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reader confronting katsuki about his anger issues and how he bullies deku too much and they scream "don't u wanna be a hero?!" or smth like that and it strikes a nerve but also makes him Sad bc he wanna be a hero don't call him a villain :((

“you’ll never be a fucking hero if you keep acting like a dick to midoriya”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: language, bit of angst bit of fluff

word count: 1400+

a/n: hey guys, hope you enjoy this little headcanon thingy i dont know what it’s called lmao

summary: in which after seeing bakugo continue his bullying with midoriya, you take it upon yourself to stick up for the boy and bakugo get’s a lot more than he expected, finally realising that his act cannot go on for any longer

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Another day, another Bakugo shouting at Midoriya.

You could see in Midoriya’s eyes how much he looked up to the boy, you may have only known the two for a couple months now but seeing Bakugo scream at the boy again.

It was too much, the anger in explosions, the way Midoriya tried to hold him back.

He was extra pissed today and was taking it out on the green haired boy.

Being close friends with the boy, the shouting of Bakugo had made your instincts act out.

You left your own partner, Kirishima, and marched past everybody. They could all see your own anger; you were going to protect the boy and they were not going to stand in your way.

You grabbed Bakugo’s collar and this boy was in shock, nobody had ever done something like this.

His actions stopped as you dragged him out kicking and shouting for you to let go of him.

“Y/n, what the fuck? Don’t fucking ever do that shit again?” He scowled outside of the training rooms.

You tapped your foot lightly, but you were pissed, fucking annoyed even. He looked angry at you but kept it under wraps. If someone was to analysis Bakugo they would realise how he had a soft spot for you after both of you fought against each other at the spots festival. Hell he even remembered your name and quirk, he may have been nicer to you but his anger that he had suppressed for you needed to be let out somehow.

“Bakugo, you’re going to listen to me, oh so help me God, I will make you look like an idiot inside.” He took a sharp breathe only nodding at how easily you had shut down his frustrations.

“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at? Leave Midoriya the fuck alone, you don’t need to be so fucking rude to the boy. You might think it makes you look all powerful but all I see is a bully.” You took your own deep breath, “you’ll never be a fucking hero if you keep acting like a dick to Midoriya.”

He stood taking it all, all the anger you felt from how he acted towards the boy, he took it all in. The last thing he had ever wanted was to hear the words you had said and worst of all, it was you who had said it. The girl who had nearly beat him, the girl who had always been so kind and nice to those around her. The girl he had almost become infatuated with, you were the one shouting at him, telling him he was the one in the wrong.

“Get a fucking grip, Bakugo.” With the final words you left him speechless outside, he couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. But anger filled him, the sound of his explosions arose from behind you, but you didn’t turn around shaking your head to let him have his tantrum.

You had spent time with him, even studied with him. He never acted the way he acted to Midoriya to you, he always seemed nice and a lot calmer. But watching how hurt Midoriya looked, it hurt you to see your friend upset.

“You don’t get to fucking say shit Y/n.” You stopped in your steps, you were half way inside before his words caught up to you. He was shouting at you, his eyes filled with sadness, you were close enough to see it. But the rest of the class who were watching the scene could only see anger.

“Bakugo…”

“No, Y/n, you can’t say that shit and leave like that.” His voice seemed weaker and his arms may have been out towards you. But no yellow explosions were coming out from it, he just had anger within him. He hated you protecting the young Midoriya, but he knew that you shouldn’t care as much, that you had never stopped him before. So why now?

You didn’t meet his gaze, instead looking to the side, “fucking look at me.” Your eyes flickered to his own and he was about to speak when a much angrier Aizawa stomped towards you. He looked pissed at the two of you not training.

“You two stop talking now.”

“Yes sir.” You both spoke in unison, before you left to go back to Kirishima.

The words had repeated through Bakugo’s head since the encounter outside, he respected you for saying what you said. To stand up to him, but he could see how it had ruined your friendship.

Whenever you’d be in the elevator going up to your rooms, you’d stay on your phone, refusing to talk to him, or if you both were waiting for Aizawa to come in. You’d leave your seat behind him and go talk to Midoriya or Todoroki, he hated it so much.

This is how he ended up doing something entirely rash and a lot more unexpected. It was the end of the day and you were about to leave to go back to the dorms. A hand had grabbed your wrist however, “Y/n.”

Bakugo’s voice was hesitant, but you turned to meet his gaze. He let go of you, scratching the back of his head before speaking again, “I want to prove to you that I am he…hero material, so just umm wait here.”

You were hesitant at first, but you stayed outside, you noticed him walk towards Midoriya who at the sight of seeing Bakugo looked timider than ever. Bakugo gestured you to come over, which you did waiting to see what he’d say to the young boy, “I…I’m sorry.”

Midoriya looked more confused than ever, “are you ill Kacchan?” Midoriya began to try to inspect Bakugo’s face.

“Let go me stupid nerd.” He got out of Midoriya’s way and looked at you.

“An apology won’t just fix a relationship Bakugo.” You had not been impressed with what you had seen, and you wanted to hear more.

“Okay, okay.” Bakugo looked back at Midoriya, “we’ve never been friends and I know we never will.”

You stared blankly at what he had said, that was not a good start, “but I shouldn’t have put all my anger on you, to be honest, all the niceness I give to y/n, I have left over anger that needed to go somewhere. It shouldn’t have been to you, I’m not trying to be nice to you, I’m still 100% better than you and your little nerdy friends but I won’t put the excess anger I have onto you.”

“Okay.” Midoriya had grown over the months, he didn’t need Bakugo’s approval for anything, he had grown to have other friends. Move past the boy from his childhood and you were glad about that.

Bakugo came to meet your gaze again, “yeah, yeah we’re fine now.” He grinned at you walking with you back to the dorms. “So what’s this about being nice to just me.”

“Shut up shitty woman.” He growled as you laughed.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be nice to me.” You pouted to the boy.

“Y/n.” He stopped you in your tracks, even with the acceptance he had gotten back from you, he was still upset about what you had said. “About me not being her…”

You interrupted him, touching his cheek. “It was rash, and I shouldn’t have said it.” You smiled up to the boy, your thumb caressing his face, “you’ll be an amazing pro hero one day and you’ll protect us all.”

“Even you.”

You laughed at his statement, “only if I’m in trouble, but I doubt I will be.” Just as you had let go of his face, he grabbed your arm bringing you closer.

Your faces only a mere inch apart from one another, he had bent down to reach your face. And he was happy, content even, he hated having you ignore him. Having you shut him down every time he tried to talk to you, but you had given him another chance and he was taking it.

His lips finally reached yours and you gave a low whisper, “do it future number one hero.” The command was all he needed to encase his lips against your own. The softness between one another and warmth that the boy brought was filled in the lustful kiss, his tongue guiding your own and the heavy breathes you both took after. It had been careless but soft and he had even more of a reason to become the number one pro hero and that was you.

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LOVE IN THE AIR: Special Episode (2022) dir. Neti Suwanjinda

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No matter how many Dramione stories I read, the shift from 'Granger' to 'Hermione' and from 'Malfoy' to 'Draco' does inexplicable things to my heart. every. fucking. time.

