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lethan dating shenanigans
#ethan winters#leon kennedy#lethan#resident evil#resident evil fanart#rebhfun#lethan nation ive returned#insert mercy overwatch gif#leon trying so hard to be a romantic person but hes a total loser flop and ethan knows already#he thinks its very endearing though#he gives leon smooches#leon love language giving people things that mean a lot to him#ethan love language#self sacrifice#errmmm#this just got awkward#ermm#we can look into that later#scratches back of my head
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Hold My Calls
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: you teasing leon about his flip phone leads to some fun
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), fucking during a phone call, age gap, daddy kink, praise/degradation, over-stimulation
word count: 2.9k
a/n: hey everyone school is kicking my ass rn, but i am back with another one. thank you so much for the support on my last post that meant the world to me. i don't care if this is not technologically accurate or whatever just let me be delusional in peace. as always comments and reblogs are appreciated and i will give you special smooches in return <3
also thank you too my loves @tosuckmyweenis @kaitkatme @chasingkennedy @explorevenus @sleepyluxe @death-paint @petitecolibri for helping me come up with ideas for this one and/or beta reading - ily all sm :)
When you started dating Leon Kennedy, obviously you knew there was an age gap. You figured it wasn’t a big deal. He’s only thirty-six. That isn’t that much older. And for the most part, that was true. The difference in years never seemed to play a huge part in how you loved each other. But there was one thing that reminded you of this man’s age.
He had a fucking flip phone.
Honestly, it didn’t even say much about his age. It highlighted his stubbornness. He was not incompetent. His job had him working with all kinds of shit that you didn’t even try to understand, so it’s not like he can’t work a smartphone. He just doesn’t want to.
It didn’t really matter. If anything, it was kind of cute. The way he fumbled with the buttons that were too small for his fingers. The loud chiming ringtone that he would grumble about yet never turn down. The sight of him trying to find the right distance to hold the phone away from his face so he could read the font. You had heart eyes on your first date when this man popped in a CD because he couldn’t use the aux with his flip phone. They were simple quirks, but they were just so endearing to you. You’d tease him about being outdated, and he’d put up with it cause it was you.
“Why do I need anything more? This thing can call you, and that’s all I really need,” he’d say with a teasing expression when you’d crack a joke.
You’d roll your eyes at the excessive charm, but you couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah, but-”
And he’d cut you off with a kiss. “Trust me. I like it. It’s simple. Plus it’s like indestructible. But if I ever want an upgrade, you’ll be the first to know.”
The only time Leon ever considered ditching his trusty flip phone and upgrading to something more advanced was when you would send him nudes. Seeing the masterpiece that is your body reduced to a handful of pixels on the tiny screen drove him fucking wild. Upon hearing the chime of his phone and seeing the small image of you gracing his screen, he’d find a moment alone to try and see the details. He’d hold the phone two inches away from his face trying to make out every last curve. Days when he got those pictures ended with nights where you got fucked on every surface in the house.
He’d come home from work, his eyes full of lust before he even saw you. You’d glide into the room with a knowing smile on your face. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you.
“Hi, baby. How was work?” you ask, feigning innocence. You close the distance between the two of you and wrap your arms around him.
“Oh, you care about my work now, huh?” he asks, a smirk creeping onto his face as his arms return your embrace, “Doesn’t seem like it when you send me those cute pictures during the day, distracting me, making me think about you when I should be focused.”
Your lips part and your eyebrows raise in mock offense. “I only send those to help you, motivate you,” you tease as your fingers coast along his biceps, “Maybe if you had a real phone they wouldn’t bother you so much. You’d be able to see everything clearly and not be left imagining.”
“I don’t need to stress about pictures though when I got the real thing waiting at home for me every night,” he purrs as he leans in and starts kissing you.
You return the kiss with the same level of passion, lips moving with his as the two of you stumble over to the couch. You fall back onto the cushions with Leon on top of you. His hands already roam your body and begin removing articles of clothing. He wasn’t in the mood to take his time after having that grainy image of you gnawing at his mind all day.
“Fuck, baby. Every time… I can never get enough,” he grunts as he yanks your top over your head and tosses it to the side. His hands rub up and down your sides, the rough pads of his fingers dragging over your sensitive skin and making you squirm. In no time though, they’re on your breasts. He kneads the plump flesh as his lips trail down to your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of saliva-coated skin in their wake.
He’s all over you all at once it seems. It’s overwhelming in the best way. You’re moaning and writhing on the couch, nearly trying to hump his leg while one of your hands tugs at his hair. You bite your lip and whimper as his lips move down over the swell of your chest.
He grabs your hips firmly and presses them down to the couch. His half-lidded eyes look up at you momentarily. “Quit squirming,” he breathes. He gives your chest a few more kisses while keeping his eyes locked with yours. “Need time with my pretty girl after I’ve been aching for her all day.”
You give a weak nod and focus on controlling your movements as he tugs your shorts off and drops them.
“Good girl,” he mutters before attaching his lips to one of your nipples and swirling his tongue around the peak. He hums in satisfaction as he feels the bud in his mouth. His fingers lazily stroke up and down your folds over your panties. He disconnects his mouth momentarily and looks up at you again with a smirk on his face.
“So wet already?” he teases, now being his turn to look smug, “You want me just as bad, don’t you? That’s why you send those pictures right? You’re missing Daddy while he’s at work?”
“Mhm, miss you so bad. It drives me crazy,” you say. A whimper escapes you as his fingers apply more pressure and his movements more strategically target your clit.
“I can tell. Makes you act like a little slut, huh?” he asks before he kisses down your stomach to the hem of your panties.
You feel your face getting hot at his comment, but you nod anyway. You bite your lip and keep your eyes locked with his.
He chuckles at your timid confirmation. “That’s ok, honey. Daddy’s here now. I’m gonna make sure you get all the attention you need. Can’t have my girl left wanting,” he says, pulling down your panties and putting them with your other discarded clothes.
He loops his arms around your thighs and pulls you closer so that you’re angled in a way he can reach you from his position on his knees. Your back is flat on the couch, and your legs are held over his shoulders. He doesn’t waste time, licking a stripe up your cunt and then delving his tongue inside of you.
Your head falls back onto the cushion in response. A moan escapes your throat at the sensation. Your sounds only increase in frequency and volume as he grips you tighter and fucks his tongue in and out of you. He watches you, relishing how he can pleasure you with so few touches. His tongue laps up your wetness and his mouth finds your clit again, sucking and flicking against the bundle of nerves just how you like.
His name and a variety of expletives leave your mouth while your hand slides into his hair and holds the blonde locks. Your hips twitch from the rising feelings of ecstasy in your tummy, but Leon’s hands keep you firmly in place. He devours you like a starved man, the hours of torture that little picture inflicted on him all paying off right now.
He’s skillfully swirling patterns onto your clit and occasionally exploring your insides. He knows you’re close because he can feel the way you’re pulsing and hear the way your moans and whines reach that slightly higher pitch. It only makes him work with more dedication.
“That’s right, sweetheart. C’mon, give it to Daddy. Let me taste it,” he grunts as he continues working you to the edge.
You cry out, your thighs quivering and your hips bucking as you succumb to release. You’re moaning with abandon, fingers clutching his hair as tight as possible. He groans into you from the sight in front of him.
You ride the high and he continues with his mouth throughout. When you reach the seeming conclusion, your chest is heaving and your limbs feel heavy, but Leon doesn’t stop. He continues on as if you were still on the way to your climax instead of coming down.
“Too much,” you whimper as your hips jerk and your hands make a weak attempt to push his head away, “Daddy, please.”
“Daddy, please?” he mocks with a laugh, “But this is what you wanted, babydoll. You wanted my attention, didn’t you?”
You whine, hips still squirming as your retort dies in your throat. It felt euphoric, it was just so much. This was what you wanted though.
“That’s what I thought,” he says before burying his face between your thighs again.
He continues eating you out until you’re an absolute mess. Your eyes are rolling back, nonstop whimpers fall from your lips, and your twitching thighs are clamped around Leon’s head. It was what he’d been wanting to see since he’d heard that chime in his back pocket.
“I’m gonna cum,” you slur. Your head felt cloudy from the numerous orgasms he’d brought you. A strangled cry tears through you as your body moves like it’s possessed. You convulse on the couch while his mouth makes you see stars for the umpteenth time.
Tears prick at your eyes from the intensity of your release, and finally, he starts easing off of you. He pulls your thighs off of his head and leans back. He wipes his chin that’s coated in your slick and licks his fingers. Seeing that alone has you clench around nothing which in turn spreads a smirk on his face.
“Good girl, baby,” he coos, planting a kiss on your inner thigh, “You did so well. I’m proud of you.”
He stands up from his knees, grunting as he gets to his feet and taking a moment to stretch. You can tell the extended amount of time in the position put some strain on him. Your lips curl into a small smile while adoration fills your hazy eyes.
“Your joints locking up on you, old man?” you tease with a quiet laugh.
“Don’t start,” he says, trying to sound stern, but you can see him suppressing his own smile, “Especially since I know you want more.”
That shuts you up because he’s right. He shakes his head and makes a mock sound of disappointment.
“I know you, baby. My dirty girl. Made you cum how many times, and you still want more,” he says. He begins stripping off his clothes into a pile next to yours. “My little whore would never turn down a chance to take my cock.”
Once his clothes are off, he languidly strokes himself a few times and climbs on top of you. He peppers some kisses on your face and starts to slide inside you. You were more than ready but still sensitive from the recent series of highs.
“Don’t worry, sweet girl. I’ll get you full of my cum in no time. Fuck all that neediness right out,” he murmurs into your ear, his breath on you sending chills down your spine.
You mewl and tighten around him in more ways than one. Your arms cling to his torso that hovers above you while your walls squeeze around him to take him deeper. He grunts and his head falls forward a little as he feels sparks of pleasure in his abdomen.
“There you go, angel. Taking me so perfect. My pretty girl. Made for me,” he says into your ear as he sinks into you completely.
You nod mindlessly, your head fogging up again as he fills you. He presses sloppy kisses to your neck as he starts pumping in and out. You’re both breathing heavily and allowing the pleasure to take over. One of your hands slides to his hair to rub his head while his hips snap against you.
He’s falling into the perfect rhythm with you, one that’s driving you both toward the goal line, when suddenly you hear a muffled guitar strum coming from the floor. Leon groans and you burst into laughter as you hear the ringtone you had set for him as a joke.
