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Body Talks

Rise!Leo x Reader Reader leans Fem, but is GN for all intents and purposes :3

Leo hasn’t been able to get you out of his mind all day. The least you can do is offer the comfort of your embrace to help him finally wind down.

Rated M for Mature, 18+: aged-up characters (duh), very suggestive content (nothing explicit, though minors should keep out), NSFW topics, way too much pining - it's almost unhealthy, but Pining!Leo is best Leo Word count: 1,825

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Leo sighs when his cheek finally presses against your soft tummy.

All day, his mind had been plagued with images of you. You, you, always you. Starting with the very pleasant dream he had woken up frustrated from, all through his training (Abs wheel rollouts? No; he’s lowering himself over you until his plastron is just grazing your trembling form. Cable rows? Nope; he’s grabbing onto a handful of your hair and arching your back until it feels good. Glute bridges with added weight? Nuh-uh; he’s holding onto your hips for dear life because he can’t allow you to bounce off his laps, no matter how hard he’s thrusting because it feels too good and he refuses to stop before you’re crying for mercy over and over again), and don’t get him started on the mess he had to clean up in the shower after said training, to the very moment when he had finally been able to greet you as you came back to your apartment from work.

Were the images good motivation to push himself harder during training? Sure, he’ll concede to that.

But even a mutant turtle has his limits.

You’ve been torturing him for a little over three months now.

And you didn’t have the decency to know what you were doing to him.

For that reason, and also because you had elected to change into his sweater that you had somehow sorta stolen from him and so it was Leo’s right to use it even if you were wearing it, he has decided to use you as his personal body pillow for tonight’s cuddling session.

The least you could do after putting him through all this torture lately, knowingly or not, was to allow him to find some rest into your embrace. Was he right or was he right?

What he had told you, though, was that he had had a pretty shitty day and that he really just wanted to wind down with some good old cuddles.

Of course you had agreed to that. With a smile and concern in your eyes too!

Just another big fat white lie from yours truly! What Leo wanted, what he truly needed right now, was to blow off some steam.

Could you tell? Was that why you had kept your sheer stockings and thigh high socks under his oversized sweater you liked to wear as a dress in the comfort of your home instead of changing into your usual lounge leggings? Surely, you had an inkling of what those socks were doing to him…

Leo nuzzles his snout into the plush blue fabric, making as if he was getting comfortable curling himself around you, one arm snaked around the small of your back as you reclined on a few extra cushions for comfort and your legs swung over his other arm, effectively transforming you into his human pillow. The slider then tries distracting himself by doomscrolling on his phone.

Surely you must know.

You ask him if he wants to watch a movie or continue your old series rewatch marathon. He opts for an older movie you had both seen many times, the sort that doesn’t require any brain power to follow along or that wouldn’t really captivate much of your attention for that matter. Something he typically chooses when he wants to take a nap.

He exhales quietly. How can he focus on anything at all or try to nap when his snout is so close to your core, which has little to no barrier covering it, if not for your sheer stockings and your undies? How can he focus on some boring story that he has heard ad nauseum when he can smell your very reaction when he allows the hand that wasn’t holding up his phone to mindlessly drag along one of your calves?

Your muscles tense at first, ticklish, but you don’t pull away. You don’t mention it either. It makes Leo wonder if you perceive the gesture as innocently as he pretends it to be.

He wonders if your brain understands what your body already knows; that it feels nice. It feels good. It feels right.

Your body already knows that Leo’s touch is perfect for you. And if your brain is telling you that it can’t be anything less than a perfect fit, your hormones don’t lie.

He wants to be bolder, but, believe it or not, fear holds him back. Because you don’t know that he also wants this. You don’t know that he’s wanted you so bad for months that it’s grown to the point where he can’t even go through his training regiments, or any of his regular activities for that matter, especially showering or, you know, sleeping without thinking of you in some capacity. It was bad enough already when you had started to seep out from his personal care time to populate his dreamspace, but you just had to ruin any chance he had at restorative sleep for… how long had it been? Over three weeks now? Three weeks of increasingly needy dreams.

Three weeks of seeing you in varied stages of dressed and undressed, of hearing you sigh, gasp, scream his name.

If he was lucky, Leo could get a full uninterrupted 4 hours of restorative sleep on a good day, that is, if he was entirely satisfied and/or spent, not worrying about anything. In other words, he was lucky a slider turtle didn’t need much sleep to be healthy, and that the mutagen was working overtime to compensate for his insomnia.

You could fix all that for him. And you didn’t have the decency to know how.

Well, to your credit, you did your best: you were there to listen without judgement to his rants, you allowed him to crash on your couch whenever, mended his shallow wounds after his missions, you hung out with him and laughed at his (totally smart and not lame) jokes, allowed him to use you as a body pillow or a weighted blanket during private cuddle sessions, which were becoming more and more frequent…

It wasn’t quite enough to satisfy his physical needs, that much was true (not that he’d let you know that), but you made him feel good about himself. Every little action, every little word, it didn’t matter what, they made him feel all kinds of warm deep into his shell.