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step bro!rafe having an obsession with the readers tits, like while they fuck or if she’s just in her room or family vacay, he will put her top down and will just suck on em for hours

“Rafey-..it’s almost time for dinner.” You protested, your voice in a small broken whimper as the lips of your step-brother wrapped around your nipple as the other was being squeezed by a massive hand. “We are having people over..”

Pulling back with a small pop, he looked up at you through heavy blue eyes, silky chestnut locks framing his face. Ever since the two of you had been messing around behind your family, Rafe had become obsessed with your tits. Whether that be smacking them while he fucked you, getting a quick squeeze in before everyone came down for breakfast, or his favorite which was sucking them roughly into his mouth for hours.

“I don’t give a shit, let me suck your fucking tits for however long I want.” He told you, before leaning his head back down to have his lips around your nipple again. He sucked at them hungrily, switching back and forth between each breast.

You knew that Ward, your mother or your step-sisters would be coming to knock on your door any minute, wondering where you were. But the feeling of your panties dampening the more he groaned against your tits, had you not caring about the guests that were soon to arrive.

“Can you touch my.. my pussy..?” You whispered, looking down at him with pleading eyes, needing something more as you practically dry humping him.

His pink lips swollen, Rafe laughed taking the palm of his hand to smack your hardened nipple. “We’ve are having people over. It’ll have to wait.” He smirked, smacking the other one, only to leave you sitting there, panties soaked and a frown.

All because of your step-brother.

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Thinking about meeting Bakugou and Kirishima in the crowd of a concert, and during one of the slow songs the artist tells everyone to get on someone’s shoulders so Kirishima asks you whether you want to get on his shoulders and you tell him that it’s okay because you’re too heavy.

And then Bakugou gives you possibly the dirtiest look you’ve ever received in your life as he looks you up and down before handing his beer off to Kirishima as he doesn’t give you a choice as he bends down to slot his head between your thighs.

So you’re squealing because you’ve never been on someone’s shoulders before, and you’re certain you’re too heavy but Bakugou doesn’t quake as he holds you steady for the entire song. And after he puts you down so gently and takes his beer back off Kirishima like it was nothing🥺

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re4 remake leon kennedy nsfw alphabet!

Pairing; RE4 Remake Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader

Warnings; 18+ minors dni! no age in ur bio? blocked!!! anyway, mentions of impact play, knifeplay, restraints, overstimulation, somnophilia (consensual), spanking, flogging, paddles

hope you guys like this since for some reaosn it took me a little while?? anyway my favs are D for Dirty Secret and probably K for Kink, let me know yours!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Honestly it may sound weird but he doesn’t like being covered in…fluids or being super sweaty etc when he doesn’t need to be. In the moment he’s all for it, hell he’s bloody enthusiastic about it, but after you’re done and you’re both ready to pass out? He feels a little gross and uncomfortable. It’s nothing to do with you and he often wishes he wasn’t like this, but after all the missions he’s been on and the things he’s experienced, the feeling of being sweaty and slick and out of breath yet safe and secure in your home messes with his head a little. He subconsciously connects it to being in places like Spain, sweaty and panting as he runs away from infected villagers. So, while reluctant to part from you in your shared post-sex daze, he has to get up and clean himself off. It may not seem like very much, but it’s a mark of how much he cares for you when he comes back with a cloth and cleans you up as well. He doesn’t want you to feel like he does, even if you’ve never been on any kind of mission or anything in your life. Acts of service, my friends.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you, your hands. He marvels at them. They’re just so much softer and nicer than his, more delicate no matter what you do. His are worn and tired, the skin weathered though he’s still quite young-the backs and palms of them are littered with little white scares, almost always scratched in some way. He’s got a jagged gash mirrored on his right hand where someone put a knife through it once. Leon hates his own hands, but adores yours. Just seeing your hand on his arm or his thigh will make his pulse pick up a little, and the sight of your hand wrapped around his length is a favourite of his, making him weak in the knees when he looks down. On himself, his arms. He’s secretly addicted to how protective of you he feels with his forearms wound round your waist. He can keep you safe and close to him and make sure no harm comes to you. Leon also very very much likes holding you up with his arms around your waist when he’s fucked you too dumb to stay up by yourself, but who’s to know…

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Anywhere you want. He ain’t fussy. Absolutely obsessed with anything to be honest. You want it inside? Leon’s hips are stuttering as the words get through to him and he is blessed with the absolute divine sight of his seed leaking out of you. You want him to pull out and decorate you with it? He’s kneeling before you and jerking himself off, mouth hanging open and honest to god he drooled one time, spit dripping from his lip onto the sheets as he painted your cunt with his cum. You want it on your ass? He’s gotta pull out quick because just the thought of shooting ropes over your cheeks is more than enough to set him off, whimpering a little as the aftershocks flow through him and he looks at the pretty sight. You wanna swallow it? He gives a particularly rough thrust into your throat when he thinks about it, obsessed with you wanting him that much. He doesn’t really care much for deciding where he cums usually, he’ll leave it up to you. One thing he’s sure of though is that he doesn’t want any getting on the sheets. Hates the mess, the knowing that it’s there, having to wash all his sheets just because of one little bit. Hates it!

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

So. Leon has seen how you get when he makes you cum over and over, he sees how glassy your eyes go, how you can barely do a thing but submit to his actions and beg for more and more pleasure even though your body is tired. He sees that and he wants it. He’s so curious, more fascinated than anything. Given his usual daily life, it’s no wonder that he just doesn’t want to think for a little bit, that he just wants to give in to you, but he’s unsure how to go about it. He’s watched porn, watched men be tied up and stroked and jerked until they’ve cum a fourth time and nothing even comes out anymore, and he fucking wants it. Leon sees the way their bodies squirm and writhe with every touch and how they cry but they still beg for more, and he’s desperate for it. He wants, needs you to tie his hands and legs down, sit patiently with him and stroke his cock until he’s a crying mess, until he knows he looks pathetic and he’s whining when he cums and your hand is still moving but he doesn’t care, because all he can think about is the pleasure. Often though, he’ll work up the courage to ask you about it or finally broach the subject in some way and he finds the words are just stuck somewhere inside him. He can’t get them out no matter how much he wants to, held back by the memories of being tied up in other more…undesirable situations. Part of him is so fucking scared that you’ll tie him up and he’ll revert back to his mentality in those circumstances, that he’ll crack and he’ll do something, hurt you maybe.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not as experienced as you’d think actually! He’s been with people, had one night stands and experimented a bit-had a girlfriend just before Raccoon City, but he’s even though he looks like THAT he still hasn’t done as much as you’d expect. Him and his girlfriend were young and inexperienced, so it was rather vanilla for the (very) short time they were together, and I mean, when you’re practically kidnapped by your government, forced to train around the clock to become the best agent you can possibly be, well, he didn’t have many nights out on the town. He had a couple of one night stands in the years he was training, with other agents who just needed some stress relief like him. Leon doesn’t look back on them very fondly, knowing they weren’t even very good, they just all needed an outlet for everything they were going through. He makes an effort in his relationship with you though, eager to learn all he can to make you happy and ensure the relationship is as good as it can possibly be. He certainly doesn’t ignore that in your sex life either. To begin with it was quite vanilla, both of you sussing out your rhythms and how you work together, then exploring a couple of kinks both of you had thought about trying, and then edging into more adventurous territory. Exploration has slowed down the harder the kinks get though, as Leon often needs more time to adjust and make sure he doesn’t slip into a dangerous headspace when he’s with you.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Leon has a weakness for missionary, though he doesn’t like to admit it because he feels like it’s way too ‘vanilla’. If you ask him, he’ll say he likes bending you over the counter or the bed or the back of the couch, but really? Yeah it’s missionary. He likes being able to watch your face as he slides into you, he likes being able to just duck down and steal kisses whenever he feels the need, he can’t get enough of the way your legs tighten around his hips when he thrusts particularly deeply, how your nails dig into his shoulders and how he can see your mouth drop open in pleasure. He can push your legs up and manhandle you into the mating press, he can throw your legs onto his shoulders for that perfect angle. Leon loves missionary this much for two main reasons though, which he hasn’t even noticed, but you’ve realised the pattern. Before he goes on missions, he’ll hike your legs up around his hips and drop down onto his forearms, gripping your jaw gently but firmly and telling you to look into his eyes as he fucks you, so he can make sure you remember this when he’s gone for weeks at a time. When he comes back from missions, he lets your legs fall open either side of him as he drops down onto you, shoving his face into you and nosing up the side of your neck, giving you long, slow, deep strokes to try and show you how much he’s been missing you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

