Realizing I Have. Two Settings When It Comes To Leon

Leon S Kennedy is 100% the type of guy to get drunk and have no idea what’s going on around him.

You lean in to kiss him and he pushes you away by the shoulder and tells you he has a wife.

When you try to convince him that you are his wife, this man deadass just goes “nuh uh” and continues declining your advances.

He finally decides he’s done and calls his wife to pick him up and when your phone rings he’s just like “no fucking way dude”

yeah uh... don't do this :)

Leon Kennedy is traumatized

I love the Leon fluff as much as the next guy but

He’s a great boyfriend but sometimes he doubts himself so much he makes himself distant.

He’s always the big spoon because he can’t imagine not being able to protect you, even while he’s sleeping.

Most of the time it’s hard for him to sleep, so he just lays there holding you, stroking your hair and reminding himself that you’re real and you’re safe. Usually that’s enough to relax him enough to finally be able to fall asleep.

After being with him for so long you’ve learned to tell when he’s having nightmares and wake him up before he wakes himself up. If he starts himself awake he either holds you so tight you can barely breathe, or gets up and locks himself in the bathroom, but either way, he doesn’t speak.

Begs you not to leave him, even though you’ve never even thought about it. He’s so scared he’s going to push you away and make you leave. He needs you to know that he needs you.

Physical touch is very important to him. He worries that if he’s not touching you you’ll disappear. When you’re at home he leans against you while you sit together, or he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, chin on your shoulder as he watches your hands work on whatever it is you’re doing.

In public he’s always holding your hand, or if you’re out to dinner he stretches his leg out to be able to rest it against one of yours.

When he cries, you hold him, squeezing his shaking shoulders and telling him that everything’s okay, that he’s safe.

When he has to go on a mission he makes sure to hold you extra tight before he leaves, and you always promise you’ll be right there waiting for him.

Sometimes he just calls Ashley and hangs up as soon as she answers, not wanting to really talk to her, just making sure she’s actually alive and safe.

It takes him weeks to decompress from a mission. He’s always on edge, jumping at the smallest sounds. He pulled a knife on you once while he was cooking because he didn’t hear you come in.

He was absolutely inconsolable after that, he just felt so guilty. He almost left you because he was scared it would happen again and he would actually hurt you

Considers therapy but realizes it’ll never work because everything that’s happened is classified.

Develops a bit of a drinking problem the older he gets. It’s just gets so much harder for him to bounce back mentally the more he goes through and he doesn’t know what to do.

Hopes he’ll live long enough to retire, but also kind of hopes he’ll die on a mission, but not really, but maybe you’d be better off without him, but he’d still feel bad leaving you behind.

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.

Me when the game specifically made to scare me is scary

Leon in Wesker’s Suit + Lexington glasses

Johnny Cage in this

Shifter

An illusion turns out to be the truth

*Leon’s daughter is about 6*

Leon’s shoulders tense as his daughter’s scream echoes down the hallway again.

“Don’t listen to that Leon, it’s just trying to trick you,” Chris whispers creeping just slightly ahead of Leon.

“I know that. Doesn’t make it any less unnerving though.”

“I know… I can’t imagine.”

The scream comes again, much longer this time before breaking down into hiccuping sobs.

“Daddy.. where are you? I'm scared.”

“I’m coming sweetheart, just be brave a little longer, okay?”

“Leon what the fuck is wrong with you,” Chris hisses, grabbing his arm and pulling him to a stop.

“We’re looking for the thing anyways, and it could look like anyone, besides if this keeps up I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Just don’t make your funeral mine.”

“Dying’s not really an option for me, it’d upset my girls too much,” he states cockily, pushing further down the hallway.

“God, remind me to never get married, you’ve turned into such a loser.”

“Whatever, asshole.”

The end of the hallway opens up into a giant chamber, appearing to have once been part of an atrium. Moonlight streams down from above, and Leon’s phone begins to ring.

The construction of the chamber amplified every little sound, so the drilling sound of his ringtone was deafening. He’s about to ignore the call and send it to voicemail when he realizes it’s his wife.

He answers it cautiously, trying to stay alert to the possible danger around him.

“Leon,” she cries, oh she’s absolutely frantic. “You’re still in France, right?”

“Yes darling I’m still here. What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been calling you for hours, I went to pick Emmy up from school and they told me you’d already gotten her.” He just hangs up and tucks his phone back into his pocket.

Oh god. That thing had taken his baby to get at him. Or maybe there was more than one. His mind was racing with so many different possibilities he couldn’t focus.

“Daddy,” the little girl cries, having heard her fathers voice.

“Where are you baby? Daddy’s here,” he calls, searching around frantically for his daughter.

“I’m over here daddy!”

“No, daddy I’m over here! The monster’s here somewhere.”

“Split off,” Chris whispers, heading towards one of the voices and gesturing Leon towards the other.

Leon finds her cowering between a stone coffin and it’s lid leaning against it.