Today just happens to be one of those days where the heat becomes a little too unbearable and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

So he relies on you; on your warmth- on your scent to hug him-

Leo bites the inside of his cheek. His phone flops screen first onto the bed as he gives up the useless scrolling. He also had no idea what the hell was happening in the movie, but honestly, he couldn’t care less. He knew from the moment he had laid his cheek on your stomach that his fate had been sealed.

Did you know how absurdly easy it would be for him to pry your legs open, to tear up your stockings and push aside your wet undies so he could get a taste of heaven?

But, Leo thinks, he knows, you’d look so much more beautiful trembling bashfully under his lips, so eager to please and shyly opening yourself to him upon command. He bets that he could, with careful encouragement, get you to writhe under him with the lightest of touch until only his name remained on your tongue. He has a solid idea of what you’d sound like, having heard it many times in his reveries before to help him find relief. Nonetheless, he can’t help but wonder how reality would compare. What would make you gasp? Moan? How many times would he be able to get you to say his name in one round? Would you ask for more, beg him for more? Would you even be able to tell him how good he’s making you feel? At what point would you keen for him and loose all sense of who you are because he just makes you feel so impossibly good that you get a glimpse of the bright light of Heaven? How many times could he get you to come before he couldn’t take it anymore and joins in your ecstasy?

When he can’t elicit the cute little shivers that woke up your core, Leo slides his hand slowly up your leg, following the knitting of your sock, goes over to tickle your knee (at which point you giggle and kick your feet cutely, but you don’t make to stop him, and that makes him smile) and then lets his digits continue their way up the ribbed knit until he finds the edge. It digs tastefully into the meat of your thighs, Leo thinks, his mouth watering.

Bolder is risky. But since when has Leon Neon, the Fearless Leader™, not been a daredevil?

Yet, he keeps his ministrations to the top and outside of your leg, though his thumb is itching to press under your thigh, where he could experience the plushier side he’s been dreaming of pressing to face into. Literally.

Part of him hoped you knew how crazy you drove him when you wore thigh highs; because it would mean that you purposefully wore them tonight for him. It would mean that every time you had planned to hang out with him (or knowing that he’d be present), you’d have been thinking of him when you chose your outfit and incorporated a pair of high socks.

All wistful thinking though, right?

Just like he knew that simply because your body knew how to recognize foreplay didn’t mean that you’d allow your mind to entertain the idea that that’s exactly what this was. Leo has to remind himself of that all the time now.

Because Leo doesn’t want to lose you. No matter how bad he wishes to shove his tongue down your throat and kiss you until you’re as drunk on him as he has been on you for the past months. No matter how absolutely fucking delicious you smell, especially when he works his charms on you.

Seriously, how could you still not know Leo wanted to be more than friends by now? How long were you going to deny what your body was screeching at you?

Leo takes yet another breath to steady himself.

A bad decision, all things considered. Keep it tucked in, Leon. You can’t drop all this here and there.

His fingers dig a little deeper into the plump skin of your thighs and soon, he can’t stop the instinctive drum of his fingers as they slip just beneath the hem of his sweater where it feels so much warmer already…

Would you be mad if I kissed you right now?

Your body tensed. The hand that was softly scratching his shell hesitates to retreat.

Had he asked that out loud?

. . . The end?

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luternity · 7 months ago

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𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚.

late night snack runs with your boss, shigaraki!

a/n ☾ ⋆*･ ahhh this is one of my fav shiggy pieces!! also i may or may not have forgotten to capitalize like i usually do :O enjoy!

shigaraki was surprised to hear a knock on his bedroom door so late at night - he lifted his head off his palm and groggily pushed his sore elbows off the table they were propped up against. he had fallen asleep at his desk. again.

his eyes caught onto the bright red lights of the clock that red 1:32 am, before he twisted his door open with a grumble

out of all the things that could have been on the other side of his door, the last person he expected was you at this hour.

"uh oh. were you sleeping shiggy?" you question with a quiet laugh as he glares at you silently, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he huffs

"no- i was just about to though. did you need something?" he questions, suddenly aware of the fact that his hair was definitely all over the place - tousled with sleep and exhaustion. embarrassed, he peers down at you with a grimace

"i'm hungry for gas station udon."

the sigh he lets out is so dramatic that you can't help but laugh. he glances back at the clock on his desk before back at you, his lips set in a thin line as he closes the door. you blink at the wood in front of your face for about five seconds before he opens it again - a black coat thrown over his frame

"let's go." he sneers, waving at your pajamas with a scowl "you better get changed qui-"

he's cut off by your squeals, flinching when you wrap your arms around him in a grateful hug

"thank you boss man! you're the best-" you grin, even as he stands as stiff as a board while you hug him. he grumbles something under his breath as you pull away and show him your palm, all fingers up - "five minutes shiggy! be right back!"

you've disappeared before he could even respond, a tinge of pink coating his pale cheeks as he huffs

you're out within a few minutes wearing gloves and a hat pulled over your hair. one of shigaraki's winter jackets - which was little too big for you as you practically drowned in the fabric, hung over your frame as you stepped out of your room with a grin.

you're both out of the hideout soon enough. shigaraki notices how the tip of your nose is pink from the freezing temperature, and how cold frost expelled from your mouth every time you cracked one of your ridiculous jokes that had him struggling to suppress his laughter, because he'd be damned if he laughed at one of your corny pick up lines.