His movements get weaker as his focus is drawn elsewhere, but he doesn’t stop rocking his hips. He reaches down to the floor where his phone is ringing in the pocket of his crumpled pants. He fishes it out and shifts so he’s kneeling while drilling into you.
He holds the phone up and squints to read the tiny caller ID on the flip phone which makes you laugh harder through moans. He smirks at your laughter and clamps a hand over your mouth. “Shut up, I gotta take this,” he says teasingly.
He whips open the phone, the maneuver causing you to moan and squeeze around him again. He winces at the sensation, nearly unable to restrain himself from giving into his carnal urges to groan and slam into you harder.
Your eyes widen as he brings the phone to his ear without stopping his hips and in the most monotonous voice says “Kennedy here.”
It’s good that his hand is over your mouth to keep you quiet. The contrast of his movements and that voice have the sparks of pleasure igniting into flames in your belly. Seeing how he handles his dumbass flip phone so smoothly has your arousal nearly pooling on the couch.
He listens to the call while grinning at you struggling to keep yourself somewhat under control. “Uh-huh. Yeah. Sounds about right,” he drones as the person on the other end goes on and on.
His strokes are just as deep as before, nudging you in the perfect spots repeatedly. Your eyes roll back as you feel yourself getting near the peak. A soft whimper escapes you, loud enough to pierce the barrier of Leon’s hand. His hips sputter at the noise and his face contorts. He lets out a quiet grunt but quickly catches himself before losing it further.
“What? Yeah, I’m listening,” he says, his tone growing a little impatient, “Look, I’m just wrapped up in something right now. Could you not have just told me this before I left?”
You know he’s getting closer himself and struggling to hold back. You can tell from the way his jaw is clenched and his eyes are projecting his rising frustration he has for the person who made this call.
“Yes, I understand. I’ll deal with it tomorrow,” he says, effectively ending the conversation.
Then, to hang up, he doesn’t press a button. Instead, he flicks his wrist and shuts the flip phone with a clack.
You throw your head back against the couch cushion and a loud moan rips through your throat. You shudder as a wave of pleasure courses through you after witnessing something so unexplainably hot.
His eyebrows raise in amusement, noticing how much you enjoyed that. “Hmm, I’m not hearing any complaints about the phone now,” he says. He’s trying to tease, but his voice is husky with arousal. He maintains his grin as he drops the phone to the floor again and returns to his previous position which was closer to you.
“Careful, you’re gonna break it,” you whimper.
“Nah baby, I told you that thing is indestructible,” he breathes and starts pounding you into the couch mercilessly.
You bite your lip and resume clinging to him, your fingers digging into his back. You both are panting, expressions going lax as you focus on chasing the high.
“Daddy, ‘m gonna cum,” you mewl, unable to contain yourself for much longer.
“Go ahead, sweetheart,” he says into your ear, his voice taking on more of a growl, “Daddy’s right there with you. You deserve it for being so good for me. Being nice and quiet while I was on the phone.”
As soon as you have permission, you give into another release. Your legs shake and your arms cling to him tighter as the euphoria shoots through you. You’re gasping for air and whining while squirming beneath him. Soon it’s just too much for Leon. He tightens his grip on you and slams deep before groaning and draining himself inside of you.
He rocks in and out a few more times before slowly pulling out. He then sits up on the couch and sinks back into the cushions. You follow by sitting up as well and curling up against his side. He pulls you into his lap, stroking your hair away from your face and kissing your forehead. The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while until he gazes down at you with a smug look in his eyes.
“I knew the flip phone was a turn-on,” he says, clearly pleased with himself.
You scoff. “It is not. It was just… it was the situation,” you defend.
“Sure, but you were tightest when I was messing with the phone,” he says knowingly.
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
He laughs at your stubbornness and gives you another kiss. “You can admit it, baby. I won’t judge. Really, if you like it that much, maybe I’ll show you how strong it can vibrate later.”
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x y/n#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy smut#resident evil imagines#leon kennedy imagine#resident evil x reader#resident evil smut#smut
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Leon Kennedy + giving you kisses
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Summary: a few different types of kisses that Leon gives you. just a teensy tiny bit suggestive in one part but nothing crazy. written with re4r Leon in mind. enjoy!!
note: i gotta start making my own cute lil banners for the things i write bc im writing about Leon Kennedy kissing but the gif is him checking his gun
Cheek.
short and sweet but filled with affection, Leon tends to kiss your cheek as a form of greeting with you.
like if you're meeting up for a date, he'll give you a quick kiss on the cheek before asking you how you're doing, making sure you're okay.
or if you're living together, he'll give you a little smooch on the cheek as you both wake up together in bed.
it's a way for him to let you know that he's happy to see your face.
the feeling of his lips will linger for a moment after he pulls away, reminding you that you are loved the second you see him <3
Lips.
kisses on the lips, reserved for more private moments between you and him.
although Leon doesn't mind stealing a quick peck from you while you're both out, he prefers kissing your lips when you're both at home, away from others.
he doesn't need to hold back when he's in the comfort of your home, and he's free to express himself, and his feelings with you.
he'll press his lips against yours for a few seconds, savouring it. when he pulls away, he doesn't really know how to fill the silence that occurs afterwards.
sometimes he says nothing, other times he'll crack an awkward joke that gets you laughing as a way to ease the tension. either way, you feel happy.
Neck.
intimate kisses on the neck. they're for your most passionate moments with Leon.
it's a sensitive spot, and it tickles a bit while he's trailing tender kisses down your neck. but it feels so good.
you're left breathless, letting out soft little sounds which Leon finds so adorable. it serves as encouragement for him to keep going.
if he's feeling it, he might surprise you with a gentle bite on your neck, teasing you a bit.
he feels lucky, because he's the only one who gets to see you this way. breathless, panting, and wanting more. and he gives in.
Forehead.
a kiss on the forehead that always leaves you feeling so loved, so cherished.
Leon tends to give you one before you part. maybe he's heading back home after a date. maybe you're together in bed, about to fall asleep. or maybe he's off to work, and he won't be home for a while.
he makes sure to kiss your forehead, and he tells you he loves you after he does it every single time.
it's a simple gesture, but it holds so much meaning for the both of you.
it's a promise that you'll see each other again. whether that's the next time you go on a date with him, or after you're both awake in the morning, or when he finally returns home after so long. you'll see each other again.
#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#resident evil#resident evil 4#re4#resident evil 4 remake#re4 remake#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you
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I just need more of Leon pleasing the reader who has an oral fixation on him, but at the same time she wants to tease him <3
MDNI/18+. NSFW.
Heard you loud and clear anon. As someone who has an oral fixation (I realized this since I have a tongue piercing and I’m often fucking with it when I’m bored), it would be entertaining to mess around with Leon knowing you have one.
You’d usually have something in your mouth, like gum or candy that you’d chew on because it’s the easiest thing you have access to. Other times, you’ll have a lollipop and suck on it, taking it out with an audible pop. You’re discrete with it not so much of a show off when you’re alone, but whenever you’re near Leon you’re more obvious with your antics. Circling your tongue around it, you happily licked at the little treat, knowing Leon was giving you the side eye and trying to act like he wasn’t watching.
When you two were alone, your oral fixation was a lot worse. It kicked in when you were near Leon, more clingy than anything. He didn’t mind, of course, he secretly enjoyed seeing you trying to climb or cling on to him when he was home. You’d be cuddling together while you were on his chest and his hand cradled your face, thumb rubbing on your cheek as you both put something on the TV to enjoy. You’re more focused on the feel of his fingers on your face than paying attention to the movie that’s playing, your mouth watering at the thought of getting more.
Bringing your lips closer toward his thumb, you kissed the digit softly, humming at the sensation of his skin against yours. You continued to smooch his finger, the movie long forgotten as you remained focused on one thing. Lifting your head from where it rested on Leon’s chest, you noticed that he was glancing at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Are you even watching the movie?”, it was a stupid question really, and you knew he was already in tune with this game of yours.
“Got bored”, you shrugged at him, nipping at his thumb and releasing an airy laugh. Leon kept you pinned against his hips, chuckling when you gave his finger a playful bite.
“Need your mouth occupied?”, he asked as he pressed the tip of his finger against your bottom lip, pulling on it gently until it popped back into place. Your grin only widened, nodding at him and giving his finger another nip.
Leon was always happy to please you, slipping his thumb into your mouth and gently pressing it against your tongue. The weight of his finger was comforting more than anything, making you moan contentedly at the way it felt. You suck at his finger absentmindedly, your mind growing hazy and distant the more you suckled. He doesn’t stop you, placing your head on his chest and letting you get your fill unless you said otherwise.
It doesn’t just stop at his thumb, if your fixation gets really bad he’ll replace his thumb with his cock, letting you suck him off however you chose. You don’t focus too much on actually working your mouth over him in the beginning, instead, you wrap yourself around him and let the comforting weight of his length rest on your tongue. Leon can keep watching the movie, you’ll keep him nicely pressed against the side of your cheek as he swelled. The more he grew, the more he took up space in your mouth, and once you felt him poke the back of your throat, you craved to taste him properly.
You start to bob your head enthusiastically, keeping an even pace and audibly slurping him up. Leon just lets you do it, and allows you to get him all slick and messy for as long as you want, even after he spills down your throat with a groan. You give yourself some breathing room before putting his softening cock back into your mouth, not ready to part with him just yet. You start the cycle of your teasing all over again, and Leon doesn’t mind, more than happy to meet your needs.
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PEPPERS ★ LEON KENNEDY
leon x reader, infinite darkness!leon x fem reader, being a good girl for leon, VERY smut adjacent, fluff
I keep seeing comments like ‘he’s so lana del rey’ in reference to Leon so I will indulge in that for a brief moment. Just think about being a good girl for Leon. Putting your hands on his knees as your bum is planted on your heels while you sit in between his legs. Imagine just being a pretty little doll for Leon as he adores the sweet look you give him. He stares at you in pure adoration, pupils blown wide. He’s just so in love with you and the fact you’re so sweet that you make his teeth ache.
Imagine a rough hand of his caressing your cheek as you both sit in silence. The only sounds that can be heard is the rocky breaths you both share. He’s doing everything in his power not to rip your clothes to shreds. Instead, he forces his body to keep its composure; he’s resting on the couch with his back comfortably on the cushions and his legs spread wide enough to give you a bit of wiggle room.