“I’m here honey,” Leon whispers, reaching out a hand towards the little girl.

“Are you my real daddy,” she questions, just barely sticking her face out enough for him to see her bright blue eyes.

“I am, I promise, and if you show me where the monster is I can get rid of it and we can go home to mommy,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around her and pointing his gun at her head, squeezing his eyes shut and pulling the trigger.

The body in his arms turns into a viscous sludge as the shape-shifter dies, returning to its true form.

“Chris, is she safe,” Leon calls, heading around a large pillar to where Chris and Emmy are hiding.

“Yeah, she’s alright,” he replies, unwrapping his arms from the little girl, letting her go to Leon. “How’d you know that it was the shape-shifter so quickly?”

Leon pulls his weeping daughter into his arms and squeezes her to his chest. “My little girls eyes are brown, like her mothers, not blue.”

“I see. Good thing you had to deal with it, not me, I’d have never been able to tell. Thing would have killed me.”

“We got Evac on the way?”

“Landing now,” Chris confirms, firing a flare through the once vaulted ceilings to let the helicopter know where they are.

By the time they load into the helicopter, Emmy’s already asleep clinging to Leon’s chest while he holds her tight to his body, his eyes wild and untrusting.

“Leon, it’s okay. You have her, she’s safe now.”

“This should have never happened. I need to cover my tracks better. I…need to call my wife,” he mumbles, reaching into his pocket, trying not to wake the child clinging to him.

“Leon. Leon, let me, you need to rest. You’ve been through a lot .”

Leon just weakly hands his phone across the aisle to Chris, who dials Leon’s wife.

When she answers she’s frantic, which made sense considering Leon had just hung up on her in the atrium. “Leon, what's going on? Is everything okay? Did you find Emmy?”

“Hey, Mrs. Kennedy, it’s Chris. Everything’s alright now. Emmy’s safe. We’re on our way home now.”

“Can I talk to Leon?”

“He’s not really… up to that right now. I think he’s in shock.”

“Oh. I see. I’ll see him when he gets home I guess.”

When Leon finally gets home he walks straight up the stairs, gently waking Emmy up and getting her ready for a bath.

“Leon is everything alright,” you question, coming up beside him, inspecting your daughter to make sure she’s not injured.

“Just… let me get her put to bed and then we can talk about it.”

You nod silently and go back into your shared room.

After a few minutes he comes into the bedroom, carrying a now clean, and very sleepy Emmy in his arms. He lays her down on the bed beside you and turns to riffle through a drawer for some clothes before disappearing back into the bathroom.

When he returns he himself is fresh and clean, all the scratches that were previously hidden by dirt were now visible as he slid into the bed, wrapping his arms around his daughter and his wife, squeezing them both tightly.

“It was pretending to be her. I tried not to look when I killed it, but it was so convincing, and even now I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if I was wrong. I’d never be able to forgive myself.”

“But you weren’t, and you’re both here now, and that’s all that matters. How did you tell the difference?”

“Its eyes were blue. It’s terrifying that I did that based on such a small notion. I love you both so much. No matter what, I’ll do anything for you. I can’t lose you,” he whispers, his eyes glassy with tears as he looks at you.

“I know Leon. We’re alright. Everything’s okay now.”

“I hope that’s true,” he mumbles, closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep.

thinking about re4!vamp!leon who’s kinda maybe obsessed with your neck, you’ve called him a vampire jokingly, his response was nipping at the skin of your neck. you laugh, he laughs, and you of course don’t know what he truly is.

it’s always jokes and laughs, you call him a vampire and he playfully nips at your wrist or your neck, you push him away and scoff, telling him to be careful or you’ll actually bleed—and god, what he would give to get even a lick of your blood.

he slips up when he’s fucking you one night, you’re in missionary and he’s holding onto your wrist so tight you’re afraid it’ll break—he’s nudging his nose right in the middle of it, and when he feels your pussy clench around him, he loses it for a split second and his teeth sink in.

the very first taste of your blood has him whimpering and his hips staggering. ‘’Oh—oh—shit..fuck..ngghh..’’ he’s trying so hard to stop, but when your blood tastes like his very own drug he’s afraid he’s fucked, how is he ever supposed to be around you now? you’re still laying there, pupils blown wide and mouth agape—you aren’t even sure what happened.

but then you see it, the sharp point of his fangs, how he’s almost in a trance, licking your wrist and swaying softly, his skin somehow seems even more porcelain, and his eyes are the most deep shade of red—he finally looks at you and you’re not sure if you’re supposed to be aroused, or scared.

he’s looking at you as if you just stole every star in the sky and gave it to him in a pretty red box. ‘’fuck- leon, what?’’ he’s quickly shushing you, nuzzling against your neck now, ‘’shh..don’t worry baby..you gave me everything I needed, just..let me take care of you now, okay?’’ and when you look at him again, his eyes are their normal blue, and his teeth that were just fangs are ordinary, what the hell?

@ vulturni 2023

tooth gaps are soooooooo 🥴