More serious, 100%. He’s not trying to be really serious or bring down the mood in any way, he just happens to be like that. The beginning of your relationship was pretty much all serious sex for you two, because Leon had quite a few unvoiced fears about you leaving him or getting bored or seeing that he’s really nothing special. Naturally he was not great at hiding these things from you and you managed to assuage some of these fears, calming him down and making him realise it doesn’t always need to be the best thing ever in your relationship. Your conversations don’t always need to professing your love or the deep connection you have, dinner doesn’t always have to be a Michelin star meal, and sex doesn’t alway have to be mind blowing. He was calmer about it after that, a little more relaxed. He let some more sounds out and wasn’t always going hell for leather, had some more slower and more fun sex with you, and now he’s pretty comfortable with where you’re at. His nature doesn’t really allow him to just be making jokes during sex, even if it’s like lazy morning sex, but he’s no longer uncomfortable or nervous about asking you to move your hair, if he can shift his leg, or telling you something isn’t really doing much for him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Eh he doesn’t take loads of care with it. It just doesn’t really occur to him if we’re being honest! Especially since he’s on missions all the time, trimming and manscaping is quite literally nowhere near any of his priorities. (I do headcanon that he starts trimming and taking care of himself at some point in his life because he shoves some jeans on but is in such a rush that he doesn’t have any underwear on, and when he does the zipper up he accidentally gets hair caught in it. He never makes a comment on women waxing ever again.)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Quite intimate. Or rather, intense. Like I said, he’s not very goofy during sex so the majority of your times together are quite intimate and intense. He just has a lot of feelings to get out! Leon is not the most articulate man and does not often communicate his feelings as well as you or he may like, he’s more of an action man-therefore he tries to show you how he feels through his actions. While sometimes you two can have quickies that are more relief than anything else, an excess of energy or just needing to get it out (it’s rare with Leon to do that though, he’s always got thought or meaning behind it), pretty much every time with him has an undertone of urgency or intensity. Rough sex before a mission? He’s trying so hard to show how much he’s going to miss you. Loving slow sex when he gets back? He’s showing you how grateful he is that you waited, that you love him enough to stay. Lazy morning sex? He’s biting your shoulder to stop from spilling out how lucky he is he gets to wake up next to you, that you trust him enough to be so vulnerable around him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It depends. When he’s on a mission, it’s rare because he needs to be alert at all times. Occasionally the need does strike him and he’ll do it as quickly as possible, get rid of the need and distraction before it kills him. Besides, it doesn’t even happen all that often. When you’re getting shot at and injected with suspicious substances that may kill you and the vice president’s daughter, it’s rather difficult to get a boner in the first place. If it does happen on a mission, it’s usually just as he wakes up, adrenaline finally gone, somewhat rested and body trying to tell him he needs a release. Otherwise, when he’s at home (with you) he would much rather just wait to be with you. With the missions that he goes on, he finds he doesn’t have as much time with you as he would like. So, he’s reluctant to take care of himself even if he’s not with you. What if he decided to get it out the way and then found time with you, yet was too tired because he’d already jerked off? That wouldn’t do.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Leon has never and will never voice this to you, but fuck, the thought of you being his housewife gets him going real bad. He would never ask you to, he wouldn’t want to feel like he was coercing you or influencing you into giving up any career or job you have, he would never want to try and confine you at home or take away your independence. However. The more sexual side of it, and the domestic side? Few things get him going quite as quickly. Some days he comes back from missions and he’ll open the door to you cooking in the kitchen, he’ll get a hug and a passionate kiss and a sweet ‘hi baby I’m glad you’re home, dinner will be on the table in a few minutes-’. You’ll tell him to take his shoes off and get changed, to relax before you eat together and some part of him just melts through the floor he swears. He’s constantly having to bite his tongue so he doesn’t swing the door open with a ‘Hi honey I’m home!’. So yes, something he’ll never say, but the fantasy of having such a sweet domestic life, of you taking such good care of him and both of you being able to just do nothing but dote on each other when he’s home? Weak at the knees my friends.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He likes fucking pretty much everywhere as you can imagine, but he really likes the couch. Leon has a few favourites naturally, but the couch is always his preferred choice. He won’t take you out of bed to go to the couch, but you’re making out in the hallway? He’ll walk you backwards to the couch. Perched on the counter in front of him? He’ll pull you into the living room and tell you the couch is more comfortable. In the lift and getting frisky? He’ll tell you to wait a little bit longer, wait until you have more room and freedom and space-you think he’ll take you to the bedroom but he plops you both down on the couch. Much like the idea of you being his housewife, he is practically addicted to the domesticity of it. How Leon can come home from a mission and curl up with you on the sofa, slide into you slowly and show you how much he missed you. You can both be watching TV and he can shuffle down to between your thighs, gently pull on your underwear, feel your hand in his hair all while dinner is cooking in the kitchen, while your comfort show plays on the tv.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in pretty clothes. He likes you in dresses or skirts, nice shirts and flattering, tailored trousers, elegant shoes and perfectly painted nails. It’s mainly for two reasons, one because it feeds into his fantasies of domesticity. When he sees you float through the door with a smile on your face and a dress swishing around your thighs, nails freshly done (on his card) and bags of your new purchases (also on his card, naturally) slung over your arms, he can feel his stomach flip a little. His body heats and he often has to adjust himself, managing to pretend he’s just a little hot, not that the sight of you being so homely is reaaaally doing it for him. The other reason is that his job very rarely affords the opportunity to appreciate and revel in beauty and normalcy just as this. It reminds him where he is, that he’s safe with you at home, that you’re safe and you’re together. Mainly it’s the domestic thing though ngl.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Knifeplay are you kidding me?? Especially after Spain!! He sees hunting knives and he thinks of Krauser, of him lying on the floor after Leon pushed the knife through his chest. He thinks of Luis dying right next to him with a blade in his back. He cannot and will not bring ANYTHING like that into the bedroom with you. Impact play is also very difficult for him, he’ll spank you occasionally but pretty much everything else is off the table. When he’s got his head between your legs and he’s gripping your thighs, the bruises he leaves there where his fingers were make his mind go fuzzy and he adores them, but slapping you, flogging, using a paddle, spanking you too hard-he cannot deal with it. Huge hard no’s for him. When you’ve asked, he’s debated it for a few minutes at most before realising he couldn’t do it with flashing back to some horrible times.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