You’re perched like a little bird. Pretty and waiting for him to make a move. Your hands run up and down his upper thighs, trickling your fingertips along the insides of them and over his denim jeans before placing gentle kisses on their inner hem. He watches you with a flushed face— absolutely in love with you. He prioritizes this kind of contact with you so much that moments like this have formed some sort of routine recently.
He sighs out with a mix of emotions plaguing him. A part of him feels loved. A part of him feels as if he’s been bamboozled. He thought he found a sweet, gentle girl, but instead he’s found a minx who does as she pleases and preys on his weaknesses. He can feel your plush kisses over his jeans, working closer to his hips. His hands reach for your hair, using his fingers to toy with it while he takes in each kiss you give.
You wouldn’t call yourself a minx but your playful antics were something you prided yourself in. Allowing the tip of your nose to lift the bottom of his shirt up, kisses dance against his happy trail. From this, you provoke him to choke on the air he breathes in. The grip he has in your hair helps him tilt your face upwards and off of his skin. You take the lead from him, watching his eyes quiver. His lips are trembling and his chest is rising and falling faster than before.
Leon’s body nearly throbs feeling your hands dig into the meat of his thighs to lift yourself up and become face to face with him. Blue eyes study your lips, contemplating whether or not to taint you with his kiss. That’s when he hears you whisper, “kiss me.” It’s a request laced in heat and a lack of patience.
Leon still thinks about it for a few seconds before pecking your lips quickly, soon spotting your eyes hooded in lust. Another kiss. This one is a bit deeper and feverish. You accept each of his smooches by giving him one in return but it’s not enough. “Give me another one,” you coo, feeling his hands fall from your hair. His fingers slowly wrap around the base of your neck to keep you up before melting his lips against yours. This kiss is hotter than the other two. It’s eager and hungry. Leon’s lips tangle with yours like a famished man.
Letting him take the lead this time, you can feel him bite your bottom lip gently before diving in again. With a slightly parted mouth, his lips drag down your chin to your neck. The hand on your neck partners with his other to pull you onto his lap. Oh how he’s in love with you. There’s a gentle stripe left on the center of your neck with his tongue before his lips meet yours for a final kiss. “I love you,” he mumbles honestly.
You don’t speak, but wrap your arms around his neck and squirm a bit in his hold. With a peck on his cheek, you soon rest your head on his shoulder and relish in proper quality time with him.
#residentbirdie#leon kennedy drabble#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy fluff#resident evil leon#leon kennedy imagine#leon scott kennedy#leon x reader#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#infinite darkness leon
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okay so i got another idea with leon 🥴 totally up to you if you're interedted in writing it
i was thinking of something like reader being Leon's bisexual awakening since he was recruted by the government but he has never liked another man before so he literally was kinda clueless until Claire was like "sir the demons you're fighting is bisexuality" and everything inside Leon clicked cuz for YEARS man has been wondering "mhm why do i get this horrendous feeling when some atractive dude is talking to him and why I kinda wanna kiss him?" Until after the infinite darkness shit happens and reader finally asks Leon out and they finally smooch lmao. (I kinda see claire being the one setting them together bc seeing how oblivious both are is annoying.)
This ended up... A little different 😅
Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Fluff]
All the timelines in this one shot; after re2, before re4 (+mention of the mission), re:degeneration & re:infinite darkness.
Masterlist.
Resident Evil
Well, that's strange.
Leon just ignored the weird sensation he felt when his eyes landed on (M/n). This was the first time he had seen the man in person after being recruited to work for the U.S Government, however, he had heard a lot about him and he already looked up to him and admired him, of course, he never said that, especially after seeing how some reacted to being called "hero" and such, so he kept his admiration for himself.
(M/n) was known around for working close to the President, for getting his job done quickly and efficiently, and for deciding to stay alone everywhere he went.
With the few people Leon had talked to, that had known (M/n) for longer, they had told him how the (h/c) haired male had remained working without a partner for years, after his entire unit was wiped out when he had barely gotten started as an agent.
For years, Leon has spent every day of his life feeling like he was invisible to (M/n) since he was mostly focused on his task at hand or gone on a mission, but there was the occasional glance at him that would make him flinch and smile, or the rare moments where (M/n) would smile at him and Leon just couldn't hold back the bright smile growing on his face, looking down as his face heat up.
He's so handsome... I wanna kiss-
"Kennedy!" He was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard his name being called, one of his the President's agents was beckoning him to follow which he did, the stoic expression returning to his face, "Come on."
Just then Leon realized he was being taken to the President's office and he wondered what the reason could be. Did he do something wrong? Was he gonna get fired? Or... Terminated?
He was having a full panic attack in his brain but remained with an expressionless face as always, taking quiet steps into the office.
"I brought him over, sir," the President, Adam Graham, who was standing looking out the window, turned around to look at Leon. He signaled the couch for him to sit as he walked over too, sitting across from the blond.
"I have a mission for you, Leon."
Turns out, his daughter Ashley had been kidnapped when she was coming home from her college in Massachusetts and he was the agent assigned to rescue her. Leon itched to ask why him specifically when (M/n) was basically the best agent, and Adam smiled as he held back a chuckle, enjoying the confusion on Leon's face.
"Agent (L/n) was the one that recommended me to give you this mission, he has other stuff to do and apologized for not being able to do it himself, but he said he trusts your abilities," he stood up and extended his hand at Leon, "and so do I."
Leon felt his body getting warmer and he stood up, holding the President's hand with a firm grip, determination shining in his blue eyes.
"I will bring her back safe, sir."
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It was only a couple of days later when Leon arrives back home, and observes how Ashley runs straight to her father's arms, crying after everything they had gone through in Spain.
Leon sighs at the sight and rolls his right shoulder, feeling the tense muscles twitching slightly after all the stress he was put through... And now he had to do the paperwork, so annoying... I just want a beer, dinner, and fucking sleep for a month.
While he was debating whether he should silently leave or wait, a hand was placed on his shoulder, its warmth seeping through his shirt.
"Well done, Leon," it was (M/n). Leon turned to look at him, lips parting slightly and cheeks heating up at the sight of (M/n)'s gentle smile.
"I, uh... Thank you, sir," he stuttered for a moment before regaining his composure, talking with a serious tone, and he saw how (M/n)'s nose crinkled.
"There's no need to call me sir, just (M/n) is fine," Leon lets out a deep sigh when he hears the sound of (M/n)'s laugh. And again, he couldn't help but think how attractive the man was.
Leon was so confused and felt strange at these thoughts he kept having- that he always sort of had but were much more often and intense than in previous years, and he wondered why it happened, he just assumed it was the fact that he looked up to (M/n) and thought he was an impressive and very skilled agent, that he did, he really did, but there was something else there.
In the following months (M/n) and he had gotten quite close, and had been assigned partner on many missions.
And now, standing outside the airport and out of hearing range, observing with a confused frown how the woman he called friend was laughing at him.
"Can you not laugh at me, Claire? I'm being serious," the red-haired woman wiped the tears gathering in her eyes and stared into Leon's eyes, releasing muffled chuckles before she could articulate her sentence, "Claire."
Leon was about to leave as he felt like one of the few persons he could trust was making fun of him, but she held his arm as he apologized.
"Sorry, sorry, it's just..." Her smile widened, a painful glint shining in her eyes, "That thing you're feeling is called... Attraction, Leon, you feel attracted to (M/n), even if you're both guys," Leon's frown deepened, crossing his arms over his chest, more confused than before.
"But I'm not gay," Claire looked at him as if he was dumb, which well... He kind of was, but anyway-!
"I'm not saying you're gay, Leon," she placed her hand on his shoulder, "Do you feel attraction toward women?" The blond nodded, fully convinced of this fact and Claire chuckled again, "Do you feel attraction toward men?"
Now it took Leon a while longer to answer, blinking repeatedly every few seconds, searching in his memories if he had ever felt attracted toward a man, other than (M/n), and well... Yeah, he kind of did.
"I think so..." He mumbled, and Claire made eye contact with him.
"That's called bisexuality, Leon, and there's nothing wrong with that," while Claire turned around and started walking away, she glanced over her shoulder and winked at Leon, "Go ask him out, I'm sure he won't reject you anyway."
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The only wrong thing was realizing and coming to terms with that for Leon. Even more so because he has found himself staring for longer periods of time at (M/n)'s eyes, lips, neck, chest... His whole body was making him react like a horny teenager and well, he couldn't say he hated it, but he didn't want it to happen as often as it did, especially at work.
Leon just had to live with the knowledge of being bisexual... Which was proving to be harder than he had initially assumed. Feeling internally conflicted whenever he saw (M/n) working out and covered in sweat, or when they both walked into the bathroom to take a shower. Poor Leon, he was down bad and... Kind of horny too.
But now, after being done with a mission in Pittsburgh involving bioterrorism, they were both getting in the helicopter that had come to pick them up after being called on an important reunion with the President, wanting them to arrive as soon as possible.
The ride was pretty much silent, but there was a moment when his mind had started wandering around, the gruesome images they had seen back there flashing in his mind, making him sick to his stomach, and he knew Leon was thinking and feeling the same way with how quiet he was.
Looking at him, (M/n) saw Leon's hand laying still on his lap and he reached over to hold it, effectively catching him off-guard. Leon looked down at their hands before looking up at (M/n), who showed him a reassuring smile while squeezing his hand, telling him a silent 'I'm here'. Leon felt glad at the gesture and wordless reassurance, smiling back at (M/n) and squeezing his hand too.
He could feel how his heartbeat sped up, his stomach getting all tingly, and his face heating up with a blush. (M/n) saw Leon's whole body relax as he took a deep breath, turning to stare out the window again.
The pilot wanted to say something but soon realized he was gonna ruin some sort of moment so he remained quiet, only talking when he was approaching the heliport and required confirmation for landing.
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(M/n) almost didn't want to stay locked there until they came back, but the President had asked him to and he couldn't refuse an order from the man, so he did as told.
"Careful out there, Lee," Leon nodded and started running after Jason and Shen May, something wasn't right, but he didn't have the time to think about it, he had to enter the bunker and protect the President- everyone present if needed.
During the whole duration of this mission, (M/n) only craved one thing, being with Leon, and now, as they flew in the President's private jet to Penamstan he couldn't stop thinking about seeing and being with him. Leon hasn't communicated with him yet and even though he tried not to, he was worried, definitely worried about him despite knowing his abilities.
(M/n) followed the President and stood in the crowd, deciding on playing the part of a security guard. He observed Patrick stop Adam before he reached the podium and he told him something, before he resumed his way and stood there, speaking into the microphones. He was not too sure of what Adam had said, and couldn't pay much attention when, right as the President finished his speech, his phone rang in his pocket, taking it out and reading the message that showed on the screen.
