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sittin' pretty - [dante sparda]

he’s been picturing you on the back of his eyelids for so many nights now, until finally he can have you exactly the way he imagined…

ft. dante x f!reader

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content: porn no plot, oral sex (f!receiving), face sitting, male masturbation, and i think that’s all?? just needed this out of my brain into the world </3 (half arsed the proofread because im tired so please excuse any errors!!)

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“Oh c’mon. Don’t keep me waiting, darling.”

Dante’s drawl comes low and gravelly as his hands keep a white knuckle grip on your hips, fingertips pressing dints into soft skin. Your knees rest beside his ears that are flushed red at the tips and thighs bracket his head with a hand fisted into unkempt silver hair. You tug at the strands teasingly.

“Don’t rush me.” You chide playfully, sighing a laugh. “I’m not used to this.” Your words are nothing more than a whisper that trembles with your nerves, swallowing the lump in your throat and bringing your hips forward to hover above his face.

He purses his lips and turns his head to the side, caressing a hand down the outside of your thigh as he presses a couple of gentle, messy kisses to the inside of your leg. Dante’s touch is tantalisingly rough. The drag of the toughened skin on his palms raking over your body makes you want to squirm and the press of his kiss-bitten lips sends static rolling over you, compelling you to give way to desire.

“It’s okay, angel.” He murmurs softly, looking up at you with that glazed over stare and half lidded eyes, a mind so clouded by lust. He urges his chin forward as if trying to reach you but your hand in his hair keeps him pinned back against the pillow.

“It’s no different than before, yeah? You’ve just gotta sit pretty for me. Whenever you’re ready.” Dante’s tone is patient and voice velvety, never straying away from the reassurance you need so badly to hear. His hands trail around to the tops of your thighs and squeeze encouragingly, thumbs rubbing small circles that calm your racing thoughts.

It’s not as if you haven’t been this vulnerable with Dante before, stripped down and bearing all, goosebump littered skin exposed to air and lascivious touches. But it’s the first time you’ve loomed above him like this. You’re not used to looking down at the smug smirk he wears or having him pinned beneath you so effortlessly. It’s as thrilling as it is nerve wracking.

But he’d been thinking about this for weeks. It was only a matter of time until he couldn’t stand to wait anymore.

When you went to lie back into the sheets as you always do, ready for him to clamber above you and have his way, Dante couldn’t help but groan. Though it wasn’t his usual grumble of impatience, no, this one sounded far more exasperated. You were struck with confusion as he slovenly kissed his way up your neck, grazing over every erroneous spot he’d already doted on, to hover his lips by your ear and utter his confession.

“Angel?” He whispered, lying between your legs.

“Hm?” You tried to push back at his shoulder to get a good look at his face but his stance was steadfast, a familiar weight that caged you to the mattress. He nosed against your temple and breathed you in unabashedly.

“I uh, I was thinking- How about we try something else, change it up a bit?” His timbre was rough, impatient, and the way he brazenly groped you over your thin clothes gave away his desperation. As did his hard cock pressing heavy against your thigh, restricted by the cover of his leathers.

“Oh?” Came your little mumble of surprise, a gasp hidden behind a giggle. “Yeah? Is there something you were thinki-“

“Mhm. ‘Want you to sit on my face.” His words were rushed and slurred like even the idea of it was enough to cloud his mind, the image having played on the back of his eyelids countless times before. With eyes closed he was rolling his hips into yours and pushing his hands under your shirt hastily, picturing you in such a compromising way.

“Please? It'll feel good, you know? ‘Promise.”

The little moan you let out at the thought of it was exactly the reaction Dante was hoping for, the implication that you could fulfill that little fantasy, it made his cock twitch behind the fabric pulled taut. You nodded and hurried to pull him into a kiss.

Quick work was made of your clothes. Some seams were popped and torn in the flurry as he hungrily sought out the warmth of your bare skin, ducking his head to litter kisses on every exposed inch. It took your palm being gently pressed to his forehead to get him to ease up, take a little more time with you. The apology was as sheepish as his beaming smile.

He flipped the both of you over with flustering ease once the fabric was cast aside and forgotten in a pile on the floor, landing with a soft ‘puff’ on fluffed up sheets. The air was growing stuffy as warm, gasping breaths filled the room and it fuelled your anticipation cruelly. Only his grey boxers were left, having snatched you by the wrist when you tried to reach for the waistband.

“Ah- You first, baby.” He tsked with a tone that grew deeper, a sultry lining to his words. “‘Can't wait any longer, gonna make you feel so good.”