It’s an even tie for him. He likes both for very different reasons that almost have nothing to do with the pleasure side of it. He loves when you blow him because it confirms to him that you do really want to be with him, you do really want him and you’re really here. Leon often thinks to himself that you’re wayyy too good for him, so when you want to go down on him? It makes his mind go blank a little, and he, selfishly he thinks, loves just laying back and being taken care of for once. He’s always the protector and taking care of people, he likes those moments where he doesn’t have to do anything and you want to look after him. On the other side, he loves being of service to you and making you feel good. Those are the moments where he truly, truly loves being of use to someone, because him being of use is for good in this situation, it’s for you and he loves that. He loooves when you grab his hair and just push or pull his head to wherever you want it-he’ll use his own skills and take his own initiative, but a part of him relishes when you just huff at him and get fed up of his teasing, deciding to just use his mouth and push his head further into you. He’ll gladly suffocate down there if you need him to stay down a little longer to reach your peak.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most often a little faster. It’s not intentional, he just lives a fast life and is used to doing things at the same pace, so he tends to go faster naturally. Leon does like slower sex, lazy and leisurely strokes into you, but he feels you and he just can’t help speeding up, pistoning his hips into yours over and over as he pushes you both to that finish. Though, it is worth noting that even though he’s usually on the faster side, it doesn’t mean he’s rough. Like I said he’s not into impact play or the really rough side of things, so though he’s fast he’ll still be quite tender with you, reluctant to be too harsh or anything. Thing is, he also likes cockwarming, or sort of slow grinding. So. He’s either fast, or he’ll lay on his back on the sofa and pull you down on top of him, settle into your soothing heat and just run his hand up and down your back as you watch tv. Leon will often fall asleep in these moments, as they happen commonly after missions when he just needs to feel you and feel safe, and it’s so comforting he just…dozes off. But yes, mostly fast.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Leon isn’t opposed to them as such, but the reason why he doesn’t really go into them leads into the R=Risk section below. It’s partly because he likes being able to take longer if he wants. His missions, his job, most of his life is quick. He does things quickly, he does them as soon as possible. It’s just how everything goes, he doesn’t have the luxury of taking his time-so when he’s home, he likes to use every opportunity to take his time with you. I wrote this for my Price alphabet and I don’t mean to copy, but I just think if he has the option, he’d rather he wait until he can spend as long as he wants with you rather than trying to fit it in quickly. If it’s for example a quickie in the morning before work, he’ll probably go for that-but the choice between a quickie during a lunch break or a couple of hours in the evening? Yeah he’ll just wait.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not really. For example, he will not experiment with exhibitionism as it could impact his job terribly. He won’t have sex at work because first of all, he doesn’t want you to have anything to do with that and second of all, it could have bad consequences for his work. One of americas top agents caught fucking in the White House toilets? No thank you! He also, as I said, will not experiment with impact play or especially rough kinks. However-things he maybe just hasn’t heard of but you’d like to try? Hell fucking yes. Telling him you want to cockwarm him for the first time as you try and get some work done? He’s sat there like…you can just tell me you wanna fuck and I’ll fuck you hell yes- But then he ends up loving it. Somnophilia is new to him but when you tell him it’s okay to try, he falls in love with that too.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Two usually, he could do three when he was younger with a slight rest between but his body is just tired and more exhausted these days. He can do two, but often just stays at one unless you’ve both got a long evening to spare. Either way, he waits until you’re taken care of every time-unless it’s a time when you want to drag the pleasure out of him and focus on that instead of yourself/being together. It’s part of the reason he secretly wants you to tie him up and wrong as many orgasms from him as you can, because he kind of wonders just how many times you could make him come, how much his body would physically allow. Three was the most he’s ever done, and he frequently wonders if he could ever reach five. After working up to it maybe.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Leon is hesitant at first. A very very common thought for him is that you deserve better or that he will never live up to what you need him to be, so to begin with it sort fed into that narrative a little. When he heard about couples using them not just people on their own, he kind of scoffed, figured that he pleases you more than well enough so why the fuck would he need outside help? He’s more than capable! Leon is used to doing everything on his own or by himself, he’s used to being capable enough and not needing help so it takes a little while for him to even consider it if I’m being honest. Even now, he doesn’t use very many toys in the bedroom at all. He’s much more comfortable with them after experimenting with you with them, but often it’s just him making you use a vibrator while he watches, you using one on him etc etc. He doesn’t like using them to make you come at all, he just reaaaally wants the satisfaction of doing that himself, knowing he was the one who pushed you over the edge with his own skills.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a whole lot honestly. He’d like to tease you more, he hugely enjoys when you get all needy and desperate, begging him for any kind of touch possible, or how you get flustered if he whispers something dirty in public etc. But honestly? Leon just doesn’t have the patience! He is constantly being pulled away at odd hours, away for weeks at a time and sometimes he has no idea when he’s going to be back in your arms, so he would just rather actually touch you or give in to what you both need rather than deny either of you anything. Also, sometimes it just doesn’t make sense to him. How do other people do it for HOURS? He wants to touch you and feel your hands all over him just as much as you want it, so why on earth would he deny you both that for a whole day or something? How stupid is that??