"You wanna grab some dinner and a few beers back home?" (M/n) didn't find it in himself to feel mad at Leon when he was being this adorable without realizing it.
"Sure, but I expect an explanation, Kennedy," Leon saw the message pop up and he smiled at it, chuckling to himself and blushing as he walked away and into the elevator, completely oblivious to Claire's sweet smile.
Contacting Patrick briefly, Leon made his way toward them, nodding to the curly-haired male as a greeting, smiling and waving at (M/n) when he saw him walking toward them.
Standing there while they waited, Leon proceeded to explain to them what had happened, besides the brief explanation he had given to Patrick. Hearing everything made (M/n) really mad at himself for not excusing himself before running after Leon to help, he knew he wasn't a damsel in distress but... The thought that something could've happened to Leon and he wouldn't have known...
It was painful. And he realized that... He couldn't keep holding back his feelings for him anymore.
The three of them watched how the President left, and now they had to sort stuff out there, go to the U.S embassy and such, but now, with Patrick saying a quick bye, (M/n) and Leon have been left alone, staring at the sunset.
It was beautiful truly, but (M/n) would rather miss it just to stare at something beyond beautiful, something angelic and close to perfection.
His eyes were only looking at Leon, observing how pretty his blue eyes looked reflecting the warm colors of the sun, and he finally found it in himself to talk.
"A hero, eh?" Leon turned to look at him and (M/n) swears he saw him blushing before he glanced away with a chuckle.
"Is everyone gonna call me a hero now then?" (M/n) only smiled in response, and soon the silence continued, but neither of them minded, silences were always comfortable when they were together.
But there was still this nag in the back of (M/n)'s mind, thinking how everything could've gone to shit, and he needed Leon.
"Leon..." He heard (M/n) whispering his name and he turned to look at him, frowning when he realized the conflict obvious on his face, "Just... Hit me if you don't like it, okay?"
Before Leon had time to process his question, he saw (M/n) getting closer and closer, finally pressing their lips together. Leon was left wide-eyed, but a moan left his mouth at the feeling of (M/n)'s lips on his, lifting his arms and wrapping them around the (h/c) haired's neck, kissing him harder and a little bit rougher.
"I could never hit you," was the first thing Leon said when he pulled back, laughing a bit, "And you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he mumbled against (M/n)'s lips before kissing him again, their lips moving together in a slow pace, wide smiles plastered on their faces.
(M/n)'s hands placed themselves on Leon's hips, and pulled back again, pressing their forehead together.
"Exactly... How long, hm?" Leon chuckled feeling rather shy at the question, but rather more at the answer.
"About a year ago, when... I realized you were my bisexual awakening," (M/n) bit his lip and held in his chuckles.
"Well," he pulled Leon closer to his body, opening his eyes and leaning closer to Leon's ear, "I'll hope I can awaken more things in you, darling."
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relationship headcanons! :3 Leon Kennedy x gn!reader
These are more on the topic of affection and touch! This is also my first time writing anything lol so pls excuse any odd sentences or jumps!
fluffy, a little angsty too! The reader can b male or female— or neither!
I tried to not be OOC lol >_<
-He’s def sooo awkward when it comes to romance. Like, especially during the first few stages. It takes, like, maybe a whole year (MAYBE more or less) to get this man to warm up to you.
-So, little to no affection at first. Maybe an awkward pat on the back or shoulder here and there and some gruff praise like “Good job” or “nice” when u do something special or important to u but that’s all ur getting :(
-BUT that doesn’t mean he like, doesn’t like you or anything! He’s just very emotionally stunted, esp after Raccoon city and Spain.
-He’s essentially the whole “you fell first but he fell harder” trope, yk??? Maybe the opposite in RE2
-Sometimes, he wishes he could be more affectionate n’ loving towards you. He’s so driven by his job that sometimes his brain doesn’t have enough time for you, since he’s so busy stressing and overworking himself :(
-So when those days come n’ it’s just supposed to be time for you two— like a fun little movie date or something sweet, he does his best to be the best boyfriend he can be.
-Which usually involves holding your hand or complimenting you or using cute little terms of endearment (albeit awkwardly). So like, “You look nice today.” or “Thanks, babe.” when accepting gifts or compliments from you, but the word feels foreign on his tongue and his face scrunches up a bit right after which makes him look SO cute and silly (to you) so you laugh and tell him he doesn’t have to be all lovey dovey if he doesn’t want to.
-Which he agrees begrudgingly, because deep down he WANTS to be all close to you and stuff. It makes him feel self conscious, seeing other couples being all touchy and calling each other “sweetheart” or “honey”— it makes him envious.
-But it’s hard for him to be open with his emotions. It’s hard to open up, ESPECIALLY when it comes to romance. There’s trust and commitment issues due to *ahem* past experiences that he hasn’t gotten over yet.
-But that’s a whole other topic. In summary, Leon Kennedy is shit when it comes to all that emotional stuff.
-Though, he starts feeling like he’s not close with you. Like you’re just his friend instead of his s/o. It frustrates him because he wants nothing more than to be close to you.
-So, he starts making an effort. Starting with subtle grazes and touches, like his thumb rubbing gentle circles onto the back of your hand when your holding his.
-Or his shoulder subtly brushing against yours when he walks along side you. His thigh pressing against yours when you two sit together to watch some cheesy movie that he doesn’t particularly pay attention to.
-It’s simple things like that. And at first you don’t notice. Maybe it’s an accident, you think. Right? Well, you’re wrong. Because he starts getting bolder.
-Now, he puts a comforting hand over your thigh during those movie nights. If he’s feeling especially confident, he wraps an arm around your shoulders. His limbs are stiff and his movements are awkward though.
-But when he sees you aren’t making a big deal about it, just giving a simple little glance and a sweet, reassuring smile— it makes his heart skip a beat and a surge of warmth shoot through him.
-And so he relaxes, holding you close and tighter. There and then, he realizes how nice it is to hold someone, to depend on someone and maybe— just maybe, be vulnerable.
-It’s still a struggle, but he’s more open with his affection right after that. Giving you awkward little side hugs, ruffling your hair and mussing it up, even pressing a little smooch to your cheeks!
-And boy, are you proud of him (and real giddy too). It takes a little getting used to, since the first time it caught you so off guard that your stunned expression got a little chuckle out of him.
-But, baby steps! This doesn’t happen quickly of course, Like I said— maybe a year or some months into the relationship. But soon enough, you’ll have Leon opening up and following you around like a lost puppy (more like a guard dog) everywhere you go <3
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JJBA p.1 │ The Tongue of My Love Takes Many Forms
Summary: love language headcanons! what they have to offer and how to make their knees weak!
Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure
Characters: Leone Abbacchio, Bruno Bucciarati, Pannacotta Fugo
Word Count: 629
Type: headcanons
part two
Abbacchio
Giving: acts of service, gift giving
He’s a man who isn’t very affectionate on the inside, but wants to do everything and more for the one he loves. Will make you breakfast before he has to go out on a mission and leave it on your nightstand without a note. It’s too embarrassing for him (even though he has written it, but it lays on the bottom of his pocket) to show that much affection. He will also give you random gifts he’s collected on a business trip.
Receiving: words of affirmation, physical touch
Because he’s so insecure about his soft side you have to bring it out in him! Compliment Abba on every single occasion you notice, and more! Create them! Make him flustered! Trail his scars while staring in his eyes and murmuring how beautiful they are! (but be careful with PDA, cause there’s a really thin line between ahh, they’re too adorable, why are they complimenting me so much and they’re ruining my image in front of the colleagues!)
Bruno
Giving: words of affirmation, physical touch
Bruno will make sure that you know how much you mean to him and how much he loves you. Compliments, reassuring sentences you haven’t even known you need, and soft smooches on every part of your body you’re insecure about (and if you don’t feel okay with a part of your personality/anything going on inside your brain, he’ll kiss your forehead!)
Receiving: quality time, acts of service
Even though he has a really tight schedule, he loves it when you find time to waste with him. Because he’s so busy, Bruno adores moments when the two of you can be alone with each other; glances and words, glasses of wine (or any other drink you like!) and quiet music in the background. And if so it happens that you have prepared food for him – cooked Bucci’s favorite meal ‘cause you’ve remembered when he told you that no one can make it taste that delicious – he may think about a proposal.
Fugo
Giving: acts of service
Similar to Abba, Fugo isn’t very effusive with his feelings, but he knows how to treat you right. If you’re in a university and you have problems with a subject, he doesn’t even try to tutor you. Fugo knows how strong his anger can be when someone does something stupid, and (even though he works on it) he doesn’t want to accidentally shout at you. Instead of it Fugo creates notes for you. If you like everything color coded – he does that. If you prefer it all to be clean – the only colors you see are black and white. And if you’re learning the best from mind maps – you’ve guessed it.
And if you’ve stopped your education, he does the same with the things you’ve decided to learn. Crocheting? He buys you a book, tries to learn it himself first and then writes you notes on how to do it better. Cooking? Same thing. New language? Dictionary and notes. You name it, he does it.
Receiving: quality time, acts of service
Fugo wants you to initiate spending time with him. It’s not like he can’t do it himself, it’s just… way nicer when you ask him to go out, you know?… Fugo particularly likes going on walks around the town. There’s just so much you can do! You’re hungry? There are plenty of good restaurants nearby! Thirsty? He insists on buying you coffee (or a tea). Craving ice-creams? He doesn’t like when you buy yourself the weirdest of flavors and then steal from him the most common ones, but what can he do? He’s in love. And he understands it even more when after tiring days you prepare a bath for him, and wait under covers, ready to warm him to sleep!
a/n: a few days ago i've received my first request. it's exciting! the fact that i'm sure that you like what i write and want more!
i may write second part to these headcanons with the rest of bucci squad and post it tomorrow/in a few hours, cause screw sleep
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I just threw up- it’s 1:40am
Now you get the turtles reacting to you throwing up :)
Neon Leon
He screams
You’re fighting for your life over the toilet and he’s watching in terror in the background
Collects himself pretty quickly though and portals you some pepto bismol and water
And a ton of mouth wash
Anything else you need- he’s got it for you ready to go
He kneels behind you and rubs your back soothingly
If your hair is long enough to get in the way, he’ll hold it back for you
Helps you clean up after
After you brush your teeth and chug some mouth wash, he’ll give you his shirt and shorts to change into
Cuddles you on the couch and keeps a trash bag next to y’all
Smooches your forehead
Definitely takes a selfie of you two
You look a mess and are wrapped up in a blanket
He’s got an arm around you and looks like a stresssed chihuahua
“It’s to commemorate our first throw up session together!”