It took some getting comfortable, a fit of bubbly, giddy laughter and ‘are you sure?’ before you were able to steel your nerves enough to straddle his face, watching him buzz with excitement as his steady hands took purchase on your hips. He was sure.

“There you go.” Dante laid himself down to the sheets so willingly, unwaveringly eager and trying his best to be patient. But he didn’t even try to mask the whisper of ‘yes yes yes’ that kept echoing under his breath. He couldn’t help it. He needs this.

But now that nagging of something doubtful, something anxious, was boiling over again and you found yourself frozen above him, chest heaving with shaky breaths.

“Angel? You with me?” Dante gently prompts, again squeezing your thighs in those calloused hands. “Watcha thinking about? Hm?” His gaze was steadily trained on you, blown pupils that swallow the icy blue and make the pound of your heartbeat that much faster. He looks wild with it, his self restraint pulled thin.

You spare a sheepish smile and a small shrug of your shoulders. “Dunno, maybe I’m just feeling the pressure with you staring at me like that.” Your smile pulls wider, a creeping in of playfulness that keeps the mood light. He pretends to be scandalised, thick brows furrowed with a wrinkle in the middle and lips fallen to part. He quickly muscles down his look of offence for something far sweeter.

“Well, there’s no pressure, baby. You know that, don’t ya?” His tone and demeanour softens in an instant, hands slackening the grip on your thighs in favour of sweeping up and down soothingly. You let out an airy laugh.

“I know, I know.” You nod, humming. “It’s just what you do.” His bemused look swiftly returns as you card your hand through his hair, sweeping back the long, wispy strands and showing off his handsome face. The delicate touch makes him shudder.

“What? Am I making you nervous?” A grin begins to pull Dante’s lips up, a mix of something smug and something impish as he knowingly raises his brows at you. You grumble a shy retort but he takes your sudden quietness as confirmation, licking his lips as his bravado swells with that typical kind of self confidence he so loves to boast.

“Aw, that’s it, hm?” A low laugh rumbles from the back of his throat, broad shoulders shaking with mirth beneath you. “Oh angel, you’re so sweet. How about this? ‘This better?”

Still smiling so smugly Dante closes his eyes and tips his head back a little, each movement slow and exaggerated to guide your gaze. His tepid hands return to your hips to give a guiding yet gentle tug forward, just enough to punctuate his point, to emphasise his haste. You can’t help but giggle again, made bashful by his fervour.

Because it’s not that, it’s the tension. Like a burning up all along your skin you feel the anticipation eating away at you, making you freeze up as your body flushes hot from head to toe. Having told yourself that you’re not used to this only made you worse but the dull ache you feel is begging for relief. And as the desperation grows more fiery all it takes is a little more sultry coaxing.

“Come on darlin’. You know you want to.”

Swallowing the hitch in your throat you give his hair a subtle tug, a warning before you shuffle forward and bring your hips down, inching closer to his tipped up chin that waits for you. He listens to the rustle of your knees on the sheets, your shallow breaths that ring in his ears, and feels the subtle squeeze of your legs either side of his ears. He’s dreamt of this moment.

If he could bear to take a hand off you he would stroke himself to this, slow pumps of his fist as slow as your adjusting movements, savouring every second. The anticipation makes his skin hot, his chest tight and boxers tighter. He’s aching for it, but his painstaking patience will reward him.

He’s smiling, still, Dante is smiling as you carefully sit on his face.

The brazen groan that leaves his lips is instantaneous, hands squeezing your hips almost too tight and tugging you down to him. He wastes no time licking a messy, firm line along your cunt with the flat of his tongue, the boiling over of his impatience resulting in hurried actions. At last.

It's the perfect amount of pressure, a spark that bounces up your skin and makes an unbidden moan punch out of your throat. You double over on yourself with the force of it, hunched with fingers curling tightly into his hair.

“Oh fuck-“ You let slip a strained whine, trying to balance your weight above him with one hand pressed to the pillow to stabilise yourself. But his hands slide around to the backs of your thighs and with a mean grip pull you down ever closer, trying to wordlessly encourage you to rely your weight onto him.

“C’mon.” Dante grumbles into the crease where your leg meets your cunt. “Sit, baby. Properly.”

A small sound of confusion passes your lips before he tugs again and you are made to bear down onto your knees, buckling beneath his strong, commandeering touches. Your mind goes foggy immediately, finding it hard to think straight with all the sloppy kisses he drapes over your cunt, some left with small licks and others with a gentle suck. You give way to his insistence without another thought, not even consideration. You trust him to guide you through this.