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not terribly loud, but he’s gotten louder as time goes on. Like a lot of men, he tended to keep his noises to himself and just be content to bite his tongue as he listened to you moan unashamedly. He’s a generally loud man though, voice naturally booming in his normal life so one time you’re blowing him and he accidentally lets out a horribly loud moan, mouth dropping open wide until he remembered himself, snapped it shut and ignored the heat rising in his cheeks. You’d promptly pulled off of him and stared up into his eyes with desire painted over your face, told him he wasn’t allowed to hide those noises ever again, you could probably come from them alone, and then you’d sucked the soul out of him and he couldn’t help being loud after that. His noises manifest mostly in grunts and low moans, huffs panted into your neck and growls against your skin, but occasionally if you’re more in charge he’ll let out a smaller, breathy moan, which sometimes, but rarely, tails off into a whimper.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One time, when you were in the bathroom and he was going on a mission the next day, he sneakily swiped your perfume and sprayed it liberally on a random item of clothing that he doesn’t wear, just so he could put it in his bag and smell it whenever he needed to while he was away, to have something tangible to remind him of you. Memories are all well and good, but the thought of being able to catch the scent of you even while on the other side of the world? He couldn’t think of anything more comforting. However, it backfired heavily. He was in a tight spot on the mission, trapped in his hiding spot and trying desperately to find something he’d hidden at the bottom of a bag-and he suddenly smelled your perfume. Unfortunately, with the nature of the mission, he hadn’t been paying that much attention to himself, and the scent of you promptly gave him a semi that he had to try and ignore while in the heat of battle. He never did the perfume trick again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Genuinely hardly ever know what to put for these. This is purely based off of Vibes. He’s about five and a half inches, cut, and curves a little to the left. He has that Energy. Curve Energy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s average. He would actually like it to be higher. You two have sex a pretty decent amount, but sometimes he wishes he had a bigger libido so that he could take you as many times as he could before having to go on another mission, but alas, his job takes a LOT out of him. A lot of his energy and adrenaline etc etc is expelled with the things he has to do, and the training he often has to carry out even when he’s not on missions, so it means occasionally he’ll come back home to you and just not be in the mood at all. Too tired or too worn out, unable to think of anything but the mission he’d just been assigned or the other agent’s death he’s just learned of. But, you do still have sex a good amount, he certainly doesn’t leave you unsatisfied in any way.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Quick. He’s out like a fucking light. Well, let me elaborate actually. He’ll clean you guys up and take care of you, sometimes run a bath or run the shower for you both if you want him too-either way he needs to clean you both up first because like I mentioned at the start he can’t deal with the various…fluids, but after that if there’s nothing else that needs doing and you don’t need to talk about anything, he’ll pass out right away. Again, it has a lot to do with his job/lifestyle. Leon has perfected the art of falling asleep anywhere, any time, any place no matter the situation. On his missions a safe place to sleep can never be guaranteed, so he has basically conditioned himself to fall asleep quickly any time he needs to, in order to catch as much rest as he can. So, if he’s home and safe in your arms, he falls into a deeper sleep as soon as he knows nothing else needs doing. But, if there is something that needs doing or you both have to talk about something? He’s fine to stay awake however long is needed. You frequently scold him for this because he always looks like he’s sleep deprived, but it’s another skill he’s picked up, and he is now able to go worryingly long amounts functioning on little sleep. He much prefers being able to pass out immediately though ofc.

comments/reblogs/asks are always appreciated lovelies, as the first two are what spread my works and asks make me light the F up when i get them! always make my heart flutter my loves <33

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leon discovers you’re nervous about being eaten out and makes it his mission to change that:

-> no y/n, fem!reader

-> cw: 18+ mdni, lowkey kind of fluffy too, pet names (love, baby), leon being a sweetie, eating out, fingering

-> length: medium, 1.1k words

-> a/n: I just feel like he would absolutely do this, okay

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It starts out innocently enough - the first few times you hook up with Leon are a blur of insatiable appetites and rushed hands. It’s easy to just whine a please don’t stop and keep his fingers inside of you when he starts to move them away in favor of his mouth, or to give in to your building orgasm before he has a chance to eat you out first.

You aren’t worried that it would be bad, of course. On the contrary, from the way Leon did everything else you’re absolutely certain it would be fucking incredible. But you’ve always had this frustrating aversion to letting anyone put their mouth on you: your traitorous intrusive thoughts would come roaring inside your head, blocking you from really being able to enjoy it. What if I smell? What if I’m too hairy and it turns him off? What if I take too long-

You know you shouldn’t feel this way, that anyone worth being intimate with wouldn’t care about things like that. But up until now, no one you’ve ever hooked up with really seemed to notice or care.

Until Leon, that is - until right this very second, in his bedroom after you’ve split a bottle of wine watching a movie. Your mouth is already kiss-bruised, he’s practically clawed your clothes off save for your underwear, and he slowly trails a line of kisses down your chest, down your stomach, to the top of your soaking wet panties that he’s now gently pulling down-

A jolt of nervousness runs up your spine, and you gently grab his hair, tugging a bit upwards. He looks up at you, his mouth inches from your now-exposed folds.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is deep, gravelly, sick with want. You don’t really know how to respond, feeling self-conscious about feeling self-conscious in the first place.

“Uh, I…” You swallow. “You can just use your hands…”

It takes a second for Leon to understand what you’re saying. His head still hasn’t moved from where it’s hovering. “You really don’t want me to eat you out, do you?” It’s not accusatory. “Did I do something?”

“N-no, it’s just that…” I’m worried I smell bad was the rest of the sentence, but it dies in your mouth.

“Is it because you’re nervous, or something else?” It’s almost frustrating how kind he’s being about this - it would be easier if he just shrugged and got himself off like everyone else did. But Leon has never been like everyone else. You haven’t even known him for that long but you can tell he’s kind, attentive, and wants to make you feel good. The thought even makes you bold enough to answer truthfully.

“Nervous.” Your voice is small. You’ve never been this vulnerable before, and it makes more words come out without thinking. “It’s fine, you really don’t have to-”

Leon’s eyes finally leave yours and look back down. He gently runs the tips of two fingers up your wetness and circles around your core slowly, making you moan and arch involuntary. “I really, really want to.” He circles a bit faster. “Only if you’re hesitating just because you’re nervous,” he amends. Always so aware of your needs - it’s why you keep coming back to Leon.

You hesitate, but against your better judgement say okay before you change your mind. The way there’s a bit of a growl in his voice drives you wild, and you suddenly find yourself curious of what he’s capable of. The moment you affirm him he sighs with need, and then his tongue is inside of you. You gasp at the feeling of him tasting you with greedy, languid strokes, all the while still working your clit with growing speed. His free hand is gripping your thigh, digging into it with just enough force to make you moan.

Leon lifts his head for a moment, his pupils blown, eyes sparkling. His gorgeous pink pout is gleaming with your slick. “How are you doing, love?” His fingers finally move from where they’d been to dip inside of you, mingling in the spit and wetness dripping onto the sheets.

“G-good,” you gasp as he does something with his fingers that makes your toes curl. “Are you doing okay?” You were doing great, incredible even - the absence of Leon’s mouth leaves you aching for it to return. But that small, anxious part of you still makes you pry, wondering if he’s just doing this because he’s nice, because he feels like he owes you something after all the head you’ve given him.

The question seems to darken Leon’s expression; he swiftly withdraws his fingers, seemingly understanding the unspoken questions you’re really asking him. He descends on you again, this time a little more roughly, licking up and down your folds before shoving his tongue deep, deep inside of you. You hear him swallow everything he’s got in his mouth, and he moans a little bit as he does.

“You taste so fucking good for me, baby,” he groans, then plunges three fingers in to you while he works your clit with his tongue. You spasm around him. “You feel so goddamn perfect,” he slurs while his mouth is still around you. It jolts something in your stomach - you feel yourself building up to an orgasm, and the very thought of climaxing into his mouth makes you get even closer.

“You’re doing so well,” he croons, using the tip of his tongue to glide over all your sensitive areas. For a moment he looks up, his face practically feral and glistening with your juices. “I’m having the time of my life, baby.” His words make you spasm again, and his eyelids flutter. In a second he’s back on you - he knows your body well enough at this point that he can tell you’re close.

You can’t help yourself: the orgasm is so, so close that it makes you fist a hand in his hair as you arch upwards into him, begging Leon not to stop. He moans, his grip on your body tightening to the point you know you’ll bruise. “That’s right, I want to taste you. I know you can cum for me.” Leon’s gruff whine, in tandem with his fingers and that tongue, send you over the edge.

A tremendous throbbing wracks your body, concentrated where Leon’s tongue is still sliding inside of you in rhythm with your spasms. You feel him drinking everything, his lips closing around your hole so that nothing escapes. Finally your movements cease, and he slowly moves his head away, looking up at what an absolute wreck you are.

“Sounds like you had a good time,” he smiles. A drop of you runs down his chin.

“I think we can get another one out of you.”

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re2 leon is such a shameless pussy addict >< !!

god you were so scared at first, your apprehension only seemed to drive him even more mad. when he proposed the idea of you riding his face, you looked at him, shocked. perplexed. you shook your head in protest, not wanting to potentially suffocate him under you. part of him was hoping you’d say that.

here you were now, completely coming undone atop his face as your hips developed a mind of their own. his nose would occasionally bump your puffy clit as you ground down on his face like your life depended on it. he sucked harshly at your adorable little cunt, watching your knuckles turn white as they gripped the sheets pathetically. he stifled a laugh from beneath you. you tried to run away but he just pulled you right back down onto his mouth :(( lapping at your creamy pussy until you saw white. he groped the flesh of your ass as he pressed you down harder onto his face, almost as a warning to not move again unless he said so. he’s so mean fuu~..

“sit still, baby.. don’t go running from me.” he cooed up at you, kissing over your sopping wet folds as he impaled you on his tongue relentlessly. there was no telling as to why he loved your cunt so much, it was like he could lap at it for hours once he had the chance to. his own hips rutted into the air, desperate for release, precum beginning to dribble out of his flushed cock, staining the front of his boxers. fuck was it a bonus if you were smaller than him, nimble fingers finding his hair as you gripped onto it, being held down, unable to move as he hungrily devoured your needy little cunt. his good girl knows that she isn’t done till he’s satisfied, doesn’t she?

“my pretty girl, one more f’me, can’t you? please?” he repeats once more, you two will be here for while. ૮₍ ៸៸ ᵜ ก ₎აㅤ

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Y/N, trying to hype up Leon’s low self esteem : I’m serious! You look good, anybody would be lucky to have you, an—and you’re such a good person, like—

Leon, stares blankly at them : So date me.

Y/N, stunned :

Y/N : What?

Leon : So date me.

Y/N, slowly backing up : I mean. …..I’m not…..

Leon, suddenly beeline towards them : You said I’m a good person, so date me.

Y/N, suddenly the room feels hot : yeah but—

Leon, kabedon them to the wall : You said anybody would be lucky to have me, so be lucky.

Leon, tips their chin up to his hot stare : Date me.

[I just got this off from Pinterest 😅 idk who’s the og artist pls tell me if u do thx]

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HI sooo I was wondering if you could write Soft Gwinam x reader from all of us are dead like in the apocalypse and like how it would go with those two like what would they do when he turns into like half zombie thing stuff like that (I don’t know if you do Soft Gwinam so sorry if you don’t😭😭😭)

Sorry I’ve left Tumblr for a bit but here it is

Warnings: Kinda depressing, talking about kys

He’d protect you at all costs

I feel like he would ask you if you want to become a halfbie like him. If you do, he would bite you the less painful he can. If you refuse, he’d still respect your decision.

He kills every zombies in a room and throw them out before hiding you there because he knows you would be too scared to stay near them even if they’re dead

He’s the one to go find food for you to eat

One day, when he was cuddling you to sleep, he confessed on how if something ever happened to him he wanted you to take his knife and look for Cheong-San and everyone else. Because even if he does everything to keep you happy and safe, what if something happens?

If you know your constellations/stars ect, I imagine you teaching them to him at night when the sky is clear. It makes the world stop for a while and you guys forget that flesh eating monsters are hunting you down.

He tries his best to make you forget about the apocalypse I could say. He goes to find food for you to eat, take a shower if it’s available and keep a conversation.

He teaches you how to survive

“I would still love you if you decide to go with them you know?…” he said one day, referring to the other survivors. He gets insecure about himself on if he can really protect you and that you must find him annoying or smtg but you always comfort him.

But after all this time in an apocalypse that didn’t seem to be ending, you were getting tired. Seeing your old friends now laying chasing you around to make you become one of them or laying dead on the ground was becoming too much for you to handle and your mental health had deteriorated. You haven’t had a proper meal in weeks and despite your efforts to keep it up…giving up didn’t look so bad.

Plus, your boyfriend’s rivalry with Cheong-San was upsetting because it was all he could talk about sometimes.

Ofc when Gwi-Nam saw your state, he blamed himself and damned the whole world for letting this happen.

The same night, you had an argument with Gwi-Nam.

You tried talking to him about how he should stop blaming everything on Cheong-San and because you were becoming sick of it, but he didn’t listen and took it personal. This soon transformed about your mental state, then how dangerous it was outside, then how he wants to make you join them to make you happier.

Then you started getting angry at how he wasn’t making any sense. He hated Cheong-San but wanted you with him and his friends??

“As long as you’re safe, I’m surviving and if I have to leave, I will” is the last thing he said.

The next day, you thought he was taking you out to take a shower like he usually does but instead, he took you somewhere else.

And there, there was your friends. Still alive.

You ran toward them, happy to see them and when you turned around, Gwi-Nam wasn’t there anymore.

Time went by and you missed your boyfriend, wondering how he was doing and where he was. The only updates you got were from Cheong-San.

Until there wasn’t any updates anymore. Cheong-San and Gwi-Nam were dead. From an explosion.

#all of us are dead fanfiction #all of us are dead fic #all of us are dead #yoon gwinam #gwi nam fluff #gwinam #yoon gwi nam #gwi nam x reader

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ARTWORK

ft. leon x artist!reader

synopsis. you're an artist, and leon's your muse.

content. 1.5k words. fluff, smut. nude painting, leon's pov, needy leon, praise kink, masturbation, handjob.

note. this was j supposed to be fluff but i got ahead of myself.

masterlist. i love your guy's feedback :3

“Paint me like one of your French girls.”

You laugh at Leon’s statement. He’s perched on the small, green couch in your home art studio, wearing nothing but his pink, fluffy robe as you prepare your oil paints.

“You’re my first French girl, Leon.”

–-

You had suggested painting him nude while you were both in bed, lazing around. You’re in each other’s hold, Leon’s arms around your waist and face on your chest when he asks about any new projects you had in mind.

He loves hearing about what art piece you were doing or planned to do. It was how you expressed yourself, whether there was a deeper meaning or none at all. He found it beautiful. Every work you do it had a bit of your personality in it. He could tell your work from thousands by the intricate details they carry.

When you told Leon you wanted to paint him, he wasn’t too surprised. You mentioned he was your favourite thing to draw or think of when you had art block. The admission had left him sputtering, his face red as he tried to get his words out.

On the third date, you showed him your sketchbook, pages littered with drawings and portraits of him. Some were quick sketches, while other’s looked like you took time to get every detail of him.

You’re always on my mind, Leon. You had confessed. Was it a little creepy? At that moment, flipping through the drawings of him, the attention to detail they held, he’d say it was romantic.

People have always said he was pretty as a picture, yet you’re the only one that makes his heart beat faster and his tummy fill with butterflies when you say he’s the type of gorgeous you’d find in a painting.

“A nude painting,” you specify. It was as if you told Leon he was the object of your affection for the first time again. His head buries into your chest, trying to hide his flushed face. You smile at his sudden bashfulness.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, baby.” You run your fingers through his soft hair. “I want to try something new, but it’s okay. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“‘S fine, angel. But can’t you use a picture?”

“Where’s the fun in that, pretty boy.”

He groans, muffled by your shirt, and you giggle.

He loves to please you — in more ways than one — and nothing compares to the smile that graces your face, so he agrees. It’s not like Leon’s uncomfortable with you looking at him bare and vulnerable. There were other problems he was worried would interrupt your craftwork.

–-

Leon leans back into the couch, doing just as you instructed. His bare back hits the soft cushioning, and it’s surprisingly comfortable.

His robe is off, on the floor next to your easel. He rests his chin on his hand, supported on the arm of the couch.

He’s nervous. You said it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, but this almost feels more intimate than being intertwined with you in bed.

Maybe it’s the gaze you hold when you’re analysing him, grasping the compositions and layering basic shapes onto the canvas.

He can’t help but think of when you told him he’s your favourite canvas to mark up. Sucking the reddish marks into his skin which turn the prettiest shade of purple, as you like to put it. Or when you said the colour on his cheek was your favourite shade of pink.

You always did like to rile him up, muttering the filthiest things to him in the most mundane setting, just like right now.

“Spread your legs wider, Leon.” You mumble in a casual tone as if you don’t know the implications of your own words. You’re so engrossed with getting your work right you probably don’t.

It’s so fucking sexy seeing you in your element. Your brows pinched together, and your face serious with concentration.

He obediently listens to you, parting his legs wide, and the problem he wishes wouldn’t happen is currently hardening between his thighs. You don’t notice, mixing paints to ensure it's the correct shade.

You’re probably 30 minutes into painting, and he’s already hard. You said you’d take a while to finish, and he could tap out whenever he wants to, but he doesn’t want to disappoint.

Finally, you’re looking up from the canvas and towards Leon. Your brows quirked up in surprise when trying to examine his features, studying the curve of his nose and the sharpness of his jawline to imitate on the canvas. His face is pink, the shade you know and adore so much.

Your eyes trail down his body, his dick fully erect, slapping against his stomach. Your gaze is on his face again with a smirk on your lips.

He knows, you know, he’s rock-hard simply from the glances you take at him and the words you mutter. His lashes flutter, and he moves his hand to cover his face while the other is shamefully obscuring his cock.

“Be a good boy, and don’t move, Leon. I want to make sure everything looks good.” You say, and he thinks you aren’t going to acknowledge his 7-inch problem.

“Oh, and make sure your pretty dick is hard for me, okay, baby?” You go back to your painting, trying to hide your smug expression.

His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows his nerves, but he relents, going into position, not before giving his cock a firm squeeze.

“Don’t cum too, okay? I want to be the one making you cry.”

A few hours pass, and Leon is on the verge of tears. He listened to what you said, only providing himself with enough stimulation to keep his cock hard but not enough to tip him over the edge into bliss.

Precum leaks from the head down to the shaft. His dick is red and spent. He wants nothing more than for you to stop painting and make him cum.

“I’m almost done. You’ve been such a good boy for me, baby.”

Your words are almost enough to make him spill his cum over the expensive fabric of your eccentric couch.

You’re adding the finishing touches to the painting with each stroke, making sure you get the placement of each mole or freckle correct and each vein of his cock following to the tip right.

You swear he belongs in a museum. No art can replicate how beautiful he truly is.

“I’m done.” You sigh, moving to get up to rid your skin of paint.

After rinsing yourself off the paint, you make your way to Leon. You get comfortable in a seat on the couch right next to him. He’s breathing heavily in anticipation, looking up at you through his long lashes. Pretty, pink lips parted as pretty gasps left him.

You cup his face, pressing your lips to his. The kiss is soft as you move your lips slowly in unison. He breathes out your name when you pull away. One of your hands moves to his throat, softly squeezing. Leon whimpers, his hands moving to hold your waist.

“Good job, baby. You didn’t cum once. I know it hurts, but I'm going to make you feel better,” you whisper, softly kissing his flushed forehead.

Your hand moves to his pulsing cock, and gives it a soft squeeze, relishing the whine Leon lets out. Your touch sends goosebumps along his skin, and he plants his head into the crook of your neck.

His hips eagerly buck into your hold. He’s practically sobbing into your neck, his soft hair tickling the underside of your jaw. You rest your chin on top of his head, smelling the fragrance of his shampoo.

You thumb the slit on the tip of his cock, using his precum as a lubricant to start moving your hand back and forth on his shaft.

You start at a slow pace. You don’t want Leon cumming quickly, wanting to enjoy every cry and whimper.

The soft shlick noise of you jerking Leon’s cock fills the room with his desperate cries. He pulls back away from the crook of your neck, tears flowing down his blushing face.

“Please, please, please, g– go faster, angel. I’ve been such a good boy for you. Let me cum, please.” He pleads, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. His hips rutted frantically into your palm. How could you deny your boy?

“Okay, pretty baby. Cum for me.” You say softly, picking up the pace of jerking him off.

He whimpers loudly, thighs quivering lightly as his orgasm crashes and hot spurts of his cum spill onto your hand. He’s panting, dazed with lust and staring at you with what seems like hearts in his eyes.

“T- thank you, thank you, s’much.” Leon gasps like a broken record, and you think he’s fucked himself dumb with your hand.

You peck his lips, effectively shutting him up.

“Let’s get you cleaned up so I can show you my favourite artwork yet.”

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how he eats it

re2, re4 leon x fem reader

minors + ageless dni

re4 leon

leon can be impatient. especially when he’s been gone for weeks on a mission and you’re the only thing he could think about.

so that’s why the second he steps through the door he’s pulling you by the back of the head into a bruising kiss without a single greeting. no hello, nothing, just leon kissing you hard as he pins you against the wall of the hallway, broad body caging yours. if he wasn’t so desperate, he might’ve taken his time with you. whispered in your ear about how much he missed you, how he’d touch himself thinking about the way you taste, how he’d cum with your name on his lips every single night. but there’s no time for that. not when he finally has the real you right in front of him, after weeks of just his hand and memory to get himself off.

he makes quick work of your clothes and sinks onto his knees before you, hiking a thigh onto his shoulder. “missed you,” he mumbles. even through his desperation he’s still so tender, littering the inside of your leg with kisses, higher and higher until he presses an open-mouthed one right on your clit. you feel rather than hear the moan leon lets out when he finally tastes you, his eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head as he dips his tongue inside you and drinks up all the slick you’re drooling just for him.