Leo why
He posts it
Leo pls-
“I’ve never met anyone who looks as stunning as you while throwing up-“
He’s trying
Don Tron
He’s fighting for his life right next to you
Desperately trying not to throw up too
Talking to himself trying to keep the vomit down
“Keep it down Vomi-tello-“
Watches you throw up more
“Keep it down baby-“
At some point you probably tell him to leave
He runs out
Does come back in once you’re done scarring the toilet
Runs you a hot shower so you can clean up and feel better
If you let him join you he’ll scrub your back for you
If your hair is long enough he’ll help you detangle it
Bonus- you get to gently wash his soft shell too if you feel up to it, a super rare chance
Dries you both off and you both brush your teeth
Challenge each other to see who can gargle mouth wash the longest
Will bring you back to his room and the two of you bundle up into blanket cocoons
Will hold your hand for a bit and apologize for running out
You forgive him
“I can put on a movie if you want?”
Leo definitely has a video of him running out of the bathroom trying not to puke
Mystic Mike
Disappears into his shell from how scared he got when he opened the bathroom door and saw you violating the toilet
Pops back out and gags
Manages not to puke and gets his dry heaving under control before helping you
“Umph- you’re gonna be okay! I believe in you!”
Runs out to snatch a water bottle for you
He will kneel down next to you and massage your shoulders like he’s a boxing coach prepping his fighter
“You can do this!”
Very supportive
Grabs a hair tie to keep your hair out of the way if needed
Once you’re done puking your guts out and brushing your teeth, he gives you the water bottle
Will also give you his clothes to change into
“Aw see- nice and comfy and vomit free! Plus you look adorable!”
Very sweet
Brings you to the kitchen to make you some soup
Insists it’ll help take the bad taste out of your mouth and settle your stomach
Don’t want soup? He’s got icecream!
You two sit in the kitchen and snack until you feel better
You both probably end up passed out on the couch
Raph covers y’all with a blanket
Big Red
Shrieks when he sees you
Is panicking in the background and running back and forth
You’re trying to tell him everything’s okay while puking
“This is fine.” :’)
“I’M SUPPOSE TO BE TELLING YOU THAT!”
Will calm down enough to hunch over you
He’s rubbing your back as gently as he can
Helps you up to the sink when you’re done
He picks you up after you’re done gargling mouthwash and sprints to his room
Puts you on his bed and literally makes a nest out of his blankets and pillows for you
You’re swallowed by a sea of blankets
He runs out and comes back with some pills for nausea and a ton of water bottles
Also has grapes for some reason??
“Okay okay I have pills and water and uh- I wasn’t sure if you wanted a snack so I just brought some grapes!”
He’s so worried
Mother hen
Sees you drowning in pillows and fishes you out while apologizing
Wraps you in a blanket and sits with you in his lap
Will feed you grapes and water
Wraps his arms around you and rocks you gently
I don’t care how tall you are, you are dwarfed in his arms
You’re definitely not getting out of his embrace anytime soon
You fall asleep like that, it’s actually really comforting
10/10 for trying and makes you feel protected
It’s now 2:16am pls send help
This is fine :’)
Not proof read cause I’m tired ;-;
Hope y’all enjoyed! Reblogs appreciated!!
Edit: fixed up some typos! Also I’m doing okay now :3
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Happy Valentine’s Day
Here’s how I think my favorite characters share their day with you
Wesker is always busy, always having to do one thing or another and rarely had time for you as it is. However, on Valentine’s Day, he puts everything aside to take you on a beautiful date with flowers and chocolates and plushies and balloons, that ends in a nice restaurant with your favorite foods. Taking over the world can wait for the night. You don’t even need to do anything, he just wants to spend time with you alone for once.
Leon LOVES Valentine’s Day, expect smooches, hugs and lots of presents from him throughout the whole day. Lots of gifts like clothing, foods, plushies, flowers, jewelry, snacks whatever your heart desires. And don’t get me started on how happy he’d be if you have something back to him.
Bi-Han had to be told what Valentine’s Day was about because he thought it was just a commercial holiday. But when he learned it was about giving your loved ones things like chocolates and flowers, of course he grumpily did so too. Can’t be looking bad in front of you when his brothers have already celebrated it. He doesn’t know exactly what to get, but he knows what his mom enjoyed, flowers and chocolates and a little note. So that’s what he’ll do too.
Smoke doesn’t have much reference to Valentine’s Day either but he loves the idea of it, and of course when it rolled around he cooked breakfast for his beloved, woke them up with kisses, gave them flowers, handed them chocolate and had a nice little tea date together. Just a sweetheart who’ll puff and fluster if you said you had chocolates for him too.
Kuai Liang also didn’t know much about the holiday but he understood it quicker than Bi-Han did. He went in on it immediately, going out for a lunch date, picking flowers he’d think you’d like, walking through all the chocolates to see which one would catch your eye. And of course, he wrote a note detailing how much he loved you.
Miguel is a busy guy who had to be shoved out of work just to spend Valentine’s Day with his beloved partner. He huffs and puffs about it but actually has a nice day with you, despite his want to work. But he eventually settles and takes you out on a date together, a nice little cafe first, then a restaurant, then a movie, and then walking together through some local shops. Flowers, love letters, chocolates, plushies, jewelry, you name it he’ll buy it. He just wants this day to feel special since the others are taking care of work for him.
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hi! i love your writing so much! i was wondering if you could write something with leon and a clingy reader? she just likes being held by him, and one day a make out session gets out of hand while he’s holding her so he just fucks her while standing up, not letting her get down. i don’t know if this makes sense but the thought won’t leave my head. hope you’re having a good day/night! <3
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: you're such a needy little thing. leon can't get enough of you, and when he finds out you like being held, he has to take advantage of that.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral sex (m receiving), standing sex, daddy kink
word count: 3.9k
a/n: thank you so much for the request! i FELT this one cause i also have a thing about being held hehe. i hope it's what you were looking for :) reblogs and comments are really appreciated <3
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It only took Leon a couple weeks of dating to figure out that his girlfriend was exceptionally needy. He could tell you tried to suppress it to the best of your ability, control your yearning for physical contact, but it was still there. Honestly, it was obvious from the way you looked at him alone. Glossy, pleading eyes just calling out to him for some love.
At first, he was wary of this trait. He wasn’t good with affection normally. Didn’t like talking about his feelings. That stuff was just too much. He’s a busy guy already. He didn’t need extra worries in the form of a sweet thing like you rubbing your cheek against his neck, snaking your arms beneath his shirt, softly pleading “Leon, I wanna cuddle.”
But his problem was that he always gave into that stuff. Words like those hitting his ears, your pouty lips begging for his kisses, and grabby hands roaming around his body always got you what you wanted. He’d plant a smooch on your temple or forehead, grunt a quiet “c’mere then baby,” and pull you on top of him.
Time passed, and you grew on him like ivy climbing a stone wall. Your clingy nature took root somewhere inside him and drove him wild. It was addictive, feeling so needed. For the first time in his life, he felt like someone’s absolute first choice. It was nice living out his days with the subconscious idea that he was your favorite person. He could get a bit cocky about it sometimes but more than anything it made him all sappy. He couldn’t help it. He tried keeping up the cool, slick persona around you for a little while because impressing you was so important to him. But the way you looked at him made him feel like Superman. Your precious face tilted upwards to gaze at him like he was the only man you’d ever laid eyes on. It just made him wanna scoop you up and take off, soar far up into the clouds where it would just be the two of you.
So he ended up feeding into this kind of behavior one thousand percent, enabling you with no reservations. If you were sitting together, you were on his lap. Standing near each other? His arm was around you, keeping you tucked to his chest. The two of you would be lying in bed and simple cuddling just didn’t cut it anymore. No, instead, he’d be rubbing your back, nuzzling and kissing your neck, massaging your scalp. And the pet names were constant. Your actual name was only reserved for serious or special occasions. In ordinary conversations, it was always “my baby” with the intermittent “precious girl” or “princess” mixed in.
Because, from his perspective, why wouldn’t he? You both deserved this. You craved the physical affection you’d never gotten enough of while he yearned for a sweet little thing to dote on and love between the brutal DSO missions that plagued most of his time. He didn’t give a fuck if someone wanted to say it was codependent or that he was whipped. You were his baby, and if sweet tender affection was what revved your engine, what kind of man would he be to deprive you of it?
Maybe he was whipped. He wouldn’t shy away from that label. He loved you undoubtedly. His heart ached to see you smiling and laughing. Each individual cell in his body cried out to be pressed against you. But in the same breath, he’d be a liar if he said that sex played no part in his urges to coddle you.
He’d never seen a girl get as cock drunk as you. He’d warm you up with his cooing and caresses, and then all he had to do was slide a few inches in you, and you were gone. Nothing had ever gotten him so hard. It’s like your brain shut off as soon as your sweet little pussy was filled up. Really, you went the whole nine yards; whining, babbling, drooling. Your gorgeous lashes would flutter as your eyes went hazy, and you always wanted to hold his hand. Well, more specifically, you wanted him to offer his hand to you. He’d simply murmur “Aw, is it too much, princess? Here, hold daddy’s hand. That’s my girl,” and you were already cumming.
Cause that was the other part of this whole thing. Shortly after he caught on to your intense need for physical affection, he discovered your penchant for the infamous d word. The first time you’d said it, he had you pinned down to the mattress, face shoved against your pillow, hips slightly elevated while he stuffed you full of cock. You just cried it out in the same way you’d yell for God or whine “fuck.” And he rolled with it. One little word wasn’t gonna get in the way of what he’d found with you.
Beyond calling him daddy, Leon tried to take note of all the things that got you going. Sure, you were fond of physical expressions of love, and you probably wouldn’t turn down an offer from him ever. But that didn’t mean you didn’t have favorites when it came to this stuff. Leon took pride in remembering what you liked. Over the months of your relationship, he made a point to remember the specific motion you liked him to do when he rubbed your back. He burned into his mind that you liked to kiss in a way that would definitely make those over-the-top smooching noises found in network dramas. What could he say? He just wanted to do everything right for you.
Possibly his favorite thing that he discovered about you though was your love for being held. Love probably wasn’t even a strong enough word. Your affinity? Proclivity? Plain white hot need? Who fucking knows. All he knew was that you had a major thing for being wrapped up in his arms with your head on his shoulder.
The first hint he’d got at this part of you came by pure accident. He’d just arrived home from a mission, a long and taxing one at that. He’d missed you like crazy, felt as needy as you did on a daily basis, and you were practically vibrating with a longing for his touch. So when you came bounding down the hallway to meet him at the front door, he’d grabbed you by the waist, picked you up and spun you around like in an old cartoon when the prince and princess finally get their happily ever after.
Coming out of the short twirl, he’d brought you to his chest and held your body a little ways above the ground. He cradled your head to your shoulder and kept his grip tight to support you. And it wasn’t like you melted or had little hearts gleaming in your eyes, but something in your demeanor shifted.
“There’s my baby,” he muttered while smacking kisses on the side of your head.
You replied with how much you missed him, more than anything in the whole world. He laughed his deep, rumbling laugh and brought you over to the couch. You were all over him even more than normal which was really saying something. You couldn’t stop pecking his face or pushing up against him. Next thing he knew, you were tugging at his belt and taking his dick down your throat.
“Fuck, precious. don’t gotta choke yourself. It’s not goin’ anywhere,'' he hummed while tilting his head back against the couch. You weren’t normally so forward. You were always needy, but typically, you waited for him to initiate. It was much more your style to drop hints that you were in the mood and wait for him to pick up on your signals, but this time you just went for it.
He stroked the back of your head while you bobbed your head, taking him deeper each time. Groans fell from his lips, and his hips jolted in small twitches. Your saliva seeped out over your soft lips and dribbled down to his balls. You had never lacked enthusiasm before, but now you were taking him like his cock was the best treat you’d ever had.
He could barely stand the sight of you in that moment. Cute eyes drooping while your cheeks hollowed. Once he heard the muted sound of you gagging, he was done for. Shot his load deep in your throat in what would have been an embarrassingly short amount of time if you were anyone else. But you swallowed it all without any complaints and then crawled into his lap to cuddle some more. As you curled up to his chest, he knew something he did struck a chord with you to get you so eager.
So naturally, he tried picking you up again a couple days later. He had to know if that was a fluke or if it really was a thing. This time it was much more intentional, but he still played it off as a teasing gesture. He scooped you up from behind while you were fidgeting with something in the kitchen, expecting a whiny chorus of “Leon!” and “Stop, put me down!” But you didn’t say either. You let out a soft squeak and a quiet “What are you doing?”
“Just giving you a hug, baby,” he teased and situated you in his embrace so your front was pressed to his.
Almost immediately, as if your skull was magnetized, your head fell to his shoulder. Your limbs tightened around him a little and you took a deep breath like you wanted to commit his scent to memory. You didn’t even complain about him pulling you away from whatever task had been occupying your attention.
“This isn’t a hug,” you’d said softly.
“Says who? Seems like a hug to me, got my arms around you,” he responded with a small kiss to your temple.
His hand rose to your head and cradled it against his shoulder as your legs locked around his waist. He stood there with you for a moment just taking in the embrace. It was as if he could feel you melt against his body.
“A hug is when we’re both standing,” you say quietly while slotting your face in the warm crook of his neck.
“Yeah? You look that up in the dictionary or something?” he mutters in return.
When he had a firm hold on you, he walked you through the living room, taking the long way up to the bedroom to give his little experiment some time to play out. You rested quietly in his grasp as he navigated past furniture. He ran his free hand up and down your back as he moved, his other one planted firmly on your thigh to support you.
After the two of you reached the bedroom, he set you down on the bed and climbed in after you. His fingers coasted across your cheek as he looked down into your eyes, studying you in a way. He was still curious about what was going through your head. Again, him holding you like that had led to some of the best sex the two of you’d had, but there was something deeper there too. This wasn’t just a cheat code to get you to drop your panties. There was an emotional part of this too. He could tell.
“So you like when I pick you up, hm?” he’d asked.
You looked up at him from your spot against his chest, glowing a bit as you came down from the high. “I guess,” you answered with a tiny shrug.
He’d chuckled at your attempt to be casual and just dropped the subject matter. Your reasons were probably sensitive to you. Located in a deep, private cavern of your heart that was too guarded for you to let even him in yet. And that was ok with him. For now, he’d just chalk it up to some desire on an instinctual level. It was just something that made you tick, and it became something he did for you from time to time when you needed that extra level of care.
This evening, the two of you had been watching some movie. To be honest, Leon didn’t even remember what it was called at this point because he didn’t really wanna watch it in the first place. He was much more interested in you. You had just started it up as he arrived home from running some errands though, so he didn’t want to be rude and ask you to shut it off just because he was horny. Instead, he flopped down next to you on the couch.
A small laugh bubbles from your lips as he pulls you to him and kisses down the side of your face, murmuring for you to explain what’s going on in the thing you were watching. You ramble on about the story, telling him that it’s the end of the world and these guys are trapped in this house, and that one is friends with that one but hates the other one, and blah blah blah. He loved you to death, but he just couldn’t care less about that right now. He hums along with a stream alternating between “mhm” and “oh yeah.”
Your laughter increases as his kisses become more distracting. He nips at the skin of your throat and litters your soft skin with love bites. His tongue laves at your neck as his nose coasts over your flesh. After a while, your own interest in the movie begins to dwindle. You turn your head and plant some smooches on his face, enticing him to tilt his head upwards. The two of you meet in the middle, connecting your lips.
Mouths move in sync, tongues brush each other, and soon enough, your seat’s been abandoned in favor of your true favorite spot. You’re parked on his lap, the lush flesh of your ass flush against his semi-hard bulge. His hand slithers up your back underneath your shirt to rub up and down your spine while pulling you closer. Your breathing gets heavier, and you’re practically panting when you two finally pull away for a break. Your lips are wet with spit and a little puffy from making out. He drags his thumb over your bottom one as he smirks at your glazed eyes.
“Think you’d be ok with finishing this later?” he asks.
To his pleasure, you’re quick to accept the offer with a nod. “Seen it before anyways,” you admit and lean back in for more kisses.
He chuckles into your mouth and boosts you up without even turning the tv off. He’s stumbling to the bedroom, and you’re latched onto him like a little spidermonkey or something. He knew well by now that being carried took your brain to that sweet spot of utter submission, but today you were on something else entirely. You were getting whiny between kisses. He was having to support you extra because your hands were trying to slide in between the two of you and get at his pants. He assumed it was cause he got you riled up before picking you up, but he didn’t lament about it too much. He wasn’t thinking with his head right now.
All your squirming around nearly made him trip and topple the both of you to the ground. He grunts and shifts you around, trying to get you to settle down at least till you reach the bedroom. You wouldn’t let up though, continuing on with your impatient hip rocking and greedy fingers. He’s sure he’s about to fall over and one of you is moments away from serious injury, so he totters a few steps over and secures you against the wall.
“Jesus, you’d think I’d just got back from a war or something,” he breathes.
You laugh, but keep up your neediness. “Just want you so bad. Missed my daddy all day,” you murmur.
“Yeah? I know it’s hard being away from me. Your little head’s just not cut out for all that thinking is it?” he coos condescendingly, “This is how you're meant to be, just attached to daddy, letting him take care of everything while you tag along.”
“Mhm,” you nod and kiss him again. He can feel you smiling against his lips.
“Yeah, so how bout you do me a favor then and stop wriggling around so much. You wanna get dropped on your head so thinking isn’t even an option anymore?” he teases.
“No. I just…” you whimper defensively. A smile spreads across your face as you hide your face at the base of his neck. “I just want you… really bad.”
That was a tone Leon knew well by now. That was the tone of the guessing game. It was the voice you used when you wanted something but were too shy to just ask for it. So Leon had to decipher your signals and figure out what that thing was. Luckily, this time around it was pretty simple.
“Really bad? Like pinned down in the middle of the hallway while I’m stuffing you full of cum bad?” he asks.
“Sorta…” you say.
With an amused shake of his head, he thinks a little more. The stuffed full of cum thing was a given. So what was off? He was thinking through this as if searching for a missing puzzle piece. He runs through different scenarios before it clicks. He laughs a little. It was kind of obvious once he had it.
“Oh, of course not. There’s no way you’d choose to be out of my arms. What was I thinking?” he says, exaggerating his cadence, “So you want it standing?”
You nod, and with the right answer, that little smile feels so much sweeter. He leans harder into you, keeping you by pressing you between him and the wall. Giving you a few messy kisses, he finally undoes his pants and pushes them down to his mid-thigh. He was fully hard now. You could feel it as he rolled his hips against your center.
“Lucky you’re wearing a skirt, nice and easy for me,” he hums.
He bunches up the fabric around your waist before dragging his fingers over your panties, feeling how they were damp. He smirks against your lips while applying more pressure, seeking out your swollen clit.
“Already so wet, baby,” he chides, “Is this how you get while I’m not with you? Can’t think of anything but daddy cause your pretty pussy’s just crying for some more attention.”
“Yeah, need you to make the ache go away,” you say in a breathy whimper.
“I know you do,” he coos.
It’s a bit difficult in this position, but Leon manages to remove the last barriers of cloth separating the two of you. He lines up his dick with your entrance and slides home. Now it’s his head that falls on your shoulder as he groans. His stance didn’t really allow him to ease in. He was balls deep in the first stroke. You let out a long satisfied moan.
Taking a moment to readjust, he gets his elbows hooked under the bends of your knees. You’re basically bent in half, his cock to your cervix. This angle felt even deeper too. Your walls pulse around him as you work to accommodate the length.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Every part of you clings to me,” he grunts before taking a step away from the wall.
Losing the stability behind your back had you rocking and shifting more, causing his tip to nudge against all those sweet spots. Your thighs quiver as Leon gets into a rhythm and figures out how to bounce you on his cock like his. The sound of your skin meeting floats down the hallway. You whine and whimper, your eyes roll back as your head tilts the same direction.
He could tell you were loving it. Your favorite place to be combined with your favorite feeling in the entire world. There was nothing his sweet girl loved more than being stuffed full of cock and held by him.
“Feeling good, princess? Is daddy fucking you just how you wanted?” he asks.
“Mhm, mhm, mhm,” you whimper and nod dumbly.
“Good,” he says. He focuses on working himself in and out of you. His mind is locked on the sensation of your slick coating his shaft and collecting at the base, dripping down to his balls. But more words fill his mind and rush to his mouth to be let out. “This is why you’re so needy, right baby? You just need some cock in you or you get so frustrated. Can’t even think straight without your fill, can you?”
You shake your head wildly. Your legs tense over his arms. His hands dig into your back to keep you supported. You see his biceps flexing beneath his sleeves as he uses his strength to hold you up. He rocks you on his cock, back and forth, sliding himself in and out. You’re gasping and trembling more noticeably now. He knows you’re approaching the peak.
“Doing so good for me, precious,” he murmurs, “Keep squeezing me like that so I can fill you up just how you need.”
Your noises become more desperate. It feels as though you get even tighter. Leon slams into you deeper than you could remember. But then again, in this state, your memory wasn’t worth much. Pumping in and out, he sees your eyes squeeze show, your mouth widening into that cute familiar shape it always made when you came.
“Go ahead, baby. Make a mess for daddy,” he groans.
You do as he says, following your orders. You seize up and moan, long and loud. He tightens his grip and takes a step closer to the wall to ensure your high isn’t cut by falling. His hips don’t stop though. He feels that tensing in his belly. Gritting his teeth, he pounds you over and over until he has to stumble back to the wall.
You hit the surface with a thud, but he’s a little too busy to notice. He growls and whimpers into your neck, hips working at a more strained pace as he tries to grab that brief euphoria. A few thrusts later and release is washing over him. He fucks you full, going deep and staying true to his word about filling you up. He pumps every last drop in.
You slowly slide down in his arms till he lets go of your legs and your feet can touch the ground again. Looking up at him as he comes down, you watch his features melt into the relaxation of post-release. You lean up and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. His eyes open and look down at you. A lazy smile spreads on his face and moves in to return the gesture.
“So how’d I do?” he asks with that smug look you loved so much.
“Perfect like always,” you answer, genuine in contrast to his teasing. You step forward on wobbly legs, grabbing his hand to finish your trip to the bedroom together. He leans down and smacks a kiss on your neck.
“Clearly not perfect enough if you’re walking on your own now,” he purrs in your ear.
You smile and look down. “There’s still time to fix that,” you offer.
“Of course there is,” he agrees with a light swat to your ass. He pecks your lips once more before following you through the entryway to your shared room.
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RE4¡Leon with fem¡reader
Who grabs his cheeks when he's distracted and smooches him?
Like he's staring into a corner drinking coffee and she passes by.smooches him.caresses his cheeks grins lovingly and keeps on her merry way?
(side note; im not into size kink at all so if this detail/description is added is it possible to make her as close to his height and body mass as you may?)(side note2; reader kinda has the flirty vibe of Ada but since they're dating is more directly in love-ish?)
Srry if it's too spesific, i don't mean to bother. You may ignore it if it's not your thing. Have a wonderful day <3
Hi hi!! YES I CAN DO THIS:))) AND IT'S NOT TOO SPECIFIC THIS IS REALLY HELPFUL !! AND THANK YOU ANON YOU ALSO HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY💕
(GIF IS NOT MINE)
Genre: Fluff
Content mentioned: kissing, somewhat teasing?? Pet names, Leon cooking food.
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When Leon came back from Spain there were often times you would catch him staring off into space or being distracted by his own thoughts, so distracted he wouldn’t even process/notice that you passed him.
You first started with patting his head if he was sitting down while you walked by or running one of your hands over his shoulder, then it went to stopping in front of him so you're facing each other and just caressing his check while looking at him lovingly sometimes a occasionally, “Hi Handsome.” Then you walk away, going back to what you were doing as soon as he starts to lift his arms to try and hold your waist. Soon you would do all of that everytime you see him distracted no matter if he was just staring into space, watching tv, getting lost in thoughts, working, anything.
One day Leon was cooking for the both of you clearly distracted by his cooking so you walk up to him and squeeze yourself between him and the counter stopping him from what he was doing catching his attention as you start to caress his cheek moving your face closer to his and giving his lips a few pecks as he grabs your waist, you let him think for a second or two that something might finally happen but you leave his grasp walking away as you say to him, “dinner smells great honey!” Leon curses under his breath as you walk out of the room.
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SORRY THIS IS SHORT 💔💔
© silly-little-fan-grll, 2023. do not repost, translate or copy my work.
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Listen. Im headfirst on the “Leon is a sub” train. And you got me thinking about toys and Leon.
Leon with a lil vibrator inside of him. You’re controlling it. It started off with a dull easily ignored hum on his prostate. It feels good but not enough to get him going.
Then at random times you spike it. First time you did it, Leon was at home and he dropped his cup. Those spikes of intense vibrations get longer and longer. Leon’s clawing at his desk, trembling because you set the toy to max and where he’s sitting the vibrations are directly on his p-spot. He has to bite his knuckles to stop from moaning out loud.
He gets so close to the edge. So close to orgasm before you cut the toy and it’s back to the dull vibrations he felt before. You do this multiple times throughout the day and by the end of it, Leon is a frazzled mess.
He’s begging you with tears in his pretty eyes to just let him cum. He’ll do anything. He’s sobbing so beautifully.
Or. Hear me out. Leon bouncing on a dildo. It’s just alittle too big to make him have tears in his eyes. But he loves it. His mouth is open, moaning, sobbing and weeping as he rides the toy.
But the kicker, you’re not letting him touch his dick. So he just becomes delirious with pleasure, begging you to let him touch himself. He’s been such a good boy. He starts pleading with you that he’s so desperate to cum. He’s been good, why won’t you let him touch his dick.
He looks so beautiful so fucked out and messy. He’s just…. mwuah <3
-“angsty” anon (it’s me. The one who sends you a flipping thesis every time haha)
MDNI/18+. NSFW.
Angsty anon…now you know you’re not right for sending me this and thinking I’m gonna be normal about it like…you fucking cooked here, burned the whole kitchen down. Let me give you a smooch on the forehead for the good food MUAH!
But Leon using toys, that would be so fucking fun. In all honesty, I see it starting as a game, where you both try to see who lasts longer than the other. With you, he edges you unexpectedly, usually when you’re running errands versus at work because he wouldn’t take it that far. You’re in the grocery store? He uses the remote-controlled vibrator on you on a whim and makes you clench while you’re ordering cut meats from the butcher. His favorite time to use it is when you’re both going out to dinner, he enjoys watching you squirm as you drink your wine across from him.
It was fun for him when he had that control, but once the roles were reversed he instantly regretted it. When Leon is on the receiving end, it’s nonstop edging that’s borderline torturous.
This game first started when you suggested he try a toy out and let you tease him the way he does when he has the remote. At first, he thinks you’d take it easy on him, that you would give him breaks. Boy was he wrong, underestimating your craving to prove him wrong.
When he’s home, you tell him to use the toy, letting it buzz at the lowest setting so it’s not too much for him to handle. He thinks he’s in the clear and starts doing laundry or other household chores. Until the vibrations instantly go up three levels without a break, it takes him off guard, making him drop whatever he’s doing and lean against the wall for support. He feels lightheaded as his dick twitches in his pants, and he tries so hard not to squeeze himself as his thighs shake. He could feel the need to release growing in his gut, biting his lip to avoid making a sound that would be too loud to come from him.
All of a sudden, the vibrations stop altogether, and Leon huffs out a breath as his heartbeat evens out. This repetitive cycle happens throughout the day, where the vibrating toy would jump towards the more intense levels or you’ll use a pattern that makes him feel like he’s going crazy. Every time the vibrations just stop, he whines and patiently waits to feel it again, his body growing hotter and more sensitive when you click that button.
He pretends like he doesn’t enjoy the game, the constant edging, but you’re not so gentle when teasing your lover in the first place. You do all of this to teach him a lesson, to show him what rewards he will get once he learns how to be disciplined. The worst part about this situation is you ordered him not to touch himself as you did this, leaving his cock aching and sensitive to the touch.
When you finally give him some peace from the teasing, Leon is needy and searching for your touch. The moment your fingers so much as skim his cheek, he’s shivering under you, craving for more. After being edged for so long, practically all day, it doesn’t take long for him to cum the second your hands wrap around his cock, whispering in his ear and praising him for listening to your orders. You reward him by milking him dry for the entire night, pulling every orgasm you can get until he tells you he can’t take anymore and he’s shooting blanks.
But using a dildo? Leon can’t fake his feelings or edge himself with one. Instead of teasing him when he uses one, you let him fuck himself in front of you. You like watching him get dumber every time he lifts himself on his strong knees, just for him to slam his body back down with a loud moan. Words of praise and degradation slip out of your mouth, making Leon’s ears turn red from pleasure and his face flush down to his neck.
He’s pretty like this, probably the prettiest you’ve seen him. Tears ran down his cheek, drool spilling down his lip and his chin, whimpering at the way he felt stretched out around the dildo that rubbed along all of his good spots. His length was spilling the more he moved, bouncing on his pelvis and hard as a rock, tip red and hypersensitive to the damn air.
Leon begs under his breath, not knowing what he was begging for exactly, but just says he needs more. You bring his face in between your legs with a yank of his hair, letting him use his tongue to lap up at your arousal as his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“That’s a good boy”, you’d purr at him, moaning at the way he sucks on your clit, digging his nose into your pussy and sending his senses into overdrive. A single phrase like that will make him cum all over himself, making a mess of his lower stomach and gasping for air. All you can do is admire how fucked out he looks, a pathetic mess for you to love and care for. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Random but I need to get this out of my system
I REALLY LOVE LEON S KENNEDY SM!!! HE MAKES ME HAPPY AND I REALLY WANNA GIVE HIM A BIG SMOOCH ON THE LIPS!!! HEHEHEHEH I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM!! SPECIFICALLY RE2R! LEON MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY!! HE WAS SO EEPY BACK THEN !!
ok I’m done :3
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What about Leon with a GF that's WAY taller than him
Just a girlie and her short king <3 (he isn't short but u know what I mean)
THIS IS SO CUTE!!! Tehe! Personally, I’m 6’2 as someone who’s female, so this request really resonates with me. :) (I’ve only ever been in one relationship god I’m so lonely)
Leon W/ a gf who’s taller than him
Female reader
Leon is not short by any means. Imagine how he felt when he met you. Most women he’s known have always been shorter than him, so it was a shock to meet you. For once in his life, he felt small.
He fell madly in love with you from the moment he first met you. He wanted you to step on him. He kept this to himself.
When you guys started dating, he felt so lucky to be blessed with this goddess of a woman. You would always give him kisses on top of his head, that made him giggle like a madman.
He also gets to be the little spoon for the first time in his life. It feels so comforting and safe, and if he were a Sylveon he’d be purring like a motor. He loves when you stroke his hair and hold him close. Makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Of course you got a lot of backlash for being taller than him once your relationship went public. People said it was unnatural, and some other very rude things. But Leon would go to the ends of the earth to defend you, and that’s basically what he did. People keep their mouths shut a lot more now.
Leon goes completely crazy for your legs. They’re so long and gorgeous. He loves when you wear heels or short dresses.
He also doesn’t have to lean down to kiss you. Oftentimes, you’re the one bending down a little to smooch him. He gets all dazed and happy when you kiss him.
Sometimes when he’s least expecting it, you scoop him up and toss him over your shoulder. He loves being carried like the little princess he is. Becuase he is your male wife.
Just a girly and her bf that’s shorter than her <3
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Hopelessly Devoted To You
Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x reader
Fandom: The Sandman
Word Count: 2017
Warning(s): Dark Morpheus, unhealthy obsession, lightly detailed smooching scene
A/N: This is a one shot!! I was inspired by the god x worshipper trope because when I first saw it, I was like ‘I gotta write a fic on this’. Thank you to @beautifulbows924 for this inspiration and for the read of your own take on this trope! I also combined the virgin!reader with this trope :D. Enjoy reading and comments are appreciated!
Taglist: @beautifulbows924
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Since young, books and mythology had been a topic of interest for [Name]. First, it was the Egyptian gods and then it led to more than just Gods. Upon entering adulthood, her obsession grew more intricate to a point where it led to the discovery of special omnipotent beings that not many in the world knew. A special set of beings that were the embodiment of natural forces. [Name] travelled around the world, researching old books, visiting places where it was once said that these beings had visited.
Her obsession never stopped. Specifically to one being. Dream of the Endless. Everything she did, she did it in His name. Every decision she made, she would thank Him for helping her choose the right path. He was like God to her, praying to Him to try to make herself known to Him. Within the compounds of her little home sat a little shrine, ‘items’ dedicated to Him and for Him only. She dressed specially for Him, kept herself pure for Him to take.
Every night when she goes to bed, she prayed her dreams would involve Him. Everything had to be about Him. [Name] has dedicated her life to Him and for Him only.
[Name] had heard of a cult who had managed to capture one of the Endless. She was ready to travel over to witness everything with her own eyes but alas, a message got to her saying that they had captured the wrong Endless and it destroyed her. So much so that she immediately ran to her shrine and prayed for days and for nights.
Over the years, her collection relating to the Endless had grown very slowly. There was a book where the written language was nothing known to mankind, a slab of stone written in the same language. It baffled the girl at how incompetent mankind was in realising that there are godly beings who walk among them. However, the most important item sitting on her shrine was kept in a very small cylindrical bottle. Inside, held hair. Hair as dark as the fur of a panther, hair that was as dark as the night. It was said that this hair actually belonged to Dream Himself, when he roamed the streets of the City of Glass. On the topic of this, [Name] felt actual jealousy upon knowing that the ancient queen and Him tangled with one another.
She wanted that very much.
Sitting in the dimly lit room, one lit by candles on the shrine, [Name] held her head down, eyes skimming the yellowed page of the book. The unknown language made her head spin. What exactly did she have to do to get His attention? To call Dream of the Endless to her and notice her worship for Him? Screaming in frustration, she smashed her fist into the marble tile. The impact split her skin, the strain to her skin allowed blood through.
There were times when she wanted to give up hope, give up on the fact that her master had not yet noticed her. But she never went there. [Name] knew better and knew that she had to do more for Him to notice her.
A light vibration pulled [Name] out of her anger, her phone lit up with a notification.
‘I got what you asked for. Meet me in Greece,’ The text said. She leaned over to pick her phone up to reply, wiping her thumb of blood first.
‘Where?’
‘Island of Naxos,’
[Name] didn’t hesitate on what she did next.
The weather was warm and inviting the minute [Name] stepped out into the Grecian weather, pulling her sunglasses back down on her nose. There was no time to waste. She hailed for a taxi, which brought her to the hotel where she would be meeting a fellow follower.
Leon shook [Name]’s hand with a smile, guiding the woman for a sit.
He reached into his bag, pulling out a small case. He set it gently on the table, the locks open with a click. Turning it over to face [Name], he raised the lid, revealing a small, very clearly, a handwritten book. It was thin, looked light and as she leaned in closely, it was written in the old Greek language. Her jaw slacked, eyes widened as the closer she examined the book, the more she realised that it was a true piece.
“This is real?”
Leon nodded with a hum. “Very real. Very, very real. I did a light read and it’s there. What you need, I mean,”
[Name] inhaled deeply, forefinger caressing the spine of the book. She reached into her own bag, retrieving his payment in the form of two big wads of cash. A brief exchange of goods and a briefer exchange of thanks and they part their ways.
[Name] knew she had much work to complete.
Days turned to weeks and the study room was in a mess. Messy written notes discarded on the floor, an empty mug that had been there since day one, [Name] hadn’t stopped and only doing so when she needed to eat, sleep and relieve herself. But everyday, her progress was getting better and better to the point that she was almost done translating.
[Name] kneeled before the shrine, glasses perched on her nose as her hand moved messily around the paper.
“..If you wish to invoke his presence, to..to summon..uh..to summon the God of Dreams, say his name..,” She mumbled, eyes wide. Was this it? The end of her journey but the beginning of her proper worshipping? One where she would constantly kneel before His throne, dressed in nothing but a black, translucent cloth to please His eyes, her hand rested on His thigh while their eyes locked? The imagination itself was enough to send goosebumps on her skin.
[Name] took in a deep breath before exhaling. As she turned to the next and final page, there was only a single word written. And she knew what it was. Quietly, she translated, eyes focused on the language book without looking at the name she was writing on the paper. Her eyes focused on the last letter, indicating that was the end of it. The end of the book. Slowly, she averted her eyes to the paper, a smile curled on both corners of her lips.
“Oneiros..,” The name rolled off her tongue like butter, enough to make a god crumble to his knees. [Name] looked around, her apartment empty as usual. A tired sigh left her lips. He wouldn’t just come to her just like that. Perhaps a little rest won’t hurt.
[Name] dropped her pen on the paper, leaving the study room for her bedroom. Kicking off her bedroom slippers, she crawled under the duvet, the warmth engulfing her like a lover. As she fell asleep, she dreamt…
The world was dark. Everything was in pure darkness and yet there [Name] stood, in the darkness. She looked to the sides to find nothing but pure emptiness. She turned around and spotted something in the far distance.
“Hello?” She called out. No reply. Just silence, like outer space. Her legs began moving her towards the direction of that something and the closer she got, the clearer it became. A man and a woman. The woman had her arms around his neck, eyes closed while the man had his hands gripping her waist. Low moans came from the woman, soft grunts and growls came from the man as their kisses were filled with passion and hunger. This confused [Name]. What was this dream? What did it mean? She slowed to a stop, a few metres away from the couple. The closer [Name] looked, the more she recognised the woman. She looked strikingly similar to her and this alarmed the girl.
The woman’s eyes flew open, lips still sensually locked with the man and [Name] looked on in horor. It was her! She took a step back as the woman whispered something in the man’s ear. He turned his head slightly, enough to look at [Name] over his shoulder with a dark look and a smirk on his red lips.
[Name] gasped awake, sitting up and panting lightly. The skies outside were still dark and the clock read that it was close to two in the morning. What the girl failed to register was the fact that the woman in her dream, her, was entangled with a man she had never seen before. She swallowed, pushing the duvet off her legs.
“Oneiros,” She whispered, seeking his help to calm her heart down. The girl left her bedroom for her kitchen to pour herself a glass of water, unaware that a pair of glowing eyes was watching her among the darkness. A few gulps down and her heart was steady enough to visit her shrine again.
But this time, something felt off about everything.
[Name] set her glass down, quietly leaving the kitchen for the study room. The room was still the way it was so what changed? She gulped, kneeling down before her shrine and closed her eyes. Her prayer was quiet but loud enough for Him to hear.
A cool hand hovered over her head, a low hum coming from the being.
“I hear you..I hear your call, my beloved,” The voice, deep and low, sent shivers down her spine. [Name]’s eyes slowly open. Morpheus stood before her, as soft gasp left her lips.
“Oneiros..,” Her words trailed off as Morpheus kneeled down, a small smile on his lips. His fingers rested on her chin, tilting her head so their eyes met. He took in a deep breath, humming lowly.
“My beloved, such a good and obedient little worshipper. I have lived endlessly and never have I met anyone as devoted as you,” There was adoration and slight mockery to his words, definitely from the fact that [Name] was obsessed with Him.
“Oneiros–,”
“Please, dear one. Morpheus,” He corrected her firmly yet gently.
The girl swallowed. “M-Morpheus, you’re here..You’re actually here..I..,” Her breath hitched, captured by his dark beauty. His beauty matched Him well. This was Him. Her God.
“I h-have worshipped you for years, prayed to you, did things in your name..kept my purity as my gift for you. I never stopped worshipping you, finding ways to you, hoping you would hear my call,” She rambled on and the grip on her chin was enough to tell her to stop. Morpheus released her chin, turning his hand. The girl took it, standing. His cold eyes stared down at her as his hand snaked to the back of her neck. Morpheus pulled her close, the girl nuzzling his neck while he nuzzled her hair. The scent of it triggered his head wildly and deliciously.
The girl moaned lightly, hands resting on his chest. His hands moved down to rest on her hips, gripping it lightly.
“My beloved, are you ready to fully devote yourself to me? To kneel by my feet for the rest of your life? To worship every step I take? To share the same bed with me? To allow me to revel in your purity in all of its might?” Morpheus’s warm lips brushed against her ear, a low whimper left [Name]’s lips.
“You will stay with me forever in my realm, in my palace. You can never return here and should you do anything I do not like, you will be punished. Are you ready for a life with me?”
His words were a warning to her. [Name] still had time to back out. But why should she? Her devotion to Morpheus was stronger than her own logic. Like a mindless soldier following his captain to a shadow war. She pulled away so their eyes met, her hand moving to the back of his head. Her fingers gently tug on the hair there. He needed to hear the key words, only then will he whisk her away.
[Name] smiled widely, leaning up slowly to nuzzle affectionately against his rough jaw.
“Anything for you, Morpheus,”
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