"you're lucky they're open twenty four hours a day." he points out, opening the door of the gas station as the bell above the door jingles to life - indicating there were customers to the old man who sat behind the counter as he read something. he sent a polite smile in greeting before his eyes averted back to whatever it was he was reading

"yeah- ooo they restocked my flavors!" you exclaim, recognizing the familiar colorful packaging stacked neatly near the back of the store as you tug shigaraki along - he follows begrudgingly, and surprisingly doesn't tug his hand out of yours

he watches you ogle the colorful packaging and has to physically restrain himself from scoffing. what's so interesting about it anyway - you're acting like you've stepped into some sort of a gourmet restaurant with the way your tongue pokes out to lick your frost coated lips!

"i want that one-" you finally say, pointing to the top shelf where 'shrimp tempura' was displayed on the label of the cup in italics. with a sigh, your boss reaches up above you and picks two off the shelf and hands them to you. "happy?" he grumbles

your enthusiastic nod has him grunting in response, but when he turns to head to the cash register, you tug on his sleeve - "shiggy, you need to pick one too!"

he turns around with furrowed brows. "i'm not hungry-"

but he's cut off by you shoving your cup into his arms as you turn back to the wall, observing and humming thoughtfully as you try and find a flavor shigaraki would like - maybe something light, and a bit spicy.

picking up another container that seemed more like his taste, you grab onto shigaraki's sleeve with a final nod - tugging him to the cash register with the goods in hand.

it was almost comical how you were dragging him around, like a dog on a leash. but shigaraki wasn't protesting. especially not if you were the one dragging him around. a part of him loathed the fact he would follow you to the ends of the world if the time came - but for now, snack runs would do too.

while you make small talk with the old man behind the register and pay for everything, shigaraki is quiet behind you.

he's unsure how to act after you insisted on him getting some food too. why did he care so much? you seemed to have already forgotten your simply gesture, laughing at something the elderly man said as shigaraki looms behind you.

you turn around to ask shigaraki something, but the thought slips your mind when you find him already burning a hole into the back of your head - staring blankly. his back straightens quickly when you catch him staring and you snort - making a mental note to tease him later about his staring habit.

the moment the cashier hands you the plastic bag, shigaraki is tugging you out of the store and onto the cold streets

"someone's hungry." you giggle, watching the way his brows pull together - his usual scowl faltering when you laugh even harder

"you're the one who dragged me all the way out here-"

but he's cut off with an overly dramatic gasp as you stop walking. he turns back in confusion, before he follows the trail of your gaze

oh no.

"absolutely not."

about a dozen yards from the two of you, stood a playground.

"shiggy it's covered in snow! imagine it - you're sliding down the slide and fall right on your ass! hah! we are so going!" you squeal.

tomura thought your enthusiasm for gas station udon would go unmatched - yet here you were, climbing onto the swings and asking him to push you.

sure, he would push extra hard and let out a raspy cackle when you yelped - demanding he slow down. your legs kicked through the air as you helplessly threaten him, but your laughter sounded through the air regardless, and tomura can't remember a moment where he'd felt quite as happy as he does now.

he's crammed into the little house attached to the swings and slide now - god forbid someone sees the leader of the league sitting in a little wooden cottage with little rainbows and hearts painted all over its surface. you gently tuck the little plastic bag containing your packaged food onto the ground beside you.

"shiggy - this could make an excellent hide out if we ever need a place to crash." you whisper with a bashful smile

"sure." he whispers back, even though there's no one else around to hear either of you. he watches your eyes drift out the little window in the playhouse. the snow falls softly outside, coating the grass in a thick blanket. you see a few specks in your boss's light blue hair - a smile curling on your lips at the sight

he rolls his eyes, but makes no further comment. it's quiet now - the only sound being gentle whoosh of the falling snow. your hand shifts forward and lays flat on shigaraki's thigh - palm up. his eyes quickly move to your face when you do - and he's met with a cheeky grin

"i forgot to bring gloves. think you can warm up my hands?" you question, an amused smile on your face as you quickly tuck your glove into the pocket of your coat and out of sight. not very sneaky- but who cares?

he's still. watching you quietly. he blames the way his fingers curl and intertwine with yours on the cold weather freezing the gears in his mind needed to function properly.

it's so nice. that's all you can think as he brushes a tentative thumb over your knuckles, turning to look at the falling snow out the window with you.

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