetheart?" He muses while pressing a quick peck to your lips this time. "You're right, I am a dumbass," Leon says with a playful smirk. "I'm a dumbass in love with the prettiest and most amazing girl in the world," He says with a smile while looking down at you with an affectionate gaze.

You huff quietly and take in his words, thinking them over before letting your gaze soften a little as a small blush forms on your cheeks. "Why'd you have to go and do that-? You're so annoying," You mumble while turning your head away from him to avoid his gaze.

Leon tilts his head to the side while quirking a brow at you. His lips curve into a soft smile as he leans down and kisses your forehead, and his thumb and index finger grip your chin, turning your head to get you to look at him. "Look at me, sweet girl," His tone is quiet and gentle, his icy blue gaze making contact with yours.

Your eyes linger on his and you sigh quietly, just looking into each other's eyes for a moment. The moment was delicate and Leon decided to take the initiative to take it a bit further.

His lips meet your own, while his hand moves to gently cup your cheek and caress it softly. The other being used to hold him up partly so he didn't completely crush you. The kiss was tender and full of love, and you found yourself happily reciprocating the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

Once he had pulled away, his forehead pressed to yours, a small content hum leaving his lips as he opened his eyes to look at you. "I love you," He whispered quietly.

Leon rarely said those words to you. He was better at expressing his love through actions more than words. However, the few times Leon had said those words to you, he meant it every time.

With a small sigh, and your gaze locked on his, you pecked the tip of his nose, a small smile forming on your lips in the process. "I love you too," You breathe out.

Leon smiled at you and caressed your cheek before laying back on the bed, and pulling you into his arms. He begins to cover the both of you up with the blanket, but you stop him.

"Wait- we weren't done- we still need to get the rest of the mask off us and put moisturizers on," You explain to which he smirks and kisses your cheek while pulling the blankets over the both of you despite your protest.

"Oh well, we can deal with it tomorrow, right now, I just wanna hold you," He states while running your fingers through your hair.

"But-" You begin but he quickly shushes you and cuts you off.

"No, it's cuddle time," He declares while pressing your head to his chest.

"But we might break out-"

"Doesn't matter, shut your pretty mouth,"

"But-"

"Goodnight, princess,"

"Leon-"

He goes quiet and begins to fake snore, pretending to be asleep, pretty much ending the debate you were both having.

With a sigh, you relax into him, resting your head on his chest.

God, you loved him.

#oneshot #fluff #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #resident evil #i had to get that out of my brain-#anyway-

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ghosty-writes-23 · 21 hours

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RE2R!Zombie!Leon Headcanons.

!TAGS!: Pure Fluff, tiny bit of angst at the start, No NSFW Content, Leon being blissfully unaware of things.

Ghosty's Notes: These headcanons came from a one-shot I wanted to write a while ago but never got around to actually writing, I feel if Leon was a zombie be would be a mix of Wall-e from the Disney Pixar movie and R from the movie Warm bodies, innocent and caring but determined with a good heart.

Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

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Leon was an undercover police officer investigating the umbrella corporation, but sadly he would find himself being betrayed by the people he thought he could trust, and his team mates as he became part of umbrella’s experiments turning him into a zombie causing an outbreak.

Decomposition had been a lot kinder to Leon, his uniform was slightly soaked in blood, some of it was human but mostly his own, he had some open wounds on his shoulders, chest and back they had stopped bleeding but remained opened as he didn’t heal, cuts and bruises littered his face, he made a makeshift muzzle to put over his mouth to prevent him from biting anybody.

Your first interaction with him is in the RPD underground car park, you had injured your leg and now were stumbling into the car park as you could hear the howl of zombie dogs chasing you. Feeling as if you want to give up a cold hand tugged you down by a car, when you looked at who had pulled you down you were met by a pair of cloudy blues eyes that had a dead but curious look to them.

At first you were terrfied thinking he was going to bite and infect you and before you could think your survivor instincts kicked in and you grabbed the knife from your boot and plunged it into his chest, in that moment you froze, in shock and fear not believing you had just done that.

Once you released the handle the zombie looked at you almost sadly before he reached to his chest and pulled the blade out and wiped the dark blood off onto his gloved hand, you looked at him as you started to feel guilty, was it because he didn’t attack you first?

You felt his gloved hand on your cheek and slowly travel down your jawline and your neck, to the top of your shirt the dark blood on his glove smearing into your skin, then he leaned in with his nose brushing it against your neck, you held your breath for a second, he grunted softy before he grabbed your hand and stood up and gently tugged you along with him, at this point you had no option but to follow him.

He took you to what looked like looked like an art room, it was on the second floor of the RPD, it was a small room with a statue and other art pieces, it was cozy and would have to do for the night.

The zombie that brought you here keep guard all night, he sat by the door as if he was trying to protect you and prevent anything from entering.

After that day the zombie followed you around like a puppy, when he isn’t out exploring on his own, he was your shadow and you were NOT allowed to go anywhere without him.

After staying in the RPD art room for 2 days you decided to take off your now pet zombies muzzle, since he just looked uncomfortable, he didn’t try to fight you as your fingers delicately unbuckled the strap and let the metal fall to the floor.

But when you took the muzzle off you heard something that shocked you to your very core. “Keep-You-Safe.” You heard quietly, almost as if your mind was playing tricks on you, his voice was raspy and strand as if he was forcing the words out, but you were in shock.

!ZOMBIES DON’T TALK!

With this new information you found out your zombie’s name was Leon, and he could only speak 3 words at a time, he spoke very slowly and his voice never got louder than a whisper, but you were just in disbelief that he could actually talk.

With his curious nature you had to tie something around his wrist to prevent him from walking off to explore as you have lost him a few times in the RPD.

He likes to help you anyway possible; he just wants to be useful and helpful.

He likes to bring you gifts that he thinks will be useful, like times he brings you things such as bullets, keys, and medical supplies while another time he brought you a shinny rock that was in the shape of a heart from his outdoor adventures. (Much like a penguin)

Some gifts he will give you: Shinny Rocks, Dead Flowers, and anything else he can find that he thinks you will like.

He broke the glass of the vending machine outside the west office on the first floor so you could have something to eat.

Your always having one sided conversation but you know Leon is listening by the way he looks at you, or tilts his head like a puppy when he doesn't understand something, which you don't mind explaining something to him in more detail.

Lets be real, he is the reason you survive the apocalypses.

Angst Ending: The US government discover Leon's existence and without hesitation he is executed to prevent another outbreak despite your begging and pleading trying to make them see he is different from any other zombie.

Happy Ending: With some makeup and somewhat clean cloths you were able to smuggle Leon out of Raccoon city without being detected, but now you had a new mission to find either the scientist that created the virus that infected him or a scientist that could cure him, as you were determined to try and cure Leon to pay him back for protect you in Raccoon city.

He would be willing to sacrifice what little time he has left (his life) if it meant you got out safely.

!ZOMBIES DON'T TALK! (Be patient he is a little slow.)

Y/n watching Leon trying to open a door: