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Idk if you are still active, but i jist want to say, i loove love your fluff fics bout Leon. The massage one is a chefs kiss. Hope your days are going well!!
hi, thank you!! i'm so glad you enjoyed!! it's been forever since i've written leon fanfic lmao. i'm in college now so it's considerably harder for me to write fanfic now ;,)) i might continue one day, maybe even do different fandoms or something
cw/themes: very short. leon is a vamp oooo so spooky. he feeds off you. shit hurts but he makes it better
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leon releases a deep groan as he sinks his fangs into your jugular, the flavor immediately blanking his mind out. he barely processes your squirming from where you sit between his thighs, your back against his chest. your hand shoots out to grip his ridiculously muscular thigh, the other weaving it’s way into his blond locks. his are preoccupied as well, one cups your jaw to keep your head back just right so the flesh of your throat stays taut. the other is secure around your waist.
your mouth falls open with a breathless whimper when he begins to suck, eyes screwing shut as the pain fizzles out from piercing and sharp to dull. you can feel your blood slowly start to drip past your collar bone and it makes you shiver. the grip you have on his hair tightens and it shakes him out of his daze a bit.
right, it hurts. sometimes it slips his mind, you just taste so good.
leon quickly swallows a few mouthfuls of blood before unlatching from your neck and lazily drags his tongue up the length of your throat to collect the crimson staining your skin, his breathe hot against your flesh. you let out a ragged moan in relief as he begins to circle the tip of his tongue around the puncture wounds, the saliva cooling the irritated skin down.
your head lolls back farther against his shoulder as the dizziness sets in. it’s worth it when he peppers the affected area with soft kisses and an endless amount of ‘thank you’s are all that’s left to be said from him.
“You wouldn’t have a key to this random door, would you?”
Flufftober 14: locked in/trapped
You and Leon are stuck in a storage closet at the DSO's headquarters. One problem: You're claustrophobic.
fluff, (obvi) second person pov, gn reader, idiots in love, mutual pining, leon is awkward at feelings, he is also a major simp for you, written with re4 leon in mind but can be read as any, let me know if i need more tags. i don’t think it needs much? NOT PROOFREAD.
word count: 2.1k
i fell in love with leon and subsequently hopped on the fluff train, now i'm writing this nonsense fic. rationale is,, not optimum rn but thats fine, uhh enjoy, simps.
“Ow-!” Leon winced in response to you stepping on his foot by accident.
“Sorry!” You took your foot off of Leon’s as you tried to look for that damn battery pack Hunnigan told you and Leon to look for, struggling greatly to find it as you shined your flashlight in various directions, trying to find it.
A blackout had happened at the DSO. Those usually never happen at HQ, due to there being backup generators during city-wide blackouts, but apparently, some idiot electrician fixing something down there had screwed up and caused all the lights at HQ to go bye-bye.
So now you were stuck in a dark, small, storage room only big enough for two people to freely move around in, looking for a spare battery pack for people’s flashlights.
“Found it yet?” Leon asked, shining his flashlight at the storage racks filled with various chemicals and cleaning supplies. You scoffed in response.
“If I did, I’d be grabbing the thing and getting out of this damn room ASAP. Starting to get really uncomfortable here..” You replied with snark, spotting the battery pack a little bit after. With a feeling of accomplishment, you took it. “Found it.” You turned around and held it up, shining your flashlight upwards.
“Good, let’s get out of here and get it to Hunnigan. Still don’t know why she made us do this..” He sighs, hand reaching out to turn the lever door knob.
As he does so, the door knob falls to the floor with a clatter. Leon picks it back up and tries to reattach the piece of metal, but fails; and it falls to the floor again.
Silence envelops the room as the two of you stare at the door knob for a few seconds… and then slowly, your eyes meet each other’s.
Shit.
“What did you do!?” You were the first to break the silence with an exasperated remark, questioning how the fuck Leon managed to break the doorknob.
“I didn’t do anything! The knob just.. broke.” He replies, equally as confused as you are.
Oh shit, this was your worst nightmare put into words. Which was ironic, considering you worked at an organisation that dealt with nightmarish monstrosities on the regular.
Of all the things you could be afraid of, somehow small spaces were one of those great fears.
You felt yourself begin to panic. The room felt suffocating.
“Okay, relax, I’ll just call Hunnigan and tell her we’re stuck in the storage closet. She’ll get us out.” Leon pulled out his phone and flipped it open, dialling Hunnigan. Shortly after, she picked up, and he explained what had happened to the both of you.
As Leon was on the phone with her, you bit the inside of your cheek and began to zone out, trying to keep yourself together. You could barely hear their conversation as a high-pitched ringing drowned out their voices.
“..Thanks Hunnigan. Bye.” He ended the call, flipping his phone closed with a sigh. “Hunnigan called facilities. ETA is in an hour, so we might as well get comfy.” He pocketed the device as he turned to your still form staring at the wall. “Hey, you good?” He reached over to pat you on the shoulder, snapping you out of your trance.
That seemed to work, as your head immediately turned to him. “Huh? What?”
Leon sighed, repeating what he just said to you. “Are you okay?” He added at the end. “You were kinda.. zoning out.”
You shook your head and sighed, your face twisted into a frown. “No- yeah, I’m uh..”
Leon raised a brow. “Are you okay or not?”
Figuring that you can’t hide the truth forever, especially not in a room as small as this, you decided to tell him your fear. “I’m claustrophobic. And I’m kinda, y’know, freakin’ out right now-” You laughed in an attempt to stop yourself from spiralling, but it just made you look sad.
A look of realisation crossed Leon’s face as he tried to think of what to do to help you calm down. He had experienced panic attacks before, and he knew how to deal with them. Maybe that can help?
“Alright, deep breaths right now, okay?” Leon took your hands and sat you down on the cold floor in an attempt to ground you back to reality. He gently took your face and made you look at him, his blue eyes meeting yours. “Tell me five things you can see.” He took your shining flashlight and pointed it up, letting you see your surroundings.
You looked around momentarily, your eyes landing on a plastic container filled with an orange liquid. “Floor cleaner,” Your eyes trailed over to other spots, “Rat poison, white floor, mop, mop bucket.”
“Good.” Leon tried to remember the next step. “Four things you can touch.”
You raised a hand and felt around the place, landing on the cold floor. “Floor..” You touched your arm, fabric balled into your grip. “Clothes,” you reached behind you to feel the cold metal of the storage rack. “Storage rack..”
You then looked down at Leon’s hand on yours, turning your wrist to intertwine your fingers with his. “Your hand..” You mumbled with a little warmth in your cheeks. Leon seemed to share the same heat on his face as well, but you both chose to ignore it.
Clearing his throat, Leon let your hand stay with his as he ran you through the last three steps of the grounding technique.
“You feel better?” He asks softly, rubbing the skin of your hand with his thumb.
You nodded, looking up at him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m.. feeling better now..”
There was a kind of tension in the room as the two of you sat on the floor of the supply closet in silence, hand in hand. Neither of you had ever done this before, so there was a definite awkwardness.
He was just trying to help you calm down, You thought to yourself, rationalising his actions. Nothing more to it.
Your eyes shifted over to Leon, glancing at his face for a second before looking away.
Shit, they’re probably uncomfortable right now, Leon silently thought to himself. But, they’re not pulling their hand away.. Maybe they don’t mind it?
“How- how much time did Hunnigan say facilities would get here?” You broke the silence with a question.
“An hour, she said. Although, they might get here a bit later because they’re still dealing with the electricity problem. Then they’ll get us out.” He replied with a sigh, leaning back into the metal storage rack behind the two of you. “Don’t worry. It probably won’t be too long.”
You nodded in response. An hour, huh? Well fuck. What’s two people to do ‘til then?
The two of you sat in more silence as you quietly waited for time to pass by, the occasional clicking of shoes together the only source of sound in the room. Leon’s flashlight was propped up and acted as the singular light source that illuminated everything just enough for it to be visible. With which, you decided to admire your best friend’s arms.
Everyone with eyes knew Leon was a catch. He was blessed with good looks, and a body that looked like it was chiselled by the Gods. Whether he knew it or not, he was dashing. You knew that, everyone did.
Fortunately, (or unfortunately,) you had the pleasure of knowing what was behind that physical layer and found the treasure underneath. He was kind, endearing, always fought for what was right, and was overall, a really good guy.
And thus, the crush began. You’ve been hiding it pretty well, you’d think. He didn’t seem to notice anything. Besides, if he did, it’s not like you could do anything about it. He probably doesn’t feel the same..
As you went on your little thought train, your mind wandered deeper into the brainrot, thinking about how his arms would feel wrapped around you and embracing you in a warm hug..
“Can you like, hug me?”
Leon turned to you, giving you a look of confusion. “What?”
Shit, did you say that out loud? FUCK.
Well, no turning back now.
“Uh- can you.. give me a hug?” You asked again, a little more embarrassed this time.
He was a little bit hesitant, but you reassured him that it was fine. And so he finally put his arms around you, gently pulling you towards him and resting your head on his shoulder. The position was not innocent at all. You were facing him, your chest against his as his arms wrapped around your waist and your head rested on his shoulder.
A little intimate for ‘best friends’, there. A little voice in your head spoke up, but you quickly shut it down, deciding to ignore it in favour of feeling the comfort of Leon’s arms around you.
Even if he doesn’t like me in the same way, then at least… you can still enjoy the feeling of being his best friend. Enjoy this hug.
Your shoulders slumped a little at that thought.
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Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, the holiest of fucks. What in the actual hell am I doing?
Leon silently panicked to himself as he held you in his arms. Was he really doing this? Was this real? Did he or did he really not have his best friend/long-time crush in his arms right now? And you’re the one that asked for the hug? This was a dream come true.
Maybe… this is a hint that they like me? He thought to himself, before dismissing the thoughts. No.. they probably don’t feel the same way.
He heard a little yawn from you, betraying your fatigue. “You wanna sleep?” He asked, to which you nod in response to. “Alright..” Acknowledgement comes from him in the form of a soft whisper.
Fuck, they’re so cute when they’re tired.. He raised a hand from your waist to your back, drawing circles to help you fall asleep. He knew you deserved this. You’ve been running around settling the technical things since the blackout, no wonder you’d be just about ready to collapse.
After about 20 minutes, he eventually feels you relax in his arms, your breathing slowing down to a calmer, more peaceful pace. A tell-tale sign that you’re asleep.
He sighs quietly, deciding to talk to himself as you sleep. “Why did I have to fall for you?” He whispers as he continues to draw circles on your back. “Why did it have to be you?”
“You’re way out of my league. Stunning, smart, funny… God, I knew I’d never have a chance, but I just couldn’t help falling for you.”
It was really no wonder how he fell for you. You were everything he wanted, but he knew he’d never have you for a multitude of reasons.
“You’re much better off without me. You shouldn’t have to worry about someone who’ll die on you anytime I’m away. But fuck, I want you so bad.”
That was the truth. His job made it hard to maintain a relationship, he knew that, you knew that. In fact, every agent in the building knew it. Though there were no restrictions on having a family, most were either too busy to find love or chose not to for obvious reasons.
Leon held you tighter in his arms, being careful not to crush you. “I love you. So much. I know I can’t have you, but that’s fine. I’ll keep loving you from afar.”
He sighed, thinking about why he was even spilling his heart out like this. “What am I saying? You can’t even hear me..” He chuckled mirthlessly. His hand gently cradled the back of your head, a small smile on his face as he played with the hair on the nape of your neck.
Unbeknownst to him, you were still awake. Half-asleep, but you heard everything.
Bonus:
The lights flickered back on, waking Leon up from his sleep. The power was back, and there was a clattering of the lock on the other side of the door.
“You two okay in there?” Hunnigan’s muffled voice called from the other side of the door. “We almost got the lock opened, just hold on.”
A few minutes later, the door opened, revealing a guy from facilities and Hunnigan standing in the doorway. “Oh, thank God you two are fine-”
She stops in her tracks, spotting you in Leon’s arms, sitting on the floor. She blinks a few times, trying to connect the dots. “Did you two-”
“Nothing happened.” Leon got up, carrying you with ease and walking out of the door. He did not want to speak of what happened, lest it caused a gossip storm among the employees. “Don’t tell anyone.”
Hunnigan just followed along, kind of having this ‘whatever’ mindset.
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Hi! I requested that fic about gum earlier and honestly? It was absolutely gorgeous! If you were still writing fiction, maybe you might be interested in my idea?
Some kind of fluff about how Leon shows his care in minor details (which obviously are not such for him). For example, the reader always walks on the inside of the sidewalk when they are together, or the side of Leon's bed is closer to the door. And when he makes you tea or coffee, of course he always takes a small sip to make sure that it won't be too hot for the reader. Maybe you have ideas for something similar?
thank you very much for the ask!!!! hope you enjoy <3
content themes: leon's love language is a mix of quality time and acts of service
an absolute gentleman, albeit awkward. he tries to show his love and care as casually and subtle as possible. he doesn’t like a whole lot of attention when he does things, a simple “thank you.” will do
ensures your safety. his line of work has him paranoid. makes sure you’re on the inside of the sidewalk away from the road. if you’re bending over to reach for something under a table or cabinet, he places a hand over the edge so you don’t hit your head when you’re straightening up. If you’re walking through a crowd or tight space, he likes to have a gentle hand on your shoulder blade to guide you
opens the door for you. when you say thank you, leon scratches his head and looks away, muttering a “sure thing.” under his breath
likes to offer a hand whenever you need help. whether it be finding that missing ingredient you absolutely need for a recipe that you know is somewhere in the house or just plain old car maintenance, he’s your guy
he’s not a very talkative guy, but a great listener. is always there to hear you out on your rants. he likes to ask you about your day or “how’s that __ thing going?” just to get you talking
remembers small things about you. your favorite color, favorite food, what you like and what you don’t in general. it can even be a small “i remember you saying that.” during a conversation
thoroughly prepared for any aches or pains you might have. before he knew you, the only things he carried on him were his phone, wallet, and keys. now, travel sized containers of pain meds and random bandaids are always shoved in his pant pockets. if he sees any signs of discomfort (such as a headache), he casually hands you some tylenol and water without saying anything. he doesn’t want you to feel bad in any capacity
enjoys sharing things. food, a sip of his coffee, chapstick, etc.
would absolutely gift you small weapons for you to protect yourself with. pocketknives, switchblades, tasers, stuff like that. he’ll teach you a thing or two in knife safety
oh mY GOD, i am such a sucker for fluff. actually had to stop reading a few times so i could take it all in and grin like a dork. also, i sent that ask very late at night, i swear i didn’t realize it was so long 🫣 anyway! love your writing and i hope you feel better soon!
re4!leon kennedy is impatient. especially when he gets home, eyes hooded. he doesn’t eat you out for your pleasure. only for his. he’ll just walk in, you with a pretty smile sat in your desk chair, greeting him. but leon’s already on his knees, pulling your legs apart as he doesn’t pay mind to your surprised hitch of breath. your pants and panties are already pulled away and tossed, before one of his hands are rested on your stomach to stop you from moving so much. he doesn’t say a word as he harshly widens yours legs even more, leaning in, and licking straight up your already weeping pussy. no matter how much you squirm leon won’t be stopping, lapping at your cunt until all you can say is babbled murmurs. his body begins to relax the more he eats you out, lifting your legs to rest over his shoulders as he sucks and nibbles on your clit, making your thighs shake. leon doesn’t eat you out for your pleasure. he’s selfish when he’s tense. so, when you’ve reached your first orgasm his tongue isn’t slowing, now beginning to thrust into your hole, as you try and breath through the overstimulation, pushing at his head to leave your poor cunt. “l-leon—i can’t—“ “jus’ stay quiet.” he murmurs lowly into your pussy as he pushes his head even further between your legs making your chest heave. one after the other. your orgasms never end, and your mind is mush. leon kisses your pussy lips, sucks on your clit and devours all of your arousal. and it’s all for his benefit alone.
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hi! the gum fic?? that was so cute, i loved it!! definitely haven’t read it multiple times now.
honestly, really missing the more flirty, snarky leon from the original re4. absolute menace. my ever-growing brainrot for this man has been fed. thank you so much. 🙏
ok, ok. hear me out—i imagine og re4 leon would be the kind of boyfriend who thrives on flustering his s/o. so much teasing. he can’t help it, you’re just so cute when you blush. makes him happy. he’d probably do shit like cup your cheek, leaning in real close so you can feel the warmth of his breath. half-lidded eyes, slow breathing, you’re weaving a hand through his hair. you lean in. and then he pulls away, acts like nothing happened, just because he knows it drives you crazy.
no pressure, of course! just wanted to share an idea i had. so sorry if this is too much, i am down astronomically bad.
an: thank you so much for the suggestion! no problem at all, my friend. anything relating to leon is a job for me, indeed. sorry this took me forever, i’ve been deathly sick haha. this is also all over the place, so forgive me. fever delusions haha
cw: no smut, but suggestive stuff. kissy mwah mwah stuff, leon likes to make you nervous
original re4 leon headcanons.
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~•if you’re shorter than him, it will never end for you.
•if he’s standing beside you, he’ll use your shoulder as an armrest. he won’t disrespect you by using your head lol.
•will give you a bunch of nicknames. aka, “short-stuff/shortcake”, “lil’ bit”, “pipsqueak”, the list goes on.
~•loves getting near you/in your space, (as long as he knows you don’t mind it).
•if he needs your attention, he’ll place a hand on your shoulder or back, his thumb mindlessly rubs up and down on the fabric of your shirt.
•even if you’re just talking to each other, he’ll take an extra step forward so you’re that much closer. he likes seeing your eyes falter away from his when he does that.
•if you’re showing him something on your computer or phone, he’ll lean on close beside you. if it’s on the computer, he’ll place a hand on the back of your chair, the other on the desk conveniently close to where your (small in comparison) hand rests on the mouse.
he’ll nod encouragingly, humming close to your ear as you try to get the words out right. he’s just so close.
•he’s also known to kabedon. be on the look out for that if you’re leaning against a wall
~•will kiss you anywhere but where you want him to. he’s always asking,
“where do you want me, sweet thing?”
you’re squirming as you gesture to where you want him to kiss. maybe it’s your neck, your thighs, your lips.
•and he always acts like he’ll do your bidding. he positions himself and leans down, pausing as he moves the fabric of your clothing covering it previously. you exhale shakily as you feel the warmth of his breathe fan across the area of your sensitive skin and right as you think you’ll feel the press of his velvety smooth lips, all he does is ghost over the area and moves somewhere else.
•“leon..” he thoroughly relishes the groan of frustration you let out and he’s slowly making his way back up to you,
“all you gotta do is ask nicely, baby.”
~•teases you with acting like he’s gonna kiss you.
he’ll get all close, your breaths are mingling, his hands are on you, he might even have you against a wall. your heartbeat is picking up as he’s leaning in-
but all he does is nip at your bottom lip.
•you open your eyes and look up in disbelief, he’s sniggering and beginning to turn away, but you make quick work of him.
you grab his arm, tugging him close back to you by the collar, and feverishly capturing his lips in yours. he’s gasping into it and you’re growling in satisfaction.
•the force of your pull has him stumbling into you, accidentally pushing you back against the wall, his hand quickly splaying on the wall by your head to balance himself. his body shudders as you run a hand down his chest.
~•leon’s not scared of pda. he’s interested in you and he’s not afraid for people to know. not afraid for his hands to wander down to your waist, to hug you from behind. to let that innocent, quick peck to your temple to turn into licks and sucks at the curvature of your ear, down to nip at your jugular.
•“leon..!” you’re whining, reaching behind you to grab onto him, get his attention.
he’s humming low into your shoulder as you continue,
“there’s- hah.. there’s people nearby, please…” your eyes are squinting shut as his hands pull you flush against his back.
“mmm, if you say so.” he gives a long lick from where your shoulder meets your neck, to where it meets your jaw. it has you shivering, letting out a mindless moan as your head falls back-
and suddenly he’s gone, leaving you to struggle to come back to reality. you’re panting while you lean against the closest thing near you to support yourself on.
~•whoever gets home last, the other liked to help them unwind. help them undress, put them to bed.
•if it’s you he’s assisting, he takes his time removing your clothes. you’ll both be on the bed, he’s behind you encouraging your shirt off and once the fabric is gone he appreciates the skin of your back. his sizable hands massage at your tense shoulders, the space between your shoulder blades are gifted a series of kisses that make you shiver.
•leon always enjoys himself too much, either way. he makes a show out of it when you’re helping him.
•you’re busy unlacing his shoes, he’ll be leaning back on the bed he’s sat on, pulling his shirt over his head as he arches his back, stretching out his spine with a groan, the abdominal muscles poking through his pale skin contract with the stretch, his chest heaving with a satisfied sigh, your eyes glazing over the view you get of his throat and defined jawline with his head tilted back.
•you blink for the first time in a bit when he rolls his head back to front. you clear your throat as you finally get his shoes off, but he’s sliding a sock clad foot behind you and pulling you forward into his pelvis.
•you let out a soft ‘oof’ sound as you make contact with him, your hands splaying out on his hips as he speaks,
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