“god, i missed you,” he slurs. “missed this so fucking much.”

all you can do is whine, a broken sob catching in your chest as he doesn’t stop, flicking his tongue on your clit over and over and over. if it weren’t for the near-bruising grip on your hips you might’ve collapsed but leon’s got you. keeps you steady as his lips wrap around your throbbing clit and he sucks, orgasm crashing over you in waves and he eases you through it, drinking all that you have to offer.

re2 leon

poor rookie leon cums hard whenever you sit on his face. gets too turned on for his own good; it’s apparent in the way his cock is already half-hard and all you’ve done is hover over his face. he paws at your hips, a bit impatiently, trying coax you down onto his awaiting mouth.

“please, baby,” he hopes the strain in his voice isn’t too obvious. “let me—let me taste you.”

it feels like his head spins the moment you rest your weight on his face and leon is gone, laving his tongue wherever he can reach. he’s quick to grow pussydrunk, licking and sucking at you so sloppy because he just wants to fucking drown in you, needs your slick down his throat more than he needs air to breathe. he can’t stop the whine he lets out when your hips begin to roll against his face, the throb in his cock growing so unbearable that he reaches down to palm himself and match the pace of his hand to his tongue.

use him. that’s all he wants, for you to fuck his face like he’s nothing, grind your clit on his tongue til you cum and leon will too, spurting thick white ropes onto his tummy because he likes being a mess just for you. <3

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pussydrunk

or when you make leon kennedy pussydrunk

cw fem!reader, pussywhipped leon, dumbification, implied cum eating + oral, thigh riding, slight breeding. minors do not interact

re2 leon

leon swears you’re going to the death of him.

at least that’s how it feels when you straddle him and shallowly fuck his tip, and only his tip, slipping him in and out over and over and over. leon swears he’s going to cum from just this. he can’t take it. not when you’re so wet and hot and tight around his sensitive head that he cries, squirming and thrashing when you squeeze around him. “don’t… don’t do that! stop… you’re g-gonna make me cum-“

another roll of your hips has his entire body going taut—abs tensed, back arched, gripping handfuls of the sheets, anything to stave off the oncoming orgasm he feels burning in his tummy. it’s tempting to thrust his hips; he knows he’d slip in easily, you’re so slicked that it would only take one thrust to have him completely buried inside your perfect cunt. but he knows if he did you’d punish him—leave him like this, hard and aching and untouched. he doesn’t want to risk that.

“c-c’mon…” he tries to sound assertive but it comes out as whiny instead. “wanna be inside you, baby… n-need more of this pussy.”

“tell me it’s mine first. tell me this cock is all mine,” you say.

leon’s brows knit together in genuine confusion. what? of course you know he belongs to you, that he’s obsessed with you—pussywhipped. that’s what he is. that’s what you’ve made him to be, so fucking whipped for you that he can’t even cum on his own anymore; he needs to be inside you, buried balls deep with your pussy milking him for all he’s worth. it’s such an easy answer he should be able to say it without even thinking.

but his words choke in his throat when you take more of him, half of his cock now, actually leaving him speechless. it feels like his mind is mush, your cunt squeezing his tip so tight it’s rendered him fucking dumb. he's sure he looks stupid right now too, mouth opening and closing silently while you languidly bounce on half of him, unable to look away from the pretty shine that your cunt drools on his cock. his adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly and tries to form a coherent thought. “i-”

dissatisfied with his lack of answer, you slip him out completely and that’s even worse. he lets out a pained whine at the loss, weakly bucking his hips in search of your heat, but you lean back on your haunches and hover just out of reach.

fuck. the hold you have on him isn’t fair. it’s not fair how all he can do is watch as you press your cunt on his thigh, can feel how hot and aching you are too with each grind of your hips, the wet drag of you a painful reminder that he can’t have you right now, not until he answers, “whose cock is this?”

“‘s yours, all for you, no one else baby, it's your cock, i'm yours, fuck, angel i need you, need you to make me-“

leon’s jaw goes slack when you sink down and take him all at once, down to the base, tip nudging against your cervix and he cums. his eyes go crossed and hips twitch with each spurt of cum that leaks out and down his balls in a creamy mess, mumbling out a stream of thank yous as you fuck the cum out of him.

he's dazed. so fucked-out that he barely notices that you've slipped him out and shifted up his body until your pussy nudges against his chin. eyes blearily blink open and leon feels himself throbbing again at the sight of your pussy hovering inches above his mouth, glossed with his milky cum. and when you say, "clean up your mess, baby," leon is all too eager to oblige.

re4 leon

you’ve ruined leon kennedy.

because every time he pushes inside you, leon swears his mind goes completely blank. no one will ever feel as good as you do, will ever make him feel this way: drunk, dizzy, mind too syrupy to process anything but the drag of him in and out, in and out of you. but even when he can barely think, leon still fucks you the way you like, driven by pure muscle memory; slow, deep thrusts, the ones where he leaves just the tip inside, only to sink back in one smooth motion, down to the base, til your clit grinds on his pelvis. the ones that make you cry out and wrap your legs around his hips like you’re trying to trap him in and never let him go.

and he doesn’t want you to, never wants to be anywhere other than inside you like this, so so deep that when he puts a hand on your tummy and pushes down, he swears he can feel himself beneath his own palm. the pressure only makes you clench around him so tightly leon grits his teeth and lets out a hiss, hips starting to grow sloppy in their thrusts. a tell-tale sign he’s close, that he’s gonna cum.

“leon,” you pant. “i want it.”

it takes him longer than it should to process what you’re saying. but the way your thighs tighten around him and the ball of your heel digs into his lower back gives him some idea of what you want.

“w-wait… baby,” he whines. “i can’t- you gotta let me go, sweetheart-“

he tries to tell you he’s close, that he should pull out, but you lean forward to lick the drool at the corner of his mouth and then you’re kissing him. tongue meeting his own and you’re everywhere, overwhelming him, the only thing he can feel and smell and think about right now is you. it’s uncoordinated, messy, teeth accidentally clicking together while leon sucks at your tongue with a desperation that has you groaning against him. he blindly fumbles for your hands before lacing his fingers through yours, clinging to you, so hopelessly and utterly consumed by his love and want for you it feels like he’s drowning. never once does he break away, mumbling into the kiss, “‘m gonna—please, baby, i-“

“cum for me.” you don’t pull away either, instead murmuring against his lips, “cum in me, leon, wan’ it so bad. want you so bad.”

you feel rather than hear the groan he lets out as he finally cums, burying himself balls deep and shooting thick, hot spurts into you. his thrusts slow as he shallowly fucks the load you begged for deep inside you, giving you all that he has and he always will because he loves you.

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