It’s only a slight shift, an additional pressure perched on his chin, but it makes all the difference for Dante. The sound that rumbles out of his throat is obscene, what can only be described as a low growl that muffles against your body and gargles with his spit.

“There she is.”

His eyes flicker open for a split second, half lidded and lazy, just to meet your gaze before he starts languidly licking up your glistening cunt. Each stroke of his tongue is unapologetic, a smearing of drool as he grunts with each firm press that sends little shockwaves roving along your skin. Timid moans tumble from your lips, an outpouring in place of a thank you. The tension is melting away already as your body finally adjusts and you let go of what little hesitancy you had left.

Dante was right, this is not so different than usual. He’s just as sloven and hungry, squeezing at your thighs with a powerful grip and surging closer with every kiss so that the tip of his nose squishes against the bump of your cunt. But the heat that bristles up over your skin is sharper than usual, it tingles like pins and needles instead of thrumming like goosebumps. And you can’t put your finger on why.

Glancing down at him you see the wrinkle on the bridge of his ridged nose and the slight flicker of his eyelids. You swear you can still feel his adoring stare from behind them.

A careful tug at his hair has him craning his neck to bury his face further into you with spit slicked lips seeking out your clit. A couple of opened mouthed kisses with a tease of tongue has him there immediately, groaning as he closes his lips around the sensitive bud. Your hips lurch forward and something fiery flickers low in your gut, a surge of pleasure that makes your toes curl.

“Oh my- Dante-” Your voice wobbles as he gently sucks behind the seam of his lips, fuelling the fire that sparks inside you. “Yes, yesyesyes, oh god-“

Another tug has him gasping down a shaky breath before sucking harder and flicking over your clit with the tip of his tongue. His head is swimming, chest burning with the ache of yearning that makes the back of his throat feel dry, choked, but it’s bliss. Dante struggles not to squirm, bucking his hips into the air as if trying to find friction but the lack thereof makes a sharp shiver roll over him.

Your eyes never leave him, drinking in the sight as the ripples of pleasure fall stronger. His eyes rest closed and the skin crinkles at the corners, showing off those crows feet you know oh so well, like he’s grinning still. And so are you.

Your ragged breathing gets gradually quicker and you’re rolling your hips without even realising, unknowingly grinding down against his mouth. Shifting the angle of your hips he sinks lower to lave his tongue all over you, spreading you open and prodding at your dripping hole. But it’s a more than welcome intrusion.

Dante looks so sullied this way, with a sheen of your arousal on the tip of his nose and eyes shut so tight his features scrunch endearingly.

That’s it. That’s the difference that makes the fire burn in its new, twisted way. Beneath you like this the bravado he typically maintains is completely melted away, ravaged by the unabating fervour that commands his every move. The groans he lets out are more carnal as they reverb against your skin and each one somehow seems more… sincere.

You’re ruining him without even meaning to.

More of your own lewd outcries fill the room as something tense begins twisting taut in your gut, the familiar build of your climax. The sensation spurs on the eager drag of your hips but as the fire builds your movements begin to stutter, struggling to keep up the smooth glide. An ache is beginning to settle itself down like a weight on your legs and it sets in fast, unfairly so.

It takes Dante a moment to notice as he’s too absorbed in the sloppy circles he draws with his tongue, each one punctuated with a wet slurping noise. The noise makes a shudder shoot down your spine and you still your movements as a bubbling up of embarrassment steals your breath, making a lump hitch in your throat that echoes with a timid gasp.

He grunts lowly when he feels you at a sudden standstill and both of his rough hands squeeze your thighs twice in quick succession. There’s a slight pause and his mouth stills too, reluctantly so, bringing his chin down to create the tiniest gap between your bodies. But his breath is still hot against you, lapping over your cunt with the steady rhythm of his panting.

“Darling? You okay?” Dante asks in a whisper with his voice falling stronger thanks to the rasp in his tone. His eyes flutter open just a slither, barely enough to gaze up at you but still you shiver at the sight, heart hammering at an impossible pace. You nod hastily with a small, bashful smile.

“Yeah? Want me to keep goin’?” He gulps.

You know what he truly means to say is ‘please, let me keep going,’ and the way his hands caress up your hips to your waist makes it apparent. He’s insatiable, always desperate to feel every inch of your soft skin, to memorise every beauty mark and curve. He’s a man of limited restraint but for you he can bite back the cravings that take up his thoughts. But only if he has to.

“Mhm.” You murmur, untangling your hand from his silky, silver hair and resting both on the headboard to support yourself. “Just got tired.”

That earns a laugh out of him, an airy, chesty sound that’s no louder than his doting whispers but you feel the rumble of his mirth beneath you once more. He kisses the inside of your thigh tenderly and you can feel the grin that’s pulling his lips thin.

“Oh, angel.” Dante tsks, all faux disappointment and typical playfulness. “Already? Maybe we should switch things up more often then, get you used to it.” His words are still mumbled, still dangerously close to your spit-sullied cunt. His eyes fall heavily closed again and he presses a chaste kiss to your clit, making your whole body jolt and a gasp rip out of your chest.

“That’s okay.” Another kiss and his sultry words interrupted by your high whine. “I’ll do the work this time.”

Eager hands rove over your skin with undeterred hunger, that buzzing warmth his touch always carries from a body that runs so hot. He shows no patience with how he returns to brazenly licking your cunt and groans at the heady taste that washes over his tongue. There’s little to no rhythm or pattern, just a mad rush of unbridled hunger.

“Mmph!” You hurry to smack a hand down over your mouth and muffle your sweet moans as that nerve-numbing sensation of pleasure kickstarts all over again. Your toes curl and your back arches involuntarily, your body at the mercy of that molten fire that stokes low in your gut. And Dante too, of course.

With short nails raking over your skin he takes handfuls of your ass, using the leverage to hastily rock you against this face. It’s all a bit lax, uneven movements and the bucking of your hips, but his unapologetic groping has control over your body and with every drag your clit grazes over the tip of his nose. You shiver at the brisk contact.

Quickly abandoning your attempt to mask your pretty cries a roaring moan of his name punches out of your chest, eliciting a pleased grunt from him. He purposely urges his face closer to be flush against your cunt, leaving him panting down a gulp of air between each bold lick that teases your entrance.

It’s just the right amount of tension to cause your achy thighs to tremble and that coiling knot to twist tighter, forming a deep pit in your stomach. You try to roll your hips in sync with his manhandling but it’s too much to keep up with and you find yourself squirming above him. Just the way he likes it.

“Dante-“ You utter in a ragged whimper. “You’re so- ah! So good-“

The praise has him thrusting his hips into the air and groaning all the more, a breathless, throaty noise that’s near enough to a snarl. It only makes him greedier. His tongue shallowly plunges into your spit smeared hole and you cry out for more, involuntarily clenching when he closes his lips around you and grossly slurps.

“Dante please!”

He lets slip a carnal moan that thunders against you and you’re too caught up in the nerve numbing sensation to notice when one of his hands leaves your skin, burning up too much to realise the lack of his warmth. His own touch skips down his torso, an urgent brush of contact that hurries beneath the belt line, the pad of his thumb bristling over his scruffy happy trail. It was only a matter of time until the ache of neglect became too much for him.

Tucking his hand under the elastic waistband of his boxers Dante wraps deft fingers around his cock, caring not the mess of sticky pre-cum he’s unsurprised to find. With a swipe of his thumb over his ruddy tip he gathers the smear of it, slicking it down his shaft and beginning to slowly pump his fist.

The attentions of his mouth never slow or falter, practised and precise ministrations that have you hurtling towards your climax. A sweeping stroke of his tongue spreads you open for him and his nose again nudges your clit before your hips roll back and his lips return to the sensitive bud. He wastes no time closing his lips around it and flicking little licks that make you choke up on your own whines.

“Fuck!” Your thighs squeeze tighter around his head as you begin to lose command over your legs, that numbing feeling growing stronger as all of your focus is stolen by the twisting coil in your gut. You’re wound so tight that it’s near painful, a deep seated desperation that has you using up the last of your energy to grind down on Dante’s face, but you’re right at the edge, body thrumming with the build up.

“Please,” You stifle. “I need- I’m so-“

Dante grunts a terse ‘mhm’ between each ripple of his tongue on your poor, puffy clit, and nods his head a fraction to add that extra friction that has you tensing up your whole lower body as if bracing yourself. You try to take steady breaths to pace the frantic beating of your heart but it’s so echoing so loud in your ears that you can no longer hear his groans and you know you’re soon to crash, waiting painstakingly for the wave to hit.

His one hand keeps busy kneading the plush of your ass while with the other he rashly pumps his trembling fist around his cock to draw himself towards his own orgasm. There was no buildup, very few adjusting strokes before he began swiftly jerking himself off to every sweet noise you made and the taste of you blinding out his senses. It was desperate, merciless, just the way he wants it.

Every breath you take is punctuated by a high moan and that fiery knot is pulled so tight you can actually feel the burn. But a few more languid licks work to assuage the fire as the cord finally, finally snaps.

A scream of his name tears out of your throat that’s gone sore from your breathlessness and your whole body locks up momentarily, head thrown back and legs jolting to clamp down on his ears. It’s a flooding of bliss that makes you see stars behind your eyelids, a bristling of tantalising warmth that surges from head to toe, there’s no feeling quite like it. It’s earth shattering.

The spill of your orgasm onto Dante’s tongue has him roaring a moan flush to your skin, hungrily licking you clean with brazen fervour. His eyelids flutter and his nose scrunches, head lurching up from the sheets and shoulders following the sudden movement, but with your own eyes closed you don’t see his undoing.

There’s a flash of white behind his eyelids like a stream of blessed light piercing through cloud cover and his heart skips a beat, suspended in the blinding sensation for a long moment. With another carnal groan he finishes all over his hand, a shameful spurt that sullies his underwear and leaves the fabric dark with the mess. But it’s heaven, enveloped in everything you can give to him, the warmth, the weight, the taste. It’s all you.

It takes a couple of quick passing minutes for you to each come back down to earth, blinking away the haze that muddled your thoughts. You steal a glance down at Dante and find his eyes still closed but his features have finally relaxed, smoothing out the furrow in his brow. Even the sight of him is enough to make that timid bashfulness creep up on you and you hurriedly move away from him, shuffling down his body to straddle his stomach instead, your hands coming to rest on his toned chest.

The shift of your weight brings him back to his senses, eyes shooting open as he sits up and holds himself up on one elbow, the other hand still tucked beneath his briefs. He swallows the hitch in his throat and smiles lazily at you, lips wet with an obscene sheen that’s dribbled down underneath his chin in streaks. The sight makes your face feel impossibly hot.

“Dante,” You utter through a hushed giggle, the sound of disbelief. “Oh my goodness, you’re a mess.” One hand comes up to cup his clenched jaw and he gladly leans into the well of your palm, his own, heartier laugh filling the stuffy air.

“Yeah? Does it suit me?” His retort is just as smug and smooth as usual despite the way his pupils still seem to tremble as he drinks in the sight of you. But you can’t be mad at the dopey smile on his face that pushes his eyes to squint. Another, louder laugh bubbles up from your dry throat and you smack him on the shoulder lightheartedly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He simpers charmingly.

Having had a moment to stop and breathe the fatigue starts to set it heavy on your limbs, making you hang your head and let out an exasperated sigh. You hear Dante hum as his hand comes back to reach for you and squeezes your waist gently, a silent coaxing to bring you back to him.

“You okay, angel? Did that feel good?” His voice has softened back down to his usual, velvety whisper, and he begins to sweep soothing caresses up and down your back. You nod hurriedly and melt down further into tiredness thanks to the delicate touches, such a stark contrast to the moments prior.

“God, yes. So good, Dante. ‘Felt so good.” Is all you can manage to utter while making some coherent sense, beaming a giddy smile for him.

“Told you it would, baby. ‘Did for me too.” He gives you both another minute to catch your breath before he begins shifting his weight again, sitting up taller as if with intention to stand. “How about we get cleaned up then, yeah?”

Your brows pinch in the middle like his so often do, that look of bemusement that makes your mind stall for a moment, trying to catch up.

“But… What about you?” You ask quietly, going shy as if you shouldn’t be asking the question at all. You glance over your shoulder and Dante makes a small sound of protest, hissing through his teeth and going quiet, uncharacteristically so.

You take in the sight of the dark patch on his light grey boxers, the way they’re half pulled down to indecently expose his cockhead and his hand resting on his v-line with the sheen of his spend over the back is his knuckles. You gulp and stare for longer than you’re meant to, only turning back to him when he chuckles, low and curt.

“Told you it felt good for me too, angel.”

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my only & fav dilf

DEATH ISLAND: LEON KENNEDY

Since I haven't seen any GIFs of this scene, I decided to make them myself. ( LEON DILFFF ♡ .ᐟ.ᐟ )

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Leon Kennedy NSFW Alphabet

Dynamics: RE4! Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Spicy Alphabet

Warnings: Adult themes, obviously smut

A/N: Hey Leon simps...hope ya'll enjoy! Also if anyone wants to request any other characters for an alphabet, let me know!

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

-Leon is very good at aftercare. He always makes sure that you are comfy and well cared for. He'll run you both a warm shower and he honestly just likes to take his time, washing your body and making sure you are well cared for and clean. His favorite part is when he finally gets to lay back in bed with you and relax as you drift off to sleep.

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

-Leon loves your whole body honestly. If he had to pick one thing he'd probably say your hands. He likes to hold them and kiss them and its just something that's so grounding to him when he's fucking you and he intertwines his fingers with yours.

-On himself I think he'd be particularly proud of arms. He knows he's got some muscle on them and it just makes him feel strong.

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

-Leon would probably prefer something simple like your stomach if not inside a condom. If he has to pull out, he doesn't like making too big of a mess so your stomach will do.

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

-He's always wanted to wake you up with a little surprise. Whether that be waking you up with head, fingering you, or fucking you awake. Its just something about how pretty you look when you're sleeping next to him and you have your ass pressed against his dick...

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

-Since this is taking place around RE!4 he doesn't have a lot of experience. Of course he's not nearly as clueless as he was in RE!2 but he's too busy to have that much experience under his belt. Luckily he's a quick learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

-He likes it simple. Missionary or maybe Doggy-style. Missionary is just perfect, he can gauge all your reactions and see how you feel when he looks at your face and its just perfect. Doggy-style is nice when he presses his chest against your back and he gets to be as close to you as possible. His arms would be wrapped around your waist as he rolls his hips into yours.

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

-Not too goofy but he may crack a few horrible jokes here or there. He wants to keep the mood light and not too serious.

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

-Not too messy, not completely bare. Given his line of work and very limited amount of time he has at home, I think he tries his best to stay as well groomed as possible but he leaves a little bit and has a nice happy trail.

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

-In the moment he an get very sucked up into all the emotions and the feelings that happen during sex. His life is hard and he rarely ever gets to take the time to unwind so sometimes it can be emotional for him and he just wants to show you how appreciative he is.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

-Oh absolutely. When he's off on the other side of the world, away from you he's got to have some way to relieve stress. Its not that frequent but he does it often enough late at night when he's thinking of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

-Definitely has a praise kink. He wants to hear how good he is doing for you, how good he is making you feel, and if you happen to tell him how strong he is or how handsome he looks then he might just cum right then and there...

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

-Usually at home in bed, but there have been a few instances where he has enjoyed some shower sex. You two just wanted to spend some time together after he got home from a mission and he couldn't help himself when he saw soap running down your skin and your pretty body standing there in front of him.

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

-Just you in general. He loves everything about you and god does he think you're hot. You barely even have to do anything to get him hard. You could probably give him a few good kisses and he'd start to get heated.l

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

-No guns, no knives, and I don't think he'd be huge into choking. Anything that could hurt you is a definite no for him. I also don't think he'd into the whole "daddy" thing..it kinda just weirds him out-

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

-He prefers giving. Its one of his ways he likes to show you how much he loves and appreciates you. Just having you lay back and spread your legs is one of his favorite things.

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

-Steady. Not too fast, not too slow. He likes to get the job done but not rush it too much. Of course if you want it rougher/faster he'd be happy to oblige and there are moments when he's feeling more emotional or soft so he'll be a bit softer and slow then.

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

-He doesn't mind them. Sometimes he'll get a call for work and he'll have to leave soon but he wants to fuck you on last time before he goes. I feel like it'd be a common thing between you too.

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

-He's neutral on taking risks. He's pretty much down for anything you'd like to try, so long as its within reason. But if you want to experiment then he's more than happy to give it a try with you.

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

-Leon has good stamina but the poor boy is tried most of the time. I think he'd be able to give you a good few long rounds before passing out lmao-

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

-He doesn't own any toys himself but if you had some and wanted to use them he'd be happy to. I think he'd be more eager to use them on you but if you convince him you'd probably be able to use a vibrator on him or maybe a cock ring-

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-Doesn't tease at all. He's very giving and generous while having sex and he loves to make you feel good.

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

-Not too loud but not quiet. I'd say he's somewhere in the middle. He'll let out a few good groans and maybe some moans if you get him feeling really good.

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

-He loves it when you wear his clothes. Whether that be an oversized shirt or his jacket, its just something about seeing you in his clothes that gets him going.

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

-Definitely a grower. Leon when he's soft is a good 6.5 inches and when he's hard, he gets to a whole 7.5 inches. When hard his dick tilts slightly to the left but has one of two prominent veins running up his shaft.

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

-Pretty high honestly. He's always pent up from his job and stressed so one of the best ways he can relieve himself it by fucking you. Plus he just loves you and can't seem to get enough of you so his sex drive is decently high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

-He tries to stay up long enough for you to fall asleep first but sometimes he's just so worn out that he either falls asleep with you or a little before you.

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SFW Alphabet (A-Z)

Shieda Kayn (Heartsteel) x GN!Reader

CW: Fluffy! Kayn is a monstrosity (affectionate), cuddles, lots of kisses and teasing, anxiety, RHAAAAAAAAST, pet names ("sexy," "handsome;" he calls you "beautiful," "my angel," "sweet thing"), Kayn is handsy and gets frequent attitudes lol

WC: <2k

A/N: My husband!!! That is all

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Activities – What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?

He loves teaching you things. He gets really impatient and it can be hard, but he gets a lot of joy out of teaching you to play a simple song on guitar, a new dance move, etc. His face lights up so bright if you ask him to practice with you, and he gets so genuinely proud of you and excited when you’re able to master the song or the dance move that he showed you!

Boo! – How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

Man loves surprises. He really likes it when your surprises involve kisses! He loves feeling your lips on his skin, your soft giggle in his ear.

If he’s surprising you, it’s very arrogant. Coming home early from tour so “you don’t miss him anymore,” video chatting or calling you so you can fall asleep to his voice.

Comfort – How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or try to handle it themselves?

When you’re upset, he’ll cup your face and make you look him in the eyes. He’ll remind you how amazing you are, how much he cherishes you, and that there’s nothing he would ever change about you. He loves you. He’ll give you the sweetest and softest kiss you’ve ever received from him, and he’ll cuddle you as long as you need.

I think he would try to handle his feelings himself. You’d have to confront him firmly to get a decent chat out of him and he’ll be kinda blushy, shy, and defensive

Dance – Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?

He loves dancing with you sm!!! Grinding in the club, slow dancing on your balcony, he’ll learn tango, salsa, or ballroom dance even if you ask him to! If you’re not much of a dancer, you can stand on the tops of his feet while you sway slowly to his soft humming.

Excitement – How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

When Kayn is excited he gets more boisterous and cocky. Banter levels up. Playfulness levels up. I feel like he’s the kind of guy that would pick you up and swing you around mid hug

Future – What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?

I think he doesn’t really think about marriage or kids until you come around. It’s not until he actually realizes that he can’t live without you that he starts thinking about marriage. Once he’s there, he talks about it all the time. Kids aren’t really planned for, so if you have them, they were probably an accident… (He will love them more than anything)

Gifts – What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?

He likes buying you collars, writing songs for you, and loves to gift you things that you can both use (like cuddling under that new fleece blanket)

He gets you gifts fairly regularly. A little more than just special occasions, but not so often that they’re an expectation.

Hold – How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

When sleeping, he holds you really close, noses pressed together, his hand pressed firmly against your back underneath your shirt, your leg over his hip.

He loves when you lay on top of him for cuddle time. Sometimes he’ll lay on top, squishing you with his weight

Hand holding isn’t really his go-to, but if he’s leading you somewhere or moving through a crowd then his hand is glued to yours. He would rather have an arm around your shoulders or hand on your lower back.

If you have back pockets, best believe his hand can be found there, especially if you guys are just standing around.

Ideal – What’s their ideal date like?

He actually really loves just sitting in his room with you and playing guitar. Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loves going on adventures with you, being loud and boisterous and competitive… But his favourite dates are the ones that you can both just… be.

Jealousy – Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

He’s a very jealous person, I think. Rhaast yelling in his head about everything he’s anxious about or yet to be anxious about and really urges him to lash out. He’ll apologize if he recognizes that he’s in the wrong, though

Kisses – How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

He kisses you like he’s drowning and needs you to breathe. You are the air in his lungs, the sun to his flowers, the moon to his sea. The best way to describe it, is that he kisses with his whole body, heart, and soul. He’ll pull you really close, press you against the wall or whatever surface you’re laying on so that there’s no space between you, practically suffocating each other, filling all of his senses with you. No kiss is complete without at least licking your lip. His tongue has to touch your lips or your own tongue for it to count, it’s his way of showing a little intimacy to make up for the moments he lacks.

He’ll kiss you as frequently as you’ll let him, save for his more romantic and soft kisses. Those are reserved only for you, he gets really embarrassed and defensive whenever someone catches him being soft with you

Love – How do they show you that they love you?

He very openly compliments you. Or pulls you into a hug or kiss. His softer side though is reserved only for you so his compliments, hugs, and kisses are gonna be more on the teasing side if there’s anyone nearby, but very sweet when you two are alone. He loves writing love songs for you. Also loves videochatting with you when you’re going to bed, especially if he’s on tour and can’t be there next to you.

Melt – What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

He loves your banter, more than you’ll ever know. He loves teasing you, especially when you tease him back. He adores the competitive drive you get with him when you go to the arcade, or go-kart racing, and you can be a little mean, but he really loves it.

He also loves really mundane things, like waking up next to you, looking at you when you’re focused on something. Your whole face, really, and the expressions you make are just so cute!

Nicknames – What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

He enjoys really arrogant nicknames: “musical genius,” “sexy,” “handsome,” etc

For you, he keeps it simple. He thinks you’re perfect and wants to remind you of that so he tends to call you things like “beautiful,” “my angel,” “sweet thing”

Obvious – How obvious do they make it that they like you?

He thinks he’s really subtle and hiding it well, but he’s like an excited puppy whenever you’re around. His eyes light up, he stands a little taller, back a little straighter, devilish smirk on his lips as soon as he sees you. Even if you haven’t spotted him yet. He’s like 95% more likely to spot you first anyway

Pets – Do they have pets? Do they want them?

He’s a dog guy through and through. Loves dogs. Wants aaaaaallllllll the dogs. Is also open to more exotic animals and reptiles!

Quiet – How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

Quiet and calm moments with him are… your favourite. He can be him. Not Rhaast, not the Kayn everyone gets to see on stage or out and about… Him. His music is softer, his touch is more gentle, even his kisses seem sweeter. These moments are… slow. More thought out. He’ll play guitar quietly for you, maybe even sing a pretty and slow tune if he’s really feeling it. He’ll hold you close while watching a romance movie, dozing off peacefully from how content he feels just holding you. These are also the times he may take you to the roof to stargaze, or plan a picnic in a field of flowers, hike near a river…

Romance – How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

If it’s just you two, he can be so romantic! Always wants to be touching you in some way, loves treating you to lunch or dinner. Intimate times can be quite romantic if he gives himself enough time to plan for it. Roses, candles… He’s also written a couple of love songs for you<3

Safe – What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

You accept him for who he is, which has been hard for him to find in his life.

Tend – How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?

He doesn’t know what to do if you’re sick. Please call Yone. Or better yet, Sett’s mom.

If you’re hurt, he becomes very protective and antsy, especially if someone else hurt you. If it’s a wee little papercut though he’ll baby you as much as you let him. He’ll tease you a lot though.

If he’s sick, you’re gonna want everyone’s hands on deck. He is big baby and hates being sick. He’ll pretend like he didn’t just throw up, or that he definitely does NOT have snot hanging from his nose. You have to force him to lay down and relax, force feed him soup, make him some tea. He is a very pathetic sick person.

If he’s hurt, it’s a big deal. Very dramatic boy, very cute pout. He gets so angry but honesetly it’s hysterical (unless directed at you, then you might cry and then he’ll feel bad and might also cry)

Unique – What’s an unusual thing about them that’s oddly charming?

Rhaast. He’s mean and energetic and demanding, but for whatever reason he actually loves you??? He gets really handsy and you have to yell at him, but also really likes when you take your anger and frustrations out on him

Variety – Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

He really enjoys spicing things up! He’s very adventurous

Wash – What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?

There are two types of baths:

1. Soft and intimate baths. He’ll relax with you, maybe have a candle or two lit, bath salts and oils added to the hot water. His fingers will softly explore your skin, just enjoying loving on you and being quiet

2. Sexy baths. The water is a little warmer than room temperature, only filled about halfway, he wants desperately to feel you. Heated kisses, really handsy

There is also shower time. He might wash your hair, but generally this gets really handsy so I suggest showering separately if you want to properly wash or shave

XO – How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?

PDA is very teasing: a hand in your back pocket, sneaky tongue kisses, an arm around your waist or shoulders… Dies if anyone sees his soft side though.

Yearn – What do they do when they miss you?

He gets really snappy (compared to usual) when he misses you</3 he also paces more. Rhaast gets really mean, fueling Kayn’s anxieties about his relationship with you.

Zzz – How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed? I feel like he gets so clingy and grumpy when he’s sleepy

“Quit moving already!” his voice is muffled against your chest, his arms snug around your waist as he holds you against the couch or the bed.

“Kayn! Lemme up, I have to pee!”